#like babes do you think i went to london just to leave a package with my full government name and address in the street

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Lads I’m ending the tolerance break

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I don’t know if this is angst or fluff or both.

People break into the venue before a meet and greet and see you and Brad sat on the stage. He’s playing something on his guitar and then kisses you but the fans catch everything and expose your relationship.

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Exposed | Brad Simpson

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A/N: I made it angst and fluff for you anon and I made it extra long so enjoy! And thank you for your request!❤

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 Today the boys have a show planned in Birmingham. It's in a smaller venue but that does not hold them back to build a big party. They are all excited as it was the first show of the year. To celebrate that family and friends are invited to come and watch the show.

You arrive at the venue together with Brad as you’re his girlfriend. He lives in Birmingham and went to the venue in his car, while the others have to come from London. That’s also the reason why you arrive first at the venue. When you pass by the entrance you see already a lot of fans standing in front of the doors while the show isn't starting for another six hours. Brad parked his car on the private parking where the backdoor is where artists can enter.

After you get out of the car and Brad picked up his stuff, a security guard let you into the building. He gives you both a pass, you don't have to explain who you are as you were noted down onto a list. The man leads you through the building to the dressing room where there is a sign with ‘the vamps’ on the door.

“When are the others arriving?”, you ask Brad when you’re left alone.

“I just got a message from Con, he says they will be here in half an hour”, Brad answers you while he’s unpacking his stuff.

You look around the room while Brad’s busy. It’s a quiet big dressing room, there are three sofas and a little table in the centre. There is also a table against the wall with food and drinks. On the other side, you see tables with mirrors where the boys can get ready for the show. And next to it there is a door that leads to a room with toilets and showers. Besides that, there is just a lot of space for guests.

“You okay?”, Brad asks you while his arms sneak around your waist.

“Yeah, I was just looking around”, you say and give him a small kiss.

Suddenly the door swings open and the other boys, their girlfriends and the manager enter the room.

“You guys are early”, Joe, their manager says.

“Yeah well I live here, I don’t have to ride an hour”, Brad says.

“So you already installed?”, Joe asks.

“Yes, that’s why I’m going to look at the stage with y/n”, Brad says and Joe nods.

After Brad and you have greeted everyone he takes your hand and leads you out of the room. It’s like he knows the building out of his head while you would never find your way back. The boys already played this venue a few times so he knows where he needs to go.

When you arrive at the stage you realise how big this venue is. It’s the first time you’re here with Brad, it’s the first time you will see them perform this venue.

Both of you take a seat at the side of the stage. Brad picks one of his guitars which are already set up and sits next to you again.

“So which song do you want to hear?”, Brad asks you with a smile.

“Surprise me”, you answer him.

Immediately Brad starts playing a song. When you hear the first chords you already know what he’s playing.

“I was walking away, but she’s so beautiful it made me stay”, Brad sings and you start to smile.

Brad knows this is one of your favourite songs of them, he has already sung it to you several times. He knows how much you enjoy it and that’s why you immediately start to sing along with him.

Caught up in the moment you don’t realise that a few fans managed to break into the venue. They found a way at the back of the venue and searched themselves a way to the stage where they see you and Brad. They watch how Brad sings to you and how you sing along and smile at him. After he is done playing the song he connects your lips with his in a passionate kiss, not noticing that fans are taking pictures. Although you guys have been dating for several months you weren’t out in the public yet, but that would change very fast as these pictures will spread like fire.

Suddenly the group of fans is storming to Brad, eager for a picture, eager to talk to him.

“Oh shit”, Brad says when he sees what’s happening.

You turn your head in the direction he is looking at, gasping as you see the group coming to you. The group consisted of ten fans.

“Go, I’ll take care of them”, Brad says.

“But I don’t know how I have to get back”, you say.

“Just run and call Joe”, Brad says and you do what he says and start running.

You try to remember the way back to the dressing room while calling Joe.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?” Joe asks.

“No, a group of fans managed to get in and stormed to Brad and me, I’m on my way back now to the dressing room but silly enough I don’t know how to get back as this building is a maze”, you answer, panic rushing through your body.

Joe explains how you have to go back to the dressing room before he ends the call and goes to the stage himself to handle the situation.

When you arrive at the dressing room you notice that more people arrived, probably family.

“Hey what’s going on?”, James asks when he sees your worried face.

“A couple of fans managed to get into the building”, you say and tell him what happened.

As bad as it sounds you are not so much worried about how they get in but about the fact they will expose your relationship with Brad. You know you have to do that eventually but not like this. You’re scared about the comments and everything that comes with it. There are definitely people who are going to be against your relationship. What if Brad listened to them and breaks up with you. You know that sounds silly but all these wrong scenarios are running through your head. Earlier today you were excited but right now you are scared as hell. Especially because the boys have to do a Q&A with fans that bought the VIP package.

As you already were expecting, the fans asked about your relationship with Brad. They wanted to know who you are. That’s what Brad tells you when the boys are back from soundcheck, Q&A and VIP. Now it is only an hour until the show will start.

“Everything will be fine, okay?”, Brad says to you and kisses you on the head.

The last hour before the show is the busiest, the boys are hyping up and getting ready. That’s why you don't have the chance to talk to Brad about how you feel in this situation.

The time was finally there, the boys enter the stage and the venue goes wild. You and the other girls are watching the show besides the stage. You enjoy seeing them perform but at the back of your head, you are still panicking. Scared, worried, it feels like everyone in the venue is looking at you although they can't see you.

When the show is done, Brad runs off the stage to hug you while he’s all sweaty.

“Babe, now your sweat is all over me”, you whine, Brad smiles in response and gives you a small kiss.

“We can shower together”, Brad says in a naughty way making you giggle.

Back into the dressing room, there is a small party going on. Everyone is talking, drinking and there is some loud music. The boys decide to shower first and get changed before joining the others.

“You sure you don’t want to shower with me?”, Brad whispers to you.

“Brad, not when everyone is here”, you say shocked.

With puppy eyes Brad leaves you to go into the shower alone, making you laugh.

It is already eleven O’clock when someone suggests taking the party else where as it is time to leave. You aren't really in the mood to party, partly because you are tired but also because you don't want to be in a public place right now. You are still kind of feeling odd about the situation from earlier.

“Is it okay if I go back to your house? I’m feeling tired and I’m not really in the mood to party”, you say to Brad.

“You sure? You want me to go with you?”, Brad asks.

“No, it’s okay, go make some fun with your friends”, you say with a small smile.

“I’ll drop you off at my house and then I will join the others”, Brad says.

Not much later you arrive at Brad’s house. You’ll be alone as his parents left earlier at the show because they booked a weekend in Brighton and his sister was also gone. It’s a relieve to know you’re alone as you have to process the earlier events.

“You okay babe?”, Brad asks before you get out of the car.

“Yes, I just need some alone time”, you say.

Brad pulls you in so your lips are connected for a sweet kiss.

“See you when you get home”, You say and peck his lips for the last time.

The first thing you do is taking a shower to wash off your thoughts. Brad’s home became your home too. The last few weeks you’re a lot there, and his family just makes you feel at home.

After your shower, you go to the kitchen to pick something to eat. When you have everything you head up to Brad’s room and install yourself in his bed. You put on the tv in his room and start watching something on Netflix while you eat. It’s already one O’clock but you’re not tired. The more time passes by, the more you’re wondering what people are writing about you on socials. You know it’s a bad idea to look at the comments but it’s stronger than yourself. You pick your phone and go to Twitter. Immediately when you refresh your feed, tweets about you and Brad are showing up. There are good reactions but also a lot of bad reactions.

“Who is she?”, “She doesn’t deserve Brad”, “Brad deserves better”, “She is ugly”, “What’s her name?”, “I hope Brad will break up with her”, “Who does she think she is?”, “They won’t last for a week”, “Brad’s ashamed of her, that’s why he held it a secret”, “whore”.

Tears start to flow and before you know it you’re sobbing, your phone falling onto the bed. Those comments are all rushing through your head. “They don’t like me”, is the only thing you are thinking. You start to believe every word, that you don’t deserve Brad, realising that reading those comments was a bad idea.

“Y/n?”, Brad says shocked when he enters the room.

You had been reading these comments for two hours, you can't believe it.

“Brad, you have to see what they are writing about me”, you sob.

Brad was already sitting next to you, his arm over your shoulder, trying to calm you down.

“Did you read those comments? Babe don’t believe them because you’re only looking at the bad ones. I know how bad they can be but please do not believe them okay?”, he tries to reassure you.

“I don’t deserve you”, you say.

“Baby that’s not true, listen here”, he tilts your head so you’re looking at him, “I love you, what they say is not true and I will never listen to that, hell I would never read them because they are jealous of what we have. What we have is something special and I will never let those comments ruin that okay. Listen here, you're the only one for me, I would be a fool to let you go”, Brad says honestly.

The only thing you do is connecting your lips with his. They are moving perfectly in sync like you’re made for each other.

“You want to cuddle and talk until we fall asleep?”, Brad asks and you nod.

While Brad makes himself ready for bed, you make yourself comfortable in bed. When Brad enters the room again he gets into bed and pulls you onto him, kissing you softly. You never felt this happy and you’re glad you could talk about what bothered you. He makes you feel loved and at home and that’s all you need. The rest of the night you spend cuddling and kissing with Brad until you finally fall asleep at five in the morning.

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Flirting Disasters

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Summary: You fell in love with Sirius Black while working together with him at the order while he dismisses every move you make on him Warnings: Second hand-embarrassment, drinking problems, passing out, break-down. Word Count: 3,789

You fiddled with your purse thinking about your first order meeting. Granted, you were an expert at decoding messages coming from your immense study of Runes; but you could very well handle yourself in a fight too.

Dumbledore already told you about your job. Decode the messages and try to find out the course of action of the death eaters. He had told you that you’ll be working with Sirius Black the owner and head of the Black household, also the order’s headquarters. You’d been told a lot about him too. Being wrongly accused and sent to Azkaban by his own best friend, his narrow escape and having to stay back at the headquarters for his own good. That did not prepare you in any way when you actually met him.

He was gorgeous. High well-defined cheekbones, long raven hair that licked his sharp jaw line. He was exactly your type, if there was one. You knew then, you were in trouble. You knew, your ever flirtatious nature would kick you in the back because you just could not not flirt with him. Not when he look like a Greek god.

“Hello, I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and we would be working and living together apparently. So, hey there roomie!” you said putting your best face on.

“Sirius.” He said giving you a tight lipped smile and shaking your hand. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from saying something. He wasn’t the chirpiest of people, you decided.

***

It had been 2 days since you both worked together. You heard him speak only when required.

“So this here means north, and that little symbol over there; cabin.” You said pointing towards the latest letter. “But I don’t think that’s a place or-“

“That’s a pub” Sirius said interrupting you. “There’s a famous pub on the out skirts of London named- “Donec in septemtrionis” which translates to the northern cabin.”

“Wow, you’re smart too! Aren’t you the complete package?” You smirked, eying him.

Sirius looked at you and for a moment you were sure he was going to quip back with something teasingly witty; but he just averted his gaze, leaning over the letter.

“We need to report this to the order.”

It took a while before Sirius said more than a few words to you, and not about the job. He would light up talking about his years at Hogwarts and told you stories you were only too happy to listen. You told him about your research and the years you spent in Egypt learning languages and studying symbols and encrypted text. You told him about dealing with cursed objects and the friends you made there as Sirius held on to everything you said. You still flirted with him, making him act to be all annoyed.

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“You look cute today.” You said as Sirius came in freshly shaven. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“You’ll look cuter holding my hand” you winked making Sirius groan.

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You and Sirius were looking at James and Lily’s wedding pictures.

“James was so scared that day! He looked like he would puke before we threatened him to get himself together.” Sirius said grinning.

“You know,” You said making Sirius turn towards you. “I’m gonna be your bomb ass wife someday.” Sirius scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Oh you’re so in love with me.” You said giggling.

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***

It was an order meeting. The two of you set up the long table, chairs and fixed some water and drinks on the cabinet. Dumbledore stood up.

“I’m sad to inform you all that Dominic Sanders is found missing.” Your eyes widened. No, not him.

“What?!?” you demanded.

“The aurors are on him, he had been to a confidential mission and we are not getting any messages from him. We already released two search parties but nothing yet has been traced.” Dumbledore emphasized. You bit back tears that were threatening to spill.

Sirius noticed the change in your demeanor. You had always been a chirpy and outspoken person,  and now to think of it he didn’t know how he would have handled himself without you. Over the top of it, you were extremely intelligent. You knew what you talked about. He would be lying to himself if he said that he never had the urge to flirt back. And you were beautiful. But he was done fooling around. He had to take care of Harry and work for the order, fight against the dark lord who dared to strike again. That didn’t mean he couldn’t be your friend atleast. So when he saw your face fall at the news, remaining quiet during the whole meeting he could only guess how sad you must be.

After the meeting, you slowly helped Sirius cleaning and clearing the area out.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Sirius asked softly.

“Yes. Fine.” You said hoping Sirius would leave you alone like he did every time. Sirius frowned.

“You don’t think I would believe that shit, would you?” Sirius scolded.

“Sirius, please leave me alone.”

“No, you have to talk to me.”

“It’s not like you care.” You said as head thumped. The news had crushed you. You knew you were moments away from a complete breakdown. Sirius sucked in a breath.

“I do care. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” he said and you finally let tears fall.

“Dominic was always like a big brother to me. He took me in when I was at my worst and is the only person I call family, I jus-“ You started breathing deeply, falling to the ground with a thud.

Sirius was near you in a second, rubbing your back. You buried your face in his neck, crying as he held you. As you slowly calmed down, you sniffed pulling away.

“Thank you.” You said.

“(Y/n), this is war. I know you are strong, but things like this happen and make you lose your faith. Please don’t. Its dark now but light always triumphs.”

“I know. I see it. I see it in you every single day.” You said looking at him. “Professor McGonagall often told me about you, you know. The young boy always upto some mischief. While others may have become spiteful over time under the things like you went through; you matured. You changed yourself when time demanded it and I admire you for it. I know there’s still good in the world.”

Sirius froze. You thought what? He looked at you wiping your tears away as he felt something leap inside him. You looked at him and let out a small laugh.

“I won’t break, I promise.” You said standing up and resuming what you were doing.

***

Something changed after that. Sirius could feel it. He would forget what he needed to do, hum Beatles songs under his breath, smile out of the blue. Everyone could see it, Molly Weasley tried her best to hold her giggles as Sirius helped you smiling and bubbling like an idiot. He greeted everyone leaving them happier. Remus raised his eyes on seeing him.

“You look awfully happy today.” He stated.

“Really? Well, it’s a nice day!” Sirius said averting his eyes towards (Y/n) who was giggling and laughing at something Tonks said; smiling instantly.

“Ahhhhh..” Remus drawled. Sirius turned his head towards his friend.

“What?” he asked.

“(Y/n)’s pretty intelligent, huh?” Remus asked.

“Yes, she is. Can you believe that girl got straight O’s in every subject she took both in OWL’s and NEWT’s? And she is quite quick minded too. She…” Sirius stopped seeing the look on Remus’s face.

“I don’t like her.” he said pointedly.

“Funny, I never said that.” Remus said smirking. Sirius shook his head.

“Like I said I don’t” Sirius said shaking his head. Remus patted his shoulder.

“Whatever lets you sleep at night.”

Sirius frowned. He did not like (Y/n).

***

You smiled seeing another letter from Pietro. He was on an undercover mission and sent letters whenever he could. He was your best friend, the person you knew would be there for you no matter what. He had sent you a bouquet of wild flowers from the area knowing how much you love them. You giggled reading how much he craved a good bowl of cake and firewhiskey.

Sirius frowned on seeing you. You had got flowers? And who wrote the letter that made you smile so much?

“What have you got?” he asked making you look at him. You smiled widely.

“Letter and flowers from Pietro! Look! Aren’t these just beautiful. I love getting wild flowers and a good book to read. Makes my day!”

Sirius tried not to frown.

“Who’s Pietro?” He asked forcing a smile.

You looked at him raising your eyes and smiling mischievously.

“Awww. Look who’s jealous? Don’t worry babe, only you own my heart.” You winked at him. Sirius’s eyes widened as a crimson blush covered his cheeks and stuttered.

“Wait… What!?! NO!” he said and you giggled.

“Keep lying to yourself.” You smirked leaving the room.

You sighed. You loved Sirius. You knew that. He made your walls crumble easily. Flirting for fun was one thing, flirting with him was another. You still couldn’t believe the day you cried in front of him. You never did that, not even with Pietro. Dominic was the only people whom you let see you like that. And you fell more in love with Sirius when he called you strong, showed you he trusted you to be capable.

But it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Because every time you would flirt with him, he would act to be annoyed. Sometimes you thought he was. You thought maybe, he really never loved you. He thought you as a friend, or as he said to his Remus sometimes, ‘colleague’. It hurt you, it did every single time. You would smile and pretend not to notice but it made your stomach churn.  However then you would remember what Dominic always said to you. Different people had different ways of showing their love. Some people would say it, while others would show you in every small way possible. And he did. He would make sure you took care of yourself, do all these things just to make you happy. Then why in hell did he deny it?

***

Sirius and you were baking a cake. Why? ‘You don’t need a reason to bake a cake.’ The cake was done beautifully as you took it out of the oven letting the chocolate smell waft through the house. You let it cool before taking the icing knife as you both started putting some cream on it. When you were done, you both admired it smirking at each other. You took the bowl with the left over icing swiping a finger through it, licking the cream. Sirius came forward to take some but you swatted his hands away. He pouted making you giggle.

“You may be the love of my life but I am not giving you the icing.” He raised his eyebrow and came forward to take some anyway and you stretched your hands away from you to increase the distance.

“(Y/n). Give me some cream come on!” he whined. You took some more eating it in front of him pointedly. He mock gasped before coming towards you making you run away from him.

“(Y/n)!!!” he said grabbing you by your waist making you topple and fall. He fell above you as you both giggled and laughed. You heard coughs on the door and you turned to see Remus and Tonks smirking. You got up red face and excusing yourself to your room.

Sirius stood up awkwardly and performed some cleaning spells to remove the mess created by the fallen icing. Tonks went after you. Sirius could feel Remus's gaze on him.

“It’s not what you think” he muttered.

“Doesn’t look like nothing to me.”

“Well it is nothing. Besides I am not as young as I used to be. Moreover I am a fugitive. I have nothing to promise her or anyone else.” Sirius said shaking his head.

“I don’t think she minds, she flirts with you quite much. And by the way she looks at you, anyone could see she really likes you” Remus insisted.

“I never flirt back.” Sirius maintained.

“Yes, I do understand that; but you do so many things for her. You make sure she sleeps on time, she eats properly, made hot chocolate for her when she felt sad. Man, you never made hot chocolate for me or James; even when we demanded it. You are leading her on. You like her and you’re hurting her by keeping up the façade. I know you Sirius don’t lie to me.”

Sirius remained silent before shaking his head. You and Tonks entered the dining area just then. You all laughed and talked about everything but the war. It felt nice. It made you happy. There was one thing though. Sirius was acting weird. He did not once look at you. He did not talk to you directly. Was he so embarrassed by his friend seeing you like that?

“So, you and (Y/n), huh?” Tonks mused teasing Sirius. You blushed.

“Tonks, let me make one thing clear,” Sirius said sitting up straighter. “There is nothing between me and (Y/n). Ever was or will be.” Sirius said the last part looking at you and you froze. Your mind reeled as maintained a poker face. Tonks head whipped towards you when Sirius said it, knowing you liked him. Besides she was a good friend throughout your years at Hogwarts. She glared at him all evening. As for you, you felt like you were sinking. Your heart thumped and your stomach churned. You hated every moment you made yourself believe Sirius did like you.

When the evening ended, you went straight to your room not looking once at the man who broke your heart so terribly. As you closed the door behind you, you fell on the ground with a thump. You put your hand over your mouth as you cried out. Your whole body shook as broke down completely. All you could hear was his words being played over and over in your mind. Your mind was numb as you slowly got up and went to the bathroom to wash your face. The silence crushed you. As you lay in your bed that night, you hugged your pillows. Sirius Black did not like you. Never had. Ever will.

Sirius regretted his words as soon as he said them. He saw your face fall for a moment before you completely masked it up. He hated himself. You did not say anything to him after that, or do so much as spare a glance over to him. He did not know what to do. Maybe you’ll hear him out the next day.

He couldn’t be more wrong. You acted like a robot around him, speaking only when necessary. No jokes, no greetings. You had raised up your guards around him. It crushed him. He felt Remus's words buzz over his head over and over again. You like her. His stomach churned and his heart thumped out of his chest. What had he done?

***

Your head zoomed as you heard Snape tell you three about harry and other children. They were underage! How were they going to handle themselves? You rushed to your room grabbing a coat.

“Where do you think you are going” Sirius growled as he saw you, ready to leave with them.

“To the ministry.” you said grabbing some floo powder.

“No you’re not, you’re staying here.” He said raising his eyebrows.

“And who are you exactly to tell me? I’m a member of the order as well. I’m going.” You said.

***

The place was a mess. Sirius could see spells fired everywhere and he made sure to know where harry was at all times. He dueled with Bellatrix, remembering old times. He stumbled back when a curse hit him in the chest.

“Stupefy!” he heard (Y/n)’s voice and saw his cousin turn to her.

“My oh my, such a beautiful girl! Crucio!” Bellatrix screamed.

Sirius felt all the air leave his lungs as (Y/n) withered in agony. He shouted to release her as someone cursed Bellatrix making her stumble. (Y/n) fell to the ground, her body limb. Sirius scrambled to her not able to control the situation.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” He slapped her face, but to no avail. Remus came beside him. “Sirius, an emergency healer was sent to the headquarters, quick, take her there!” Sirius picked (Y/n) up apprating quickly. His heart thumped. Hold on, (Y/n). We’re almost there.

The healer was fast. He took (Y/n) from him taking her to the guest bedroom telling him to stay outside. Sirius slumped to the ground. Tears fell from his eyes as his mind reeled him with what happened moments ago.

***

The healer came out after what felt like hours. Sirius refused to eat anything Remus offered. Not until he saw (Y/n). Sirius was up in an instant, wanting to hear what the healer said.

“She was hit by a pretty huge curse. She’s in coma right now. We don’t know when or if she’ll wake up.”

“What do you mean ‘IF’!?!” Sirius roared.

“It’s more likely that she’ll wake up. But she’s in a coma. We can do nothing but wait.”

Sirius felt like he was going to punch the healer, but Remus held him back.

“We understand.” He said glaring at Sirius.

***

It had been 10 days. 10 days since (Y/n) lay lifeless on the bed. Sirius would read to her, sit by her, and fell asleep beside her in case she woke up at night. He watched her face as he tried to control herself. He would give everything up if was just to see her again. To hear her voice. What if she never…

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n). Wake up. You’ve been sleeping for so long.”

“I have been an idiot, I know but please, don’t punish me like this. Just say something. Anything. Flirt with me again. I promise I’ll flirt back. Every time. Even if it’s the only thing I do.”

“(Y/n)”

***

“Sirius, she’s up” Sirius was at his feet in a moment. She was awake. Finally. Remus held him back. Sirius frowned.

“She doesn’t want to see you.”

“What?”

“She asked not to let you in the room specifically.” Remus said sympathetically as Sirius eyes prickled with tears.

“Why?” he whispered.

“Sirius, I know you are hurt, but she is just out of coma. And the last thing she remembers is your fight with her. Come on, lets get out of here, I’ll take you for a drink”

“You go.” Sirius said not meeting his eyes. What would he do now?

Sirius sneaked into (Y/n)’s room at midnight. He had to see her. It hurt, it really did, and nothing seemed to console him. He drank, transformed into padfoot, but nothing helped the ache of his heart.

He stumbled a little as he opened the door to her room.

“Sirius? Is that you?” you asked, squinting in the dim light. A shiver ran through you as you heard a vase fall down.

“(Y/n)… shit!”

You sat up and performed a spell opening lights around you. You quickly muttered a spell swooping up the glass pieces. Sirius squinted and widened his eyes as the vase fell back into its place. You let your eyes fall on Sirius. Was he drunk?

“What do you want Sirius?” you asked.

He looked you and came forward stumbling and sat on the edge of the bed.

“You. I want you. I want to talk to you. Listen to your stories and have you listen to mine. I want to hold your hand and kiss those soft pink lips of yours. I want you to flirt with me as you used to before and I want to flirt back. Shit! I am such an idiot!” he said yanking his hair. You stopped him and he looked at you.

“I am sorry. I- I have no explanation for myself. I am a stupid worthless piece of shit who didn’t deserve you and still had you like me somehow. I want to be good, but I can’t I am just too selfishhh” he slurred.

“I just want you, even if it’s the only thing I ever get. Because you are so…” he gestured his hands at you and you felt tears in your eyes.

“You. You are the magic in my life. You make me angry and sad and happy and jealous and scared. You make me smile like an idiot over nothing. You make me sing whenever I remember you. I don’t like you (Y/n). I love you.” He said as he scooted closer to you making you sniff. He laid his head on your lap and placed your hand over his head.

“Sirius“ you croaked, but saw he had already passed out.

***

Sirius woke up next morning with a grunt. He looked around in haze trying to make out where he was.

“Here, take this tonic.” You said giving Sirius the blue vial.

Sirius’s eyes widened as he tried to recall what happened the previous night. His head banged and he took the vial drinking its contents in a single gulp. It took him a moment before everything became clearer. You sat down in front of him.

“(Y/n) I-“ Sirius started but you raised your hand stopping him.

“You can get shit drunk, threaten to kill my healer, punch Remus when he kept you outside, but not once tell me that you love me?” You asked. Sirius looked down, the events of the night coming back to him instantly.

“Tell me, Sirius am I that bad a friend?” You asked after sometime.

Sirius held your hands and kissed your knuckles.

“I’ve been known to be an idiot many times. It isn’t your fault.” He said making you release a breathy laugh.

“I am sorry. Please forgive me.” He pleaded.

“Did you mean it? What you said last night?” you asked not giving yourself too much hope.

“Yes.” He gulped.

“You’ll hold my hand and always flirt back?” you asked.

“Always.”

“You’ll hold me and kiss my soft pink lips?”

Sirius nodded fervently.

“Do it then.”

His hands were on you in a second, cupping your face and kissing you urgently, as if he’ll wake up and find it was all just a dream. As you pulled back breathless, you put your head over Sirius’s.

“Sirius Orion Black, you better keep those promises.”

“I will. I can’t lose you again”

A/N: I worked very hard on this one. I would love some feedbacks/reblogs/coments. Thank you so much for reading!

[idunnoficsorsumthing]

best friends

Two fic’s, one night? yeahhhhhh that doesn’t happen alot. If ya’ll like this there will be a part 2.

George Weasley x female reader

this is based on me and my best friend messing around, and making that promise pact that if we aren’t married by 40 we’ll marry each other, and tbh we have been pretending to be together with saying stupid shit like this lol.

“Marry me” he said, you frown at your best friend. Before laughing in his face. “Yes” you smiled. He was being an absolute idiot like always. The two of you were sitting by the lake. “Really?” he asked. He didn’t look at you when he said, he stared at the sky, lying on the blanket you brought. “ No.” you said, he sat up, leaning on his arm. “I am offended. I was already naming our kids.” he said, you laugh at him. He lied down again, you lay down next to him, looking at the same clouds. “What would you name them?” you ask him. Curiosity was a mean thing. “George the second” he snickered. You shake your head, and scrunch your nose. “Fine. What would you name them?” He asked, teasing you. You stick out your tongue at him. “Alfie for a boy.” You said: “Ophelia for a girl.” He just looked at you for  a second. “Well, that is why i’m marrying you.” He said, 

“George, I want this dress” you said, you were sitting on the floor by the couch in the Gryffindor common room. Angelina had bridal magazines to help her sister make a wedding dress decision. “Anything you want,babe” he said, lying on the couch. Angelina was sitting in between Fred’s legs and was looking through the magazines with you. Looking up for you to show the dress. “Did i miss something?” Fred asked. You shook your head. “Fred, you’re a bloody idiot. You miss loads of things.” George snickered. Fred hit his brother on the head with a rolled up magazine. “I didn’t know the two of you are dating.” Fred said, you laugh at him. “God no, we aren’t” you laugh. You suggested a different dress for Angelina’s sister, leaving Fred confused. 

Fred and George had left Hogwarts with a bang. Literally. With the money Harry gave them, they bought a shop in Diagon Alley. They were busy bees trying to make the store their own. You noticed George relied on Fred and the other way around. Any decisions about the store they made together. Angelina broke it off with Fred when he left Hogwarts. Everyone knew that break up wouldn’t last long. Angelina was just pissed that Fred didn’t tell her about leaving Hogwarts. Easter break, everyone went home. Usually that meant you were in London and Fred and George were at their parents house in Devon. This time they were in the same city as you were. You knock on their front door, Fred was managing the shop, he told you to walk right up. George opened the door, and gave you a hug. Letting you inside the bare apartment. There was a sofa, and a tv. Mismatching chairs, and a small table. A gross green carpet was on the floor by the sofa, and the kitchen was small, and made from dark wood. “So what do you think?” George asked. You frown at him. “Does Molly let the two of you live like this?” you ask him. The smile on his face faltered. “Why?” he asked. You gesture to his living room. “I am pretty sure you got that couch off Craigslist, and have not cleaned it.” you said, he shrugged. “You have two of everything.” you said: “You guys are adults with a running shop. You should have plates for more than just yourselves.” he crossed his arms in a casual manner. “Oi! we are functioning.” he said, you shake your head, and smile at him. Of course, Molly hadn’t. Not only Fred and George were active in the order but so were Molly and Arthur.

It took you some convincing, but Fred was all for it, and that night the three of you were painting the walls of the apartment. The grey of dirt walls were turned into a fresh coat of white. Fred quit a while ago, and was now watching cartoons on the dirty rug. While George sat back on one of the chairs, drinking a butterbeer. “Am I doing all the work?” you ask. George nodded. “Yes babe.” he said, reading a magazine. “get off your lazy ass.” you said, pointing at him with your paint brush. accidentally a few drops of paint splattered on him. “You’re dead,” Fred said for his brother. George got a paint brush out of a jar that was on the floor, smearing it from your cheek, down your neckline. “George!” you exclaim. You take the paint brush, quickly dipping it in the paint, and splattering more on George. Fred got up, and also took a paint brush, running after his brother, who tried to hide in the kitchen. 

The two of you walked through the store. “One day, I want these.” you said, holding up a plate, with your favorite design. George raised his eyebrow at you, as he leaned on the cart. “You have plate preferences?” he asked. You nod. “Get them babe” he said, you frown. “You should get plates you want.” you said, George shrugged. “Fred and I don’t care for plates, and you are my fiance so you get to pick.” he said, you look at him for a second longer, wondering if he is joking. You were joking when you said things like that, but you questioned if he was. However, he was going to buy plates you loved so really, you didn’t care. “Thanks, babe” you said, picking out a couple of plates, and carefully placing them in the cart.

When it was time for you to return to Hogwarts, the boys apartment was somewhat livable. “Next time, you’ll decorate my bedroom, right?” Fred asked. You roll your eyes at him. “I did not decorate your house.” You tell Fred. He glared at you. “I have to go out, and buy stuff for the store.”Fred said, he pecked a kiss on your cheek, when you hugged him. “Be careful with the umbitch.” He said, you nod. “You be careful too.” you tell him. He left the two of you alone. George was holding your bags. Ready to bring you to King’s cross station. “do you think about it now?” he asked. The apartment was nice, genuinely nice. With a little more rubbish it looked like a great bachelor pad. “I mean we don’t have room for Ophelia and Alfie but for now it is nice right?” he joked. You playfully push him against his arm, to tell him to stop it. 

“We should get a house, where Fred lives in the garage.” you tell George. He walked with you down the street. “Or a shed.” George snickered. You give him a smile. “A shed works.” you said, George smiled. “You are great. Who else would accept my dimwit brother and me as a package deal.” he said, it wasn’t really a question.

Part 2

Tagged: @enchantedcruelsummer

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

The Hoodie Problem

A wardrobe mistake costs you and Henry the privacy of your relationship. 

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           “No,” you groaned as your heard the dreaded chiming of the Alexa alarm. “No, no, no, turn it off!”

           “You have to say its name, dearie,” a tired Henry grumbled in response. You could feel him pull you tighter, deeper into his warm arms. “Alexa, stop the alarm.” The alarm stopped right after.

           “It’s currently 6:20 AM. The weather in London, England, is currently 6 degrees Celsius and will be sunny for the rest of the day. There are no unread emails for your .edu or gmail.com account. One package, containing 3 makeup brushes and dog treats will be arriving to 102…’

           “Will she shut up?” You groaned in response, turning back into Henry’s warm body. The room was freezing cold, and the dog had already gotten off the bed.

           “I don’t think she’s done yet.” In a single second, the opening riff of Back in Black started playing. “Alright, love, you actually need to go.”

           “No,” you grumbled. “Fuck class, I don’t wanna go to class. I hate it anyway, and I don’t wanna sit there and listen to my history professor talk about an asshole and defend his work when it’s already shit anyway.” Henry chuckled, sending another wave of heat through your body, making you want to stay even more.

           “You won’t get to argue your vulgar point if you’re late.” You sighed and started to sit up, yelling at Alexa to stop playing music. “Go, darling, otherwise I won’t get out of bed either.”

           “You’re such an asshole in the morning,” you responded, wrestling yourself onto the floor. A gigantic ball of fluff followed you, expecting his breakfast. “Can I borrow a hoodie? Left mine in the laundry.”

           “Which you only did so you can borrow one of mine. They should all be clean, just find one that can cover the bruises on your neck.” You sighed, spying a hoodie from a charity Rugby match Henry had done the month before, and after slapping deodorant onto your under-arms you pulled it on over her sports bra. You hoped it would be enough. Quite honestly, you didn’t care who saw the hickies on your neck. Anyone who was going to see was an adult who should act like an adult about it. Your hair would have to do since it wasn’t too greasy, and after deciding just to leave it down, you finished up in Henry’s adjoining bathroom and walked back to the bedroom.

           “Covered?” You asked.

           “Yep. Leave me your keys, take the Merc, and I’ll pick it up from the shop after my workout, I want them to check the paint on the hood, too.” He looked you up and down, sitting up in bed as you walked over to give him a kiss.

           “Thanks, babe.”

           “You look beautiful,” he responded with a smile.

           “I do not.”

           “You do!” Without bothering to look at the back of the sweatshirt, Henry got out of bed and went into the bathroom. You yawned as the massive dog zoomed down the stairs, waiting for breakfast. Kal sniffed around as you set foot on the stair landing, probably wondering why your vanilla perfume was mixed with the scent of Henry’s strong aftershave. Truth be told, you were glad. It was a comforting smell.

           “Be a good boy, Kal, Papa’s gonna feed you in a minute.” The dog panted in excitement and went to go stand by his water bowl, where he would inevitably drool for the rest of the time until Henry came to feed him. You placed your things from the dining room table, your makeshift desk, into your backpack, refilled your water bottle, and took a few seconds to exchange your keys with Henry’s keys. With another glance around the house, making sure you didn’t leave any chargers behind, you walked out the front door and began to adjust Henry’s car to fit your height. You felt like something was off, but you couldn’t describe it. Instead you went to go get your coffee and find a place to park before your frightfully early class.

           “You look knackered,” a voice said behind you as you finally climbed out of the car an hour and a half later. It wasn’t the first time you’d borrowed one of Henry’s cars, but at least it was the humblest of the three he had. The McLaren wasn’t something he even trusted himself to drive sometimes, he’d finally gotten rid of the Clio collecting dust at his parents’ house, and the Aston was his precious baby you didn’t dare go near. But you were endlessly grateful he let you borrow the Merc. You just wished it wasn’t so flashy. It was ten times flashier than the seven-year-old Hyundai you’d inherited from your mother. Especially in the parking spot right in front of the building ten minutes before class where people could see you getting out of it. The voice who’d spoken was Anna, your best friend, and supposed roommate if you ever came home.

           “Trust me when I say that man needs a new coffee machine, because I’m sick of having to leave the house at seven in the morning to go buy some,” you groaned in response, swinging your backpack over your shoulder. It was heavy as hell, but you were carrying most of your things in it because you didn’t have time to go back to your barely lived-in dorm room. Your other hand held your gigantic coffee, the biggest one you could buy because apparently British people preferred caffeine-free tea in the morning. People called you absolutely crazy for getting cold drinks when it was cold outside, too, but you didn’t care.

           “You realize your neck is completely purple, right? I doubt an espresso machine is the reason you’re so tied.” You scoffed at Anna’s statement. In reality it hadn’t been crazy sex keeping you up for the past few nights – you’d been working so late that Henry came up to you the night before and wouldn’t stop biting at your neck until you agreed to come to bed, hoping it would embarrass you into having better sleeping habits. But sex was a much better story.  

           “Is it really bad?” You asked.

           “No. Not from the front.” Anna started walking backwards up the building’s staircase, opening the door for the two of you. Your classroom was the first one on the left, a massive auditorium, because everyone had to take the History of Wagnerian Opera class for some stupid reason. You took your normal places in the bright room, taking your laptops out onto the desks. You fully expected to have to plug it in, but Henry, the ever helpful boyfriend, had plugged it in when he found it half dead the night before.

           “Had a rough night, did you, Yankee?” Another voice asked behind you. It was Isaac, another student you’d been friends with from the moment you stepped on campus.

           “What on Earth gave you that idea?” You asked as you took a sip of coffee. Isaac leaned closer, looking down at the back of the sweatshirt you were wearing. The hood barely covered the top of the lettering on your back. It read Cavill in white letters, and underneath it was the number 01. It was obviously customized, and well-loved judging by the fading English rose that was the logo for Henry’s favorite team. It was about three sizes too large, too, adding to the evidence that the hoodie didn’t belong to you. Isaac and Anna knew you were dating Henry, but most people had no idea. It wasn’t like you were hiding it, because you weren’t. Henry just wanted to protect you from the craziness that came with dating him, including paparazzi and prying eyes that would try to find their way into every little thing you did with or without him. You hadn’t signed an NDA or anything, but Henry was insistent on protecting you for as long as he could. You were fourteen years younger than him and he loved you dearly and nothing could change that.

           “You do realize that the back of your hoodie says HIS name on it, don’t you?” Isaac said quietly, hoping no one else in the auditorium heard.

           “What?” You asked in response. You could feel your face going red.

           “It says Cavill 01.”

           “Oh, shit.” You couldn’t take it off because the only thing you were wearing underneath it was a thin sports bra, and of course Henry’s car was so spotless on the inside that there was no chance of there being an extra shirt in there. Come to think of it, he’d been lounging around in the sweatshirt the night before. Shit, you thought. How could you miss it? How could you screw up that badly? What if this ruined everything?

           “Oh shit is right,” Anna remarked.

           “Does my hair cover it?” Isaac looked down at your hair. The lecture was about to start, but the thought of maybe losing Henry over a hoodie made you want to sit in the corner and cry.    

           “No. Neither does the hood.” You sank lower into the seat.

           “Maybe people won’t care. Cavill’s a common last name here.”

           “No, not really. And I think they will.” You sighed, crossing your arms against your chest.

           “Just don’t mention it to anybody and wear your bag when you can. Problem solved.”

           “I’ll get you something else later,” Anna cut in. In reality everyone already knew something was up. You had mentioned a few times, offhand, that you had almost moved into your boyfriend’s house and was commuting from Kensington. And you mentioned one day that he was an actor, much less that he was one of the most well-known actors in the entire world. Your phone had his name as Hank, and even though the connection wasn’t immediate, it was still enough to make someone think of the name Henry. Damn the British and their overly common name diminutives.

           “I swear to God, I’ll strangle whoever even thinks about it,” you sighed in response, putting your head down until the professor started class. You didn’t need to take notes quite yet, and pulled up the messages between you and Henry. The last night it was just on my way, got the food! And you are an absolute angel. Drive safe. His name wasn’t completely revealed at the conversation.

           We have a problem. Henry started typing immediately.

           You didn’t crash the car, did you????

           No, but that probably would’ve been better…

           Please explain.

           Promise you won’t get mad?

           What’s wrong???

           I picked up your hoodie from last night and it has your name on the back and it hides my neck but it has your name on it and there’s nothing under it so I can’t take it off and I’m freaking out because you don’t want people to know and I’m sorry, I just screwed up so bad. I’m such an idiot.

           It’s okay. Calm down. You’re not an idiot. You’re an absolute moron and I love you anyway

           I’m so sorry. I know you didn’t want anyone to know.

           The only reason I didn’t want anyone to know is because I didn’t want anyone to make you upset because I’m stupidly in love with you and people will try to tell you otherwise. It’ll be okay. If they find out they find out. Don’t worry about it. Really.

           I feel like an idiot now.

           I’m sure you look better in it than I do anyway. Don’t worry about it, love. I’ll see you at home and we’ll figure it out.

           Thank you.

           I love you!!!!

           Love you more dimples.

           You smiled a little, sitting back into your chair and starting to type out notes about the dark undertones within Ride of the Valkyrie. For the rest of class, it was fine. But you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t nervous for your next class. Isaac wasn’t there to back you up, and Anna sat on the other side of the room because you always distracted each other. You were on your own, taking in the scent of Henry’s aftershave that was left on the sweatshirt from the night before. It helped you calm down at least a little, even if the name on the back made you nervous. You sat lower in the chair than usual, but it didn’t stop at least one person knowing.

           “You like Henry Cavill too?” Elizabeth, the most annoying person on Earth (and a completely mediocre pianist with no sense of emotion who only got in because her father works for the royal family), said as she strained to read the sweatshirt on the way to her seat.

           “Yep.” You tried to play it off and wipe out the conversation before it even started. Never before had you wanted to listen to your old white professor rant about other old dead white guys. “He’s a good actor.”

           “I’m, like, so in love with him,” Elizabeth responded. Henry rolled his eyes every single time you said a word about Elizabeth, but you’d never tell her that. “Like, he’s just so dreamy.”

           “Oh, yeah,” you responded without even thinking. “He’s gorgeous.” You didn’t even realize what you said until Elizabeth’s eyes danced with a grin that matched her mouth.

           “You know him?” She exclaimed.

           “I mean, um, yeah, my internship…” you tried to cover, but it definitely didn’t work.

           “Shut up, you know him? Or, oh my gosh, is he the guy you’re dating?” You could tell that all of the color drained from your face and the room suddenly felt hot. You weren’t going to lie about it, but she would also be one of the first few people to know. And it wouldn’t be long before she blabbed her mouth to her followers.

           “I heard he likes younger girls anyway,” Ellen, the girl who sat behind Elizabeth, said. That was the cue for you to realize that everyone else was listening, too, and they couldn’t just mind their business. Your hands shifted uncomfortably inside the pocket of Henry’s sweatshirt. The room was definitely getting warmer.

           “Yeah,” you responded quietly. “We’ve been dating a few months and didn’t want to tell anyone yet. But you figured it out, so congrats.” You swallowed a lump in your throat. On the one hand you were glad that it wasn’t going to be a secret anymore. You didn’t want to hide how much you loved the curly-haired idiot who was too large for his own good.

           “Oh my GOD!” Elizabeth said excitedly. She was a little too loud with it. You just turned back around and pulled out your phone, hands shaking from the anxiety of what Henry had said. He said you were good enough, but what happened when the world was able to judge you?

           Well, Elizabeth figured it out. Not long until she spills to her 22 followers. And then their 22 followers.

           At least I can post that picture you took with me on the beach…

           The ugly one where I almost drowned after? Nooooo please!!!

           Oh that’s not what I was thinking about, but now that you mention it, my fingers might just slip…

           This conversation is DONE, fat Cavill! I swear I’ll punch the dimples right out of you.

           You underestimate me, little one.

           Cavill, this class is an hour long and I swear if I get out and you did something I will make you sleep on your own couch for the next year.

           Guess you’ll just have to fight me when you get home…

           With that, the conversation was over. Most people in the room didn’t seem to notice or care, but Elizabeth and Ellie did. Your friends didn’t for the most part, but you would assume some would turn on you. And you could tell that they were going to do whatever they could to make sure everyone knew that they knew before anyone else. It was strange to think that Henry was being so cool with it, that he wanted there to be a before people knew and an after. You shut your mind off and did your best to focus, even though it wasn’t very well.

           You got up at the end of class and packed your things, ready to brave the library until your next class, but you exited the room and there was someone standing at the entry hallway. Henry. And he was holding another coffee in one hand, and draped on his other arm was a shirt. He’d never been in public with you without some stupid disguise on, much less to bring you coffee in between classes.

           “Henry?” You asked, slightly too loudly. Elizabeth and Ellen turned toward you, but you blew past them to see Henry. He was grinning, from ear to ear.

           “So apparently, according to the internet in the past few minutes I’ve been in the car, I’m cradle robbing. Apparently you’re Instagram-model material, which I could’ve told you,” he said. “I brought you another coffee for dealing with bullshit, and I brought you another shirt in case you want to change.”

           “Can I keep this one?” You asked, looking down at Henry’s that you were still wearing. “And you didn’t post the bad picture of me yet?”

           “No, I was waiting for your approval,” he responded. He reached for his phone and handed it to you, and it was opened to a set of pictures he hadn’t posted yet.

           @henrycavill: The real Mission Impossible is getting her to stay still long enough to take a picture with her favorite old man. To be clear, though; she is MINE and I couldn’t be happier. I will sword-fight ANYONE to defend her honor!!

           It was a series of five pictures, all of them the two of you together, some of them cuter than others, and you just grinned. You couldn’t believe he was okay with everything, and you couldn’t believe that he was actually standing there with you, braving the people in your class just to hand you a coffee and offer you a shirt.

           “I love you,” you said quietly. He smiled in response. “Really.”

           “I love you too. I don’t care who knows.” You laughed and hugged him tightly, even though he was still holding your coffee. “But I do want the Merc back, your car is outside.”

           “Whatever you say, cradle-robber.”

A/N: I’m in an opera history class right now and it’s so frustrating that I’m definitely taking it out here. I hope the person who requests this loves it as much as I did because omg I love this 😭

[cruecifymesixx]

Love and Leather /part seventy three/

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Enjoy!

Warnings: language

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*Nikki’s POV*

“Van, I can take her up to her room. Just let me, please?” I watched as she picked up Arianna and carried her inside.

“Just get the bags.” Vanity mumbled to me as I sighed. I realized halfway through the drive home I was being an asshole to everyone just because I wanted to hurry up and get here. I carried the bags in and put them down by the stairs.

“Well hello pretty girl. Did you miss me?” Anarchy came up wagging her tail before running up the stairs, completely ignoring me along the way. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water before sitting down at the table.

“Thought I heard the gate open. You guys are back a day early.” I turned my head to the side when Clementine came out of her art studio with paint soaked brushes.

“Yeah, Allen called me about a new singer this morning-“ “...And now you guys are so excited. Tommy told me.” She interrupted me as she started rinsing off her brushes in the sink.

“Do you have to clean them there? I don’t want paint staining the tile. Can’t you clean them in a cup?” I questioned her as she shook her head.

“Vanity said I could.”

I rolled my eyes and got up from the chair, “Just clean up your mess. I don’t want to see it.” I walked over to the answering machine and went through them.

‘Nikki, it’s Allen. I tried calling your cell but It probably went through when you didn’t have any signal driving back. Anyways, come to my office around noon tomorrow. We also need to discuss your new contract with Elektra and how much you guys will be bringing home. Talk to you tomorrow.’

Message deleted.

‘Sixxter! Dude! Did you hear?! A new fuckin singer?! Hit me up when you’re back in town and let’s go grab some drinks! Maybe go to the titty bar!’

I chuckled and deleted the message. I’ll have to call Tommy in a little bit.

‘I hope this is still the right number. Don’t have any new ones for Sixx’s house. Anyways. Uh, hey Vanity it’s Saul, well Slash-‘

Fuck no. No. I’m not fucking doing this

“...I heard you were back in town. You’re still very popular here. New York huh? You shoulda reached out some how. I was staying there for a bit too. Anyways, uh here’s my number. You can keep it if you want. I was thinking if you were up for it we could catch up. Maybe grab a bite to eat or something to drink or whatever you want. Your choice. Just um give me a call. I’ll talk to you later maybe? Bye Vanity.”

Message deleted.

“Did you really just delete a message that was meant for me?” I quickly turned around when Vanity was standing by the stairs, arms folded across her chest.

“Vanity, I didn’t-“

She raised an eyebrow at me before walking to the kitchen, “Hi clemmy. Missed you.” I watched as she gave her a hug, “Was everything okay while we were gone?”

She nodded, “Of course! I signed for a few packages that came for Nikki. Anarchy was good she probably lost a few pounds since Ari wasn’t here to feed her. Told you I could be trusted watching the house.” Clementine glanced over at me. My jaw clenched as I turned away from them and grabbed the bags to bring up stairs.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s being an asshole today.” Vanity whispered, but not quiet enough. I shook my head and peered over the banister and into the kitchen.

“If you’re gonna call me an asshole. Say it to my god damn face and not when I leave the room.” I hastily snapped at her as she glared up at me.

“You’re being an asshole, Nikki.”

I shook my head before pushing her suitcase down the stairs to where it was prior, “Vanity don’t.” Clementine spoke as she tried reaching for her.

“No! Fucking let her!” I watched as Vanity came up on me, seeing the fire in her eyes burning hotter the longer she stared at me.

“Guys, Arianna is in the house so let’s not do this.” Clementine suggested as I sent her the middle finger.

“Shut the hell up, Clementine. She wants to start we can-“ I stopped talking when Van grabbed me by my arm, her nails digging into my skin as she attempted to suppress the rage. She dragged me into my room with all her force and slammed the door shut.

She pinched the bridge of her nose before looking at me, “I really, really don’t want to fight with you right now but you are being an asshole and I am not going to deal with it.”

“Me?!” She nodded, “How the hell am I being an asshole!? If it’s because of how we left this morning then doll, I am sorry. But it’s the band! You of all people should know how this! It’s my band, Vanity! I know you and Ari were having fun, I was too. But it’s my job babe. You’ve got to understand that.” I tried to explain and attempt to stay calm.

She leaned against the bedroom door, “So your manager or the label call you and you come running like a little lap dog?! You left your grandfather without even saying you loved him! Or with a proper goodbye! Arianna was so confused this morning Nikki! All because of how you were acting! All because you just had to get back here! by the way, you almost fucking killed us like four times! But you wouldn’t realize that because you couldn’t shut the fuck up about the stupid band and the stupid new singer who you don’t even know will be your singer yet!!” Vanity unloaded on me as I slumped down into a sitting position on the bed.

“Baby, I didn’t-“ I stopped talking when she exhaled deeply and took a step to me.

“I know you didn’t mean to do all that because you are happy some good news is finally coming since Vince left. But fuck Nikki, it was a little bit to much for me. I was so excited to be spending time with you and Arianna and having Tom with us and you ripped that from me and from her and from Tom! And then we come home and you delete a message that was meant for me and-“

I stood up, “I deleted it for a good fucking reason and you know that.” I pointed in her face as I stared down at her, “So don’t start the Slash bullshit with me.”

“Bullshit?! It’s been fucking years Nikki! Get over it! You aren’t my fucking boyfriend and if I want to call up Slash and take him up on his offer of catching up then I will!”

“Get out of my bedroom.” I looked away from her, grabbing my suitcase and going through my clothes and throwing them all in the hamper so I didn’t have to hang any of them back up.

“I’m not doing that though. So don’t worry about it.” Vanity assured as I rolled my eyes and laughed.

“Why not? I’m not your boyfriend.” I glanced at her as her lips parted to say something, “So go do whatever the hell you want, because I know you’re just going to do it anyways.”

“I am not-“ “Just get out of my room, alright?”

“Nikki-“ “Get out! Go!”

She stared at me for a moment, gnawing on her bottom lip before, shaking her head and turning away from me. The door latched quietly, hearing her footsteps disappear down the stairs.

I threw the suitcase across the room and at my closet door before getting on my bed and burying my face in the pillows.

*Next Morning*

~Nikki’s POV~

I pushed open Vans door, seeing her bed made perfectly, but clothes were tossed around her room and her perfume lingered faintly. I looked down at Arianna as she smiled at me, “Now where did your mom go?” I patted the top of her head when she shrugged.

“Auntie is home.” She told me, latching onto my hand and swinging it around, “Can we watch cartoons?”

I nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go downstairs. Have you had breakfast yet?”

I watched as she sat down on the stairs and slid all the way down them giggling, “Mommy made me french toast before she left.”

I flipped on the TV for her as she grabbed one of her barbies and climbed on the couch, “Did she go to the store?”

Arianna looked at me, “I dunno.”

I just wanted to say sorry to her.

I rubbed the sleeps out of my eyes and walked to the kitchen to get some coffee. “Is auntie painting?” I asked Arianna, her only response being a head nod as she was engrossed in the child’s show.

I walked down the hallway, going to the back of the house and looking inside to see Clementine sitting on a stool, painting away at a canvas.

“Can I help you?” Her voice was already littered with annoyance, “Is Arianna bored? She can come in here and play if she wants. I don’t mind.”

I chuckled and stayed out at the door, “No, no she’s not bored. Woke me up rudely, but that’s fine. She was asking where Van went...”

I watched her dip the brush into a mason jar full of dirty water before putting it back on the canvas, “Was she? Or are you asking where she is?”

I glared at the back of her head, “She’ll be home later. She left about an hour ago.” Clementine spoke as she finally turned around to look at me, “She’s a big girl Nikki. She can be by herself without you breathing down her neck.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. What the hell was that suppose to mean?

“Well where’d she go? Did she say when she would be back? I wanted to apologize for yesterday...” I mumbled, crossing my arms against my chest and leaned against the doorway.

“Yeah, was a nice little screaming match last night.” Clementine rolled her eyes at me before she started working again, “She said she was going to the diner to see if she can get her old job back and then mentioned going to lunch with a friend. Didn’t say when she’d be back.”

“Okay...well, I have to leave at noon to have a meeting with Allen. Can you watch Arianna? Or do you want me to take her with me?”

All Clementine did was shrug, “Whatever you want Nikki.”

I scowled at the back of her head, “Alright...I’ll just take her if it’s an issue.”

“No one said it was an issue.”

The woman in this house are going to cause me to rip out my hair.

“Which friend is she hanging out with? She didn’t really have a whole lot to begin with here. Other than Lucia and Tonya and the band.”

I heard her mumble something under her breath but I couldn’t make it out, “I don’t know? She called Tommy for his number and then she was out the door an hour later? I’m not her keeper, Nikki.”

His?

“I’m sure she’s fine Nikki, alright? Just go to your meeting.”

I walked away from her room, going down the hallway and shaking my head. Let me find out Tommy gave Vanity Slash’s number. I grabbed my phone off the counter and dialed Vans number and waiting patiently for her to answer, watching Arianna sing along to the cartoon.

‘Hey it’s Vanity! Leave me a message and-‘

I hung up the phone immediately and called Tommy.

‘I’ll be at the office soonish and-“

“Do you know where Vanity is?” I questioned him as the line went silent, “Tommy? Did you hear me?”

“I heard you.”

I rolled my eyes, “Okay well can you answer my question? Clementine said Van called you before she left.”

Tommy groaned, “Shit.” He chuckled, an uncomfortable chuckle, “She uh..she called asking for Slash’s number...”

“And you gave it to her because?!?!” I shouted, gripping the counter and forcing a half smile when Arianna peeked over the couch.

“Well I dunno, man! She just called and demanded it. Hey! Look, I’m in your corner Sixx. I tried telling her that wouldn’t be the best idea but you know how she is. She told me to fuck off and it wasn’t any of my business but yeah, I’m sorry?”

I shook my head, “It’s...it’s fine Tommy. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Later Sixxter.”

I put the phone down and rubbed my face, “Arianna! We gotta go get dressed. You have to come to work with me.”

“Can I wear my princess dress?”

“Yes my lady-“ bowing to her as she giggled, “You may wear the most prettiest princess dress imaginable.”

*Later that Evening*

~Vanity’s POV~

After parking my car in the garage, I quickly and quietly snuck through the door and started heading to the kitchen to put the cupcakes I got Arianna earlier today in the fridge. I heard the jangle of Anarchy’s collar behind me, followed by her bark.

“Sh! You’re gonna get me in trouble.” I whispered shouted to her as she then woofed a bit quieter before trotting over to get some back rubs, “Let’s go see Ari.” I mumbled and out my stuff down.

I dreaded going up the stairs with each creak in the wood, I felt like a teenager sneaking back in after being out partying all night. I tiptoed down the hallway and opened up her door, sighing when I saw that she was already sleeping. I maneuvered through toys and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “Goodnight baby.”

I left her room, peering down the hallway and saw Nikki’s bedroom light was off. I went to my room to get dressed into something more comfortable. I took the Bobby pins out of my hair, sighing in relief as I ran my fingers over my scalp.

I headed back downstairs to get something to drink and a snack, “So, did you get your job back?” Nikki’s voice and the light turning on made me jump.

“Jesus, do you have to do that?” I grumbled before going to the fridge and grabbing a water.

“How was the diner?” He questioned as I glanced at him for a brief second.

“Oh yeah, uh it was okay. Still the same, really. Francisco is letting make my own schedule. So I’ll be working eight to four so maybe Clementine can pick up Arianna from school since she gets out at two.” I explained to him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I could pick her up too, you know? She’s my daughter.” Nikki spat out as I stared at him.

“Okay...well you can also pick her up if you want..” I mumbled to him.

“Where have you been all day? I’ve tried calling, hell, Clementine tried calling and you didn’t answer!” Nikki whisper shouted a I shook my head.

“I was busy. I went to the diner, chatted with Francisco, meant some of the new girls and-“

“How was Slash?”

I held my breath as I turned my back towards him and looked through the fridge, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I heard his deep exhale, “Vanity.”

I turned around to face him, his arms cross over his chest and his face a bit red, “Don’t start the lying shit with me.” He stepped a closer to me as I stood my ground and stared at him.

“Alright, fine. I met up with Slash and we grabbed dinner and caught up. Nothing happened, so there’s no need to get any thoughts into that brain of yours.” I explained to him as his arms relaxed to his sides.

Nikki shook his head, “You should have said something, Vanity. I waited around my phone all day and Arianna was acting out and kept asking me where you went.”

I laughed at his words, “Tell you I was going to be with Slash?” I laughed again, “The same guy you have such a hatred for, you wanted me to tell you that so we could’ve argued before I left?” I shook my head and tried walking out of the kitchen but he blocked me. I closed my eyes before looking up at him, “I am sorry Arianna was acting out. I told her to be good for you.”

“She wanted you, Van. Not me.” Nikki grumbled as he shifted his body weight to the arm that was extended to rest against the wall.

“Nikki, I am sorry. I just got carried away. I’m allowed to have a moment of free time without Arianna and you.” I told him and I don’t think he liked that very much.

“Vanity, I don’t care that you hung out with him. I cared that you didn’t call. We had no idea where you were at!” Nikki shouted in my face as I rolled my eyes.

“Jesus, back off Sixx. It’s not that big of a deal.” I put my hand, pushing on his chest for him to get out of my face, “I said I was sorry.”

“Van, with you being newly sober I don’t think it’s the smartest of ideas to be hanging out with Slash who just overdosed a few months before you got here.”

“And I understand that but he has been going to meetings and speaking with a therapist. He is trying and he understands what I’m going through.”

“And I don’t?!”

I stared at him, “Nikki, stop yelling at me. I didn’t do anything wrong-“

“You didn’t call! I was worried about you! That’s what you did wrong!”

I tried to move past him but again he blocked me from leaving, “I didn’t know I had to tell everyone my exact location at all times.” I scowled, “Let’s get a fucking ankle monitor. Make sure I’m not doing anything you would disapprove of.”

“Doll, that is not what I meant.” He stepped closer, placing his hand on my lower back, “Vanity, I was worried. Don’t you get that?”

I looked up at him feeling paint chipped nails graze over my skin, “You didn’t have to be worried, Nikki. I was okay. He isn’t a bad guy just because you’re still insecure.”

Nikki raised his eyebrow in surprise, “Insecure? Hm. About What?”

“You know what.” I looked up at him, “You’ve always been insecure and get all possessive over me when he’s around.”

“He placed a god damn bet on you, Van.” Nikki barked, “I dont like how he found it funny and I don’t like he looks at you like he’s going to rip off your fucking close and fuck you against a wall. If that makes me insecure so fucking be it.”

I groaned in frustration, “Nikki I am sorry alright. I’m sorry I didn’t call and I’m sorry I had you guys worried. It is not going to hurt Arianna’s development if I missed a bed time story when I have done it the last six years.” I snapped at him, “What do you want me to do? Just never leave the house again so you and Clementine don’t have to worry about what I’m doing?”

“No Vanity, that’s not...that’s not what I’m saying at all. Just, just next time call alright?” Nikki pleaded with me, “Because I don’t want to deal with Arianna asking if you went away.”

I frowned a bit, “Shut up, Nikki. She didn’t say that.”

“Yes she did. She asked if it was gonna be like New York. You think she doesn’t fucking remember the shit you pulled there? Our daughter was asking for you and just wanted to make sure mommy was coming home. Ask fucking Clementine. Arianna didn’t stop crying for an hour over you Vanity. So yeah, fucking call next time. I didn’t think I was asking much.”

I stared down at the marble flooring of the kitchen, feeling the hot gaze he had and the venom in his words as he spoke, “Yeah. I’ll call next time.”

*Next morning*

I woke up hearing Arianna’s laugh coming from downstairs. I laid in bed for a moment before getting up and rubbing my eyes. I pulled on some sweats before heading downstairs.

“Mommy!” Arianna yelled before climbing out of the chair and running to me, “Good morning baby.” I said while picking her up and holding her at my side and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

I looked at Nikki when he came over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before handing me a cup of coffee, “You making breakfast?”

Nikki smiled and nodded as he went back over to the stove “Yeah, just some French toast and scrambled eggs.”

“Thank you baby.” I sat down at the table, taking a sip as I looked at what Clementine was working on, “That’s pretty.”

“Arianna gave me the idea after she pestered me for an hour about those lovely pink cupcakes in the fridge.” She shot me a glare as I grinned at her.

“Mommy, I want a cupcake.” Ari tugged on my fingers, “They looks like unicorns.” She mumbled as I shook my head.

“No, it’s too early for them. You can have one later.” She started to pout as she roughly let go of my fingers and threw my hand down, “Arianna, it’s not to early for a time out. You will get one later.”

I looked over at Clementine, “Sorry, I tried hiding them in the back but I swear, she’s a sweets and candy magnet. I brought them home from her last night. There was this cute little bakery down by the piers where we had dinner and they had some in the display window and I thought she would love them.”

“Well you showed up way past bedtime.”

I cocked my head to the side, “Only an hour past bed time, don’t be dramatic. And, I told you where I was going but you didn’t listen.”

“I had my radio up loud, what did you expect from me?” She grinned, “I tried protecting you but he went and got nosey.” She nodded over to Nikki as I glanced at him, seeing him flip the toast and munching on a piece of bacon.

“Well thank you. I needed to get out and have a little fun without him up my ass.”

Clementine pushed her drawing book to the side as I sat down, “You still could have called, Van. You gave me PTSD flashbacks when I went straight to voicemail.”

I looked away from her, letting my hand run through Arianna’s hair, attempting to tame at is as she worked in her coloring book, “I’m sorry.”

Clementine put the topic to rest with a simple nod when Nikki came over with a plate of French toast stacked high, a side of bacon and a frying pan of scrambled eggs. I watched, smiling as he cut Arianna’s French toast up for her.

“So did you meet the new singer?” I asked Nikki as he sat down and I started filling my plate up.

“No, that’s next week. Dudes up north touring with his band so we just did a phone interview.”

“...two bands? Well, how did the interview go?”

Nikki shrugged, “It was fine I guess. Arianna was with me at the office yesterday so I had to make sure she wasn’t getting into anything. He seemed like a nice guy. Could tell he was nervous. Anyways, yeah he’s in another band. The Scream, more heavier. I don’t think you’d like their music.”

“Who?” I laughed and took a bite of my toast before grinning at him, “Exactly princess.”

“I read about them in a magazine once. They aren’t too popular.” Clementine spoke, “So I’m sure he’d leave to be in Mötley.”

NikkI nodded, “Yeah, yeah he is. We already gave him a offer but we’re trying to keep it under wraps due to the band just resigning a twenty five million dollar contract with Elektra.”

“That’s a lot of money.” Clementine mumbled under her breath before taking a sip of coffee.

Nikki glanced over at me as I was wearing a poker face. That is a shit ton of money for an album that ranges from eight to ten songs. I cleared my throat and took another bite of my breakfast.

“So what’s the guys name?”

“John Corabi.”

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Changes

Chapter 25

“You did what?” My eyes were wide, my hand covering my mouth and the other holding a slip of paper. “I-I can’t accept this, Taron.”

“You can and you will,” he answered firmly.

I shut my eyes for a second, trying to compose myself. When I felt like I could open my eyes again, I let myself read over the paper again. It was two tickets for a plane in which the destination was my home town. “I really can’t…”

Taron took the tickets from my hand and placed them on his kitchen counter before taking my hands. “I know how much you miss them, love. The holidays deserved to be spent with your family.”

I fought hard to keep my eyes dry but it was hard not to. I figured it’d be another six months or so before I’d be able to see my family but now I was just a couple days away. “They have no clue, do they? Oh man. Mom’s totally going to cry,” I finally managed to say, a grin forming. “Hell, I’ll cry.”

“Babe, you’re crying now,” Taron laughed, wiping the wet streams on my cheeks.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “God, I have to pack. Wait. Work! I-I need to call Matthew.”

“Take a deep breath!” Taron urged. He was smiling at me as he cupped my cheeks now. “I’ve already talked to Matthew. We’ve got time off with Christmas around the corner. I took care of everything, okay?”

I nodded, forcing myself out of his hands on my face by wrapping my arms around him. “Thank you so much,” I whispered, shutting my eyes and taking a deep breath. “But you better not have gotten me anything for Christmas after this.”

Taron chuckled. “No promises.”

I sighed and let go of him, looking around. “I’d better go home and pack then,” I frowned.

“Could wait till tomorrow,” he suggested. “I can cook us dinner and we can curl up with a movie, if you’d like.”

I contemplated, looking at him. I couldn’t help but to smile. He was so handsome. His sandy blonde hair and his blue-green eyes, that sharp jawline. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself that all the time.”

I kissed him before disappearing to the kitchen. “Dinner and cuddles sound great,” I agreed.

Our usual routine took place. I sat on the kitchen counter as Taron cooked. We ate and talked, mostly me as I went on about how excited I was to get home. Taron listened, seeming just as excited to meet my family. I cleaned up as he picked out a movie and we curled up in bed together like always.

The next morning I headed back to my studio apartment and dug out a suitcase from the closet. I packed some clothes and essentials, though I had a lot of this at my parents’ house still. I wanted to call my parents and tell them that I’d be seeing them soon but surprising them sounded so much better.

So that’s what I did. I tried to sleep on the plane but I struggled, even with Taron holding my hand. I knew I was going to be exhausted by time we landed but between the anxiety of being on a plane and being excited to get home, I couldn’t rest.

We caught our layover and boarded. Taron took the window seat again, for which I was grateful. I played on my phone for the most part. I mostly just wanted to be distracted. I hated flying.

When we finally landed in my hometown, I was so happy I could’ve cried. Taron and I retrieved our luggage before getting a rental car to head to a hotel. We ordered pizza and used the hot tub, though I could hardly keep my eyes open after a full day of travelling. Once I was in bed, it took no time for me to fall asleep.

The next morning was a blur. I was a mess. Trying to figure out what to wear, if I should put on makeup, how to do my hair. And of course, none of it truly mattered. It was my family I was about to see.

In the car with Taron, my hands were shaking. “I’m nervous to see them,” I said quietly.

Taron looked up from his phone, taking ahold of my hand. “I’m the nervous one,” he answered. “I’m about to meet your parents for the first time.”

A smile erupted as I looked at him. “My dad might look scary but he’s a big softie.” I took a deep breath, realizing we were growing closer and closer to their house. Thankfully it was a Sunday morning, which meant my parents and my younger brother would be home. We came to a stop and I reluctantly took off my seatbelt. “Ready?” I asked.

Taron nodded and shut off the car. We climbed out and walked through the front gate of my parent’s house. I took out my phone and called my dad. It rang twice before he answered.

“Hi, Rose. What’re you doing sweetheart?”

“Hey Dad. Just was checking in. I sent a package out to you guys for Christmas but it just gave me a notification that it was delivered. I thought that was a bit strange since it’s Sunday.”

“Weird. Guess I’d better check,” my father answered.

“Well get Mom and Sean. I don’t think I selected the gift wrapped option and it is a present after all.”

My dad chuckled on the other end of the phone. I heard him call for my mom and brother. A moment later, the front door swung open. “Well, Rose… I don’t see a package on the porch.”

“That’s really odd. I’m looking at the screen that says delivered. Maybe it’s in the yard.”

“This is a lot of work for a present,” my dad laughed. He stepped onto the porch with the rest of the family on his heels before he finally looked up. His eyes landed on me and Taron before he started smiling. He hung up the call and pocketed his phone as the three of them hurried down the downs and walkway to me.

I don’t know who hugged me first and I don’t know who was crying harder but the four of us were a bumbling mess as we stood there embracing. When I finally caught my breath, I wiped my eyes and reached for Taron and introduced everyone.

“Let’s get inside,” my mom said, her arms crossed over her chest. “It’s cold out here.” She led the way inside. My dad walked to the fireplace and started a fire as I fell into the leather sofa and let out a happy sigh. “Welcome back, sweetheart.”

“I thought you weren’t going to be back for a while,” my brother spoke up, standing there with his hands in his hoodie pocket.

“I thought so too,” I answered then gestured to Taron. “But someone wouldn’t let that happen.”

“She kept talking about how much she loved the holidays and all of the family traditions. I couldn’t let her miss it,” Taron spoke up as he reached for my hand.

“Thanks for bringing her home for a little while.” My dad gave his signature thin lipped smile before disappearing into the other room. He came back with a couple strands of Christmas lights. “Go get the ladder, please, Sean.” My brother nodded and retrieved the ladder before they came back.

“The lights go on the ceiling,” I explained to Taron as we watched. The ceiling had a high arch and a beam down the middle. It had small hooks on the beams that my dad was looping the strands of lights in. While they were busy, my mom and I gave Taron a small tour of the house.

“Where’s your room?” Taron asked as my mom disappeared from our sides.

“I never actually lived at this house,” I answered, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen. “After my parents moved out of my childhood home was right around the same time me and what’s-his-name got our first apartment.”

Taron gave a small nod before moving past me and looking at photos on the wall. I stood and watched as his eyes travelled over each photo frame.

“There’s a million more where those came from,” I spoke up.

“I want to see them all.”

I laughed and shook my head. We found the living room again and sat with my family. I told them all about London and the night at Abbey Road, then about the movie and how we were in Norway now. I told them about the Northern Lights and the locket, sparing no detail anywhere in my stories. Then listened as my family explained the last few months to me, giving me updates on extended family and everything else.

It was growing late and I was starving. I followed my dad into the kitchen, leaving Taron with my mom and brother. Dad got his phone out and started playing music as he started dinner. It was always one of my favorite things about going over for dinner. Dad always turned on classic rock and we talked about it as we cooked. We’d share favorite songs that we had heard a million times but never got tired of.

Once dinner was ready, we all took spots at the dining room table. My dad asked question after question to Taron, who answered all of them with ease. I had been nervous about my family meeting him but there was absolutely nothing to be worried about. They got along better than I could have ever expected.

I cleaned up dinner before finding everyone in the living room. Mom had plugged in the Christmas tree and Dad was starting some Christmas music. I knew what was happening next. Sean hit the light switch and the room was dark except for the sparkling Christmas tree and the gleaming lights overheard.

I urged Taron to move down to the floor with me, grabbing pillows from the couch. I laid on my back and soaked in the lights and smiled as Please Come Home for Christmas by the Eagles started playing. This was by far my favorite tradition. Being here with my family and Taron, enjoying the pure happiness that was Christmas felt like bliss.

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Better than medicine - Prompt fic

Title: Better than medicine Pairing: Taron x reader Rating: T Warnings: None really A/N: This is told from Taron’s perspective so it’s a bit of a different format for a reader fic, but I felt inspired to get in Taron’s head so there you go. Short but cute fluffy piece! Generated from the prompt below. Enjoy! x Prompt: Can I request the reader taking care of Taron when he's sick? This is for user @rikersgirl22​. - Hope it fits the bill and you enjoy this! 💖

The alarm went off far too early and I groaned as I rolled over and swatted the alarm a couple times before finding the button to turn the grinding sound off. I blinked blearily in the dark, trying to orient myself and smiling at my girlfriend’s sleeping form. How she hadn’t stirred, still resting sweetly through that incessant beeping, was beyond me, but she had hours before she had to be up for work so I swung my legs over the side and quietly slid off the bed, not wanting to wake her.

As soon as my feet hit the cold floor I shivered, and before I could even leave the room I sneezed, looking over my shoulder quickly but y/n still hadn’t stirred. I sniffled slightly before going to the bathroom, feeling a bit under the weather as I brushed my teeth quickly. But I had a series of important meetings today and I wasn’t about to miss them for a few sniffles.

I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed the clothes I’d set out the night before, pulling them on quickly before walking over to the bed and kissing my girlfriend sweetly on the forehead, her y/h/c hair splayed out across the pillow in the way I loved so much. She mewled softly in her sleep, making me smile gently in the semi-darkness, shafts of light starting to filter in through the curtains as the sun began to rise.

I made myself a cup of coffee, grateful for the automatic maker y/n had gifted me a couple of Christmases ago. I could not have asked for a better, more loving person to share my life with, and things had only gotten better and better. I’d asked her to move in with me 6 months ago, and our life together was nothing but laughter and joy. And I fully intended to make things official when the timing felt right.

With that thought I let myself out of the house, making my way across London and sitting through a few meetings, but as the day wore on I started having trouble focusing. My nose felt incredibly raw after having to wipe it every few minutes, and I couldn’t stay warm to save my life. When I had a few minutes I texted my girl, who would be busy at work I was certain.

<Hope you’re having a good day at work, love. Always on my mind> I sent.

<How are your BIG IMPORTANT meetings going today?> she answered immediately. Ah, must be on a break then.

<Good, but I’m feeling under the weather and I just want to curl up in bed. Preferably with you.> I returned, before having a sneezing fit and shivering some more. I emptied my pocket of used tissues into the trash, feeling like absolute trash, but I had something important I wanted to do after I left the offices.

<Awww my poor baby. I’ll take good care of you as soon as I’m home from work. I’ll make you some soup and we can veg on the couch together.>

<Sounds perfect> I sent back. I sat through one more meeting, staring a bit off into the distance and probably missing half of what was being said as I tried to not just melt onto the floor, sweating buckets now and wondering if anyone else noticed my nose running like a faucet. Once hands were shaken (I used a generous amount of hand sanitizer) and backs patted, I got myself out of there as quickly as I could. The tube ride was a bit excruciating, the noises too loud and the overwhelming scent of food and bodies in an enclosed space making me want to gag, but I just put my earphones in and rested my head against the cool pole, nearly missing my stop in my feverish haze.

I found the store I was looking for relatively easily, being ushered into the cool space and greeted with display upon display of sparkling jewelry.

“Ah, Mr. Egerton!” a jeweler greeted me, as I’d made an appointment ahead of time. We talked about what I was looking for in this particularly important piece, and he showed me several options while I fought my eyes from tearing up. Whether that was from my cold or from my emotions, I couldn’t have told you. When I had made my decision, happy with my choice and knowing it would be perfect to surprise y/n with, I paid for it and skipped the packaging, preferring to shove the square black box in my pocket instead. While I never felt unsafe in London necessarily, taking the tube with a clearly-marked jewelry bag hanging from my arm was probably not the best idea.

With that done, I made my way back home, grateful for the dark as I kicked my shoes off and fell into the couch, pulling the duvet around myself and dozing off for a bit until I heard the front door open.

“Babe?” y/n said, walking in with a bag of groceries in her arms and looking concerned. I had not the slightest idea what time of day it was, and I only felt worse than I had before.

“Here,” I croaked out, my throat on fire and a bit of a cough rattling my chest.

“You sound like shit,” she commented sympathetically.

“I feel like shit,” I sighed, pulling the blanket around myself tighter, only my eyes peeking over the edge of it.

“Do you want to eat?” she asked, coming over and feeling my forehead and gasping slightly. “You’re burning up, babe.” I only groaned in response as she hurried about the house, finding some medicine in the bathroom cabinet and making me swallow it down. She turned the telly on, the volume low, and mothered over my sick self, anything else she might have wanted to accomplish in the evening completely forgotten as she sat on the couch with my head resting in her lap, running her fingers through my sweaty hair as the fever tried to break.

Once the medicine started bringing my fever down, I realized I really was hungry and hadn’t had anything to eat but the coffee and breakfast sandwich I’d had early in the morning, so she went to the kitchen to make some soup, and I hoped she wouldn’t catch this awful illness.

I sat up and after a coughing spasm, stood up tentatively, my bladder needing as much attention as my stomach now. I used the toilet and washed my hands with soap and water as scalding as I could manage, staring at my pale face and slightly bloodshot eyes in the mirror. I looked like hell, I couldn’t help but think. But I wasn’t going through this alone, and that made all the difference. How I had gotten so lucky to find the love of my life was beyond me, and every day I counted my stars, especially moments like these.

I found her in the kitchen and she turned to me, sauce spoon in hand, and smiled so brightly I couldn’t help but smile back.

“You’re alive,” she teased me lightly.

“Barely,” I managed, wanting to wrap my arms around her and kiss her until the sun went down, but resisting the urge. The last thing we needed was both of us sick.

“Well I’ll get you back in tiptop shape in no time,” she grinned. “And at least you don’t have anywhere to go tomorrow.”

���No but you have to work and I’ll be by my lonesome,” I whined slightly, making her shake her head.

“I can’t take a sick day just because you’re sick,” she giggled at that as I pouted playfully at her. “My word, what’s that in your pocket?” she asked after a beat, her eyes having obviously drifted down, and I’d completely forgotten the ring box making a very clear presence in my tight jeans.

“Uhhhh,” I said, standing there a bit dumb-founded. “It’s just a surprise, for you. And the soup’s burning,” I added, as she gasped and turned around to take the over-boiling pot off the burner.

“What did you do?” she asked, once the soup had been rescued.

“Nothing we haven’t already talked about babe,” I smiled, leaning against the counter and removing the black box from my pocket, holding it up slightly. “But this wasn’t exactly the moment I was thinking of,” I grinned, and then sneezed again for emphasis. “Shit,” I said, wiping my nose yet again as y/n’s face moved between shock, awe, vulnerability, love, joy, sympathy and finally settled on fondness for me.

“Oh, T,” she said, crossing the space and pressing her lips to mine before I had a chance to protest. I melted into that kiss, as I always did, sick or otherwise. I wrapped my hands in her hair as she slid her fingers around to my back and down to my arse, squeezing slightly and making me chuckle against her lips.

“Think I’m gonna need more medicine for that,” I teased her lightly as we both pulled apart, smiling at each other almost shyly, the way we did when we first met. I loved her so much and moments like these reminded me that I could never get enough of her.

“Gonna let me see that?” she asked, playfully trying to snatch the box from me as I held it above her head.

“Nope,” I said, letting the ‘P’ pop and smirking slightly at her. “Not until I can surprise you properly, and definitely when I’m no longer hacking up a lung,” I chuckled at that.

“Oh fine. I want to be surprised anyway,” she grinned, going to grab bowls out of the cabinet for us. I quickly went to slip the box in my underpants drawer - she could easily find it if she wanted to, but I figured knowing about the mere presence of it was enough.

We settled on the couch together, eating our soup and laughing at stupid game shows, and I imagine that I was already starting to feel a little bit better. I nuzzled into her neck and kissed her there sweetly, as she affectionately ran her fingers through my messy hair. In that moment, everything was right with my world no matter my aches and chills. Being with the person you loved most was better than any medicine money could buy.

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The Briefest Kiss Epilogue

It took me a little longer to get this done, but here it is: The epilogue. 

I LOVE YOU ALL FOR ALL YOUR KIND WORDS AND YOUR SUPPORT AND EVERYTHING ELSE. ❤️

Hopefully, you’ll like my next story, too. I’ll start posting very soon! 

Nick rolled his eyes hard as he kicked a half-filled box of books away from the sofa to take a seat. “How long do you live here now? Two months? Don’t you think it’s time to unpack?”

“Nope.” Alex reclined in his seat; legs spread out. “Mi and I won’t stay here for long. Unpacking would make no sense.”

Jamie snorted from his spot next to Nick and Katie, sitting on his lap, tried to fight a giggle. “Why did you move in here in the first place?” she wondered.  

“Miles’ place was too small and once he moved in with me, my place became too small. We needed a bigger place. And this was available. London isn’t an easy place to get something nice in the nick of time.”

“You got a nice and big place in Paris,” Matt reminded him.  

Alex sighed. “Paris isn’t London.” They stayed in Paris now and then. They loved it there in the summer when the weather was nice, and the sun was warm. But, once fall arrived, the weather in Paris was as shitty as it was in London. And if it was raining anyway, London beat Paris by a mile. London was home. The only thing left to do now was to find an actual home. Something big and welcoming. None of those modern, white-walled monstrosities that were marketed as lofts these days. And the charming apartments that his latest real estate agent had tried to load off on him had the appeal of a mud splash.

He had his sight set on something special. Something unique and rare. But getting it proved to be harder than he’d imagined.  

“It took me a year to find the right place,” said Jamie. “Do you really want to live between boxes for that long?”

“If need be, yes.” He checked the time. “What time did you get the table, Nick?” Alex was beginning to feel hungry. That bit of toast from the morning had long ago stopped keeping his stomach entertained and it had been the last bit of edible thing this apartment had to offer. He’d yet again forgotten to buy food. And the weird shit that Miles hauled in was barely worth even looking at.

“Around eight. We should leave soon. At this time, we’ll need an hour to make it there. London in December is hell!”  

“Tell me about it,” said Katie. “Took me an eternity to get a parking spot!”  

“I offered to drive,” remarked Jamie. “You refused to let me.”

“Last time you drove my car, you got a ticket!”

Alex chuckled. “How’d you end up with the fast car and Jamie stuck with the mini-van?”

“Speeding tickets,” grinned Katie. “The mini-van bores the shit out of him, which means he won’t drive fast with it.”  

“One more ticket,” grumbled Jamie, “and they’ll bench me. Gotta behave for a bit.”  

“Which means I get to drive his Porsche for now!” Katie placed a quick kiss on Jamie’s mouth. “I do love your car, honey! Who knows, maybe you and Jamie can share a cab soon. Miles mentioned you’ve been collecting tickets as well!”

“Not just tickets,” laughed Matt. “He tried to charm his way out getting one and got a warning from the police officer for attempted bribery!”

“She wore one of those festival wristbands. From Glastonbury. Asked her if she ever saw us live. She said yes. I offered to sign a record for her. She took it the wrong way.”

Matt pinned him down with a glare. “She didn’t take it the wrong way. You were miffed she declined and ticketed you anyway!”

“Whatever.” Miles and Matt had been in the car with him and if the two of them hadn’t reduced themselves to piles of laughter, the police officer might have actually let him off the hook!  

“When will Miles get back?” asked Matt.

“Two more days. Then he’s back for the weekend before he leaves for Glasgow again.”  

“He’s busy, huh?”

“Yep.” Alex loved that Miles was invited to all sorts of festivals and that he was so popular that his tour seemed never-ending, but at the same time, it was hard to constantly say goodbye when all Alex wanted to do was hold on and keep him close.  

His phone vibrated. He looked at it quickly and grinned at what the message read.  

“Good news?” asked Jamie.  

“Very good news,” said Alex. Maybe this whole apartment-drama was coming to an end soon. The text was from his lawyer who may or may not be able to seal quite a good deal today. Depending on the sellers.  

The doorbell rang. “Oh, finally!” Alex was desperately waiting for a package. He’d gotten into online shopping these days and found an old antiquities store in France that showcased its entire selection on the web. He’d gotten way too many things already. Books, an old carpet, a lamp, a vintage leather jacket that Miles continuously tried to steal from him…  

He pulled the door wide open, ready to sign and unpack the box when he froze mid-move.  

“Hey, babe!”  

Alex reached out, grabbed Miles’ head and pulled him in for a bruising kiss. His arms roped around his neck, his entire body pressed up against Miles’ and within a matter of seconds, Miles had him flattened to the doorframe, returning the kiss with equal fervor.  

“You’re…mmmhh…early,” murmured Alex between wild kisses and needy gropes.  

“Missed you so much!” Miles smiled into the kiss, bringing unabashed happiness to Alex’s face. “Got an early flight.” Hands went to Alex’s butt and Miles lifted him off the floor. “Tell me where!”

“Nowhere,” yelled Matt from the couch while the others whistled in unison.  

Alex chuckled into the crook of Miles’ shoulder. “Oh yes, we got visitors.” He fastened his grip on Miles and grinned harder when his love carried him all the way to the couches.  

“Hey, guys!” Miles dropped Alex onto the couch and immediately settled on his lap.  

Wrapping his arms around him, Alex made sure to keep Miles there. One was curled loosely around his waist, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his shirt. The other was on Miles’ thigh, not quite so absentmindedly playing there.  

“How was the trip?” asked Katie.  

After a while of sharing stories of the past two weeks, Nick and Matt got into a discussion with Jamie and Katie about the pros and cons of spending Christmas on a beach.

Alex was too lost in Miles to care about any of that. “I thought you had a gig tonight.”

“Got canceled. Bad weather.” Miles nuzzled into Alex’s neck. “And Glasgow got pushed to February. Something about construction problems.”

That meant Miles would be home for two months. “Baby, that’s so sad!”  

Miles was laughing as he caressed the delicate skin underneath Alex’s eyes with his finger. “You’re such a bad liar! But I agree,” he said, leaning in, kissing him, “it’s truly awful.” More kissing. “Horrible.” More. “I’ll be stuck with you for weeks and weeks.” And more. “Whatever will we do, huh?”

Alex’s hand slipped beneath Miles’ shirt, finding his skin hot and soft and oh so alluring. “We’ll bore each other,” he whispered. “No doubt.”

“We’ll tire of one another quickly.”

They were enjoying each other immensely. He’d missed him so much. Missed all that playfulness, missed the kisses, the smiles, the warmth of his arms. “We’ll wish we’d be anywhere but here.”  

Miles leaned back, meeting Alex’s eyes slyly. “Well,…that might actually be true! Did the real estate agent sent more offers?”

“Nothing good.”

“We’re still stuck here, then?”

Well… Alex tried to be vague without lying outright. “For the moment.” Miles would explode if Alex’s plan worked out. Hopefully in a good way.  

“We’ll make do!”  

Forever the optimist, thought Alex, and kissed him again.  

Nick got up. “We should really leave. I’ll call the restaurant and inform them to add a seat.”

“Tell ‘em to cut a seat.” Katie got up as well. “Alex won’t be joining us.”

Nick frowned. “Huh?”

“Katie, you can’t just uninvite him,” said Jamie.  

Matt sighed as he met Katie’s eyes. “They don’t get it, do they?”

“Not even a little,” she agreed.  

Alex chuckled as he clung to Miles, not even attempting to get up. “She’s got a point. I really don’t feel like going out tonight.”

“Should we stay here, then?” asked Jamie.  

Katie and Matt laughed and tugged the other two towards the door. “Honey,” she said, facing Jamie. “You do not want to stay and watch.”

“We’ll do dinner tomorrow! You’re all invited.” Miles’ hand snuck underneath Alex’s shirt, which made him perk up and smile widely.  

“Just not tonight,” Alex said, eager to resume his kisses with Miles. “Pull the door close on your way—” The words died on his lips when Miles was overcome with the same desire and swept his lips up in a fiery kiss.  

“Bedroom?” muttered Miles between kisses.

“Can’t wait that long,” said Alex as he tore Miles’ shirt apart, pushing him back onto the couch and straddling him. “Two weeks are not doable! I barely got any sleep!” He tossed his own shirt away and watched hungrily as Miles went for his belt. “Two weeks without you make me cranky,” he admitted, leaning down and kissing him hard. “They make me needy and restless and—” Another kiss. “Turn around!”  

Miles did in a heartbeat. A huge smile flew to his face as a hungry growl slipped from his throat. “Do me real good!”  

“Better believe I will!”  

-

Alex opened his eyes, stretched and purred like the world’s most satisfied, well-fed cat. A huge grin was on his face as he rolled on his stomach, squinting in the dark, searching for Miles. He found his phone instead and discovered a slate of unread messages.  

Contract signed.  

Congratulations.

We’ll do the final paperwork tomorrow.  

Sent a courier with the keys, should be there shortly.  

Alex frowned. The last message arrived an hour ago. And no courier had arrived. Then again, he and Miles had been a bit preoccupied. And loud. Maybe he hadn’t heard?

Butt-naked and completely content, Alex made his way to the front door, pulled it the tiniest bit ajar to check for neighbors or other people. No one in sight. He opened the door further.  

There it was.  

On the floor.  

A small, plain black box.  

Perfect.  

“Miles?” Door closed, box in hand, Alex made his way to the pile of clothes on the ground and grabbed his jeans. Once he had them on, he shoved the box into the pocket and headed for the little balcony. “Mi?”

“Out here!” Wearing only jeans himself, Miles leaned against the banister, cigarette in hand, and gazed dreamily at the object of his wildest desires.  

The house across the street.  

“The lights are out. They must be asleep already.”

Alex grinned as he wrapped his arms around him from behind, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. “What did I tell you about spying on the neighbors?”

“I’m not spying on them!” A sly smirk tugged on Miles’ lips as he leaned his cheek against Alex’s. “I’m just checking up…on their house.”

On their first night here, while trying to fall in love with their actual apartment, Miles had hopelessly lost his heart to the house across the street, which they had a magnificent view on. It was an old building with brown bricks and sprawling details. The windows were new and wide, and it had the most amazing balcony in all of London, assumed Alex.  

When the sun set and the apartment was lit, one could see the mahogany doors and tall ceilings. The rooms were large and while the interior design wasn’t quite what Miles and Alex preferred, it was still well decorated.  

“Do you know that the guest bathroom has a floor-length mirror that’s rimmed with white mosaic? Looks insane!” Miles’ eyes turned distant. “And the kitchen? Oh, Al. I’ve never seen a thing more beautiful!”  

The kitchen had no window that they could look into. Neither had the bathroom. Alex raised a brow as he nudged his nose against Miles’ jaw. “How do you know? Please tell me you didn’t break in!”  

A smile lit Miles’ face. “When you were in Sheffield last month, I may have knocked on their door and asked to use their bathroom.”  

“Miles Peter Kane!” Alex’s jaw dropped. “I can’t believe you did that!”  

“I had to!” His expression turned sheepish. “I had to know, Alex! I couldn’t live with the questions. I needed answers! I had to see the kitchen!”  

Alex curled his arms further around Miles, seeking warmth from him. The cold December night wasn’t meant for shirtless bodies and bare feet. But he also wasn’t willing to relinquish that delicious feeling of Miles’ skin against his own. “What else did you discover on your covert mission?”

“Your Steinway grand piano would look so fucking good in the living room! Imagine, babe: Cold, snowy nights, the storm rages outside the windows. But you and I are on the floor on that luxurious carpet of yours, entwined in front of the fire space. The walls are covered with framed cover art and old images. Our guitars are neatly positioned in the corners. The old record player is crackling as we listen to past tunes. Or to the Chipmunks’ Christmas record!”

Laughter burst from Alex as he envisioned it. “It’s got plenty of rooms. Whatever would we do with all of ‘em?”

“One we could set up as a studio for you!” Miles didn’t even need to think about it. “One we’d turn into a guest room, you know, when our parents visit? I’d cook for you in the kitchen. And we could have a dining room. Or fill it with a giant flat screen tv and a Play Station and an X Box. We’d finally have a closet big enough for all of our stuff!”

“We’d need a new couch. Get rid of our old ones.” Right now, they had his old one and Miles’ old one sitting side by side. “We could get that big, comfy leather one that we saw. We’d have the space for it.”

“And that bookshelf that you liked so much. For all those dictionaries and thesauruses. And the rhyme books. And the weird French ones.”  

Alex kissed a languid path from Miles’ nape to his jawline. “The ones you make me read to you?”  

“I love when you speak French. Can’t help myself.” Seven months of relationship and Miles still blushed when Alex mentioned something as innocent as that.  

Seven months of relationship and Alex was still falling in love with Miles. Deeper and deeper, every day.  

“Know what we should do?” Miles covered Alex’s arms with his own and rubbed the coldness away. “Make them an offer they can’t refuse!”  

“Out of the blue?”

“Yes!”

“What if they will refuse?”

“Then, at least, we’d know for sure! Let’s make them an offer now.”  

“In the middle of the night?” Alex chuckled. “That would do more harm than good, wouldn’t you say?” He laced his fingers with Miles’. “Tell me more about the house for now.”

Miles’ head rolled back, against Alex’s shoulder. And he sighed deeply. “You’re making me have all those dreams about us in the pretty house.”

“I know,” whispered Alex. “But you dream such beautiful dreams. Tell me just one more. Tell me about the kitchen. How would it look like?”

“Elegant and warm,” spoke Miles, eyes closed, cheek once again pressed to Alex’s. “The big coffee monster would have plenty of room to breathe and not get in your way when you experiment with your sandwiches!”  

“It’s not experimenting,” remarked Alex, pecking Miles’ cheek between words. “I just haven’t found the perfect recipe yet.”

His body vibrated softly as he laughed, wrapped up tight in Alex’s arms. “We’d have one of those fancy kitchen machines. I’d bake cookies for you.”

“Will you wear an apron?”

“With or without anything underneath?”

“What do you think?”

“We wouldn’t be making plans to go out on Christmas. We’d have our families over. And I’d be sharing the kitchen with your mom and mine and we’d have dinner in our dream house. We’d have a massive Christmas tree.”

“Two and a half meters tall at least!”  

“Decorated to the bone!”  

Last year, Alex had spent Christmas miserable and alone, wishing death to every Reindeer and Santa plushy he came across. This year, he couldn’t wait for the day to arrive. He’d gotten an obscene number of gifts for Miles. And he’d gotten matching Christmas pajamas for them. When Miles had seen them, he’d combusted in laughter. Then he’d immediately tried his on. What a difference a year could make. What a difference love could make.  

“We should really hurry then.” Alex pulled a hand from Miles and softly slid it down the side of his body, to his waist, where he rested it. “Those big trees are hard to come by, I’ve heard.”  

Miles smiled softly. “We don’t have enough space for such a big tree, babe.”

“And we should cancel the reservation at the restaurant. I mean, it really wouldn’t be fair to hog the table when they could give it to somebody else.”  

“What are you talking about?” Miles tried to catch Alex’s eyes. “Why would we cancel? We can’t serve dinner here. Where would we seat them all?”

“In the dining room.” Alex pulled the black box from his pocket with one hand, retrieved the key from it and held it up. He finally met Miles’ gaze. “Merry early Christmas.”

Miles’ eyes were clouded with confusion. They were big and round and his mouth was slightly ajar. “You got me a key?”

Pulling his other arm out of Miles’ hold, Alex placed it beneath Miles’ chin and gently turned his face towards the house across the street. “I got us our house.” 

It took a few moments for Miles to react. And when he did, his focus wandered from the house, to Alex, back to the house, then back to Alex.  

Alex, meanwhile, watched amused. Until, at long last, Miles settled his attention on him. “The…you…huh?”

“You.” He placed a sweet kiss on Miles’ stunned lips. “And I.” Another kiss. “Are now the proud owners of the house across the street.” One more kiss. “That is,” said Alex, biting his lips coyly, “if you want that. Do you want that? Will you move into our dream house with me?”

Still nothing. Alex was beginning to wonder if he had overwhelmed him. Until, a second later, a blinding smile broke out on Miles’ face and Alex felt himself swept up into the air.  

“Of course! I want that,” exclaimed Miles jubilantly, spinning them around, again and again. Then he stopped, set Alex down and kissed him so hard that he feared he might never recover. “Is it really our house?”

Alex cupped Miles’ cheeks; rubbed their noses together. “Our house. We have to sign the papers tomorrow. And then we can move in.”

“Tomorrow?”

“The elderly couple moved to South Italy last week.” For once, luck had been on his side and he’d caught sight of the moving truck. They hadn’t intended to sell. They had considered keeping the house as an investment. But Alex had put all of his charm, all of his energy and all of his ‘I’m the perfect son-in-law’ sweatshirts to good use. After two days of relentless sweet-talking, they had told him to contact their lawyer and get things moving.  

And tonight, his lawyer had closed the deal.  

“I don’t know what to say,” confessed Miles.  

“If you got no words to express your state of happiness…” Alex brushed his lips against Miles’. “You can always use your lips instead.”  

A fierce grin spread on Miles’ face. And he dove straight for Alex’s mouth, capturing his lips and not letting go again for a very long time.  

Not, when he walked them into the bedroom, not, when they made love, and not until he fell asleep in Alex’s arms.  

As Alex watched Miles’ body curled up against his own, as he listened to him breathing softly and slumbering peacefully, his mind drifted back to the first night they’d ever shared a bed.  

So many years had passed since then. It had been at a festival. They’d been a little drunk. They shared a hotel room, by accident really. Miles’ hotel room had been full of people who drunkenly crashed there. Alex had suggested he’d bunk with him instead. He hadn’t even intended sharing a bed. They’d fallen into it, truly. Tipsy and laughing.  

Alex had stripped out of his sweater, his shoes, and his jeans first. Miles had followed. Then they’d crawled underneath the blanket. And they had fallen asleep. He still remembered waking up the next morning, finding the bed warmer than usual. He remembered feeling oddly reluctant to leave the bed. The bedsheets had tangled around them and his foot had somehow ended up wedged between the mattress and the covers. He remembered watching Miles for a long while. He had needed a bit longer to wake up and adjust to reality. Then he’d promptly laughed at the sight of him as he’d tried to detangle out of that mess of sheets and covers. Hearing Miles laugh had been so reassuring. It had let him know that they were good. It had let him know that sleeping in one bed would not kill their friendship.  

It had been the beginning.  

But, it had also been the end of waking up together. Because, as Alex had watched Miles sleeping, he’d felt odd things. He’d experienced curious little notions. He’d had funny, new thoughts. None of them had made any sense to him at the time. However, a part of him had understood the general direction of where all of that could lead to. At the time, he hadn’t been ready for that.  

Now, though?  

Alex pulled the sheet further over Miles’ shoulder, to keep him warm. His fingertips danced idly over his skin.  

Now, the thought of not waking up next to him had the tendency to put him in a foul mood. He tried to accept that their lifestyles demanded separation over long periods of time. But he drew the line at anything that exceeded two weeks. More than that, and they’d have to find a way to meet in between.  

Lucky for him, Miles felt exactly the same way.  

To know that there was a person out there who desperately longed to hold you, to kiss you and to love you made you feel better than any words could ever dare to express.  

The feeling of being loved back by the one you loved was indescribable.  

And, phew!, had he tried to describe it! His band still laughed at the sheer number of love songs Alex had written since getting together with Miles.  

He’d written a few songs with Miles as well. But they had officially ended the Shadow Puppets. They’d performed a few songs at the end of last summer, during a festival. A proper goodbye, so to say. They’d performed the song they’d finished together. Miles’ love song to Alex.  

But they had both agreed that they were lovers now. And while the occasional song or performance was forever fun and enjoyable, an album and a tour would do no good. It would take away what came naturally and replace it with something forced.  

But it was okay.  

Alex no longer needed the Puppets to sneak longing glances at Miles. He didn’t need the pretext of a performance to seek proximity.  

If he wanted Miles, in whatever way, all he had to do was go and get him.  

And the same applied to Miles.  

There was no need for abstract lyrics. No need for code and secrecy. The world was aware that they were a couple now. And while it had been quite a media spectacle the first time Miles and Alex had been caught making out in the green room by a camera team before a scheduled interview of Miles, things had calmed down considerably since.  

Now, when Alex sang of love, and Miles did, too, everyone knew who they were singing about.  

And the fans, funnily, enjoyed it a lot more than Alex’s band did. The first time Alex had played a new song to the Monkeys, about a bit of pent up lust, two Monkeys had blushed profusely, and Matt had laughed for an hour straight.  

Miles curled deeper into Alex’s arms, rubbing his eyes and blinking up at him. “You’re staring at me. I can feel it. What’s wrong?”

“Just wondering what I did to deserve all this happiness.”  

Rolling him to his back and sliding up Alex’s body, Miles’ lips pecked his and he smiled warmly. Then he buried his face into Alex’s neck. “You’re the kindest, sweetest, most loving, tender, friendliest, politest, smartest, most talented, sexiest, kinkiest, most giving, most generous, most amusing, most forgiving, cuddliest, warmest,—”

“Alright, alright!” Alex chuckled.  

“I love you, Alex.” Miles kissed his neck again, smiling, giggling. “And I’ll still love you tomorrow. And the day after that. But you have to sleep now. ‘Cause we have to start moving tomorrow and if you fall asleep in the midst of that, I may not love you quite so much by the end of the week.”

“Oh, really?” Alex grinned.

Miles laughed. “Mmh...”  

“Let’s see who will fall asleep in the midst of something…” Spinning them around, Alex trailed lazy, little kisses down Miles’ chest, immediately being rewarded with throaty, happy moans. “Tired yet? Or should I continue?”  

“Continue,” croaked Miles.  

Alex’s lips reached his navel. “More?”

Miles nodded jerkily.  

“Don’t want to tire you out. What if you—”

Alex found himself on his back once again. Miles hovered over him, begging between kisses. “Sex. Now. Please!”  

“Yes, baby!”  

Spoilers for the new story: 

The title: A Trip Into A Dream

Miles and Alex are musicians. Their careers are equal to reality. Only, what if they met and instead of becoming friends, they messed the opportunity up? What if they became bickering sort-of enemies instead? 

Here are some teasers: 

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“How small are you? One sixty?”

Alex began to pulsate with fury. That aggravating air of superiority, which surrounded Miles, was sucking all levelheadedness right out of Alex’s lungs. “One eighty,” he snapped.

“On high heels,” laughed Miles.  

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“At some point,” began Miles, holding Alex’s gaze hostage, “you have to explain to me why you don’t like me. ‘Cause for thirteen years I’ve been trying to figure it out and I just can’t do it.”

“Careful, Kane.” Alex feasted on Miles’ undivided attention as he leaned closer. “Listening to you, one might be tempted to think you actually want me to like you.”  

“Careful, Turner,” replied Miles. “Watching you lean in like this, one might be tempted to think you already do.”

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[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 5: Fear and Loathing in Hawkins

(( Before I begin, I want to say that I found nowhere Billy’s canon birthday, so I’m just using my best friend’s as a reference.

“You did it, babe! You did it! Congrats!” I jumped up and down, hugging Billy as he got 87% for his 5th test and his grades kept getting better and better. “At this rate you’re gonna get an A, not just a B!” I grinned widely, taking his test and putting it in my archives portfolio. “Say, are you tryina steal my scholarship, love~?” I teased with a poor excuse of a smirk. “I did it thanks to your help, Kitten. And thanks to you, we got an A+ at the project, so there’s only the exams to take and we’re settled for life.” he chuckled, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Do you…Do you wanna go back to Cali? It is one of the states we can study in with our scholarship, and the Uni is super close to the beach.” I jumped on the desk, dangling my feet back and forth, imagining how it’d be. “If that gives me an excuse to see you in a bathing suit, then sure thing.” he laughed, sitting down on the chair in front of me and putting his head on my thighs. “So soft…” he muttered, closing his eyes. “I’ve never been to the beach before. Could you teach me how to swim?” I asked, my eyes gleaming with stars imagining the cool water and the hot sand. “Anything for you, babe. It’ll be fun, I assure ya.” he smiled, most likely imagining as well. “Well, there’s only like half a year until we go there. It’s already April 1st and the exams are in June…Have you thought about what you wanted to study?” I asked, playing with his hair soothingly. “Mhh…I was thinking of Engineering…I’m no genius like you, babe, but I ain’t stupid. I think I could handle that.” he muttered, almost as if he didn’t want to think about the future. “That sounds lovely! Engineers are very well paid and nicely seen in society! We’ll be so cool together!” I clapped a bit in excitement, earning a chuckle. “You’re so adorable when you’re happy.” he smiled slight, looking up at me.

Things were looking promising for us and everything seemed like a real life Nirvana…But as usual, the good stuff doesn’t last too long and there’s always something that completely ruins everything and reminds you that life is cruel and maybe you shouldn’t trust anyone…Maybe not even yourself.

—

When I went to put some books in the locker, I notice something shiny, which proved to be Billy’s ‘K’ necklace that I gifted him at Christmas, only, the latch was broken. I wonder how did it get here…? I thought nobody else knew my locker combination. I put in the necklace in my pocket and closed it, making a mental note to change it soon before anything weird happens again and I walk to my next class. On the way there, I see Billy on the bench with two girls on either side of him, shamelessly flirting and he seemed to be enjoying it. Huh…

“Hey…Billy…” I go in front of him, ignoring the glares from the girls. “How are you?” “Pretty damn good, to be fair.” he smirked up at me. “Why you askin’?” “Uhm…I found this in my locker. Thought you might want it back…But the latch is broken.” I explained, showing him the necklace, and yet, he was barely paying any attention. “Oh, yeah, I took it off for Basketball practice today and then forgot where I put it. Can ya repair it for me?” he asked, leaning back on the seat. “Yeah…Sure. See you later.” I muttered, walking away to the class, holding the necklace tightly in my fist, a very dark feeling overflooding my heart.

Just…What the hell is going on…?

This kept repeating more and more with each day, sometimes outright ignoring me, or giving me empty answers, going to stay with his 'friends’ and so on…And I kept asking myself what did I do wrong. I kept trying to call him every night, but he either ignored it, or picked up the phone and then closing the call the next second. And trying to talk to him at highschool seemed to be close to impossible nowadays… But at least Nancy, Jonathan and Steve were okay with me staying with them, and they made me feel slightly better. After all, it was nice to have friends…I guess.

I kept myself busy with studying and I didn’t even realise that I didn’t speak to the kids in quite a long time. It’s just…Everything was making me get in such a Vertigo state that I forgot that I was alive.

It all just felt like a never-ending nightmare from which I found no escape… Until April 12th. Billy’s birthday.

It was a fine Friday and I was going to put his gift in his locker, then give him the necklace I managed to repair. I was looking down, walking down the corridor, holding the neatly wrapped package in one hand, while in the other I gripped the necklace really hard, until I saw a sight that made me wish I wouldn’t have woken up that day.

Billy and Tina were making out like there was no tomorrow, her pressed on his locker.

My face was shocked, but my heart felt stabbed and betrayed more than Caesar with Brutus. I let out a breath of amusement and disbelief, making him realise someone was there, and upon seeing me, he pushed Tina off him and tried walking towards me. I just shook my head in disgust, throwing the package in the nearest trash room and letting the necklace fall to the ground, not realising that I kept gripping it so hard that the sharp edges broke skin and let a few droplets of blood escape.

“Don’t even dare get closer to me. I don’t want to ever see you again. You’re nothing more than a liar, and fuck, your asshole of a father was right about you. Hell, maybe everyone was right about you. You’re just a fucking jerk and a whore with no morals or cares in this world. I regret the day I got to talk to you. I was so wrong to trust someone again…” I gritted my teeth before rushing out of the building, wanting to drive back home already. “Wait! Kitten, wait up! I can explain! It’s not as it looks like!” he tried to yell after me, but I turned around with such a poisonous glare, despite tears already escaping my eyes, that it made him rooted to the spot. “Explain WHAT, Hargrove?! That you cheated on me when you promised you’d never leave me? That you betrayed me, when you promised never to hurt me?! Really? What about 'Respect and Responsibility’? What about 'I’m a man of my words’? Are all of those lies too? Tsk…You’re just a spoiled brat, that’s it! Never speak to me again! And don’t call me Kitten! My name is Katrina Black, a name you will never get to speak again in your life!” I sneered at him, about to leave, but then I remembered the accessory around my neck, which made my roll my eyes in annoyance and go in front of him. “Oh, and one more thing…Give this to your next hook up, so they’ll feel good that you claimed them.” I growled, ripping off the necklace from my neck and hitting his chest with it. “Wait, don’t do that, you’ll get hurt!” he tried to say before seeing me rip the necklace, but it was too late. “Not more than what you did to me.” I said in a low voice before getting on my motorbike and stopping by the nearest market on my way home.“Happy Birthday, fuckass!”

As soon as I got home, I changed in only my AC/DC Tshirt and went to sit on the bathroom floor with the cassette next to me, putting music at max volume and staring at the many bottles of vodka and cigarette packs surrounding me. Well…Here goes nothing…

5 hours later, my head was spinning like crazy, the bathroom was smokier than London’s great smog and I kept screaming the lyrics to the songs that kept playing on repeat, not even realising that anymore, nor that tears kept wetting my face. I was a mess because honestly, I really couldn’t take this betrayal. I hate liars so much…

After I finished the 2nd Vodka bottle, I got up somehow and wanted to get a 3rd, but the phone ringing in my room made me groan in annoyance as I gripped the walls and fell on the bed, picking up the phone.

“Ye…? Who dere?” I slurred out, not even sure what I was saying was coherent or not. “Hey, Kat? Are you alright? I heard what happened today with that jerk and…Well, he went livid. He kept beating up anyone who dared to say anything about you…It was quite the sight.” Nancy’s sweet and worried voice called out, making me sigh. “Ye, ’m fine, j'st super drunk. Fuck tha’ asshole. He ain’t worth shit. F'kin cheat'r.” I managed to blurt out, making Nancy sigh as well. “Do you want me to come over and take care of you? Or I can call Jonathan or Steve if you feel more comfortable with them? I know you and Max were very close, but at this hour, I doubt she’d be able to come over…” she tried to suggest, but I only shook my head, forgetting that she can’t see it. “’S fine, Nance, thanks a lot fo’ worryin’ 'bout me. Appreciate it. I’ll be fine, ’m jus’ super pissed off. T’ll go 'way soon.” I declared, clearing my throat. “Okay, Kat…I hope you know what you’re doing. Please take care of yourself…Sweet dreams.” she told me before she hung up, making me groan as I put back the phone and went to get the vodka bottle and sit back in the bathroom. “Mhh…Wonder how long till I pass out…” I muttered, forcing myself to open the 3rd bottle.

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It was now Monday, and please, nobody ever leave me next to alcohol and cigarettes 'cause I swear to God I’m gonna go crazy. I puked so much that I thought my guts were out and my lungs exploded from the smoke. And the fact that I’m still exhausted like hell was understandable.

Everything went as it usually did, classes and then lunch, where for some reason or another, Billy decided to sit down next to me, making me groan and leave without a word. Of course he followed me to the courtyard, where he just had to stop me and spin me around to look at him.

“First of all, what the hell do you want?! Secondly, who gave you the right to TOUCH me?” I yanked my wrist from his hand and glared at him. “Can we please talk?” he tried to say, but I only tsked in annoyance and looked away. “Why would we? We have nothing to talk about. You fucked up, it’s all on you. I’m leaving.” I shrugged, ready to leave, but he stopped me again. “I…I’m sorry. I fucked up, you’re right. I hurt you, I broke my promises and I did exactly what I promised I wouldn’t do. You didn’t deserve any of that.” he confessed, looking at me. “Funny you should say that…Considering that you’re almost quoting what I said a few days ago…When you were too busy fucking Tina.” I scoffed, giving him a sarcastic smile. “Yes, I know, I fucked up, and I can’t ever ask you to forgive me. I deserved the phone call from two days ago where you cursed me into oblivion-” he started, making my eyes go wide in shock. “I did WHAT?!” I asked in horror, making him look confused at me. “You…Don’t remember that? It lasted for about an hour. You were crying, cursing and insulting me. It really broke my heart…” he muttered, looking away, but my face of horror was still there. “Fuck, I must have been really drunk to remember talking to Nancy, but not calling you to randomly curse you…Great.” I slapped my face in annoyance. “You hate alcohol.” he stated, but I only shrugged. “I hate cigarettes too, but that didn’t stop me from going full auto-destruct mode for 3 days before getting back to normal when I didn’t care about anyone. Bye, Hargrove, I have nothing more to say to you.” I turned to leave, but for the millionth time, I got stopped. “On the phone…You said…You said that you loved me. Did you, really…?” he barely breathed, making me stop dead in my tracks. “What, you thought I’d stay with you out of pity or something? 'Cause I felt lonely by myself? OF COURSE I DID, DUMBASS! Use that stupid brain of yours once in a while and maybe you’ll answer your own questions!” I threw my hands in the air in exasperation. “You…You also said you wanted to beat the hell out of me…So, you deserve to let your anger out on me. Do what will make you feel better.” he said in resignation, looking at the ground with a pitiful look. “I deserve everything and I will take anything. I hurt you…And I really suck.” he said in such a godamn pitiful voice that in made anger boil in me like never before. “What the FUCK do you want?! Do you want my pity? Do you want me to forgive you? THAT’S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN! You just want to fuck, that’s all you want! I was always just another girl on your stupid list, just another name and another challenge! I HATE YOU!” I turned to slap him, but…But just as my hand was about to collide with his face, I stopped and I started shaking and crying. “Fuck’s sake…I can’t do it…” I muttered with a sigh as I gritted my teeth in annoyance. “You can’t hurt me even now, after how much I hurt you…You still love me, and all I did was throw away your love like a spoiled brat…The truth is, I…I realised my feelings for you…I realised how much I care about you, and it was all so foreign and intense that…I got scared. And I tried to make those feelings go away by doing the same things that have been shielding me for all these years.” he explained, holding my hand as he made me touch his face, leaning into my touch. “Shut up…J-Just…Shut up! I don’t want to hear any more excuses! We’re done for, anyway! Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t possible trust you again. You…You just…You can’t even imagine the damage that you’ve done to me.” I shook my head, feeling my heart in pain like never before, making me take back my hand and jog away, having spotted Nancy and Jonathan going in the highschool to their next class. I needed a distraction, and studying/doodling always helped. “Hey, Kat, how are you holding up?” Nancy asked worriedly, hugging me. “I’m fine, all cool. Ready for Physics, I guess.” I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Oh, I remembered. Next weekend there’s gonna be some charity party or something at our highschool and all students are asked to sign up and participate with anything interesting they’ve got. Mostly singing, as far as I know, but it works. Wanna go? I have to go there to take pictures for the event, so I can get you girls really good seats.” Jonathan suggested, making me and Nance look at each other and smiling simultaneously, and clearly agreeing. “Sure, that should be fun, right? I’m looking forward to it.” I smiled at them, feeling quite better, as if I finally belonged somewhere. “Hey, guys, hold up!” a familiar voice called out, making us 3 turn around and spot Steve. “Hey, so, uh…This weekend our basketball team has the 2nd last match and I wanted to ask if you’d come cheer on us. It will help a lot if I were to see some familiar faces…” he chuckled awkwardly. “I don’t know, Steve…With that git, Hargrove there, Kat might feel bad…” Nancy mumbled, looking at me, but I only grinned at them. “Nahh, who cares about him? My friend needs support? Then, Harrington, I will be there to support you. Just…Don’t steal my book again, please.” I winked at him, making the both of us laugh. “Thanks a lot, Kat, I really appreciate it. Jonathan, Nancy? Are you coming?” he asked as he put his arm around my shoulder. “Yeah, sure, man, why not.” Jonathan shrugged and we all agreed and made plans for these two following weekends.

Should be fun, huh?

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“Okay, Steve, so like, how do you want me to cheer? 'KING STEVE!’ or 'GO! GO! HARRINGTON!' ? ” I laughed as I rubbed his shoulders, the anxiety radiating off him. “That’s bloody awful, Kat, what the hell.” he grinned in disbelief, making me laugh at his reaction. “Okay, okay, I’ll just read my book until I see everyone screaming and I will do the same, how does that sound?” I tried to hype him up for the match the best I could. “Just…Just act natural and do what you want, okay?” he rolled his eyes and shook his arms a bit. “I have faith in you, Steve. GO FUCK THEM UP!” we high fived and I jogged on the bleachers, almost missing Billy’s lingering eyes on me and my friendly actions with Steve…Almost, being the key point. “Think they’ll win?” Jonathan asked, making me shrug. “I honestly have no idea what this game is about, but for everyone’s good, I hope they do.” I declared, paying attention to the game as soon as the first whistle blew.

It was a bit difficult properly paying attention and following the game since I honestly had no idea what was going on, but what I noticed was that Billy wasn’t really the same, while Steve was energetic like never before and managed to easily score like 4 times.

The points were tied and our team scored very rarely, which made me mess around a bit with the game, making sure Steve scored every time he threw the ball in the basket, or that the enemy team would randomly trip.

Hey, we won, what a surprise! Time to celebrate!

“KING STEVE! KING STEVE SCORED A GAZILLION TIMES! GO, KING STEVE!” I laughed as I jump-hugged him as a congratulations, but he only shook his head, grinning. “Thanks, Kat. Thanks a lot for the help.” he smirked, looking at me with a mischievous look in his eyes. “What ever could you mean by that, Harrington?” I chuckled, looking away. “I’ve been around you, El and a bunch of monsters enough to know when the ball moves anti-Physics law.” he laughed, ruffling my hair. “Jerk, not my hair! And come on, you played really well! What I did was just a bonus!” I tried to fix my hair a bit. “Hey, seeing the enemy team fall like idiots made my confidence boost like never before. I’d have laughed like an idiot if we weren’t mid-game. Come on, I’ll treat you to ice cream.” he proposed. “Oh, I won’t refuse free ice-cream! Go take a shower and I’ll take Jonathan and Nancy to the car, okay?” I asked, earning a nod. “Nancy! Steve is getting us free ice-cream! Let’s go!” I waved the two over, completely ignoring Billy coming over and looking crestfallen. “Did you just call him King Steve?” Billy’s soft voice asked from behind, making me turn at him with a bored look. “Yeah, I did, 'cause he won the game.” I shrugged, waiting for Nancy and Jonathan to come over. “Do you like him?” he asked again, his voice barely audible, somehow heartbroken. “No, we’re just friends…Not that it should concern you in any way. You see…He’s not a fuckass like you…Well, not anymore, that is. Bye now, free ice cream is waiting me and my friends.” I smiled fakely at him before hooking my arm to Nancy’s and going towards Steve’s car, where I got so much ice cream that I thought my brain would freeze, making the other 3 laugh at me.

We had such a nice time together, celebrating Hawkins’ victory and not having any worry in our heads… Except, maybe, the fact that Billy’s broken voice kept echoing in my head, making my heart cry…Stupidly weak heart…

It’s been already about 3 weeks without letting Billy talk to me more than necessary and I hate to admit to myself that it just keeps hurting more and more seeing him going down the way of self-destruction like never before. But tonight I was supposed to have fun with my 3 friends, right? Watch random students pretend they have talent and everyone to make fun of them 'cause they can’t sing, dance, or do anything really.

One guy completely butchered one of Michael Jackson’s dances, a girl hit all the wrong keys while playing a Beethoven piece another guy sounded strangled while attempting to sing “Stayin’ Alive” by Bee Gees… Okay, I mean, some of them were actually pretty good, I won’t deny, but I and Steve loved to make fun of the fails…It was just TOO hilarious!

It was all nice and giggles, until a very familiar instrumental started playing in the background, making me gasp in shock. “No…Way…” I barely managed to breathe out before snapping my head in the direction of the stage…

And there he was.

Billy Hargrove stood on the stage, holding the microphone with both hands, looking down, before up to scan the audience, before somehow managing to spot me, and we connected, neither of us daring to break the eye contact.

And he began to sing, in a soft voice like never before, earning hundreds of cheers and screams of excitement and adoration.

But I knew better than anyone else what this meant.

He wasn’t here for charity, or to impress anyone with his singing skills…

He was here to apologise.

He was here to try to reach my heart just like he used to before, and try to win me over again.

Time, it needs time to win back your love again I will be there, I will be there

His voice was sweet and warm yet sorrowful, like that of an angel, and I could feel dry sobs threatening to escape. “Kat, are you okay? What happened?” Steve asked, concerned at my sudden change of behaviour, but I wasn’t sure I could trust my voice much. “He…He’s…Apologising…And saying that he loves me…” I managed to choke out before covering my mouth, trying to control myself.

Love, only love can bring back your love someday I will be there, I will be there

He didn’t break eye contact even for a split of second, and I didn’t even realise tears were already going down my face until Nancy pulled me into her arms and offered me her napkin.

Fight, babe, I’ll fight to win back your love again I will be there, I will be there

“Go closer, it’s going to be okay. It will be okay, Kat.” Nancy reassured me, patting my head, but I was a bit scared that my legs would fail me from the intense emotions bursting in my heart.

Love, only love can bring down the wall someday I will be there, I will be there

Clutching my heart, I took a sharp breath and stood, holding the banister with dear life, afraid that I might collapse, as he started smiling, seeing me approach.

If we go again all the way from the start I would try to change the things that killed our love Your pride has built a wall, so strong that I can’t get through Is there really no chance to start once again?

I’m loving you

I quickly managed to climb down the stairs and started walking towards the stage, and as soon as those last words were so lovingly dragged out, I started crying, hugging myself as my heart was completely weak for him and him alone, and he extended his arm out toward me slightly, proving once again that he was trying to reach out me and my heart.

Try, baby, try to trust in my love again I will be there, I will be there

I started smiling and looking at him with such adoration on my face that it seemed to give him some sort of confidence as well to keep on going.

Love, our love just shouldn’t be thrown away I will be there, I will be there

I couldn’t contain myself and I started mouthing the lyrics to the song along with him, which made him put his hand to where his heart would be, in a way to match my action.

If we’d go again, all the way from the start I would try to change the things that killed our love Your pride has built a wall, so strong that I can’t get through Is there really no chance to start once again?

I nodded at him with a soft grin on my face, telling him that yes, I forgive him, and that I could feel he was being genuine with each word he’d sing and each emotion he’d express so openly.

If we’d go again, all the way from the start I would try to change the things that killed our love Yes, I’ve hurt your pride, and I know what you’ve been through You should give me a chance, this can’t be the end

By this time, I wasn’t sure if I just wanted him to stop singing so I’d be able to hold him close to me, or if I wanted him to keep singing because oh god, it did so many things to my heart that I couldn’t believe it was me who felt all these things.

I’m still loving you I’m still loving you I’m still loving you I need your love I’m still loving you

Still loving you, baby

He kept singing, so much force and emotion in his voice, that I started wiping the tears from my eyes as I kept repeating the same lyrics with him, confessing our undying love for each other over and over again.

Still loving you I need your love Still loving you I need your love, oh Still loving you I need your love, oh I need your love I need your love…

The song ended soon, making everyone stand up and cheer wildly, but he only had one thing in mind- He did a fast bow before walking down the stage and throwing his arms around me and holding me close to his chest, as tight as he could without leaving me breathless.

“I love you so much, Kat. I’m so sorry for letting trauma get the best of me. I was weak, I was a shithead and I hurt you. I was scared. I didn’t even realise that I turned back to my back habits until I saw you again…When I got the courage to actually look AT you, not THROUGH you. I don’t know what I was so scared about…What I still am so scared about…Maybe I am afraid that I will turn into my father and I will drive you away, like it made my mum leave me…I’ve been so afraid of fucking up…That I did without realising…I’m sorry, Kat, I really am. And I love you with all my heart.” he confessed, letting only one stray tear fall down his cheek, his eyes red from trying not to let his emotions get the best of him in front of the whole highschool. “I love you, Billy. I forgive you…And…Call me Kitten. I’m not leaving you.” I smiled softly, wiping away that tear before kissing him gently, before pulling away, earning a happy, almost choked out laugh from him. “I really don’t deserve someone like you…” he shook his head, but I paid that no mind, and instead, I trailed my fingers down his face, down his neck and to his chest, touching the 'K’ necklace that shined so beautifully. “I thought you’d throw it away.” I managed to say barely above a whisper. “No…Truth it, I started hyperventilating that day in the locker room, alone, thinking about everything going on, and I was suffocating. I tried to take it off carefully…But that didn’t work very well. I’m sorry I lied…I was embarrassed to tell you the truth.” he admitted, biting his lip. “It’s okay…I forgive you. I wasn’t expecting you to do what you did today…I…I never realised I could feel so many things at once…I thought I was gonna faint or something…It’s…It’s so weird…But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I appreciate the effort and sentiment you put in everything…Even if it took you quite a long while.” I let out an amused breath, making him take out something from his pocket…The 'B’ necklace. “Do you…Do you want it back…? I fixed the latch.” he asked softly, putting it on as soon as I put my hair on the side. “It’s funny, don’t you think? We keep breaking things, but we repair them for each other. We’re a bunch of idiots.” I laughed, making him put his forehead to mind. “Maybe from now on we’ll only fix each other and nothing bad will happen. I know I promised before, but this time, I am a new man and I am not afraid to brave any storm, if I have you by my side. Will you have me back…Kitten?” he smiled at me, making me roll my eyes. “I just said I will, silly! It will be as if none of these bad things happened. And we will be happy. We…We ARE happy.” I grinned, but he shook his head. “No…I hurt you, you shouldn’t forget that. It was my fault. Instead, I will make sure none of that ever happens again and I will focus solely on your happiness…Because Kat, if you are happy, I am happy, and that’s all I need from life. I love you.” he confessed once again, making me bury my face into his chest and hug him tightly. “Billy…Y-You’re doing that thing wh-where you’re stirring t-too many emotions i-in my heart a-and I can’t take it. C-Can you, like, s-slow down? I-I-I’m feeling faint.” I stutter out, hiding my face in his shirt, making him chuckle in amusement and kiss my head. “Oh, baby, you have no idea what YOU do to me every time you’re being so cute and adorable…And only I can make you so flustered. It’s doing lots of things to me and you’ve no idea.” he smirked lightly, but before he could say another thing, he started groaning in annoyance. “Who the fuck thought singing this stupid song was a good idea? Fuck The Police and this song.” he grumbled, making me laugh at his reaction. “Hey, Billy…I’m SO not kissing you on this song!” I grinned in amusement, barely managing to stifle my giggles, both of us having the throwback from the Snow Ball where everyone kept kissing on The Police’s “Every Breath You Take.” “Got me there, babe. And as if the song wasn’t stupid enough, his voice makes it even worse…” he pouted, resting his chin on the top of my head. “I had no idea that was possible…Until now.” I declared, holding him close to me and swinging back and forth to the soft and somehow broken rhythm of the music.

—-

“Billy! Hey, Billy! I’ve got news!” I ran to him, panting, out of breath since I had 0 physical endurance. “Huh? What happened?” he straightened out on the bench, not paying any attention to his stupid buddies anymore. “The exam results JUST appeared! And…Well, hope you don’t mind, but I peeked a tiiiiiny bit at yours before I even looked at mine and…Haha, don’t be mad!” I grinned sheepishly, making him roll his eyes and let out an amused breath. “Okay, Lady Scholarship, I’m sure you got all the good grades and snatched away the Studies Scholarship, right? How much did you get at Biology? 100%? ” he asked with a knowing smirk, making me blush at the confidence he had in me and look down, nodding, the grin on my face never faltering for a second. “That’s my Kitten! See, I told ya! You really need to trust yourself more, you’re a smart babe!” he got up to hug me tightly and kiss me on the lips with much passion. “Okay, okay, enough of this! Now, sit down and let me tell you about your results, okay?” I made him sit down again, trying to look as passive as possible. “Fine, babe, shoot.” he kept bouncing his leg up and down, trying to relax himself, but to no avail. “So, uhm…You got all the good grades…But uhm…At Biology, you didn’t get a B…” I trailed off, making his face fall into complete horror, before realising the smirk on my face that I couldn’t stop. “You got an A, babe. You got 97%! The Scholarship is yours!” This made him and everyone around his jump on their feet and roar in happiness, clapping and cheering for 'King Billy’, he bent down to my level and kissed me with so much passion that I thought my face would be worse than a tomato and that my heart would leap out of my heart from embarrassment, shock and all other emotions at a time. “WE’RE GOING TO CALI, BABY! WHOOOOO!!” he screamed as loud as he could to the sky, feeling like nothing else could go better for him in life. “Yessss! It’s gonna be so cool!! We did it, Billy! We really did it!!” I cheered with him, making him pick me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. “We’re gonna move in together, and it’s gonna be just us and nobody else to pressure or fuck with us. I’m so not letting you go, babe. The things you do to me, Kitten, you’ll never understand.” he smirked as he whispered that against my lips before shamelessly making out with me in front of everyone which made me blush like I was gonna die in the next second, but, well…They’re not gonna see us ever again so…So I just put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me and smiling into the kissing. “You’re gonna be the death of me some day, honey.” I said in between kisses, softly and playfully biting his bottom lip, making him smirk widely. “Oh, Kitten, you naughty girl, you’re doing things to me and you are fully aware of that. You’re so lucky I love you.” he confessed before capturing my lips again, with just as much fire as before. “Oh, yeah, I really am lucky~.” I giggled softly, trying to tune out any new person passing by.

—-

“So, uhm…First of all, I wanted to thank all my teachers for being incredible moral, emotional and intellectual supports for me all these years of highschool…I want to thank my friends, Nancy, Jonathan and Steve, for being there for me when I needed them the most…I want to thank a bunch of 13 year olds for accepting me as their Party Nerd Leader…I want to thank my boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, who loves me so much and whom I love endlessly…” I trailed off a bit, looking at Billy, who already did his diploma acceptance speech, as a Scholarship winner, and I smirked widely. “And also, I want to thank all of you for being a bunch of dumbasses and for letting me steal your Scholarship and Loverboy so easily from right in front of you! You suck, guys! Toodles! See you in Cali!” I laughed, taking the diploma from the hands of Mrs. Green and I ran off the stage, jump-hugging Billy and kissing him deeply. “Now, babe, THAT is what I call a real badass speech. I’m so proud of you for showing them who’s the real Queen here.”  he smiled proudly at me, kissing my forehead. “WE’RE GOING TO CALI, BABY!” I couldn’t stop radiating with glee, just like a sunshine, and before ending the Graduation ceremony, we all threw our caps into the air and cheered that highschool is finally over.

And the best thing?

Well…

HARRINGTON IS TREATING US TO ICE-CREAM AGAIN!

Success~!

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[mf-despair-queen]

Wet Dreams - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 9,680

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Unprotected Sex, Oral (female receiving), Bondage, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Choking, Doggy, Wet Dreams (literally), Dirty Talk, Cowgirl, Rough Sex, Side Sex

Song: Dance For You by Beyonce

Notes: :) Thanks to @savage-stilinski​ and @malia--stilinski​ for suffering with me while I wrote. Partially the result of my talks with Julia and this ask from nonnie:  “Could you do a mitch imagine, where you’re moaning his name in your sleep, so he starts eating you out while you’re asleep, and when you cum you wake up and you hve rough sex.” I promise, it’s consensual.

“You’re home!”

Your body flew across the room into the entrance of your small home, arms latching around the dark-haired man’s neck, his feet stumbling under him with the new weight. His bag dropped from his hand, both muscled arms wrapped securely around your waist. Your head snuggled into his neck, uncaring for the fact that the door remained wide open behind him, rain pouring against the street in the late hour, while you only wore a thin, nearly see-through silk nightgown that ended just below your ass.

“You’re home,” you cooed again, hearing the man chuckle lowly.

“I’m home, baby,” he hummed thoughtfully, inching further into the house, kicking the door shut with a simple kick of the foot. His lips brushed your forehead, placing a firm kiss to it after a moment. “But, why are you awake? It’s late, baby.”

“It’s never too late when you are coming home finally, Mitch,” you whispered into his neck, goosebumps running along his arms. He smiled faintly at your words, a rare occurrence people saw aside from you. You were his pride and joy after all and only you could make him feel this way. His arms around you tightened, swaying you from side to side.

“It’s midnight, though, baby,” he told you, your head upturning to look at him. “You should be asleep. It’s not healthy for you to stay up this late.”

“But I needed to see you,” you told him, feeling your feet hit the floor. Your arms loosened from his neck, hands gently cupping his cheeks instead. His stubble had grown out in the weeks he was gone, the hairs lining his jawline prickling at your fingertips. Your thumbs traced his hidden moles, knowing the exact location of each one from years of admiring them. They brushed over his plump lips, his tongue darting out to wet them immediately after. “I wanted to see you. It’s been too long.”

“How long?” he questioned, knowing how you would answer.

“Three weeks, five days, seventeen hours, four minutes, and roughly eighteen seconds,” you told him. Mitch quirked an amused smile, letting out a small but deep laugh. “What? You asked!”

“I just love your exactness on this matter,” he hummed, taking your face in his hands, mirroring your actions. “You literally countdown the days until I come home from work.”

“Right. ‘Work’,” you giggled. “How did the business deal go down?”

Mitch shook his head, picking up on the sarcasm. You were well aware of his true occupation, but you didn’t care. It didn’t matter that he would leave home for weeks, sometimes months, on end, risking his life to those that threatened others. You were proud of him and supported him, wishing him the best everytime he walked out the door, potentially never to be seen again. It was one of the things that made Mitch Rapp fall deeply in love with you, two years after his fiance was killed.

That was three years ago.

His lips brushed yours in a soft kiss, his smile never leaving his lips. “Just fine,” he mumbled against them, your small moan so faint, it was almost gone unnoticed. “They won’t be a threat to the business ever again. We bought them out.”

You giggled. That was his code that the target was terminated and his mission was a success. “I’m glad. Hurley must have been proud of you.”

Mitch scoff, shaking his head. “Hurley? Proud? Have you met the man?” Mitch asked. “He was up my ass before we even got there.”

“He just likes to keep you in line, Mitch,” you said. “You weren’t the most obedient back in the day from what I’ve heard.”

“That was years ago,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “My life is in line now.”

“I know.” You took his hands in your, his finger playing with the diamond ring on your left hand. Your own fingers traced over the gold band on his hand, smiling up at him. “Now, we should celebrate a successful buyout. To welcome you home from a long trip.”

“Is that so?” he hummed, preparing to place his lips on yours. “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, you know,” you muttered at him, tongue running across his lips. “You throwing me on the bed, eating me out before you take me in every position known to man. You pounding my pussy into oblivion until I can’t stop screaming your name. Anything and everything to make up for the honeymoon you missed.”

He bit his lip, forehead wrinkling in distaste. “You know I wouldn’t have missed it if I had a choice. I would have taken you away to wherever you wanted if I could have,” he told you. “At least we got a day of sex before I had to leave.”

“It’s not the same,” you told him. “I wanted a week of fucking, not just a day. For almost a month, I haven't been able to probably make love to my husband. I want to fix that.”

Shortly before his newest mission, you had made the split decision to tie the knot. It had been something you had been discussing on and off for a year, but when Mitch found out he was to spend nearly a month overseas, he wanted to make it officially. Two days before he was to leave, you gathered the people closest to you - namely your sister, since she was your only remaining family, and the people Mitch worked with in the CIA. Even though he speaks ill of his superiors, they were the family he hadn’t had in decades. Irene was like an older sister, if not a motherly figure that supported his every move. And Stan Hurley, despite his gruff exterior and ruthless worth ethic towards the young man, was a mentor and father-figure to Mitch. He encouraged Mitch’s sudden action, though warned him that things could go horribly wrong at any second.

Mitch didn’t care. He swore to protect you as he always did.

The day before his mission was your makeshift honeymoon, the two of you sealing the doors and windows, phones off to avoid disturbances, while you spent the entire day naked under the sheets and in every room of your small house. You were going to make every second count with him, screaming his name until you had no voice left. Mitch went into work the next day with scratches and bruises covering his body, but it was his fuel to return home as soon as possible to properly spend time with you.

“I think we can definitely fix that,” he breathed, chest heaving with heavy pants. His jeans strained around his waist, fingers itching to run across your skin, electricity flowing between your bodies. His lips pressed to your sharply, enveloping yours completely before pulling away with a slick smack, leaving you whining for more. His kisses were nothing but taunting, the feeling lingering whenever he pushed against you.

You were pulling at his shirt before he could protest, pulling it over his head swiftly. The fabric landed on a nearby lamp when you tossed it away, ignoring the lack of light filling the room. Your fingers dusted over his pecs, playing with the hairs on his chest. Your bodies rolled against each other, teasing kisses swapped between you both. His muscles bulged and flexed from your touch, tightening with his desire.

He went to grab the end of your nightgown, lips pressing to yours in a soft kiss, only to be broken by your yawn. Your head turned away from his to avoid yawning in his face. Mitch chuckled softly, his whiskey eyes softening at the tired look on your face. One hand left his chest to cover your mouth, a small squeak escaping your throat mid-yawn. Instead of pulling your nightgown over your head, he pushed it up on your waist, resting his hands against your bare hips.

“Maybe we should save the celebration for tomorrow,” he proposed. Your shook your head at him fiercely.

“No, I’m fine, Mitch. I want to-” you yawned mid-sentence. “I want to do this.”

“No,” he whispered, eying your face closely. His fingers outlined the dark bags under your eyes. “You haven’t been sleeping much, have you? You look exhausted.”

“It’s hard to sleep without you here,” you told him.

“Exactly. That’s why,” he started, throwing you over his shoulder, hand resting on your ass while the other locked the door, grabbing his bag from the ground, “we are going to bed. Right now. It’s after midnight and I, for one, am rather tired. Do you know how long of a flight it is from London to Virginia?”

“Approximately eight hours and three minutes, assuming good weather, favorable wind, a straight, non-stop flight-”

Mitch silenced you with a soft kiss, your boyd melting on his shoulder. “I love you and your knack for useless information like this,” he hummed. “Why aren’t you working with the CIA again?”

“Because you won’t let me, even if I’m just your control admin and work remotely from home,” you pointed out, poking his six pack abs. “You know, I could hack circles around anyone you’re trying to kill, babe.”

“I know. You hacked me,” he laughed, dropping you on the bed. “That’s how we met, baby. You know this.”

“I know,” you giggled sleepily, hugging a pillow to your chest, the tops of your breasts peeking out of your nightgown. “Best decision of my life.”

“And it almost cost you your life,” he reminded you, unbuttoning his jeans, kicking the denim off his legs into the hamper in the corner of the room. You watched him through half-lidded eyes, admiring his toned body from the comfort of your bed. His back faced you, muscles tight as he lifted his arms and stretched, the tent in his Calvin Kleins showing the package he kept selfishly hidden from your view. His hand ran through his hair, eyes darting to look at you. “I snuck into your apartment and held a knife to your throat.”

“I just wanted the WiFi password. Why did you have to make it so complicated?” you grumbled, half asleep.

Mitch rolled his eyes, fixing you under the blanket before settling into his normal spot behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you back against his chest. His nose nuzzled into your knotted locks, his groin grinding against your ass. You let out a weak moan, your voice laced with drowsiness. “I know,” he whispered into your hair. “But, at least you got your WiFi, baby.”

“I think I got more than that,” you whispered back, letting out a groan. “Now, stop what you’re doing. I can’t fuck right now.”

“You were so eager to five minutes ago.”

“That was five minutes ago. You missed your chance.” You shoved your ass back against him regardless, hearing Mitch let out a grunting moan. His hips rolled harder against your backside, his hand moving up to your breast to grip it through your sleepwear. His rolled the mound in his palm, massaging the hard nipple through the silk. You moaned his name lowly in reply. “Mitch, please. Not right now. Sleep.”

“Alright,” he murmured, pushing himself up on one elbow, kissing your cheek. Pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he admired your dozing face, holding you close. “It’s good to be home.”

“I agree,” you slurred, taking his hand. “Welcome home, Mitch.”

The assassin watched you fall asleep completely before settling into the bed completely. Sleep washed over him in a matter of minutes, his body fully relaxing into his first peaceful sleep in weeks.

He walked into the bedroom, messing with the buttons on the fancy, button up shirt he wore. His tie dangled from his other hand, not forgotten at all. His hair curled at the ends but looked just right in the fading rays of light that soaked through the open balcony window. The ocean lapped over the beach, the salty ocean air wafting into the room. But Mitch wasn’t focused on the sunset over the ocean or the soft breeze that billowed around him. His eyes were focused on you.

You were laying on the California King that rested in the middle of the room, the transparent blue lingerie set you wore not hiding your immediate arousal. The lace, floral pattern didn’t hide your erect nipples. Your legs were spread and propped up for him to have the perfect shot of your soaked core. Your fingers traced over the wet patch that had formed, pushing aside the material to dip a finger into yourself. Your free hand palmed your own breast, the taut nipple held between your fingers.

“What are you waiting for?” You asked him seductively, mewling his name. His ears twitched at the sound, the assassin shuffling between the balls of his feet. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”

“You bet,” he breathed, crawling over your body. The shirt dangled open in front of you, his fingers replacing yours inside your core. You moved to his push his shirt off his shoulders, your lips meeting in a passionate connection. Tongues battled for dominance between your cheeks, his easily winning in the fight for pleasure. His fingers thrust into you quickly, the squishing sound of his fingers entering your soaked core flitting around the room. Your hands moved to tangle in his hair, tugging at his roots to keep him flush against you.

He pulled from your lips, physically ripping the front of the bra you wore, letting your breasts fall free. You moaned loudly, his mouth meeting your chest in a flurry of harsh sucks and kisses. His mouth ravished your firm peak, tugging at it with his teeth and lips until it was swollen and red. His fingers never slowed inside you, spreading your pussy open when he pulled out, coming together when he pushed back in. Your moaned never ceased, back arching into him.

“Oh God, Mitch. Please. Fuck me!”

He grinned against your chest, pulling from it with a sickening loud pop. He grabbed the tie that was resting on his side, tying your hands together together around the metal headboard. You didn’t protest nor did you struggle. You allowed him to do what he wanted. Lustful eyes followed him as he crawled backwards, fingers leaving your pussy empty. His fingers tugging tauntingly slow at the lingerie bottoms, running his tongue through your folds when he got a chance. When they were fully off and discarded across the room, the assassin leant back on his knees, unbuttoning the slacks he had on.

“That’s right, Mitch. Take them off, baby,” you muttered aloud, eying him closely. Mitch smirked, rolling off the bed to drop the slacks to his feet, boxer briefs included. His cock stood at attention, long, hard and ready for action. The precum oozed from the bright red tip. His length twitched openly and looked as if it were pulsating with desire. He stroked it slowly,  glancing between his erection and your face, studying your reaction.

“Is this what you want, princess?” he huskily stated, crawling back onto the bed. He rolled his hips against yours, cock sliding easily through your folds and prodding at your core. You mewled once, nodding your head quickly. Mitch wasn’t having that simple reaction though. “Words, baby. What do you want.”

“Fuck me, daddy. I’m all yours,” you told him. You pushed him off of you with your foot, flipping yourself onto your stomach. Your arms crossed over each other and your ass stuck up in the air, swinging from side to side with anticipation. “I need you. Fuck me, daddy, until I’m squirting and cumming all night long.”

He didn’t reply.

His cock slid into you from behind, eagerly pistoning himself into you. Your head flew backwards, hair flying all over the place with little remorse. His hips clapped against your ass, his hand colliding with it noisily. Your moans and screams filled the room, shoving yourself back against him to meet his powerful, relentless thrusts. Your hands gripped at his tie, not bothering to shield the noises you were making.

“That’s right, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! And fast!” You screamed at him, Mitch speeding up. The tip of his cock tapped at your cervix and g-spot, his hand connecting with your ass with a booming slap. He tugged at your hair slightly, thrusting himself into you ravenously. “Fuck! Yes! Just like that!”

“You like that, princess?” he rasped out, slapping your ass again. “You like when I spank you?”

“Fuck yes!” You screamed at him. “Spank me, daddy. I’ve been a bad girl. Punish me. Fuck me until I cum.”

Your walls clung around him, Mitch heaving for air. Your words made his cock twitch. He was straining to keep from cumming too early from the warmth and moisture you were emitting. But he complied with your wished, spanking you again and again until your ass was red with multiple handprints, jiggling in different directions when he slapped it. He pounded you fiercely, listening to your vulgar pleas to please you.

“More, daddy. More, more, more. Please. Pound my cunt like you always do. It’s all yours. Pound my cunt until it’s cumming all around you.”

“Shit,” he mumbled to himself, squeezing his eyes shut to concentrate. His hand released your hair, circling your body to rub circles at your clit instead. Your body began shaking violently, the hugging around his length growing harder. You stammered out multiple curses, alternating between ‘fuck’ and ‘Mitch’ more than once. You grew wetter around him, multiple orgasms simultaneously washing over your system.

“Mitch!” You screamed. “Yes! Daddy! I love you! Fuck me, daddy! Cum inside me. Fill me with all of your cum. Warm me with your seed! I want to feel your sperm spill into me, leaking out of my pussy after you pull out because there’s so much of you inside me. I will run my fingers through my filled cunt, feeling every drop you let out inside me.”

“Fuck,” he growled, leaning forward in the middle of his thrusts. “I’m cumming, baby. I-I can’t-”

“Let it go, Mitch,” you told him seductively. “Cum inside me. It’s our honeymoon. You can cum in me all you want. I want to feel you.” You glanced back at him, eyes dark and lustful. “Cum in me, Mitch Rapp. I need you to cum.”

The words echoed with his release, a loud grunt vibrating his throat. His seed spilled from his tip like a shotgun, ejecting itself deep into your womb. His cock sputtered, filling every bit of your body with his warm seed. You moaned at the feeling he gave you, Mitch not hearing anything you uttered. His ears were ringing with the intense orgasm, the powerful hug of your pussy around his thick cock keeping him trapped in a web of arousal, the alluring feeling making his vision spot.

Cum…

Cum…

CUM…

Mitch stirred from his sleep, blurry eyes taking a moment to focus on the time on the side table. 3:12 AM. He groaned, shifting in his position, rolling onto his back. He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the already messy locks. You were sound asleep at his side, curled up in a small ball, hugging his normal pillow. “The fuck did I just dream about?” he grumbled lowly, not wanting to wake you up. He shuffled slightly in his spot, one hand moving to palm his groin.

His cock was hard, but it was wet.

His face contorted in disgust, kicking the blanket off. “I fucking came in my sleep,” he breathed, stumbling to a nearby drawer. “I had a wet dream about my wife. Specifically our honeymoon we never had.” He glanced at your sleeping form before dipping into the bathroom. He made sure to shut the door before turning on the light. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the brightness, multiple blinks to keep from going blind.

He grabbed a towelette from under the sink, dropping the Calvin Kleins he had worn to bed. He grimaced at the cum that was pasted along his length and on the inside of his underwear, wetting the towel to wash himself. He grumbled lowly, his cock sensitive to the touch, the white liquid caked to his skin.

“How the hell did this happen?” he asked himself, scratching his stubbled chin. Once he was clean, he tossed the wet cloth aside, staring at himself through the mirror. “That has never happened before. Holy shit. That dream was so nice though. It felt so real.” He turned to look at the ruined underwear, biting his lip. “And I came harder than ever I think. Dammit.”

He slid on the new boxer briefs, adjusting the bad as he stared at his reflection longer, arching forward against the sink. Splashing some water over his face, he sighed, letting the drops fall into the sink. He straight straight into the porcelain, licking his lips. “God, what do I even do now? Can I go back to sleep after that? Do I tell her what happened?”

He heard rustling in the bedroom, his sigh prolonged. He figured you had awoken without him there and would come knocking at the door any second. He wiped the remaining bits of water from his face, using a spare towel from the towel rack to dry it completely before cracking the door open, peering into the room with a glint in his eye. His brow scrunched together when he spotted you still in the bed, but you were stirring restless amongst the sheets. The assassin noted how you had rolled onto your back, his pillow left to fall to the floor forgotten, with the blankets low on your hips and tangled around your feet. One arm draped over your stomach, just below your breasts, while the other was strung above your head on the pillow and through your messy hair. You were still asleep. Mitch was thankful.

He cringed when the door creaked open, the man clicking the light off before it could wake you. He shuffled forward slowly, is eyes trying to readjust to the darkness after having focused on the bathroom light around him. He cursed to himself when he kicked his bag and other objects that were littering the bedroom carpet, Mitch biting the inside of his cheek to keep from making an overwhelming amount of noise. The room was silent and the slightest noise could stir you from your well deserved rest.

His hand met the end of the mattress, using the edge to inch around to his side, one knee on the bed to climb in. Before he could climb back into the bed, however, he froze, ears twitching. A small noise filled the room, Mitch’s eyes roaming the darkness for the source. The same noise came a second later, the assassin’s senses kicking into gear. The hand he had on the mattress moved for his bedside table, tugging open the drawer for his spare gun. His pupils dilated, the room becoming more visible to him.

The door was shut, the window was closed. The closet sat wide open the way it always did, clothes dangling from hangers. The bathroom he was just was vacant with the door ajar, the soft drips from the faucet barely audible to his trained ear. There was no sign of movement anywhere in the room, the lack of outside presence disturbing him.

Did I imagine the sound? He asked himself, taking the gun with him as he searched the room. He pushed aside the clothes in the closet to make sure nowhere was there. He checked the window latches. He poked his head out the bedroom door to see if there was movement around the rest of the house. He even checked the bathroom, just to be safe.

“The fuck?” he mumbled, closing the door with a silent click, running his long digits through his hair. He dropped the gun back into his drawer, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Am I just imagining things now? Maybe this mission got the better of me for once and I’m just super on edge now.”

The quiet noise sounded behind him once more, Mitch whipping around. He glanced around, no sign of anything except for your body. He looked down at you, licking his lips. When you didn’t stir, he grunted, shaking his head. He laid back in the bed, massaging from his chiseled jawline to his temples lightly, trying to relax. He was sure he was imagining it.

“Mitch~.”

He shot up, turning to you, Your mouth parted slightly, Mitch recognizing the way your legs were rubbing together slightly under the blanket. Yet, your eyes remained glued, an air of drowsiness and sleep emanating from you. He watched you closely, noticing your body squirm slightly, fingers twitching slightly from whatever dream you were having.

“Baby?” he asked quietly, unsure if he would wake you. “You awake?”

“Mmm, Mitch,” you let out, slightly louder than before. He licked his lips slowly, listening closely. “More, please.”

“More?” he asked.

“Please,” you quietly pleaded in your sleep, head turning to face the opposite fall, your legs squeezing together. “More.”

His heart hammered against his chest, his body warming up. The more your squirmed in your sleep, turning from side to side with multiple low moans and pleas, the lower the blanket fell. You were kicking it off without knowing it. Mitch watched this happen, his eyes scanning your form from head to toe. Your breasts threatened to spill from the nightgown, the lack of bra underneath obvious. Your nipples were erect from the late-night chill in the room. The man you loved got a full view of your side breast, some angles from your squirming giving him views of cleavage and bare skin. The bottom of your nightgown rode up, the pale pink lace cheeksters you wore hugging your curves perfectly. Mitch wanted to reach over to play with the small bow in the middle of the band, a lace flower design stringing from either side of it. He smiled at them; they were his favorite and you knew it. But his smile dropped slightly when he felt his cock twitch, growing hard once more.

He recalled the dream he had, flashes of what happened behind his eyelids when he closed his whiskey orbs. Your low moans made it hard to relax, his body tensing with the hardening erection. His legs parted slightly, palm running over the clothed tent, his shaft growing by the second.

“Mitch,” you whined, the hand that was on your stomach sliding down your body until it was tucked between your legs. His breath hitched, the assassin suddenly finding it hard to breath. He watched your fingers skim your panties before falling limp, your moans continuing. “Please. I need you.”

Mitch struggled with what to do. His mouth watered, body burning with want. He contemplated fulfilling your pleas. It wouldn’t be the first time he pleased you while you slept, his face buried between your legs eating you out until you woke up, begging him to fuck you the rest of the night. Hell, you had done it to him multiple times. He would wake up with your mouth around his cock, bobbing quickly until he was cumming down your throat. He even woke up once when you slid down onto him, his cock buried deep in your pussy while you rode him. You both loved it when the other awoke you to such a pleasure, the eroticism filling the air with an equal amount of love.

He quickly shook his head, scolding himself. “She needs to sleep. I shouldn’t wake her for my selfish wants,” he told himself. He glanced at you, your back arching uncomfortably. He pulled the blankets further up against your body, sliding off the bed long enough to grab his pillow from the floor.

Your hand shot out in your sleep, grabbing his wrist and making his stop what he was doing. “Mitch,” you whined. “I’m so wet for you. Please.” Your hand dropped his wrist, turning in the bed. “I missed you so much. Please, make me cum like you always do.”

Mitch took a deep breath...

“Please, Mitch. I need you.”

...and left the pillow on the floor.

Lifting the end of the blankets, he crawled under them, his body completely hidden from view. He caught a whiff of your arousal, the man letting out a deep, disgruntled groan. He had missed the smell and even more, he missed the taste of you. You were writhing against the mattress, Mitch struggling to pull our panties off quickly, placing his mouth to your folds.

You let out a loud, rippling moan, pleasing Mitch’s senses. He continued to kiss at your folds softly, swiping his tongue through them occasionally. You whimpered loudly, moaning for more. The noises made him cocky, trailing kisses up and down your thighs teasingly, uncaring that he was scratching at your skin with his beard. The scratches just made you quiver more, releasing more juices for him.

“Whatever you are dreaming about made you really wet, baby,” he hummed from under the blanket, not getting a response. The man snickered to himself, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. You moaned again for him, legs trying to rub the ache away. “You want me to please you, baby? You missed me that much that you’re dreaming about what I can do to you?”

“Mitch,” you whimpered, hand landing over his head through the blanket. “I need you so bad. More, please.” Your back arched, Mitch sucking at your clit as you did. “Fuck, more! I need you! It’s been too long.”

“You want more?” he teased, knowing he wouldn’t get a response. “I’ll give you more.”

His tongue delved deep inside your pussy, lapping at the uices you secreted without knowing, your unknown dream stimulating your nerves. You mewled his name under your breath, tossing and turning from side to side. Mitch’s veiny hands kept a hold on your hips, keeping you from moving too much so his mouth could focus on its mission.

His tongue circled inside you, tracing your sensitive walls, savoring the taste you left on his tongue. The tip barely brushed you g-spot, but when it did, you squeaked his name with a breathy noise, hands grasping at the pillows and blankets. Beads of sweat ran down your forehead, panting for air like a dog in heat. He could feel the heat radiating from every pore of your body, his kisses leaving a smoldering trail of fire across your skin and innards. His scruff scraped against your thighs whenever he moved, red marks left in its wake.

He backed away slightly, allowing one finger to slide inside you, testing the waters before adding a second finger. The tips and knuckles curled a bit, his week-long untrimmed nails scraping at your delicate walls pleasurably. He stilled knuckle deep, playing with your sweet spot with a simple curl of the two fingers, as if to tell you to come here. His tongue danced around the entrance to your pussy, slipping in with his fingers only to feel your walls around him tighten, hugging him for dear life.

“More,” you pleaded with a strained voice. “Please, more.”

Mitch smiled against you, a smile that was reserved only for you. His fingers began thrusting slowly, speeding up gradually over time. His mouth moved strictly to your clit, toying with the swollen nub relentlessly, flicking at it without remorse. His lips would wrap around it, tugging at it with either his lips or his teeth until it was erect, enlarged by your arousal. He greedily continued to suck at the engorged nub, selfishly and hungrily ravishing it.

He felt you clenching around his fingers the faster he went. Your breathing had picked up, chest heaving rapidly. You mewled his name, Mitch knowing you were growing close even in your unconscious state. He smiled to himself, releasing your hips completely. His hand slid into his boxer briefs, his cock pulsing from the skim of his fingers, wishing, too, to be pleased. He carefully took himself in his hand, stroking his cock, keeping pace with this thrusts into your core. He groaned against your clit from his own stimulation, his mind buzzing with lust and affection.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your clit, smearing the precum over the tip. “I missed you, baby. So much,” he groaned, replacing his fingers with his mouth, savagely attacking your pussy with licks. You were tossing more on his bed, legs hugging his head to your core. Your moans grew in volume, body shaking against the sheets. “Come on,” he whispered into you. “Cum for me. Let me taste your sweet nectar, baby.”

You let out a drawn out moan, slumping into the bed. Mitch groaned against your core, lapping every drop of your juices that washed out during your orgasm. It splashed against in tongue in waves, your husband drinking every ounce you gave him shamelessly. He savored the taste, every memory you shared together racing through his mind from the single sip.

He was glad to be home finally.

He stayed under the blankets as you body relaxed, limbs going limp against the sheets. He waited for a sign - any indication of what was beyond the fleece that shielded him. He finally felt your fingers curl over the top of his head, tapping twice. The assassin let out a small chuckle, crawling up your body until his head poked free, resting on your stomach.

“Hi,” you breathed. You stared down at him with a lazy smile, eyes cloudy with sleep and desire. Your hand ran through his hair, pushing it back. The assassin let out a content sigh, both arms wrapping around you, relaxing against your body. “That’s some way to wake up.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled into your stomach. “I was awake and you kept moaning for more. I got a little…”

“Horny?” you hummed, twirling his hair around your fingers. “Eager? Needy? Desperate?”

“Aroused,” he clarified. He pushed up your nightgown, his stubble scratching at your skin when he kissed your stomach. “God, I love hearing you moan. I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted a little taste.”

“A little, huh?”

“Just a little,” he repeated. He glanced up at you, eyes locking. “What were you dreaming about?”

“You,” you told him, Mitch deadpanning. “What? I was!”

“Specifically?”

“The things you do to me,” you whispered, almost shyly. “The things you did to me before you left. And the things I still want you to do to me.” You licked your lips slowly, peering at the man. “The things I want you to do as if we were on our honeymoon finally.”

Mitch looked away, biting his lip. “A dream just like mine,” he mumbled.

“What?” Mitch blinked, looking back at you. “What do you mean like yours?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Is that why you were awake?” You asked him. “Did little Mitchy have a wet dream about me?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation, your face going blank in shock. “I dreamt about us going on a honeymoon to some exotic beachfront, just the two of us. I tied you up and fucked you silly.”

“Is that so?” you asked.

“You called me daddy,” he pointed out, your face flushing.

“I didn’t know you liked that,” you hummed thoughtfully. “Did you like it?”

“I won’t lie, baby. It was hot as balls,” he chuckled. “To see and hear you give in the way you did. It was… beyond amazing. It was incredible. Stunning. Wonderful. And so god damn sexy. I have never seen you that submissive and I loved it. You wanted me more than ever.”

“What happened because of this dream?” You asked, shifting in the bed until you were sitting upright. Mitch’s head between your legs once more.

Mitch hesitated, almost ashamed to come clean. “You made me cum.” He pursed his lips, rolling on his back to stare at the ceiling. “Literally, not just in the dream. I woke up with a hard on right after I orgasmed in my sleep. And fuck, it was a great orgasm.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. One of the best I’ve ever had. They’re always great with you but this one was… otherworldly. I was seeing stars.” He pushed his boxer briefs down his legs, exposing his erection to you, the fabric kicked from his ankles onto the floor. He carefully grasped himself in his hand, stroking his length slowly. “I’m still horny from it all.”

“And this isn’t just because we haven’t seen each other for weeks? Because we haven’t touched each other. Or had sex. Even masturbated.”

His forehead wrinkled, leaning back to look at you upside down. “You didn’t masturbate while i was gone?”

“It wasn’t the same without you here,” you replied. “Porn doesn’t cut it. Vibrators don’t cut it. I just wanted you.”

“Damn. Should I feel guilty that I masturbated while I was on my mission?” he said, rolling onto his stomach. “Like, every night that I was alone, not chasing some guy with a gun. Hand around my cock, thinking about you riding me until I was cumming all over my bare chest.”

“Mmm, Mitch,” you whimpered. The ache was forming once more between your legs. He didn’t stop.

“Sometimes I thought about fucking you from behind in the kitchen, pounding your sweet little pussy while you make us dinner.”

“Mitch, please,” you whimpered louder. Mitch sat up slowly, nestling between your legs, tugging at the straps of your nightgown.

“Or, there are the times we do it in the shower. Your back against the wall while I thrust into you, then you drop to your knees and suck me off. Your hands grab my ass while you deepthroat me. God, you have the best mouth.”

“Mitch, this isn’t nice,” you whined. His lips met your neck, sucking dark marks to it before trailing them down to your shoulder, pulling the straps down your arms completely. The front of your nightgown was resting just below your breasts, the round, perky mounds free to the chilly air.

“Why?” he asked, pushing you back slightly, kissing along your collarbone. You mewled quietly, struggling to push your legs together, the muscled man keeping you from doing just that. His form stood in the way, contributing to the ache that was growing in your bones. His strong hands roamed your body. His hips rolled against yours whenever he inched closer to kiss you, his lips finding home at every nook and cranny of your torso.

Your hands threaded through his hair, his face buried between your breasts. He purposefully was avoiding your nipples, teasing you with light touches that felt like a gentle breeze passing over you. You arched into him, mewling quietly. “Because.”

“Because why?”

He kissed around each breast in a figure eight, listening to you whine for more. Your hands tugged restlessly at his hair, pleading under your breath. “Because I need you,” you uttered through scattered breaths. “You’re making me so damn hot and bothered.”

“Why?” he asked playfully. “Do I turn you on by talking about the things I think about when i masturbate? Shouldn’t you be flattered that I think about you as much as I do when I’m away? You’re always on my mind when I’m a mission because the faster I get it done, the faster I get back home to you to fulfill those fantasies I picture.”

“Mitch.”

He kissed your chest, taking your nipple between his lips, toying with it for a moment before releasing it with a loud pop. “You like hearing me talk about when I hold my cock in my hand, jerking it until i can’t any more. But all I wish is that it’s your hand or your mouth pleasing me. You’re the master at making me cum, baby. You feel way better than my hand.”

“Mitch,” you said louder, voice cracking.

“Sometimes, I wish you would just walk into the room while I’m masturbating because you were watching me and you wanted a piece of the action. You love to watch me stroke my long, hard cock. Then, you blow me until I cum down your throat. You wrap your tits around me until I cum on them and your face. Then I fuck you until we can’t can’t fuck anymore,” he continued to say, plucking your nipples with his teeth and lips until they were stiff mountains of eroticism.

“Mitch!” You finally screamed, pushing him back. You grimaced slightly when his teeth nearly clamped down on your nipple in surprise, scrapping uncomfortably at the swollen peak. His smile flipped into a deep frown, his eyes sparking.

“What?” came his soft voice, almost fragile. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you let out, Mitch’s face showing his disbelief. “You biting me was an accident! Completely my fault. I pushed you back without you expecting it. That’s not what I’m wanting to say.”

“Then what?”

“I want you to fuck me,” you blatantly spoke. Mitch took a moment to process, the man slower than normal on this matter. He was amazingly smart and talented, Orion’s star member, but the cogs weren’t turning at nearly four in the morning. He blinked once, eyes narrowing on your face, lips parting.

“I’m sorry,” he hummed, inching closer to you. His cock pressed against your core, sliding through your folds as he spoke slowly. His voice was deep and husky, a certain gruffness make your heart race. “I don’t think I quite heard you right. Do you mind,” he paused, licking his lips slowly with a glint in his dark eyes, “repeating that for me?”

“I. Want. You. To.” you stopped, pushing yourself up on the bed until your lips hit the shell of his ear, the man shivering. “Fuck. Me. Mitch. Rapp.”

You were pulled completely off the bed in a flash, your head spinning half from the whirl and half from the pleasure that encompassed your body. You couldn’t hold back the loud moan that built in your throat, the noise directed into his ear. Your arms wrapped securely around his waist, your body pulled taut against him, his cock buried hilt deep inside you. Your knees rested on either side of him, Mitch leaning back on his knees. His hands were laid across your back, fingers spread with light scratches of his nails against your skin.

“God, I missed this,” he groaned, his bucking upwards into you. Your head buried instantly into his neck, sucking a dark mark to claim him as your as a way to stay silent. His soft, fluffy hair flopped to the side when his hair tilted away, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “I love you, Y/N.”

“And I love you,” you mumbled into his neck.

Mitch smiled, hands moving to your hips, moving your body against him. The awkward position made it hard for him to easily thrust into you. Instead, he opted to help you do the work instead, guiding your body up and down atop him, his cock burying itself deep into your soaked pussy. The motion started slow and steady, quickly turning into an obnoxious slap of hips against hips, legs colliding from your sitting stance.

“Mitch,” you cooed into him. He took that as encouragement for more, his hips bucking upwards into you, your squealing moans turning into sharp screams. Your arms hugged him tighter, breasts pressing against his bare pecs. Your head fell back, Mitch pressing kisses to your collarbone, never slowing his movements. The tip of his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly, the sensual rubbing of his cock against it making you shake in his hold. “Fuck, just like that.”

“You like that?” he asked breathlessly. He pushed the nightgown up so it was a bundle of fabric above your navel, his grip tightening and his fingers drawing circles against your stomach. His hips bucked upwards, pistoning as fast as he could into you. “You like when I fuck you like this?”

“God yes,” you cried out, a hard tug on his hair following. “More!”

You pulled roughly this time, Mitch losing his balance and falling forward slightly. You squealed as you fell back on the bed, his cock never leaving you. Your head hit the pillow, hazy eyes staring up at the man. He had caught himself before he collapsed on top of you, straightening his back. Your eyes met from afar, the same lustful look glistening within your irises.

His arms ducked under your legs, the backs of your knees matching the bend of his elbows, your feet dangling helplessly in the air. His fingers left bruises from their hold on your thighs. Before you could blink, his hips snapped into yours, deep pounding thrusts slapping into you. You screamed his name, back arching and eyes closing, writhing on the bed from the pleasure. The assassin kept a strong pace, his chest heaving with pants from his powerful thrusts. Your legs and breasts bounced with each thrust forward. Your bodies slapped together noisily, the room flooded with moans and echoing skin.

“Oh God,” you rasped. “I’m cumming, Mitch,” you moaned. Your back arched further off the bed, palming your own breasts to push yourself over the edge. Mitch watched you tweak your own nipples, turning into a moaning mess. “I’m cumming!”

He groaned loudly at the hugging walls around his cock, slowing his thrusts to a gentle push. Your juices washed around him for the second time that night, your body shaking from the intense orgasm Your vision spotted, feeling the waves of juices seep out of you and into his skin, Mitch’s tantalizingly slow thrust prolonging the high you were having. It was worse when his fingers skimmed your clit, pressing down on it for added effect.

He pulled out of you, turning you on your side. You sighed sadly when he curled up behind you, his arm around your waist. You weren’t satisfied. You felt empty and incomplete. Your body was craving more from your time apart. At this point, you were fully prepared to take him until you couldn’t any longer, sleep the last thing on your list of priorities.

“Mitch-” you started, turning to him. You were silenced when his lips met yours, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. You melted into his touch, lips like jigsaw pieces coming together. Your lips parted to allow his tongue free reign to wander between your cheeks, your husband taking full advantage of the access. His nude body inched closer to you, your mouths moving together. Whenever he pulled away for a small puff of air, the sound of your lips disconnecting - a resounding smooch - rang through our ears, your body buzzing before he leaned in for more. Your lips never stopped moving against each other, spending multiple minutes in each others grasps kissing.

Your hand carefully grasped his cock, stroking him soothingly, the man groaning against your lips. He pulled away with a soft smack, wetting his swollen lips with a swipe of the tongue. Your lips matched his - plump and red and deliciously kissable still. He kissed down your cheek, your head tilting away to give him access to your neck. The tip of his cock slid along your folds between your legs, the man thrusting between your thighs playfully.

“Mitch,” you whimpered. “Please. I want more of you.”

“What do you want?” he asked. Walking two fingers up your body, cupping your breast. His fingertips dusted over the nipples, your whines growing. “Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me hard and fast until I can’t see straight,” you pleaded. “I want you to choke me until I’m seeing stars.” You turned to stare into his whiskey eyes, kissing him softly. “I want you to cum inside me, daddy.”

“Fuck,” he grunted, cucking into your backside. “Say it again.”

“It?”

“You know,” he grumbled. “Say it and I will fulfill your request. Say it and I will fuck you until the sun rises.” He connected your lips, tugging your lip with his teeth. “Say it and I will please you like you’ve never been pleased.”

“You know, that’s kind of hard considering you always please me,” you joked. Mitch’s expression didn’t reflect your amusement. “Fine.” Clearing your throat, you said with your heart racing in the most seductive voice possible, “Fuck me, daddy.”

“God, that’s better than my dream,” he groaned, lifting your leg, his cock sliding in easily. You let out a straggled moan in response, not recognizing when he draped your leg back over his body, leaving your legs parted and his hands free. One arm slithered under your head while the other found refuge on your chest, his hips speeding up against your ass. It wasn’t long until he was pounding into you, his hips colliding with your ass in deafening slaps.

“Fuck!” You screamed loudly, clawing at the sheets and pulling them from the edges of the mattress. Your words egged the assassin on, his thrusts sliding deep inside you. His cock pulsed, twitching from left to right, making your body flare up like the sun. The tip hit your g-spot and cervix, rattling your nerves and sending goosebumps up your spine.

Your ass pressed back against his hips, Mitch stilling to allow you to thrust. He listened to you moan his name loudly while trying to suppress his own moans. His abs tightened when he sat u slightly, watching the smooth motion of his cock emerging from your core, covered in layers of arousal before easing back in with a slick sound. Your ass jiggled when it hit his hips, Mitch wetting his lips slowly. He hardened more inside you just from the sight, earning another loud moan.

“Daddy loves when you ride his cock,” Mitch breathed into your ear, moving his hand to palm your ass instead. He pulled back slightly, his hand connecting to your skin with a smack, almost like the crack of a whip. You moaned loudly for him, Mitch repeating the action. His thrusts resumed, swapping between ravenous thrusts and vicious slaps. Your ass was red with handprints, your nerves at their peak.

“Fuck, Mitch,” you mewled, clawing at his hand. “More, daddy. Please. Fuck me.”

He grunted in satisfaction, eyes closing to focus on his movements. The hand under your head wound around your throat in a tight grip, constricting your airway but remaining loose enough to not choke you to death like you knew he could. Black spots formed in your sight, but your body was on cloud nine, floating in a different plane completely. The pleasure of his pistoning cock was amplified, the smoldering fire inside you becoming a raging wildfire that control your entire form. Your body tingled, your mind a blur so much that you didn’t recognize the rubbing on your clit from his other hand.

“F-Fuck,” you struggled to say, losing yourself to the ecstasy. “M-Mitch.”

“Shit,” he grunted lowly, his throat vibrating with the sound. His eyes closed, chasing the orgasm he wished to have - the one he knew he was about to have. He could feel the pressure building inside him. He was bound to explode at any second and he was more than ready for it. He carefully tilted your head towards him, his eyes cracking open with a glazed look. “I love you, Y/N Rapp.”

His grip loosened, allowing you to speak properly. Your lips brushed his as you spoke in a soft tone, “I love you, Mitch Rapp.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, the two sealed tight together. His hips bucked wildly against you, his sloppy thrusts sputtering. His cock twitched, your walls tightened. Your fingers laced together until your bodies were exploding with fireworks simultaneously, slowing to careful thrusts. Your juices flowed around him like a waterfall, hugging him like he was your lifeline. His white, hot seed spewed from the tip, the strings coating your walls and mixing with your arousal inside you. You clung to him just as much as he clung to you, neither of you wanting to let the other go.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips to savor the taste before letting his eyes flutter open once more, meeting your direct stare. You gave him a gentle smile, brushing your fingers through his hair and along his stubbled jaw, connecting his hidden moles.

“I love you,” you whispered again, Mitch smiling.

“I love you,” he replied, kissing your forehead. His lips lingered, resting in the comfort of your presence. It’s good to be home, he told himself, wanting the moment to be everlasting.

You shuffled in his hold, taking his hand and kissing his fingertips. He sighed, knowing he needed to move, his cock already going limp inside you. Your bodies were coated in sweat, genitals dripping with a mixture of fluids. He slowly pried his hand from yours, leaving another kiss on your forehead before slipping from your core and sliding off the bed.

You watched him waddle towards the bathroom, grinning at his cute ass in the darkness. “You know, you have the best ass?” you called out, covering your head with the blanket when he flicked on the light. Your ears perked up at his deep chuckle. “What? It’s true. Your training shaped that ass in the best way. Have you seen it? And you have these cute little moles along your skin. Little constellations because you are out of this world.”

“That was cheesy,” he laughed. You heard the cabinets slam and the water run, knowing he was grabbing a wet cloth. “And never call my ass cute again please. It’s just…”

Mitch paused in his thought, his eyes staring at an object on the counter. His brow knit together, his shaky hand extending to pick it up. He stared at it for a moment, trying to process what he was staring at. He wasn’t sure how he had missed it earlier.

“Babe?” he called, your head peeking out of the covers.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, crawling out of bed. You rubbed at your eyes to try and adjust to the light, padding your way towards him. You stopped in the doorway when you saw what he was holding. “Oh.”

“Is this…” he started, his mouth dry. Yet, his voice held a hint of excitement, his feet moving one at a time closer to you. “Is this for real?”

“Yes,” you told him calmly, your smile large.

“We’re pregnant?” he asked, handing you the stick the words clearly reading ‘pregnant’ in bold, blue letters. “This is real?”

“It’s real, Mitch,” you whispered. “I took three boxes and they all said the same thing. I still need to schedule an appointment just to be completely sure but-” you stopped, taking his hand and resting it on your stomach. “There’s a mini assassin in the making.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was going to surprise you after we got some rest. You got home late and I wanted to tell you in person.”

He blinked. “That’s why you waited up.”

“You caught me,” you laughed. “Assuming I’m right, I would be about a month along.”

“The not-honeymoon yet still honeymoon sex,” he grinned, pulling you closer. He kissed your forehead softly, your head burying in his chest. “You know this means you aren’t leaving my sight anytime soon. I’m not risking losing you or the baby.”

“I know,” you said. “But I don’t have anything to worry about because I’m married to my best friend and the best assassin the CIA could ever ask for. And I know you would never let anything hurt us.”

“The faith you have in me,” he hummed. His hands cupped your face, lifting it to face him. “Y/N, we’re having a baby.”

“We’re having a baby,” you told him, hugging him. Mitch smiled largely, larger than ever. “We’re starting a family.”

He laughed, lifting you from the ground and spinning you in circles, listening to your adorable laughter. Neither of you cared that you were nearly nude at it was the odd hours of the night. You were ecstatic beyond belief. “We’re starting a family!” he cried, placing you on the floow, peppering your face in kisses. His lips rested against your forehead, kissing it repeatedly, mumbled over and over, “we’re having a baby.” You melted into his arms, letting yourself relax in the moment.

He finally pulled away long enough to clean your bodies, fixing your nightgown when he was done. You were lifted from the ground, Mitch carrying you back to the bed. He tucked you in before grabbing the discarded boxer briefs from the floor, adjusting the band. The sun’s rays peered through the curtains, Mitch crawling into his spot by your side.

“I told you I would fuck you until the sun came up,” he joked. You yawned at him in response, Mitch laughing. “Get some more sleep, baby. You need it and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You need to sleep too,” you mumbled sleepily. “Just don’t have any more wet dreams about me.”

He let out a sarcastic snort at your joke, nuzzling into your shoulder. You smiled, your nose digging into his hair. “No promises,” he mumbled, kissing your shoulder this time. “I can never stop thinking about you. You’re always on my mind and you just have this way with me.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m mad about these wet dreams,” you muttered, voice fading. “Because that was amazing.”

“Just like you,” he whispered, listening to your steady breathing. Mitch followed suit quickly, hugging you to his body, never to let you go.

This is a dream come true.

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[itsanerdlife]

What Once Was 9

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Unprotected Sex. Assumed Cheating. Drinking. Flash Backs to fights, breaking up, and cheating.

You live a good life with a man, Landon, who you think might ask that really big question while visiting your mom for the weekend. When you run into the boy from your childhood, the boy who stole your heart at eight and your innocence at sixteen; all grown up as a man. The train of your life comes off the tracks .Your boyfriend doesn’t propose, instead saying he wants a break, you end up in familiar arms. But is it the right man or was a crush at eight nothing more than school yard play spilling into your destructive teen years?

Roxy and Brandon stood off to the side, watching Y/N and Eggsy go back and forth, hurt etched both their face.

“Oh, that’s bad.” She swallows watching the two argue.

“They were always amazing, till Eggsy went and broke her heart, trust and anything else she had left.” Brandon sighs.

“That’s not the first time she’s slapped him, huh?” Roxy looks up at him.

“No, the first time was much worse. I think that was the first time I realized she could be broken, she’s always so head strong, I never saw her fall apart before that moment.” He looks down at her.

“What happened?” She asks softly.

“Y/N’s dad, not a fan of Eggsy, or myself.” He smirks softly. “Showed up at school one day, grabbed Y/N by the arm when he found her with me and Eggsy outside the school.” He sighs.

“You’re never seeing him again! I refuse to allow my daughter to be another lost cause.” He growls at her.

“Daddy, you can’t do that!” She rips her arm from his grasp. “I won’t listen, you don’t get to tell me who I can love!” She yells back at him, the two of them standing in the parking lot of the school.

“You think he loves you?!” He growls stepping closer to her. “Don’t kid yourself Y/N, you’re just the flavor of the month to a boy like that!” He yells in her face.

“Since we were eight?! You don’t know him daddy! You’re wrong!!” She yells, tears slipping down her cheeks.

“Get in the car now, Y/N!” He grabs her jacket shoving her towards the car.

 “She snuck out the next night, but by the time she figured out where we were, Eggsy was already drunk.” Brandon looks down at Rox, her eyes wide waiting to know what happened next. “When she walked through the door, Eggsy was coming out of the backroom with another girl.” Brandon nods as she shakes her head. “She threw plastic cups at him, before she started shoving him around as she yelled at him.” He explains.

“How could you Eggsy?!” She shoved him hard in the chest, he stumbles back, his body limp with no fight.

“We’re not allowed to be together.” He mumbles, refusing to meet her eye.

“Clearly my daddy was right about you!” She shoves him again.

“Look I love you Y/N, but” the punch to his mouth cuts his words off as he hits the wood floor with a thump. Eggsy holds his jaw, looking up at her shocked.

“Fuck you, you only love yourself.” She sniffs, turning she runs from the house into the night.

 “Brilliantly in love, but he was too immature to accept it, to fight for it, for her.” Brandon puts his arm around her shoulders.

“He’s so stupid.” She sighs.

“Not sure about now, or if they can be the same again.” He sighs. “Their history isn’t always the best, but fuck if I ever seen two people in love? It was Eggsy and Y/N, from the day I met them. Hell, their love is what drove her parents apart. Her mum wanted that wild, passionate, real deep love they had for each other.” He chuckles.

“Why did her dad take her way?” Rox asks softly.

“He said that she wasn’t eighteen and over his dead body was she staying in London, to run off and marry Eggsy or end up knocked up and alone.” Brandon nods.

“Her dad wasn’t a fan of Eggsy I see.” She nods.

“Yeah, but Marie? She fucking loves Eggsy. We still help her carry her packages home, Eggsy makes sure her lawn is cut, and her trees are trimmed. We helped her bring in her new furniture few months back, and I don’t think its cause his mum and her are friends. I think it’s the closest he can get to Y/N when she goes.” He sighs, the two of them watching as Eggsy stands staring after Y/N who was long gone at this point.

You’d been home less than 24 hours. You sat on your couch staring at the TV, not taking in what was going on, you hadn’t bothered to turn your phone back on. A knock on your door makes you look around confused, who the fuck would be knocking on your door, let alone know you were home? You get up shuffling into the front hall, you pull the door open.

“What are you doing here?” You stare at Landon.

“You didn’t tell me you were back.” He looks annoyed with you.

“Why would I?” You glare at him. You did not have the emotional energy to deal with him right now, you just wanted to be alone, alone with yourself hate for letting Eggsy into your life again.

“What’s with you?” He looks you over, you wore leggings, a holey, old sweater and your hair piled up on your head.

“You said you wanted a break, why are you here Landon?” You snap at him.

“God Y/N,” surprise on his face as he steps closer to you. “We were both so worked up that night.” He sighs, his fingers brushing over your cheek. “I didn’t mean it. I’ve been waiting for you to get home, so we could work it out and fix things.” He gives you a small smile.

You didn’t want Landon to fix things, you wanted to be alone, your emotions getting the best of you. You didn’t know how to politely tell him to leave, to admit what you did while back home. The tears start rushing down your face with no warning. Landon gets the wrong impression, he quickly pulls you into a hug, your face pressed against his chest, his arms tightly around you and you cry.

“I’m sorry babe. I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.” He nods, kissing the top of your head. Oh god you were in such a hole, you weren’t sure which way was up at this point.

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Got7 Scenario - Nothing On You by B.O.B and Bruno Mars

A/N: Girrrrllll, I know this song and I love it. I love the lyrics and they’re perfect for Got7, my faithful but SO disrespectful boys. I’m going to write girlfriend/girl because of the song lyrics. Anything else I would use they unless requested.

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“Beautiful girls, all over the world I could be chasing but my time would be wasted they got nothing on you baby, nothing on you baby. They might say hi and I might say hey but you shouldn’t worry about what they say ‘cause they got nothing on you baby, nothing on you baby.”

Mark: (A/N: What a rude bias wrecker! How is he so God like?! Tell me!!) You stood with Mark at the security entrance. This is as far as you could go in the airport. You began to fumble with your fingers. Mark stood behind you back hugging you so he wouldn’t have to leave you so soon. The boys had already gone forward but Jaebum was waiting for Mark because he needed to make sure all of the members got on the plane. You began to cry, 8 months without your boyfriend. Your anxiety had gotten the best of you when you called your friend who was going to spend some time with you while Mark was away so you didn’t feel super lonely the whole time. Mark let go of the hug and he came around to where he could see your face and he held your face in his hands, “Hey, it’s just 8 months. It’ll go by super quickly.” You just nodded avoiding his gaze. He got concerned and he made you look at him, “Don’t worry baby. I love you and I know that you’re scared but I’ll be thinking about the whole time. Because you’re my baby and nobody else’s and I’m your baby and nobody else’s okay?” You nodded and kissed him before Jaebum called him over and said that they needed to leave. Before Mark left he kissed your forehead and said, “You’re perfect and I love you and I’m all yours okay?” You nodded and just like that he was gone. 

“Nothing on you babe, nothing on you. I know you feel where I’m coming from regardless of the things in my past that I’ve done, most of it was really for the hell of the fun. On the carousel so around I spun, with no directions just tryna get some, tryna chase skirts living in the summer sun, this is how I’ve lost more than I had ever won and honestly I ended up with none.” 

Jaebum: (A/N: why does this sound like it’s just a sad line. This is gonna break my heart. My poor baby!) You and Jaebum were in a heated argument now and you just couldn’t keep this up. Jaebum had continuously tried to flirt with multiple girls in front of your face and you just couldn’t believe him. You have told him many times to stop and he would say he would but then he would turn around and do it again. You yelled at him, “Jaebum I don’t see how I’m not good enough for you! Why do you keep doing this?!” He just sighs angrily and shrugs, “Fun?” He says more as a question than an answer. You’re shocked by his answer and you say, “So this is fun for you? To flirt with so many other girls when you have a girlfriend right here?” He realizes his mistake and he says, “Wait, no babe. That’s not what I meant.” You shook your head and said, “I don’t need to hear anything more. You can go have fun now since you’re now single.” He shakes his head and he says, “But I love you.” You shake your head and you send him a sympathetic smile, “No you don’t. You love the thought of being in a relationship. You don’t actually love me.” With those last words you left Jaebum in the house alone. You would only be back one more time and that was to collect all of your stuff. 

“There’s so much nonsense it’s on my conscience. I’m thinking baby that I should get it out and I don’t wanna sound redundant but I was wondering if there was something that you wanna know but never mind that we should let it go ‘cause we don’t wanna be a tv episode and all the bad thoughts just let them go.” 

Jackson: You just kept thinking of all the things Jackson hadn’t told you yet. Given, you had only been dating for 3 months and you didn’t expect him to just tell you everything on the first date. Speaking of date, you were getting ready to go on a date with him tonight. He said he got done with work early tonight and you were super excited. It was now 6:30 pm and you were putting your shoes on and there was a knock. You opened the door after putting both your shoes on and there he was in a nice suit. You smiled and said, “Hi babe.” He would smile and say, “Hello. Now, shall we?” He asks as he holds out his elbow. You made sure you had everything you needed and you nodded taking his elbow and going out to dinner with him. Once you got there you couldn’t help but wonder about the things you don’t know about him. Jackson knew there was something on your mind. He put down his menu and he asked, “Babe, are you okay?” It snapped you out of your spaced out mind. You asked, “Wait, what?” He chuckled and said, “I know there’s something on your mind. What is it?” You sighed and you decided to tell him, “There’s not a whole lot that I know about you.” He smiled and he leaned forward, “Well, what’d you wanna know?” With that you had a full night of questions and answers. 

“Hands down, there will never be another one, I been around and I never seen another one. Look at your style they ain’t really got nothing on, and you out and you ain’t got nothing on. Baby you the whole package plus you pay your taxes and you keep it real while them other stay plastic you’re my Wonder Woman call me Mr.Fantastic stop...now think about it.” 

Jinyoung: You were getting dressed in the hotel room and once you were dressed you went out to the patio of your hotel room. You smiled at the view and you were super happy. You sighed a much needed one and you looked down at the ring that occupied your ring finger on your left hand. You fiddled with it a little but every time you looked at it, it just made you so much more happy. He really was everything to you. Next thing you know you feel hands wrap around your waist and you smile as Jinyoung kisses your shoulder once. You hum and he says, “How’re you this morning?” You smile and say, “Well, I feel a major reassurance on whether you like me or not.” He chuckled and nodded and held your hands, “Now you do.” With that you kissed him and he turned you around so he could look into your eyes and tell you every little thing he loved about his new wife.

“I’ve been to London, I’ve been to Paris even went out there to Tokyo. Back home down in Georgia to New Orleans, but you always steal the show and just like that girl you got my froze like a Nintendo 64. If you never knew well now, you know.” 

Youngjae: You were laying on the couch and you were trying to rest and you were finally beginning to fall asleep when your phone rang. You groaned and answered the phone, “What?!” Your best friend was a bit taken back, “Um, okay. Glad to hear from you too.” You sighed and sat up, “Sorry. I was just about to fall asleep and I’ve been trying to for the past half hour.” She apologized and you instantly remembered she called you, “So what did you need me for?” With that she said, “Oh yeah! Turn the TV on and turn it to channel 38.” You were confused but put it on there anyways. There you saw your boyfriend and his 6 other band members doing an interview. You were very confused but you decided to start it from the beginning so you could be caught up. Half way through you heard the interviewer, “So you wrote the song ‘Let Me’. Was there any person behind this or was it for Aghase?” You smiled and you turned it up as everyone looked at Youngjae. Youngjae then began to explain how it was made for his girlfriend and she was more than just an Aghase in his eyes.” You smiled and you just kept saying, “You’re my big dork Youngjae.”

“Everywhere I go I’m always hearing your name and no matter where I’m at, girl you make me wanna sing. Whether a bus or a plane or a car or a train, no other girl’s on my brain and you the one to blame.”

Bambam: You were getting a call and you could hear it. You woke up and you answered the phone not noticing who was calling, “hello?” You asked in your ‘I’m half asleep so talk slowly’ voice. The other line was your boyfriend of 2 years now, “Baby! How are you?” You groaned and said, “Bammie, I was asleep. Did you forget about time differences?” He chuckled a bit and said, “Yeah. Sorry babe. I just couldn’t get you out of my head. I was just thinking about you and I just kept wondering, ‘Did she eat?’ or ‘Is she getting enough sleep?’ and my brain would sometimes wonder, ‘Does she even still love you?’ and it just freaked me out.” You would sigh at the love your boyfriend showed you. You didn’t worry much about it though, you knew Jaebum would take care of him but that left him to worry about you while he was on tour. You smiled and said, “Yes Bammie. Yes to all of those questions. You’re too kind baby.” He would chuckle nervously and say, “Thank you.” With that he let you go back to bed after exchanging “I love you’s” and telling each other good night before you finally drifted off back to bed.

“Beautiful girls, all over the world I could be chasing but my time would be wasted they got nothing on you baby, nothing on you baby. They might say hi and I might say hey but you shouldn’t worry about what they say ‘cause they got nothing on you baby, nothing on you baby.”

Yugyeom: Your boyfriend’s group, Got7, was having a meet and greet at your hometown and you were super excited. You helped Yugyeom practice on his language skills so you could help him out with speaking the native language and hopefully communicate with the audience more. After the concert was over you were one of the people that purchased a ticket to go meet the boys as they actually signed stuff. You were smiling the whole time and watching the boys. Once you got up to the table you noticed the girl next to you was being very flirtatious with the boys as she went down the table and part of you wanted to strangle her and the other part of you just rolled your eyes at her. You couldn’t believe her attitude. But regardless you decided to have fun and greet the boys once again. They all said hello and they asked how you were doing and if you were eating right and getting enough sleep and you just couldn’t wait to get to your boyfriend. Once it was time to see your boyfriend you glared at the back of the girl that had previously flirted with your boyfriend before you. He made you look at him, “Baby, don’t worry. What have I told you?” You blushed and said, “You’re mine and only mine.” He smiled and nodded, “That’s right. Don’t you forget it okay?” You nodded and you got to see Yugyeom for a little while and it helped you with the reassurance you needed for the rest of their tour. 

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A/N: So it’s currently 11:45 pm where I live and fatigue just hit me like a train when I started to write BamBams reaction. But don’t worry. I finished it but I did cry when I wrote JB’s. I’m sorry it’s sad but the lyrics only reminded me of sad things. Nothing in those lyrics screamed awww cute to me. They just all sounded sad but don’t worry this won’t be the last time this happens I can guarantee that. Well, with that, I’m so happy you requested and I’m super excited and I hope you enjoy this one too love! <3  -Admin M