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brainrattlers · 2 years ago

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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (41/n)

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC (AJ)

Word Count 2909

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Author's notes: Hey all, I'm back! If you saw my last post, some stuff has been bugging me mentally and physically. Had to take a step back for a bit, and am easing myself back into this shorter chapter. Little bit of a time hop, but you didn't miss too much. Maybe will do a "What We Missed the First Time" later to make up for some of it. Also no more Monday night/Tuesday morning binge writing sessions, I literally physically cannot do that right now 🤣

Today's chapter finds Tyson and AJ finding their own grooves in Buffalo a little more. Just because you're in a relationship, it doesn't mean you give up everything and everyone around you for the sake of your partner. Also it makes it that much better when you do get to spend time together.

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Tyson unlocked the apartment door, tossing his gear bag in the laundry room on his way to the bedroom to take a quick shower.

“Hon, where you at?” Tyson searched around, trying to find AJ in the apartment.

A muffled “Guest room!” came from the other side of the home.

Tyson made his way through the living room and found AJ inside the guest room closet, arranging the last few boxes in the room. He smiled seeing his Christmas tree box in the corner, that would soon be tucked away, hoping this coming year they’d be able to have it out with all of their decorations they missed out on this last Christmas. Peeking around the corner of the doorway, AJ was tidying up shelves with clear plastic bins organizing various things of theirs that weren’t needed every day, or even every month, like summertime clothes, and the holiday ornaments.

Trading places, AJ motioned toward the tree box, then the closet, knowing Tyson would be far more capable of moving the tree efficiently. Plus it’d only been a few days that AJ had been on her new slew of pills from the doc; she still would get fatigued easily. Taking that step back, she gladly watched as Tyson lifted the box with ease, and was clearly staring at the muscles that strained a little against the fabric of his shirt. Without even thinking, she had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as her eyes were trained on Tyson’s every move.

Completely lost in her thoughts, Tyson had already got the box in the space she made in the closet, and was realizing AJ had been ogling him. The fact he caught her made him smile and wiggle his eyebrow to see if she’d even catch on. Still adrift in her own mind, she started noticing that he was now purposely flexing his arms just to get a reaction. Letting go of her bottom lip, AJ took a shaky breath in figuring out he was playing her like a fiddle. Her cheeks turned a little pink when she finally looked him in the eyes.

“I.. uh… Thanks for getting the tree into the closet babe,” AJ was trying to regain her composure but failing, “You made that look easy.”

Tyson just smirked at the floundering AJ found herself doing. She felt awful that she was completely ogling him, but in his mind, as long as it was him, he definitely didn’t mind. Also he liked seeing how flustered she’d get trying to work her way back out of the awkward situation. For further grins, he rolled his sleeve up and flexed his biceps, leaving AJ to run her fingers over and squeeze them, making them both giggle after she raised her eyebrow and bit her lip.

The schedule for the Sabres was a lot of home and away suddenly, but with things feeling more stable, AJ wasn’t struggling as much. Tyson was still concerned, but as the days went on, he found himself feeling more confident that she was doing okay. A few times she had mentioned maybe putting up posts about doing computer repair freelance as she was getting antsy around the apartment. The fact she’d been playing video games more again, and getting excited about exploring new parts of the city were all signs that AJ’s mental health was starting to improve. (And the more he thought about it, he could see the signs that maybe there was a little something was off, but he was so happy that she realized and took action with it.)

This also was perfect timing because Tyson had been getting more and more invites to hang out with his teammates, but he didn’t want to leave AJ by herself so much, considering how much he was already on the road.

Tyson’s phone vibrated against the counter in the kitchen as he was making breakfast. Not being nosy, but the screen was lit up while AJ was grabbing a bowl to put some fruit into, she noticed a text from Illya.

“Juicy gossip in the group chat?” AJ started cutting an apple up, suddenly worried she might have crossed a line she shouldn’t have, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be snoopy.”

“Nah, you’re fine. There’s talk of a few of the guys going to Boosh’s after the game.”

“Okay,” AJ shrugged.

Tyson squinted trying to read into that one word answer AJ gave.

“You know you can go, right?”

AJ never has been one to give an answer that secretly meant the opposite, but Tyson was still a little leery.

“You’re sure it’s fine?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t it be?” AJ genuinely was curious. She turned around to wrap her arms around Tyson’s waist. “You don’t always have to hang out with me. Seriously, go hang out with them tonight if you want.”

Searching AJ’s eyes for something telling him not to go, he came up empty. With a kiss on her forehead, he nodded.

The two ate their breakfasts, talking about their plans for the day. It was a little different game day as it was an early afternoon Saturday game. After grabbing the dishes and throwing them in the dishwasher, Tyson pushed AJ up against the fridge for a pretty passionate kiss before heading out for the arena. AJ had about a couple hours to kill before she would head to the arena for the matchup with the Lightning, and took the opportunity to clean up the apartment a little bit, little bit of vacuuming, some dusting, straightening up the pillows and blankets on the sofa.

It was almost as if it were destiny that AJ had done so, as her watch started buzzing with a text with an unexpected request.

Tyson: Hey babe, change in plans maybe. Would it be okay if some of the guys came over after the game? I should have asked first but I kind of offered. If it isn’t, it’s fine.

AJ: No worries. I’ve got a project I need to work on this evening, so you guys can do whatever, I’ll probably be holed up in the hobby room. See you in a bit babe, getting ready to head out. Love you.

Tyson: Love you too Eggo

Thankfully it was a win against the Lightning, and the team was in a great mood afterward. AJ made it home earlier, and had gotten a headstart on her project. Just as she predicted, she found herself in the hobby room, lights on full blast as she unboxed a stack of packages leaving the items inside strewn about the sofa. Digging out her screwdriver set, she tore into everything, and started plugging pieces in, hiding cables, and screwing things together. The next thing she knew, Tyson was peeking his head in to see what she was up to, seeing a new computer sitting on her desk. A few other voices trailed behind him.

“What’s with that? Is there something wrong with yours?” Tyson pointed at the other giant desktop computer, lit up with all sorts of LED fans.

“This? Oh, I got a nibble on one of my posts and built a custom rig for someone. Feels good to be doing something again.” AJ had a look of pride on her face again as she plugged it in, seeing lights turn on and the display show up on the new TV they hung in their hobby room. “I’ll keep it down in here, let you guys do your thing.”

The teammates poked their heads in to say hello, and followed Tyson to the kitchen and living room, where the conversation went to food pretty fast. AJ put her headphones on and started tweaking some settings on the computer, bouncing her head to the beat of the music in her ears. Tyson came back pretty quick, lightly tapping AJ’s shoulder.

“Hey, we’re getting wings, you want anything?”

After staring at the menu on her phone a bit, AJ said she’d place the order because she had some points to use up. Tyson insisted on paying still, and tossed her his wallet. After tapping in what everyone wanted, AJ pulled out his debit card when something else fell out onto her desk.

Gingerly picking up the dog-eared business card she recognized the logo for where she used to get her hair done, not back in Minny, not back in Denver, back in her hometown. A small smile from reminiscing graced her face as her fingers ran over the appointment card for an appointment long ago, which had her name scribbled on it, along with her phone number.

“I can’t believe you still have this, from that first night at EJ’s,” AJ’s eyes were sparkling at the thought of their first kiss, and how she slipped the card into Tyson’s back pocket before she left for the night.

Tyson turned a little pink, taking on a bashful look.

AJ slipped the card back into his wallet, along with the debit card. Her phone notified her that their order would be delivered in about forty-five minutes. Tyson headed back to the living room where the guys were probably going to end up playing video games a chunk of the evening. Not intentionally listening in, she did hear someone ask Tyson what she was up to in the other room.

“AJ, well, worked, works? In IT. But right now she’s still finding her footing here so she’s doing freelance support for people’s computers. And she builds custom computers, for like gaming or design work.” The sense of pride could be heard in Tyson’s words. “She’s pretty good at it too.”

“That’s pretty badass. I wouldn’t have any idea how to do that stuff. My computer is shit, you think she could help me out?”

“Did you see the cool fans on that one she was working on? That’s seriously sweet.”

“Yeah! I can talk to her, I’ll let you know what I find out. So what are we playing, boys?”

AJ got a warm fuzzy from the unintentionally overheard praise. She went back to working on the desktop, testing out a few things. Finally her phone buzzed, but she was in the middle of installing a different fan on the computer case.

“TYS! Food’s downstairs!”

The communal sounds of happiness that dinner had arrived were loud and clear. Even AJ was pretty hungry and waiting for dinner. She was going to grab some leftovers after the game, but wasn’t about to pass up wings. As Tyson made his way back into the apartment, AJ tiptoed into the kitchen to grab some water, offering up beverages to the guys sitting in the living room. Tyson grabbed the different containers from the bags, and handed them out. AJ snuck over to grab hers, kissing Tyson on the cheek and thanking him for dinner. She was starting to head back to the other room, when someone caught her attention.

“You can hang out with us if you want, you can play next round if you feel like it?” JJ held up a controller toward AJ.

“Oh! Oh, no, no, you guys go ahead and play. I’m not very good at games like that.” AJ shook her head as the words came out.

“Whatever babe, you play Fort with Nate, you’re fine at games like this,” Tyson was trying to get her to hang out with them as well.

“Naww, you guys can play. I’m probably going to eat, and maybe go read in bed. I’m a little tired today,” AJ sat down on the floor next to Tyson’s feet, looking back at him on the sofa, “was kind of a rough one.”

Tyson nodded in understanding, realizing she truly wasn’t feeling up to it. He could see the dark circles under her eyes a bit, even in the darkened room. She gave a small smile, then looked back at the TV to see the guys playing some first person shooter. Leaning on his shins, AJ sighed as Tyson lightly raked his nails through her hair before digging into the wings on his plate.

The other two guys groaned as one of them ran out of ammo and was sniped.

“You missed the ammo box that’s around the corner from the laboratory,” the voice came deadpan from AJ as she rubbed her eyes a bit before yawning.

Everyone looked at her, silently questioning how she even would know that.

“Okay so maybe I’ve played this one before,” AJ grinned as she got up to put her plate away, “But you guys have fun, I’m calling it a night.”

Not even thinking about the present company, AJ leaned down and kissed Tyson, nothing major, but it was enough to elicit a couple “oooOOOooh!”s. Tyson turned a little red, but for sure played it up and grabbed her face and kissed her with much more gusto to make her turn red too.

“We’ll keep it down out here,” Tyson whispered, “Get some rest babe.”

This was definitely one of the times that AJ was happy they had a master bath attached to their bedroom. Closing the bedroom door behind her, she found herself actually just drawing a nice hot bath with a honey chamomile bath bomb to soothe her mind. With her headphones in, she couldn’t even hear the guys in the living room as she played sudoku on her phone. And once the water had gone chilly and her feet were thoroughly pruned, AJ got out of the tub, dried off, and put some sleep shorts and a tee on before crawling into bed.

Cheers erupted from the living room, but it didn’t even faze her as she drifted off to sleep. The only thing that did wake her up was feeling the bed dip slightly as Tyson curled up with her several hours later.

“Did you guys have fun? Did they beat the zombie horde?” AJ sleepily whispered.

Tyson couldn’t contain the chuckle that came out as a huff as he smiled, kissing AJ’s forehead.

“There was a zombie horde? We didn’t even make it that far I guess! You could have shown them how it’s done, I’m sure. You feeling better?”

AJ barely murmured a positive reply, and was already back asleep. It was a good day, with a Sabres win, getting to hang out with the guys, and AJ feeling a little better than she had been. The fact she was not pushing herself too much and knowing her limits was huge in his eyes.

The next few weeks were a blur to both Tyson and AJ. The Sabres’ schedule was a lot of back and forth of home and away. And thanks to word of mouth of a few teammates, AJ was busy designing computer systems for a few guys and their friends, ordering parts and building rigs. She was actually doing pretty well for herself.

With Tyson on the road for a week coming up, AJ had a little extra time to work on his birthday plans. He wasn’t being very helpful in giving ideas for gifts. But thanks to some new friends she was making in Buffalo, she was able to figure out an idea, at least. And talking with the Josts, it didn’t look like they were going to make it out for his birthday, but they were going to travel to see him play while on his roadie at least. While this made AJ happy, she was actually looking forward to seeing everyone. But work was picking up and even though she was her own boss for the moment, she didn’t want to leave her customers hanging.

Morning practices brought Tyson home in the early afternoon, where he’d find AJ in the hobby room plugging in cables into ports inside the PC cases. He’d see her updating software and tweaking settings to make things run smoothly. All the while, he’d sit on the sofa, strumming his ukulele and serenading her with silly songs he made up, or occasionally surprise her with a new one that he learned.

But it wasn’t always about hanging out together. AJ was convincing Tyson it was okay to hang out more with the guys and she really was encouraging him to get out more often. And eventually he did end at Boosh’s place to spend a relaxing evening in the sauna. (AJ actually was a little jealous of that night, for sure.) This left AJ with time to separate from her work and do more fun stuff for herself, be it video games, or making some art.

One quiet evening in for the both of them found Tyson lounging on the sofa as AJ was putting away the dishes they washed after dinner.

“I’m a little bummed you can’t come to DC for my birthday,” Tyson pouted playfully.

“Hey, business is booming, it’s kind of your fault, you know,” AJ jabbed back, “Besides, I have something fun planned for you when you get back from Philly. I hope you’ll like it.”

“I told you I don’t need a gift.”

“And you’re not getting a physical gift, per se, but an experience.”

Tyson was intrigued.

“But you’re going to have to wait until you get back, babe.” AJ winked. Read the next chapter here

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filmtv2022 · 2 years ago

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To the Bitter End: Chapter 10

18+ Minors Do Not Proceed

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Pairing: Doc Holliday x Earp!Reader

Chapter Notes: Doc yet again comes to the rescue of the Earp brothers. Y/N and Doc spend a day together contemplating the life ahead of them.

Story Summary: The youngest Earp sibling joins her older brothers in Tombstone with the hope that the new climate will ease her consumption/tuberculosis symptoms and reconnect her family. But as she settles into this new life, will she find something worth living for? Someone who can tame the loneliness?

Warnings: Some threats of violence + I feel like this got kind of sad at the end (mentions of illness & death) + some mild language + a few soft kisses. This one is mostly sad fluff… if that’s a thing.

The heat radiated in waves from the ground leaving everyone a bit on edge. The change of season became more apparent each day as the temperature soared before dropping low enough to cause a chill at night. This current moment found you and Doc sitting outside the local barber. Doc was leaned back in a chair with his feet propped up in front of him & a newspaper in his hands. You were sitting a few chairs away reading a book in an attempt to forget about the sweat dripping down your back. A few voices in the crowd caught your ear as they moved closer.

“Gettin’ Warmer. Guess spring’s comin’ ” Virgil's deep voice rolled over the church bell tolling in the background. Wyatt and Morgan walked next to him as they made their way through town. Morgan kept pulling at the shoulder of his jacket as he was still unable to put his arm through the sleeve due to the sling.

You're not sure who spoke, but the next thing you heard was one of your other brothers greeting Billy as he walked by.

“Hello, Billy... I say hello.”

“It’s deputy! And I don’t want to talk to you! Those men you killed were my friends. I’m just a nothin’, but if I wasn’t, I’d fight you right now. So I don’t want to talk to you”. The mousey man stormed away from the trio clearly upset.

Wyatt was the one to say what everyone else was thinking, “All they ever did was laugh at him.”

Closing your book you stood to make your way over to your brothers when you noticed Ringo stumbling around the corner towards your family. You halted next to Doc as you watched the man move.

“Sister boy should’ve stuck around.” His words slurring with inebriation.

“What do you want, Ringo?” Virgil was clearly cautious as he reached back and move his jacket out of the way, flashing his gun.

“I want your blood… I want your souls. And I want ‘em both. Right now.”

“I don’t want any more trouble." Wyatt spoke this time, the tone the same as when he spoke to an agitated horse.

“Well, ya got trouble! And it starts with you.” Ringo pointed harshly at Wyatt, swaying on his feet as he moved.

Wyatt opened up his jacket to show Ringo that he didn’t have any weapons & posed no threat at that moment, “I’m not gonna fight you, Ringo. There’s no money in it.”

Your brothers all turned to walk away. As Virgil moved he threw a final comment over his shoulder.

“Sober up. Come on boys”

Next to you, Doc sat up in his chair, placing his feet on the floor. The Earp brothers had clearly not clocked Doc standing there, but there he was, yet again playing guard over the trio.

Ringo’s voice rang out once more as he continued to pursue your brothers. His volume rose until everyone had turned to watch.

“You wretched slugs. Don’t any of ya have the guts to play for blood?”

Leaning against the post Doc took this opportunity to announce his presence.

“I’m your Huckleberry.” Stepping from the shadow of the barber shop John continued, “That’s just my game.”

Swiftly and with confidence John moved into full view of Ringo, a gun tucked behind his back cocked and ready to go.

“All right lunger. You go to hell. I’ll put you out of your misery.”

More cowboys emerged from the shadows to join their comrades.

“Say when.” Doc kept pushing Ringo, egging him on with more unnecessary comments.

Curly Bill took action as John stepped closer still, rushing to pull his friend out of the line of fire. Ringo began to struggle against his friend's grip as Curly Bill yanked him more firmly.

“Johnny, don’t! No, Johnny!”

Finally, Curly Bill was joined by a few other cowboys who were able to get Ringo to move along. As soon as it was clear that Ringo was out of the way Curly Bill turned back to make a comment.

“Don’t mind him! He’s just drunk that’s all.” A wicked laugh left Curly Bill as he turned away from Doc and your brothers.

In the distance you could hear Ringo yelling once again.

“I want them spittin’ blood.”

Stumbling out of the hold Curly Bill had on him Ring crashed into a set of caskets that had been leaned up against the side of a building.

The last thing you heard as they walked away was Curly Bill’s ominous admission.

“I’ll tell ya, boys, even I’m wary of what’s gonna happen once Ringo runs this outfit. God have mercy!”

Tipping his hat, Doc turned to move back to you and the barber. You decided that the conversation you’d wanted to have with your family could wait until a better time, moving back to the original seat, you picked up your book and began to read again.

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It didn’t take long and John was finished with his trim, and now the two of you were off to enjoy a lovely day together. Doc had promised you a quiet afternoon away from the violence of the city, and after this morning's incident, you couldn’t be more pleased to take him up on the offer. Awaiting you outside the Grand was a lovely pair of horses. As you approached the hotel a young man came bounding out of the front door towards you & John.

“Mr. Holliday, I have the horses ready, just like you asked. And the basket is all set to go as well. I added an extra special treat for good measure… free of charge of course!” The young boy was so eager to please that it brought a smile to your face.

“Thank you, William. Here’s a little extra for the trouble.” John pressed a few extra dollars into the boy's hand, and the look on William’s face said it all. This was everything he could have asked for and more. Not only did he get to help the legendary pistoleer, but he did a good enough job to get a tip. This kind of interaction was beautiful in your eyes because rarely did people other than you and Wyatt get to see this side of Doc Holliday.

“Thank you, Mr. Holliday!” The young man peeled away in a sprint calling for his friends to brag about it all.

Doc turned to you with the intention of sharing his plan for the day, but before he could speak you pulled his face to yours, capturing his lips in a light kiss.

“Darlin’, not that I object, but what brought on the sudden show of affection?”

“Do I need a reason to kiss my fiance?-” You smirked up at him, loving the way that word sounded on your tongue, “But if you must know, seeing you interact with that boy… that’s what did it. I love your kindness Doc, and I feel blessed that I get to be on the receiving end of it. But seeing you share it with that boy… that makes my heart full.”

“Good to know my dear. Now, on to today’s plans. I had young Mr. William put together an assortment of food..and alcohol for enjoyment. And I figured the two of us could go for a ride and find a nice, quiet spot to enjoy each other’s company. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds perfect.”

“Wonderful! Let’s get started shall we?”

Pulling you gently by the waist John walked you over to the horses. He knew how much you loved to ride and that it had been a while since you’d last had an opportunity. Grabbing the horn of the saddle you lifted your left foot into the stirrup and pushed your way on top. Taking a moment to settle and adjust your dress before reaching for the reins. Doc made sure you were all set to go & free from the post before moving to his own mount.

Letting Doc move first, you quickly made your way next to him as you worked your way out of town. Passing the town limit sign you gave Doc a quick glance before giving your horse a quick kick, pushing them to move faster and faster with each movement. John’s loud laugh cut through the wind as he worked to catch up to you. The two of you continued this race until you found your way to the edge of a wooded area. From here you slowed down searching for a nice place to stop & enjoy the day. After a few minutes of searching Doc’s eyes caught on to a beautiful clearing ahead. Without speaking, John began moving towards the spot, and you followed right behind.

Doc dismounted first, tying his horses to a tree with a perfect low-hanging branch before moving back to you to help you down. John’s hands steady your mount as you swung down to the ground. Shaking your legs you handed the reigns off to Doc. Satisfied that both animals were secure, John grabbed for the large basket attached to the back of his saddle.

You grabbed the blanket that was attached to your saddle bag as you scanned the area for a good place to sit. You found a tree not too far away to spread out under, shaking the blanket out before laying it on the ground. Sitting down you leaned up against the trunk of the tree and trained your eyes on Doc as he made his way over to you.

Silently John sat next to you and opened the basket. Inside there was a plethora of goodies. A bottle of whiskey and a bottle of red wine were the first items to be pulled out, along with two metal cups. Doc settled the bottles in the middle of the blanket before moving on to the rest. Next, he pulled out a delicious-looking dessert that smelled sweetly of apple and cinnamon. The top was magnificent, covered in brown sugar and oats. Additionally, a scrumptious-looking array of cheeses and cured meats finished out the spread.

“What should we open first?” Doc asked as he picked up the bottles.

“The wine, please. And I think we should start with dessert too.”

“Excellent choices darlin’ ”

Doc expertly poured you both a cup of wine before grabbing a spoon out of the basket.

“It would appear as though William forgot to add enough silverware to the basket.”

Laughing you grabbed the spoon from his hand, reaching forward to scoop up a bite of the apple mix. Rather than move the delightful bite into your mouth you leaned slightly to the side bringing your body closer to John. From here you brought the spoon to John, encouraging him silently to take the bite. A small groan of satisfaction spilled from his throat which only made you laugh more. In a lightning-fast move, John grabbed the spoon from your hand and greedily scrooped up another bite for himself.

Jokingly you slapped the front of his chest as you chuckled out a reply, “Hey, Holliday, what happened to being kind? Especially to me?”

“Oh darlin’ you know that love you, but I’ve got to keep you on your toes. I can’t let you take my kindness for granted.” A deep laugh ripped from the pair of you. If there was one thing you’d never do with John it was to take any moment for granted. Each and every moment was as precious as gold to you.

Doc paused momentarily before setting the cups of wine and the tray of dessert to the side, John’s arm made its way around your body and pulled you into the spot between his legs. His arms wrapped around your waist as you let yourself sink into his chest. Letting your head fall back you listened to the sound of his breathing as you let your arms rest on his legs. Seeking a more comfortable position, John brought his left leg into a partially bent position as your hands rested on his knees. Soon your left hands were clasped together, John’s large palm engulfed your small hand. You could feel him yet again playing with the ring on your finger. You’d been meaning to bring up the topic of the ring for a little while now, but it had never felt right. Now seemed like the perfect time to propose your idea.

“I’ve been thinking… about the ring -” You could feel John shift behind you in anticipation of what you were about to say, “And I think I’d like to keep this ring, instead of getting a new one.”

You waited for John to speak, but when it became clear that he was waiting for you to continue you obliged him.

“I just… I want a piece of you by my side. And a new ring would be lovely, but I want to know that for as long as I have this ring on my finger I have you by my side.” Tears began to well in your eyes as you spoke these thoughts out loud for the first time.

John flipped your hand over so that his was underneath yours. You could feel both of you shift your eyes to the ring in question. Carefully, Doc spoke, “Y/N, it would be my pleasure to have you wear my ring for the rest of your days.”

A sad smile crossed your lips as you nodded your head in relief. Turning, John placed a kiss on your temple, the sweet gesture melted the final bits of composure you had coursing through your body. The tears began to fall, and they were both happy and sad. You cried in thankfulness that the universe had brought this wonderful man into your life, and you cried with hatred because you knew that same universe would steal you away from each other far sooner than should ever be allowed. You cried for the beautiful memories that had been made and for the ones that would never come to pass. You cried for every milestone you were blessed enough to see and for every one that this terrible illness would keep from you. You cried for the moments you could never get back and for the ones you’d never live to see.

John held you tight as deep sobs shook your body. It pained him to the core to see you hurt like this… talk of marriage should be one of the happiest moments for a young person, but he knew better than anyone why it was truly a double edge sword. On one hand, finding you again after all this time was a dream he believed would never come true. So, having you in his arms, hearing you say how much you loved him… it was as if the universe was finally shining a brilliant light down upon him. But the thought of your death was never far out of reach. He had awoken on many nights covered in sweat, not because of his failing health, but because in his dreams he’d watched death unfold before him. Some nights it was him holding your dying body in his arms. Your fever-flushed skin burned white hot against his as you fought for consciousness. Other nights his dreams were filled with the sound of your screams as you watched his casket lowered into the ground. Your brothers holding you up as if without their strength you would have crumpled to the floor.

Breaking out of his own thoughts Doc finally found the courage to speak.

“Y/N, I… I know I’ve said it before, but I love you with my entire soul. Having you by my side helps me get up each morning, I truly don’t know where I’d be without you. And I know I act like I’m not scared of dying, and I think that used to be true, but now… God, I’d give anything to stay here with you, to grow old with you. And it scares me to think of a world without you in, and I know it’s selfish, but sometimes I-” John’s voice faltered, the words caught in his throat forcing him to pause for a moment, “sometimes I wish the grim reaper would take me first… I don’t think I can watch you die. But by the same token, the thought of leaving you here… it rips the breath from my lungs.”

You’d never seen John so broken and vulnerable. Moving slightly you turned so that you were sitting perpendicular to Doc on his lap. Your arms snaked around his body holding him tightly as he let his own emotions flow from his body. Resting your head on his shoulder you let yourself cry right along with him because every fear John had shared was mirrored in yourself. You too couldn’t imagine living in a world without John, in fact, many a night your prayer had been for God to pity you, and take the pair of you together, sparing the other the grief. But you knew the world didn’t work that way, and that one of you was going to be left standing here alone, with a hole in their heart that no one would ever be able to fill.

A great deal of time passed before either of you noticed. The darkening sky and distant sounds of thunder were the only reason the two of you moved at all. Standing, you reached down to Doc, offering him your hand. Gratefully, John took it and pulled himself up gently being sure to not put too much of his weight on you. Quietly you made your way over to the horses, you could feel John behind you.

“Ride with me Y/N.” You knew instinctively that John need to feel you close to him right now.

Nodding you moved out of the way, and let John get to work packing up the basket and tying the horses together. When he was ready he held out his hand and helped you into the saddle first. Once you were settled he joined you. John wrapped his arms around your waist and grabbed the reins. Clicking his teeth and driving his heel back, the horses began to move. The ride back into Tombstone was a quiet one, you spent most of the time building up the strength to confess.

“I’m terrified too. The thought of losing you, honestly it feels like more than I can bear. And I have prayed night after night that God would look at me with pity in his heart and take the pair of us together. But this world has rarely been kind to me, and I believe it’s foolish to think that God is listening to the pleas of a lowly lunger. So, I’ve tried… I’ve tried to wrap my mind around the idea of watching you die, but I can’t. But you promised me one thing, and if there’s one person in the world who I know will keep this promise, it’s you. You promised me, that it would always be you and me, come hell or high water. And I need you to know that that promise goes both ways, John. I promise I won’t shy away, even on the ugliest of days. It’s you and me to the bitter end, always.”

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miekasa · 4 years ago

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daylight’s wasting (you better kiss me)

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x reader

↯ genre and warnings: college au, fluff, someone please be gentle with this boy i’m begging you, jean and eren pretending they don’t give a fuck about each other whilst actually being best bros for the win

↯ word count: 2k

↯ summary: based off of that reddit post about some guy talking about his girlfriend washing his hair for the first time + hoping it fills a request for someone asking for reader playing with eren’s hair for the first time :’)

↯ notes: this is cross-posted and edited slightly from another blog in a completely separate fandom, so if you’ve seen it before, no you didn’t </2

Jean can’t say that he immediately noticed a pep in Eren’s step when the green-eyed boy met him in the library, but what he does notice is the stupid, dopey looking grin and starry-eyed gaze in his eyes that he’s sporting while he’s not doing his part for their project. And while Jean considers himself relatively attractive, he knows for sure Eren isn’t shy about making it known that he doesn’t; so the brunette doubts the literal heart eyes Eren has are for him.

“Eren? Eren, bro, are you good?” Jean calls, a dark eyebrow raised above his left eye. Eren barely registers the calls of his name, and it takes Jean waving his hands in front of the shorter’s face for him to wake from his trance, looking up at Jean with that same, longing smile (that’s, admittedly, starting to creep him the fuck out).

“Yeah,” Eren sighs, something reminiscent of a lovelorn cartoon prince, as he rests his elbow atop his notebook and his chin the palm of his hand, “I’m good.”

Jean looks at him, skeptical and confused. He shifts in his seat, but Eren’s eyes don’t follow—he just stares ahead, lost in thought and completely unaware of everything around him. He looks like a lovesick little bitch if you ask Jean. Or completely sloshed.

Slowly, Jean leads forward, eyebrows pinched, looking for streaks of red in Eren’s eyes, “Are you stoned right now?”

“What?” Eren pulls back, almost offended, “No, I’m not high—Jean, what the fuck?”

Jean simply shrugs, leaning back into his seat, “I dunno. Yesterday you were so stressed about your acrobatic salt cycle samples—”

“—Acetylsalicylic acid. It’s basically Asprin, and I wasn’t stressed, they just weren’t crystallizing the they way they’re supposed to—”

“I don’t fucking care. But now you look mellow as hell,” Jean cuts him off, “Just thought maybe you rolled a good one before coming here or something. Not that I’m judging, of course. But you’re much more of a lightweight than you think, so try not to go—”

“‘M not a fucking lightweight,” Eren groans, “You and Reiner are just heavy bodied.”

“Just admit you can’t hold your shit, Jaeger.”

“I’m not admitting shit. Mikasa makes strong drinks, that’s all.”

Jean grits his teeth at Eren’s stubborn antics, but lets it go. It’s not like the conversation was going anywhere, anyways. “If you’re not baked, then what’s got your head in the clouds?”

Eren shifts in his seat now, pulling his hand off the table, and into his lap. Jean’s suspicious eyebrow is quirked again, and that slightly creeped-out feeling is back when he spots Eren’s ears going red.

Jesus Christ, he just asked a simple question.

“Not that I care,” Jean tacks on, feigning disinterest, “But if it’s gonna keep you from doing your half of the project, just spill it already so we can get this shit over with.”

Eren rolls his eyes, but that blush is still there. He looks like he contemplates waving it off for a minute, before he sighs. “(Y/N) and I showered together yesterday,” he finally blurts.

Jean blinks. “Oh. So you got laid—”

“—No, no, it wasn’t like that!” Eren corrects him, the red on his ears spreading to his cheeks slowly, with every word that spills out of his mouth. Eren stutters, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck, “She just… She washed my hair.”

Eren sighs, flustered and frustrated, and annoyed that he looks like this in front of Jean’s horse-faced ass of all people; but he knows, that no matter how much shit Jean talks, he can rely on him. For better or (often times) for worse.

And Jean, for as hotheaded as he can get, and for as much as Eren annoys the shit of out him, knows how to read a room; and in this moment, he can see that Eren is actually coming to him with genuine emotions, other than masked anger and abrasiveness. So, the both of them concede; pull back from their usual pointed commentary, and listen to what the other has to say.

“Ah,” Jean comments, lamely; an embarrassed blush of his own growing on his face at his stupidity. The two sit in silence for a moment, before Jean speaks up again, “It’s, uh… It’s nice, right?”

Eren’s eyes snap to him, wide. He almost completely forgot that Jean’s in a committed relationship, too. The two don’t often go to each other for relationship advice, or… relationship venting, but Eren makes a mental note that maybe, just maybe, he should.

“Yeah,” Eren admits, “I don’t, uh, I don’t know how to explain it. It was just—”

“Relaxing?”

“Yeah. Like all the bullshit from school just melted away all of a sudden,” Eren confesses, “All she fucking did was wash my hair and hum for, like, five minutes, but I feel like… I don’t know. Good.”

Jean hums, acknowledging Eren’s words and mulling them over. “Loved,” he chimes in with an awkward cough, “Pretty sure that’s the word you’re looking for, Jaeger.”

Eren chokes on air, his eyes darting around the room. So, yeah, it’s still a little awkward, talking with Jean of all people about his relationship, and love, and all that gushy stuff; but, even Eren can admit, it’s comforting to know that someone knows what he’s feeling—even if that someone is Jean.

“You should tell her. Girls like that shit, when you tell em what you’re thinking, you know?” Jean comments, picking up his pen to resume scribbling in his notebook. He sounds nonchalant, but from the redness on his face, Eren can tell he’s just as flustered, and probably thinking about his own girlfriend. “Besides, you’ve been together for a long ass time now. Don’t know what you’re waiting for at this point.”

“Yeah,” Eren coughs, pretending to resume his own homework, “Yeah, I think I will.”

“Good,” Jean nods, “Now will you fucking paste your paragraph in the Google Doc so I can rewrite it and make it coherent.”

“Fuck you, it’s coherent as is.”

“As if. I’ve read your shit before, and it sounds like it was written by six year old on meth. You science majors can’t write to save your life.”

“Tough talk from someone who can’t do basic addition.”

“Derivatives and shit aren’t basic addition, they were created by a man who died a virgin. Tells me everything I need to know about them and you.”

Three days later, Eren finds himself alone in your off-campus apartment, laying on your bed, stomach to the mattress, while he tries to convince himself to study for his upcoming biology exam. He finds looking around your room to be much more interesting, though, and takes the time to notice things he hadn’t before.

There’s a small strip of images of the two of your in a clear mason jar on your nightstand—the newest addition to your collection—from the photo booth at the ice-skating rink you went to last week. Eren doesn’t know why you insist on going to every photo booth you come across, but who is he to deny you the pictures.

When he looks to your closet, he isn’t surprised to see two of his hoodies, one of his warm-up soccer uniforms, and last season’s hockey jersey hanging up. What does surprise him, is the way they’re all hung up next to each other, like they have their own little section amongst your clothing; like they were reserved, special almost. He bets they’re all probably washed and clean, too; because you take care of his things like that.

He thinks about how he has a few pairs of sweatpants and pajamas—hell, even a pair of slacks and a button-down from one of your fancier dates—all tucked away in his very own drawer in your dresser. The bucket hats thats you claim are oh-so ugly still have their own place in your room, hanging next to your belts. Even his psychology textbook sits on your desk, clearly set aside for him and taken care of, but still integrated amongst your other belongings.

You seem to be the only person who thinks Eren and all his baggage can have a place in your life. You seem to always have space for things to fit in, no matter how stupid, or ugly, or tattered they are; no matter how emotional, or lost, or impulsive he is. Nothing is out of place here, himself included.

Lost in his thoughts, Eren doesn’t register the sound of your front door opening, or your footsteps growing louder. In fact, he doesn’t register that you’re home at all, until you come padding into your bedroom, shaking your backpack off of your shoulders and setting it next to his on the ground.

“Hey, baby,” you greet him, almost offhandedly, as you place your coffee down on your desk. He doesn’t mind—actually the element of practiced casualness in your tone brings a kind of warmth to him, and makes his stomach flutter.

“Hey,” he smiles, a stupidly fond look in his eye as his watched you shimmy your jacket off of your shoulders.

Eren sits himself upwards, shifting so that his long legs dangle off the edge of your bed as he watching your silhouette move throughout your bedroom. When you’re finished removing all your layers and jewelry, you finally look to him, greeting him a second time as you walk towards him and your bed.

Eren cages you in when you reach him, his ankles wrapped on top of each other as he secures you standing between his legs. He wraps his arms loosely around your waist, while your fingers crawl up the nape of his neck.

“Your hair’s dry,” you hum, your fingers raking through his brown locks as if to make your point, “You didn’t shower yet?”

Eren shakes his head lightly, craning his neck forwards to tuck the cold tip of his nose into your collar. He holds you a little tighter when you smooth his hair down, one of your hands resting against the back of his neck, and lightly scraping at the hairs near his nape.

“How come?” you question innocently, “I thought your classes ended a few hours ago—did your lab go late again? You should tell your TA you have a life outside of trying to culture bacteria in a dish, you know.”

Eren chuckles lightly, but feels the concern in your voice tug heavily at his heart strings. You seem to really hate his lab TA.

“Wasn’t him this time,” Eren mumbles against your skin, “Was waiting for you.”

“Yeah? That gonna be a regular thing, now?”

“Wouldn’t mind,” Eren confesses, words barely audible as he buries his face into your neck. He tries tickle you with his eyelashes, shift the heat towards you, but you move out of reach too quickly; your hands on his shoulders, forcing him to sit upright.

He has to look up you, just slightly, and he hopes he doesn’t look like a complete blushing idiot. If he does, you don’t seem to mind, if the way you cup his face between your hands is any indication.

“Well then, come on. I bought two new loofahs yesterday.”

Eren follows you to the bathroom with a smile, borderline giggling with excitement all the way to the shower. When it comes down to it, he relishes in the feeling of your fingertips against his scalp, suds of shampoo cascading down his neck as you find amusement in coiling his hair into a bubbly mohawk.

It’s so mundane, so simple, yet overwhelmingly intimate the way you’re taking care of him—the way you always take care of him. It fills Eren to the brim with emotions he can’t even begin to convey with words.

And when you’ve had you’re fun, and made sure his hair is throughly clean and smells like apples, you take your body wash on the ball of his (his! his very own!) loofah, and scrub away at his back, down his shoulders, across his torso; and Eren can’t stop the tears from falling.

He realizes his must look bizzare, to be standing the middle of your shower, crying like a baby with soap and suds all over his body, but he can’t help himself.

“Eren? Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he assures you, hiccuping between his words and sniffling away any more tears that threaten to fall. You don’t seem convinced, and once again, Eren feels his heart swell at just the sheer thought at you’d hold even an ounce of concern for him the way you do.

“You’re crying, Eren,” you point out, voice soft, but clearly concerned, as you reach your hands up to cup his face again, “Did I hurt you? What’s wr—”

Eren cuts you off by wrapping you in a hug, hoping—praying—you know that you could never hurt him. The two of you spend nearly five whole minutes like that, your arms wrapped around each other’s middles, with warm water pouring over your naked skin. Eren can feel you pressing shallow kisses into his chest, and he feels his heart physically swell every time your lips make contact with his skin.

It’s on the fifth, quiet press of your lips that Eren knows he can’t hold it in anymore; pulls away from your embrace to look you in your eyes.

“I love you,” he finally confesses, with wet hair stuck to his forehead, and teary eyes. It’s hardly a picture perfect moment, but Eren can’t bring himself to care; he needs you to know.

But, of course, you already did. “I know, Eren,” you say with a smile, kissing his chin, and then on the tips of your toes, his lips, “And I love you more.”

#aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren x you #eren smut #eren fluff #aot imagines #snk imagines #levi x reader #jean x reader

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icequeenbae · 4 years ago

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Stay with Me (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Long-distance relationship, established relationship, grumpy Baek, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, upset sex (is there such a thing), oral (f receiving), consent is not explicitly stated but implied

Word Count: ~2.6k

Summary: Baekhyun was upset because you had to leave again. His frustration made things escalate to an unexpected extent. He might’ve just wanted to make you late for the plane though.

Let’s celebrate my first ‘writing comeback’ anniversary together ❤❤❤ [February 17, 2020 – forever]

Author’s Note: Soooo… This was actually the first fic I wrote after many years of my writer’s coma. Wasn’t going to post it, but it’s important to save the date. A year ago during a business trip I was listening to Baekhyun’s ‘Stay Up’ in the backseat of a cab, and it suddenly got to me in a very new and profound way. As soon as I got to the hotel, the doc was created. Countless sleepless nights later, I can admit that I haven’t really stopped writing ever since.

Baekhyun isn’t just my bias or my favourite character to write, he’s so much more special to me than that. I’m not sure how long this journey is going to last or where it leads me, but so far he’s gifted me with one full year of this magic. He’ll always have a precious spot in my heart 🤍

Okay, done with the sappy times now (no). As usual – big thanks to @baekshoney for having a look, and I hope you guys enjoy this little oneshot!

This was one of those days. One of the days you hated, and Baekhyun didn’t do much to make it better for you. On the contrary, he was sulking since early morning. First, because you’d left him alone in bed and he woke up being cold. Then he just kept getting annoyed with everything. Why were you having coffee for breakfast again, when you should sleep on the plane? Why weren’t you packing snacks, when the airport food always made your stomach upset? You should’ve definitely worn one of his hoodies, since none of yours were warm and comfy enough, did he have to remind you?

Yes, this was the day you had to fly back home, leaving him behind once again. Which was exactly what brought his tsundere ways to the surface. He was just… upset.

‘Baby, it’s not the first time I’m going home, I’ll be fine,’ you grinned at his grumpy expression and poured him a cup of coffee as soon as he sat his butt down on the kitchen stool.

Baekhyun wasn’t exactly subtle in how he felt about you going away. The two of you had been doing this ‘long-distance thing’ since the very beginning of your relationship. You’d met during your first ever trip to Korea around two years ago and instantly clicked – just like that – not spending a single day without at least a quick message exchange with one another.

It was tough at times. There was no way for you to see each other more frequently, and you were often apart for months. Granted, you were keeping in touch religiously – texting every single day, having video calls every other night (whenever you could manage the schedules and time zones), posting ambiguous pictures on social media only for each other to understand. Still, you missed each other so terribly…

‘I don’t understand why you have to go anyway, you can just stay here with me,’ Baekhyun grumbled, eyeing the kitchen floor with a frown. You pursed your lips to contain the coo about to fly out of your mouth at how cute he was, pouting and complaining. Like an angry little bird. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out your hand and ruffled his already messy bedroom hair.

The way his nose scrunched up meant he wasn't in the mood to be playful. You sighed and leaned on the corner of the kitchen table.

‘You know I have work to get back to, Bae, I can’t be on vacation all year long.’

He was being rather childish about your departure, especially when you were already fully dressed and ready to go. The only thing stalling you was that Chanyeol, who insisted on being your ride to the airport today, hadn’t come to pick you up just yet, giving you some time to smooth over your boyfriend’s feathers.

Truth be told, you were only holding up the appearances for him. It was very possible that you were even more upset about having to go than he was. In fact, every time your week or two together were nearing an end, you felt nauseous at the thought that you wouldn’t be able to see his face, or hold his hand, or feel his warm breath on your skin, or kiss the tiny mole on his cheek.

In all honesty, you were... a mess. You only displayed yourself as calm and collected during your goodbyes because you knew his moodiness was merely a tactic to conceal his pain. So, you tucked your own feelings away to make it a bit more manageable for him. In reality, you broke down as soon as you arrived home and walked into your lifeless apartment. Each time, you had to find excuses and avoid talking to him via video messengers during those initial weeks, pretending to suddenly be swamped at work. You realized that seeing your eyes all red and puffy from crying every night would most definitely break his heart and worsen his longing. That you knew, because seeing him unhappy was excruciating. You wanted more than anything to deliver him from any further suffering.

It took all of your self-restraint not to reach out for his warm embrace or let the tears flow freely. He’d probably not let you go then, always telling you to just stay with him anyways. But you were both adults and had commitments, although hundreds and thousands of miles apart.

As your eyes were beginning to prick from observing his state and getting overwhelmed with your own feelings, you decided it was safer to move out ten minutes early, despite the call from Yeol not coming through yet. Anything to not let Baekhyun see you cry or cling to him desperately the way you wished to in that moment.

‘Well, you can pout all you want, I’m going to get my stuff,’ you said in an airy tone trying to elevate his mood slightly.

‘No.’

He stopped you in your tracks, grabbing your wrist. You gazed at him, confused as to what he meant. He was still looking down, eyebrows knitted together and chest heaving with almost anxious breaths.

‘Bae?’

‘No,’ he repeated, softer this time, but still not making eye contact with you. Instead, he tugged at your wrist and pulled you closer to him. You felt his grasp weaken until your wrist was free, however, your waist was not. His arms snaked around it, and he pulled you into himself, basically nuzzling his face into your chest.

‘Baekhyun?’ You squeaked, doing your best to fight off the goosebumps that littered your skin immediately after the contact. Your body never once asked for permission to react to him, and this time was no exception. His right hand traveled down your spine to the curve of your ass as his nose nudged one of your breasts. You shivered, grabbing at his shoulders, and he suddenly growled, knowing, sensing that your nipples had already perked up underneath the fabric of your bra.

Although he was trying to put you into one of his many oversized hoodies all the time, it was summer, so you were wearing a sundress (like any sane person would). Lucky for Baekhyun, this type of clothing made it even easier for him.

He rose from his seat and hoisted you up so abruptly that you only managed to yelp and grab at his neck for balance. You were then placed on the empty side of the dining table away from the leftover breakfast. Looking down at where your boyfriend’s hands were, you watched him frantically pull your dress up, before coming to your senses and trying to stop him.

‘Bae… What are you doing? Yeol is gonna be here any minute, we can’t just f…ugh!’ You cried out in surprise as he yanked your hips forcefully up to his face, completely ignoring your words. There’s no way he was going to...

‘Baekhyunie, please stop, you know I’m going to be late, what is…’ He didn’t even let you finish your rant, leaving a trail of insistent wet kisses upon the sensitive skin along the panty line while leading up to your protruding hip bone. Breath caught up in your throat, you couldn’t get the rest of the sentence out even if you wanted to. Did you really want to? With his head right there between your thighs, his dark burning eyes looking at you – completely immobilized by him – in the most intense and intimate way possible. His lips were glistening after he ran his tongue over them habitually, and when he leaned in and licked at your still clothed center, you belatedly realized that you weren’t even breathing. The realization only came with the wheezing gasp you’d let out, when your legs wrapped around his head as if on cue. Like fuel to the fire, your responsiveness only spurred him on. You didn’t even have time to realize that your boyfriend had already moved your panties out of the way when his impatient lips were on you again.

‘B- Baekhyun…’ You muttered, reaching your hand down to give pushing his head away a feeble try. ‘We can’t do this now, please stop... the airport…’

His ears seemed deaf to your reluctant pleas as he only employed more of his tongue to make you lose the last bits of your sober mind completely, melting and thrashing underneath his touch. He eased one of your thighs off of his shoulder, pushing it up and spreading you out before diving back in, paying no attention to your increasingly disheveled state.

At this point you could only sob, speech incoherent, all attempts to push him away or close your legs futile. And that alone made him grow feverish with the need to be inside you, to feel you once again before he had to let you go.

He was really good with his mouth, as usual, so by the time one of his hands left your thigh to tease you a little further with his long deft fingers you were so ready to take more that you barely registered the burn of two digits sliding inside. You were still a little sore from the night before, which you’d spent making love for hours on end, knowing that you won’t be touching each other anytime soon. But that was meaningless now.

His tongue expertly swirled around your clit, while his wrist found a familiar angle that always made you get vocal. Your back arched instantly as you cried out his name, barely grasping that you were still tugging at his soft locks and possibly causing discomfort. It was clear that your release was mere seconds away with your legs shaking and inner muscles clenching, and that was exactly where Baekhyun wanted you. Aching for his touch, needing him as much as he needed you. Just the two of you, caught up in the act of lustful desperation.

He’d worked his tongue diligently, almost pushing you over the edge by sucking on your most sensitive spot for just a second, and... then you suddenly felt him pull away.

‘No, no- what?’ You could barely form sentences, let alone complain, but your frenzied tone made his already rock-hard flesh twitch. His pants were down in seconds, and there wasn’t even a thought of pausing to get a condom on or cool off a little bit. You were both on the verge of getting overwhelmed by this passionate longing when... your phone suddenly lit up, indicating an incoming call. Before you could snap out of the moment you were having, Baekhyun had you flat on your back, all slick and ready for him to push inside. And that he did — in one quick and rough movement, filling you up and giving you no time to even make a sound before his hips tested you out with a couple of low amplitude thrusts. The table moved slightly, soft clanking of tableware falling on deaf ears. Meanwhile, Baekhyun grabbed onto your hips, lifting your ass in the air for more control over the penetration.

‘Baek, I swear… You have like 2 minutes before Chan-’ A vicious thrust reached further than before, definitely getting your friend’s name out of your mind for good. And anything else for that matter.

Baekhyun snapped his hips as if he wanted to get as deep as humanly possible, as if he wanted to literally ruin you, and you could only scratch at his forearm while losing yourself in the feeling of his hips colliding with yours and the delectable sounds the action produced.

‘Baby,’ Baekhyun suddenly breathed out hoarsely, eyebrows knitted together as if in pain, ‘I can’t hold it off-’

Hearing his voice so strenuous and somehow vulnerable, you threw your head back and closed your eyes, spreading your legs further apart to allow him to better angle his powerful thrusts.

Your limbs were starting to grow numb and the veins on your neck popped when you moaned, and that’s when Baekhyun let out a strained ‘ah’, holding you in place by the hips to give you his erratic final thrusts.

In that moment you felt like something snapped inside you. Your core was tight around your lover’s cock, your body shaking in pre-orgasmic bliss, and you’d never experienced it this way. You felt so full and content in this moment when he was still moving his hips and groaning stiffly above you, riding out his high. There was nothing else he needed to do to take you along. The sensation of his warmth inside you made you pulsate, wailing so loudly that Baekhyun had to cover your mouth with his palm. He kept going for a bit to prolong your orgasm and let you slowly come back to your senses.

Your eyes stared vacantly at the kitchen ceiling and your throat was dry, although Baekhyun’s hand was still clasped over your mouth. When both of you managed to catch your breath, you just gazed at each other for a few long moments. You were so spent that you couldn’t even read the semi-blank expression on his face. He slowly slipped his palm off of your face, still hovering over your body.

‘Baekhyunie…’ You murmured, touching his cheek gently. He was usually lowkey annoyed whenever you went on to kiss the little mole on his face instead of his lips. This time, however, he only lowered his head further to let you do your thing. You pressed your lips to the tiny dot on his skin, leaning back onto the table to find his eyes with your own.

‘I love you,’ he suddenly whispered in a broken voice, then cleared his throat and started over. ‘I really want you to stay with me.’

It was… bittersweet.

You winced, feeling him pull out, and accepted his help sitting up. Holding your boyfriend close by the shirt, you nudged his nose with yours and looked up to his sad dejected eyes.

‘I know, Bae,’ your voice sounded as uplifting as you could manage. ‘I will find a way to come see you on tour in the next couple of months, I promise.’

Baekhyun was about to say something else if not for the sudden ring of his phone that made both of you snap out of your tiny little world.

‘Dang, I bet it’s Yeol. Pick up!’ You pushed your boyfriend towards the phone and eased down from the table, grabbing the tissues to clean up quickly.

‘Yes,’ Baekhyun responded.

‘Are you two fucking?!’ Your nose scrunched up at Chanyeol’s vulgar shout.

‘Yes?’ At this you paused and smacked Baekhyun’s pec for the shameless (yet truthful) response. ‘Whoa- feisty. Chanyeol-ah, better hang up before you hear her- Ow!’ He raised an arm to defend himself from your playful hits.

‘You realize that if you do not come down in ten you’re most likely missing the flight?’ You heard Chanyeol reply after a frustrated sigh.

‘Not a problem for m-’ Baekhyun was interrupted by your yell.

‘We’re gonna be down in ten, please check the fastest routes to the airport, Yeolie!’

You ran out of the kitchen barely catching Baekhyun’s grumbling as he repeated after you.

‘Yeolie. Why the hell does she even call you that. It’s not like you- What? Shut up, you bastard!’

You smiled to yourself. At least his friends knew how and when to mess with him. If you weren’t there… They got him. He'd be okay. And with that you were happy for now.

A/N:This piece was my reintroduction to writing, and I’d love to hear any type of comments you have^^ Thank you guys for all the interaction and amazing responses so far, I cherish each and every one of them. You're the best <3

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snarkwrites · 4 years ago

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first; jimmy darling | ahs:freakshow [ m]

Notes:

So.. I am.. quite rusty. It's been a while since I sat down and wrote anything at all, let alone anything smutty. Recently, I got back into watching American Horror Story and naturally, I started with one of my personal favorite seasons, Freak Show.

I'm not saying this oneshot is going any further than that.. But I did do certain things to leave the door open for that. Only if you guys think you'd like to see more. If not, this smutty first time idea is OUT of my head, rust is being written off... Hopefully.

Warning:

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First time / virgin OFC, body fluids, unprotected sex... Very.. emotional.

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“ It’s your turn, Jenny… downstairs.”

Anna’s words drew me out of my own thoughts and I swallowed hard, staring at the basement door for a few seconds; unsure of what I’d let Anna and my friends talk me into. Trying to convince myself it wasn’t a big deal and that girls like me = the plain ones, the shy ones, we didn’t have many options when it came to becoming a woman. Reminding myself that I was the one who wanted this. That it was either Jimmy Darling or Dandy Mott and I’d rather die than let Dandy Mott within a foot of me.

,, Then there’s the fact that when you saw Jimmy in the diner last week, there was this magnets pull. That feeling like you’d known him your whole life… Not to mention the dreams it stirred up after.”

Bearing the thoughts in mind, I took a deep breath and stood. My legs were shaky and my heart was pounding away at my chest like it wanted to break free. I reached for the doorknob and Anna called out with a gentle, teasing laugh, “Oh come on, don’t back down. If it helps… He’s real gentle. Real sweet.”

I swallowed hard again, nodding. Turning my back to the other girls and reaching for the doorknob all over again. It felt like everything was passing by in slow motion, from stepping through the basement door, walking down the stairs, but finally, I stood in the basement.

The brunette male glanced up at me. The others had been whispering all night about his magical hands… The things he could do with those webbed fingers of his, but all I could do was stare at his eyes. Drown in the molten brown depths silently.

“C’mon doll. I don’t bite.” Jimmy spoke up, flashing me the teasing grin of a charmer. The kind of grin that normally, I’d think was too easy, too relaxed. The kind of grin that spelled trouble most of the time.

His smooth coaxing tone when he spoke caught me off guard, making me focus on what was about to happen and not just my own thoughts. My heart sped up just a little more.

I took a step towards him, twisting a mousy brown strand around my fingertips. “Yeah.. Anna, she told me you were gentle.” I managed to mumble as I gazed up at him.

He stepped closer. Smiled down at me.

During all this, I hadn’t gazed down at his hands a single time. He hadn’t dropped my gaze a single time, either, those eyes locked on mine. Almost as if he were staring right into my soul. I took a shaky breath.

He eyed me for a few seconds. Swallowing hard. I watched his throat bob as his eyes settled on my lips and he cleared his throat and asked me quietly, “Do I know you? You remind me of somebody.”

I shook my head no. Despite the very vivid recurring dreams that started after I saw him in the diner. Because there wasn’t any way I could know him, I’ve lived in Florida since I was born.

,, but what about the dreams you had when you were a kid? That you lived in a little travel trailer?”

Jimmy didn’t seem to believe me, but he didn’t dwell on it. “Anna told me you were wantin’ more.” he chuckled quietly. Raising a webbed hand, raking it over a soft mess of brown curls as he looked me up and down. Waiting on an answer.

That answer felt like it was stuck in my throat. My mouth opened and closed and all I could do was nod.

He stepped closer; continued to speak. Calm and quiet, soft. “You sure? Because you don’t look real sure right now, doll.”

His hands skimmed over my sides. I didn’t flinch away or anything. I just stood there. Staring. Trying to will myself to answer. Trying to reconcile both this magnetism I felt pulling me to Jimmy and the fact that despite having never met him before in my life, he felt so familiar, as if I’d known him a lifetime.

“Anna told me I was gonna like you.” he stepped just a little closer, our bodies brushing. His hands still skimming over my sides, going still at the hip. He stared me down, waiting. Chuckling quietly. “C’mon, doll. You gotta talk to me.”

And finally, I managed to speak.

“I’m sure. I… I want to do this.” I stammered out quietly. I managed a smile. Reaching down into the pocket of my pale pink dress for the money I’d bought with me. “I’ll, uhh.. I’ll even pay extra.” I stumbled over my words, keeping my eyes trained on my feet.

He laughed quietly. Reaching up and tucking webbed fingers beneath my chin as he made me look at him. He shook his head no. “Keep your money, doll. Normally, I’d take you up on it. But I’m feelin generous tonight.”

I started to protest. I knew he needed the money, that was the whole reason Anna was throwing this party. She’d talked to him when he stuck around after her mom’s Tupperware party the week before and he’d mentioned money being tight.

Despite my attempt at protesting, he caught hold of my hand with his other hand. Shaking his head no all over again. “Relax.” he coaxed gently as he closed the distance between our bodies. The contrast of hard muscle against my softness had me exhaling sharply. Staring up at him quietly, in awe.

“Just curious here.. How far have you gone before, doll?” Jimmy asked.

I bit my lip and took a shaky breath. “Kissin. And I wasn’t so good at that, either.” I mumbled quietly.

“Maybe you were kissin the wrong man, doll.” Jimmy muttered as his fingers tangled in loose waves, using his grip on my hair to pull my mouth into his. Rough lips bumped against my mouth clumsily, latching on to my bottom lip as his free hand lowered, settling on my hip. He rubbed me against him and my breath caught in my throat, a gasp breaking free and lingering in the space between our mouths before being swallowed, Jimmy’s tongue tracing the outline of my lips as it slipped between them.

“ Anna was right.” Jimmy muttered breathlessly as I raised my arms, slipping them around his neck. Molding myself against him even more. “Oh?” I mumbled in a daze as the kiss deepened and my teeth latched onto his bottom lip, tugging, making him growl quietly as he continued, “When she said I was gonna like you, she was right.” and chuckled to himself quietly as the kiss broke and we pulled apart to breathe.

My thighs were starting to get slick and this dull throbbing ache was settling in. He scooped me up and stepped over to the mattresses nearby, dropping me on top of them carefully. Lowering himself to settle on top of me. One rough webbed hand caressed my cheek as he rocked himself against me.

I whimpered quietly, feeling the way he strained against worn denim. My hand disappeared between us, shaking fingers trying to pull the button of his jeans free. He chuckled quietly, burying his mouth in mine all over again as he lowered the hand placed on my cheek, guiding my hand away from the button of his jeans. I whined and rocked myself against him clumsily and he muttered softly against my ear, “We got all night, doll. I’m gonna take my time with you, sweetheart.”

The warmth of his breath against my skin sent an electric tingle racing through my body. My fingertips dug deeper into broad shoulders and I met his gaze, nodding.

The music from upstairs drifted down and the door at the top of the stairs banged shut quietly as it faded away, leaving nothing behind but the sound of our heavy breathing. Jimmy pressed into me a little more, carefully. Pulling his face away to stare down at me.

“My hands scare ya?” Jimmy questioned quietly. The tension that crept into his body as he waited on me to answer had me trying to get closer. Pulling him down on top of me completely. Raising one of my hands to his cheek and rolling my thumb over his bottom lip. Trying to relax him as he’d done for me earlier. I shook my head no. Gazing back up at him. Reaching for one of his hands. Wrapping mine around it. “Not at all, Jimmy.” I answered.

My answer seemed to have him taken aback. For seconds that seemed to stretch to hours, we lie there, staring at one another. His eyes searching mine. Maybe he thought I was lying. I wasn’t. I was being totally honest.

“Anna told me somethin else, doll…” Jimmy muttered at last, breaking the silence between us. Dragging his fingers over my cheeks as he gazed at me thoughtfully.

“Yeah?” I breathed out the word heavily, reaching up to caress his cheek. Pulling his face down, putting his mouth closer to mine. “What’d she tell you?” I breathed out as my lips brushed against his clumsily, latching onto the corner.

“She told me about what you said. When you saw me at the diner last week?”

I felt my cheeks heating up. Oh, I remembered exactly what I’d told Anna. It wouldn’t do me any good to play coy, I knew I couldn’t hide it if I tried. There was just something about those deep and thoughtful brown eyes as they locked on me, waiting on an answer.

“Which part?” I asked, my words coming in short and breathless pants as I dared to graze my lips against his.

That handsome and charming smile was back as his mouth crashed against mine all over again and he mumbled softly, “ The part about you saying I was a handsome guy. Oh, and my favorite part, me havin the kinda lips you longed to kiss… Color me curious doll, is it turnin out to be everything you imagined?”

I let out a ragged breath. At least she’d told him the tamest of the things I’d confessed to her when she kept bugging me about why I was staring so hard at the guy. I smiled up at him, gasping as he pressed himself into me a little more, pinning me flat against the bed. “ You are. Too handsome for me, actually. As far as the kissable lips,” I breathed out the words as I pulled away slightly to stare at him, “ Beyond what I imagined.”

Rough and webbed fingertips pressed against my soft lips as he shook his head and hushed what I’d been about to say. “Don’t say that, doll. Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? Do ya?” as he bucked himself against me. Grabbing hold of my hand, guiding it down to the bulge strained at worn denim. “Do you feel what you’re doin to me? Trust me, doll. When I say you’re gorgeous and I want you real bad, I mean it.”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not, I’m really not.”

I wanted to believe him, but I was smarter than that. When you hear enough people tell you otherwise, you start to accept what you hear as fact.

His lips strayed from mine, dancing down my neck. I rubbed against him and he growled quietly, one of his hands drifting down to squeeze my hip, rocking himself into me. Catching my gaze and licking his lips as he took several shaky and drawn out breaths. His mouth brushing against mine just barely. Enough to tease. “You are.” he rocked himself against me all over again and I lowered my hand, palming at the front of his jeans. Whimpering as that needy ache built to a fever pitch.

I could feel myself starting to drip. The more his mouth and hands roamed. The harder he pressed into me and the more he rocked against me, the wetter I became. He crashed his mouth against mine again and muttered into a deep kiss, “There’s too much keepin us apart right now, sweetheart.”

I nodded in agreement, despite knowing that nobody had ever seen me naked before.

,, You were the one who said you wanted to change that… Remember? And tonight feels special. Better than you thought it was going to feel. He’s being so gentle and thoughtful.”

He tried to unbutton the front of my dress and untie the tie at the waist himself, but I could tell he was having problems. I sat up. Jimmy was agitated with himself, apologetic with me, sitting on the edge of the mattresses, staring at his hands as he grumbled quietly about not being able to do something as simple as undress me. I tapped his shoulder and caught his face in my hands, crashing my mouth against his. “It’s okay. It’s fine. I… I can help.” I offered in a quiet whisper.

“If I wasn’t a freak, you wouldn’t have to, sweetheart.” Jimmy muttered, shaking his head. Dropping his gaze. It hit me then, just how insecure Jimmy Darling, the man with the magic fingers, truly was. I bit my lip and took a few shaky breaths, pulling myself together. Gathering up the nerve. I’d come too far to be talked out of what I wanted, my reason for letting Anna set this up for me tonight.

All I had to do was follow through.

“Could you turn around?” I asked the question timidly. Jimmy chuckled. Biting his lip as he stared at me for a few long seconds before nodding and turning to face the wall. I unbuttoned and untied the dress, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. Leaving me in my pale pink slip.

I slipped off the mattresses, walking up behind him. Pressing against his back. Jimmy turned around, his eyes roaming hungrily. “You sure you wanna do this? With me?”

“For the last time. Yes. It has to be you, okay? I… I want you.” I muttered as I rose to tiptoe, pulling his mouth against mine. My hand dropped between us, tugging up the white tank top over his head. Letting it settle on the floor as soon as I got it off him. I drug my fingers down his chest, giving a soft giggle when I heard him growl quietly and felt him shiver a little at the soft touch. My fingers hooked in the waistband of his jeans and I paused, staring up at him. Swallowing hard. Trying to keep my nerve.

He gulped and stepped into me. I took a few steps back as he nodded towards the mattresses behind me, standing still when the backs of my knees brushing against the edge of the mattress. He pushed me down gently. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting them pool to the ground. Jimmy tugged his boxers down, his thick cock springing free. Making me stare, my eyes widening at the sight of it, standing at attention, the tip glistening with precum. I swallowed hard, muttered mostly to myself, “It’s so big, I…” as I wondered if I could take all of him.

Jimmy chuckled. Settling between my legs to keep them spread as he leaned down and crashed his mouth against mine. “It’s not gonna hurt long, doll. I promise. I’ll be real gentle, okay?”

“O-okay.” I muttered. Jimmy tugged the slip up my body, letting me sit up so he could pull it off completely. Then he gently pushed me flat against the mattresses all over again, his thick cock rubbing right against my throbbing, wet center and making me gasp and writhe against him, desperate for friction, for anything that might help the ache.

“No panties, huh?” Jimmy mused in awe as he worked his mouth down the side of my neck.

“I…” I whimpered, fingers curling against the mattress and carding through his hair as he rubbed against me all over again and gazed down at me. “I knew what I was coming to do tonight.. Wanted to make it easier for you...”

Jimmy chuckled. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” his voice was velvet and gravel and a stubble lined jaw brushed against my skin, sending shivers through my body all over again. One of his hands captured both of mine over my head, holding them against the mattress as his mouth latched onto my neck carefully. Too carefully.

“Jimmy, c’mon.” I begged breathlessly.

“What do you want, doll? Use your words. C’mon, talk to me.” Jimmy coaxed, locking eyes with me as he tilted my face so that I couldn’t look away.

“Kiss my neck… Like you were before…”

“It might leave marks behind, doll… You don’t want me doin that, do ya?”

“I do.” I gasped as his the tip of his cock teased against my opening, turning a dull throb into a pounding ache that had my stomach coiling and had me dripping even more. “If I leave marks, doll.. Means somethin. Somethin a little more than what you came down here for tonight… Ya understand, sweetheart?” Jimmy’s eyes settled on me expectantly and he licked his lips as he let them roam.

“What’s it mean?” I asked quietly. Clinging to him as best as I could. Pulling him down on top of me even more. I wanted him closer. What I really wanted was to feel him buried inside me, but given my lack of experience, I felt it was for the best if I let Jimmy take the lead here.

“Means you’re my girl.” Jimmy’s mouth caught against mine, his lips locking on my top one. I felt his hand slip down between us, fingers dragging slow over my wet sex as he gave a quiet growl. He stared me down, curious gleam in his eyes. “I don’t think you want that, doll. Trust me.”

“ What if I do?” I asked, rubbing against him. Begging for more. Repeating my question when he didn’t say anything because I wanted him to know that I chose him and tonight for a reason. Otherwise, I’d have kept on the way I’ve been living. I just wanted him. I needed him. “What if I do, Jimmy Darling? Is that so bad?”

Jimmy blinked in shock. Bit his lip as he seemed to mull it over. His fingers slipping inside my throbbing sex, working me open carefully. Slowly. Stopping quickly when I tensed and grimaced at the sharp sting of pain that came with being stretched out for the first time. Waiting until I started to relax and tried to rock myself against his fingers, desperate for some kind of relief, anything to dull the ache.

“You’re jokin.” he muttered as he pressed into me, his mouth against the shell of my ear, nipping at my earlobe. “You can’t want that, sweetheart. I got nothin to offer. Nothin.”

“Maybe I do. There’s something about you, I… I can’t explain it. I don’t want things, okay? I don’t want empty words. I want you.”

“There’s something about you too, doll… But the life I live.. My hands…” Jimmy countered, stubborn. His fingers worked me open even more. Thrusting deeper inside, scissoring. I gasped and arched my back, clinging to him.

“It’s better than what I have going on. Quiet little librarian. No family. Nothing keeping me here. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I saw you in the diner. I even dream about you, Jimmy Darling.”

He chuckled huskily against my neck. His lips finally latching on, suction forming. His fingers slowed and I got a chance to catch my breath, relax a little. I could feel a mark forming on my neck. “We’ll see, okay? If you don’t try and find me after tonight, guess I’ll have my answer.”

I had no doubt in my mind. I was going to take any chance I could to try and find him.

Things happen for a reason.

“Jimmy, p-please.” I stammered out, rocking as best as I could against his scissoring fingers, “I need you now.”

His mouth dove against mine all over again. Needier. Deeper and more frantic. “Now, huh?” he muttered lazily as the kiss finally broke.

“Now.” I begged, rocking myself against his fingers as they scissored in and out of me faster and faster. My stomach coiled tight and my breath caught in my throat. I dug my fingers into his shoulder and the mattress and I tried to dig my heels in too, but nothing helped. I needed friction. I was so close to getting off that frustrated tears stung my eyes. “Please, baby?”

The term of endearment seemed to make something within him snap.

“It’s gonna hurt a little. I can’t help that, doll.” he groaned against my neck as his lips moved over it erratically. His cock teased against my sex and I tensed a little as it buried inside me. He stilled on top of me, peppering kisses and gentle nips against my face and neck, dragging his tongue over the outline of my lips as he stared down at me with a tender gaze before muttering quietly, “You okay now, sweetheart?”

“Mhm.” I mumbled, grazing my lips against his neck as I rocked myself into him, determined to get friction, one way or another. “Jimmy, c’mon. Please?”

He flashed me a tender smirk. “Like I’m gonna deny you anything, doll.” he mumbled as he started to slowly fuck into me, a hand moving down to my hip, stopping my movements. “Let me take care of ya, okay?”

I nodded, pouting up at him. His hips crashed against mine slow and steady and when his mouth found mine, my tongue slipped past his lips eagerly. The kiss deepened to a point where I felt myself getting light-headed. Clinging to him as I moaned his name over and over, making him smirk each time I did and it got a little louder. When the kiss broke, I muttered softly, “When do I get to take care of you, huh?”

“Later, sweetheart.” Jimmy promised as his cock buried inside me completely, stretching and overfilling me, making me grip onto him tighter. My lips grazing against his neck and latching on, leaving a small mark behind and making him growl, start to pound away at me a little harder and faster before he had to slow down all over again.

I clung to him, whimpering. Begging him for my release.

“Not yet, doll. Not done with you yet. You feel too fucking good.” Jimmy groaned into my mouth as his lips engulfed mine. His cock strummed against my spot and I writhed beneath him, dragging my fingers up and down his back, stopping when he tensed up just a little and winced.

“Sorry.”

“ ‘S okay, doll.” he muttered into the deepening kiss. My orgasm built to an almost blinding ache that had me shaking, barely able to hold on as he fucked me deep into the mattresses beneath me, his hips slamming into mine erratically, his hands and mouth all over me.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, doll. Don’t wanna stop.” he breathed against the shell of my ear, “But I can’t hold on much longer… Let go for me?”

I needed no coaxing at all. My orgasm tore through me, leaving me shivering and shaking as I struggled to keep the pace he set. His hips stammered and he rose up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, driving him even deeper inside, “Don’t stop.. C’mon, baby. Let go.” I coaxed breathlessly.

He bit his lip, staring down at me as he slowed down, tried to pull himself back from the edge. I clung to him, rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts and despite him trying to still my hips, I managed to keep going, making him shiver and melt against me as the warmth of his release flooded me, making me moan all over again as he settled on top of me, capturing my hands in his and burying his mouth against mine.

He collapsed to the mattress, pulling me against him as his arms wrapped around me. I went to say something but he shushed me, muttering quietly, “Let’s just lay here. I just…I wanna lay here, hold you and pretend.”

I wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to pretend anything, but I knew he wouldn’t hear it. I knew I’d have to prove him wrong.

And honestly, I was fine with it.

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❝ not alone ❞, l.ty

synopsis → “you know, every reset we’re supposed to forget everyone and everything but no matter what i can never seem to forget how happy you make me.”

word count → 2.5k

warnings → angsty!!! the plot may not make sense since it’s literally 1 in the morning oops

a/n → i hope this concept makes sense and it isn’t too confusing or messy!! if it is just shoot me an ask i would be more than happy to clarify :] anyway i actually like the outcome of this but i am too tired to go back and reread it all for any mistakes so i just hope google docs has my back lol gn everyone

7:00 A.M.

the alarm you set for every year at the exact hour goes off at its appointed time, much to your dismay. the mere sound of your phone beeping has a knot forming in your stomach. you wished it would stop, that everything would just stop but that was beyond unrealistic. in fact, you felt foolish for even letting yourself think like that. no matter how badly you wanted things to change, they never would. you would have to endure the same things every year.

you had struggled to fall asleep the night before, that exact thought on your mind and the dread of facing the following day eating away at you. you had only managed to get some rest because of taeyong, who held onto you tightly and caressed your hair as he whispered sweet words to ease you into much needed sleep.

but the day was here now and there was no amount of romantic words or tender touches that would change that. there was absolutely nothing either of you could do about it.

you lean over towards your nightstand to turn off the alarm and taeyong stirs when he feels you begin to shift around in his arms. you lay beside him, staring up at the ceiling as he slowly begins to wake up. he yawns and stretches his limbs out on the mattress which was routinely for him. this would usually be followed by him trying to give you a smooch only for you to squirm away, giggling as you complained about his morning breath.

it is not one of those mornings.

8:09 A.M.

you end up having cereal for breakfast, another big switch up from your routine. normally, you two would browse the internet in search of a recipe that looked promising and try your best to recreate it. you would end up with flour, sugar and dirty dishes all over the place but you never cared. then you would sit at the couch, happily enjoying the finished product and chatting with the tv playing softly in the background.

that morning you sit at the dinner table silently, the cereal in your bowls going soggy before either of you had made a dent in it. you had lost any appetite and from the looks of it so has taeyong.

“you should eat.”

you glance up at your boyfriend. he isn’t eating either, instead he focuses on dipping his spoon into his cereal, bringing it above the bowl only to let it fall back in again. you put your silverware down. “i don’t think i can.”

he hums softly, agreeing with you. “are you nervous?”

it went without saying that you were both terrified. but you know he’s just trying to make conversation. you just nod your head anyway.

10:31 A.M.

you and taeyong move to sit on the couch, turning on the tv so you don’t have to bear anymore uncomfortable silences.

even the newscaster looks down in the dumps, as expected. her voice lacks emotion as she speaks about the forecast, knowing nobody would be taking genuine interest unless it was to get their mind off of the current situation.

what did she expect? the world was restarting, people weren’t going to care about the weather.

“now, for the ongoing events,” says another news anchor. “as we are all well aware of, today is the annual reset. businesses worldwide have closed, most people opting to spend the day with their friends and family and we advise any viewers to do the same. talk to your loved ones about the memories you’ve made in the past year and write down the things and people you do not want to forget.”

you turn to taeyong only to find his gaze is already focused on you. you don’t hesitate to grab the hand that rests in his lap and intertwined his fingers with yours. neither of you say a word as you go back to watching the television, taeyong giving your hand a reassuring squeeze every so often.

12:46 P.M.

by noon, you and taeyong had begun cleaning your apartment, making sure it was well organized so that the next day you could focus only on getting settled in to your, essentially, new lives. you do the standard dusting and vacuuming along with similar around-the-house chores. while going through the closet, taeyong finds a shoe box full of polaroids you two had taken throughout the years. there are dates and other additional notes scribbled in sharpie on every single picture so your post-reset selves could read about the details of each photo since you would not be able to remember it. he calls out your name, smiling brightly when he sees your face light up as you fondly look over your shared moments.

“i’m so glad we got that camera,” you say, shifting through a stack of the photographs.

he nods. “probably your best idea yet.”

you find a picture of him giving you a piggyback ride and coo. it’s quite blurry but you can clearly see the huge grins on your faces. “look at us.” you hand him the photo. “we look so happy.”

he makes a noise of agreement, staring lovingly at the image. “you know, every reset we’re supposed to forget everyone and everything but no matter what i can never seem to forget how happy you make me.”

“quit it.” you shove his shoulder, smiling sadly as you attempt to blink away the tears forming in your eyes. “i don’t want to cry right now, there’s still so much work to do.”

“it can wait.” he opens his arms and that’s all it takes for you to break. you crawl into his embrace, sobbing softly into his chest. it tugs at his heart strings. he tucks his chin above your head but you still notice how his shoulders shake and quiet hiccups escape his lips.

3:28 P.M.

once you and taeyong get tired of being confined to your apartment, you decide to go out for a breath of fresh air. you walk around aimlessly and your final destination turns out to be olympic park. as expected, it’s quite empty since as you had heard on the news, everyone was spending their last couple hours with those they loved in private.

you take in the beautiful scenery and if either you catch sight of a pretty rock or blooming flower, you will stop to pick it up and carefully place it in your pockets for safe keeping. you had found that they served as good reminders of all the time you spent together. in fact, there are many more of these mini souvenirs in your home, decorating your shelves.

“hold up,” says taeyong suddenly.

when you look at him his eyes have zeroed in on something on the ground. he kneels down and picks up a smooth rock. you can’t help but notice the familiarity of it’s color.

“pretty, right?” he says, dropping the item in the palm of your hand. “it matches your eyes.”

you smile at him, finding his attention to detail incredibly endearing. you hold on to the rock, feeling its curves with your fingers until a cluster of chrysanthemums catches your attention and you have to free up your hands to pick one. you decide on a yellow one and present it to your boyfriend.

“here,” you say. “for you.”

“hey, aren’t i supposed to be the one giving you flowers?” taeyong asks but he takes it from you anyway.

“you’re supposed to give flowers to people you like,” you say. “and i like you.”

“you like me?” he asks, gasping softly. “how embarrassing.”

you go along with his joke. “don’t you like me too?”

he shakes his head and makes a face. “no way... i love you.”

you shove his shoulder. “so cheesy.”

he can’t argue with that so he just nods and chuckles as he tucks the chrysanthemum into his dark locks of hair. at seeing this, you raise the polaroid camera round your neck toward taeyong and he, already used to it, automatically poses for you. he puts his arms over his head, curving them into a kind of crooked heart. he gives an open mouthed smile only resuming to his normal position when he hears the click of the camera. you and him share a laugh once the polaroid picture develops completely.

“oh god, i look ridiculous,” he comments. “please get rid of that.”

you only give him a sarcastic, “yeah sure” and continue walking.

you two never got rid of pictures, no matter how ridiculous or unflattering they were. you agreed that every moment you shared counted and deserved to be remembered.

although, they never would be.

5:45 P.M.

you chew on the cap of your pen, massaging your aching hand. you had been writing for almost an hour and you had your cramping fingers to prove it. despite the discomfort, you aren’t one to break tradition. the ‘things i love about you’ list was an ongoing thing you and taeyong had been doing for... ever. they definitely came in handy if either if you wanted to read about what the other was like in past years.

“everything good over there?” taeyong asks, from the other side of the couch.

you shake your head. “this is too hard. i have no idea how i’ve kept this up for four years.”

he puts a hand over his heart. “wow, i’m that hard to love, huh?”

“you know that’s not what i meant,” you say, glaring. “i just have so much stuff to say about you, so much stuff i want future me to know.”

he nods, solemnly. “i get it. i don’t want to leave out a thing but it’s kinda hard to fit a year’s worth of feelings and emotions into a couple pages.”

your let your head fall onto the couch. “why do you have to be so lovable?”

taeyong points an accusing finger at you. “i could ask you the same thing! you’re the most wonderful human being on the planet, if i try to write everything i love about you my hand will fall off!”

you sit up to stare at him. he looks genuinely offended by your ‘wonderfulness’. you pick up your pen and paper.

adorably dramatic, you write.

he scoots closer to you, exclaiming, “hey, what did you just put!”

you hug your notepad tightly to your chest. “no peeking!”

7:12 P.M.

your boyfriend hands you his letter with hopeful eyes. unlike the lists that had been made hours earlier, these writings had been in the works for quite some time. there are letters you and taeyong had written for each other dated all the way from 2016. that was also the year the first polaroids you owned were from so you both assumed it was when you had begun dating. if you ever want to have a good cry, all you have to do is find those letters.

in them, there are heartfelt words for the other person’s eyes only describing how they felt around them, why they were so special, among other sentiments. most importantly, though, you always included why you would never forget the other person. of course, one could say how ironic this was considering that forgetting was what the reset was all about but nevertheless, it was reassuring to read. it made your love seem unbreakable; something so strong it defied the impossible.

you give taeyong your letter, feeling somewhat nervous. he doesn’t hesitate to open the envelope carefully. he slowly removes your letter from inside and you mirror his delicacy. the pair of you sit in absolute silence as you read the words off the pages.

my y/n,

what an amazing year it’s been with you. i know i say that in every letter i write but it’s really true. i never wrote things like this before you came along. only the basics—my name, who my parents were, my birthday, etc. you know, things like that. frankly, i had nothing else worth remembering. but now i do. you’re my whole world, the only thing i truly know and i am convinced i could not be any happier or luckier.

i don’t know what a life without you is like literally but i wouldn’t have it any other way. the situation the world faces with this whole reset mess isn’t ideal and i’ll oftentimes think of what a normal life would be like. even then, in this perfect universe, you’re still by my side.

i still wake up next to you.

i still spend every waking moment with you.

i still fall asleep with you in my arms.

you are still my everything. i am convinced you always will be.

many people avoid love or close relationships nowadays knowing that at the end of the year it’ll all be erased no matter what. how dumb is that? they don’t know what they’re missing out on. having a partner is nothing short of a blessing and you’ve taught me that by being with me every step of the way. sure, forgetting our past together doesn’t get any easier and neither does writing these letters but i’d write a million of them if that’s what it took to have you by my side.

i can only hope you’ll continue being there for me and give me something worth remembering in future years.

you are the light of my life and i can’t wait to fall in love with you again.

yours truly,

taeyong

the tears stroll down your cheeks and drip down on to the paper in your shaky hands. you use your sleeve to try and wipe them away to the best of your ability without smudging the ink. taeyong finishes reading your letter moments later, placing on the coffee table and only staring at you with a distant look in his eyes.

your voice comes out in a whisper. “are you okay?”

he nods, sniffling but his shiny eyes say otherwise. “can you maybe just... hold me?” his voice cracks along with your heart.

he ends up with his head in your lap, your fingers pulling and tugging at his soft hair. you have a couple hours left but you wouldn’t be opposed to leaving the year in this exact position.

11:59 P.M.

taeyong has made it clear he wants you to be the first thing he sees when you enter the new year. so, you spend your last minute getting into a position that will allow that.

you end up sitting sit cross-legged across from him. he’s in the same position and in the small distance between you, your fingers meet. the hold he has on your hands is so tight his knuckles have turned white. his eyes bore into yours and although he doesn’t say a word, his hazel orbs let you know it’s all going to be okay. you repeat those words to yourself.

it’s going to be okay.

“i love you,” you blurt.

he only has a couple seconds to respond.

“i love you, too. if you’re going to remember one thing, let it be that.”

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feather-dancer · 3 years ago

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Since I got a yes, this is the first draft thus zero edits/running over of a section that was cut entirely from Stars chapter 2 when I was trying (And failing) to stop it growing legs that originally happened when Douxie was checking the post. It WILL be back in some form I just don’t know how presently since well how chapter 2 ended and all. This was going to be another hint about him given the Ace and Panromantic colours but in the end only the Non-Binary hints ended up in the final. Writing for you!

“Looks like that book hasn’t come in yet though today though probably a bit too optimistic, ugh that one has bill all over it so that can live in the ignored pile and oh I see something finally showed up!” A paw pushes glasses back down from where the muffin he was eating decided to relocate them to spy the sole padded envelope being torn open with a giddy grin. First to emerge is a piece of paper followed by two pins complete with matching backing cards proclaiming them as a Feathered Fancies product before proudly holding them up for the all-important cat inspection. Both are in the shape of incredibly stylised feathers though while one is striped with black, grey, white and purple the other brightly contrasts it in blue, green, orange and red.

“They were doing a special offer if you bought two so said I’d be a guinea pig for Zoe on the quality stakes since there wasn’t many reviews on their page yet. Devil is in the detail of course but at a first glance they’re looking pretty fantastic don’t you think?”

Hmning curiously the half-eaten snack is placed aside so that he may comfortably lean forward to give them both a cursory sniff before golden eyes flick to the delighted human.

“You do seem to be getting quite into buying these things though suppose it does make a change from your usual tastes in patches, far less skulls for one.” That gets a snort in response.

“See contrary to popular belief I do not have a single straight bone in my body and we live in a new-fangled age of cool merch being created so you’re supporting smaller artists to boot,” he opens the hoodie enough to reveal a black shirt with a large splash of a hand reaching up from flowers before a crescent moon and the words Non-Binary Necromancer. The irony even if it was wrong just made the design even more delightfully hilarious.

“Plus with this too I’ve finally got all three bases covered if in a small way lemme enjoy the novelty alright? Not that long ago even this would have been practically unheard of.”

“Fine, I can let you off but only if you donate some of that cream there to the worthy cause of my stomach,” he teases while a paw is waved in it’s general direction. While tucking the post and new prizes away a brow is raised in answer with a knowing smile.

“Driving a hard bargain as ever I see.”

The request is not denied however it is the offending paw that is smeared on because if he wanted it anywhere else he really should have specified resulting in grumbling about kids these days is laughed at while it’s being cleaned off.

Fun and games aside [[Putting everything away section starts.]]

The t-shirt is also very real! I’m also pretty sure I was lazy and didn’t put any formatting that was in the original doc onto discord go me. According to the date I moved this over on the 9th March and I’m still mad about it.

There was an argument about nail polish between Douxie and Zoe as well but that never made it out note format, it’s also in my list to stuff in somewhere.

This sketch should make a lot more sense now.

#writing #Stars #OVERNIGHT QUEUE

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embyrinitalics · 4 years ago

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Calamiversary: Flashbacks

Under the cut are a few unused flashbacks/dream sequences. I was actually really attached to some of these, and for a while I considered making an entire fic based on these two, but with Calamitous taking as long as it has my ambitions for that have fizzled out.

Anyways, I’m posting them in the order they appear in the google doc, but these are so old I can’t remember what was supposed to go where. 😂 Some of the scenes end midsentence, or have editing notes in them still, or don’t make sense because the surrounding scene never happened. Don’t think too hard about it. 😬

There’s about 3k words here, so. Hit that “keep reading” tag with caution!

Enjoy!

Nightshade

He caught her looking, his expression amused and affronted at once.

“What are you documenting so studiously?”

“Nightshade,” she informed him coolly, and then angled the interface on him more obviously. “And something else, beautiful and strange.”

He loosed a breath, something caught between a laugh and a sigh, and tossed the stones back into the underbrush. “Are you playing with my feelings, Majesty?”

“Certainly not,” she breathed, admiring him in the viewscreen for another self-indulgent half-second before turning it on back on the flora. “I have a compendium to complete. I hardly have time for games.”

“Don’t tease me,” he murmured, folding his arms. “It isn’t easy being in love with a queen and a goddess.”

Her mouth twisted gently, swiping through the interface again and tapping more useless details into the entry. She muttered, “I’m not a goddess.”

He joined her in the grass, rocking back onto his elbow and tipping the interface back with one finger so she would meet his eyes, glimmering softly with the beginnings of a wry smile. “Who said I was talking about you?”

She smiled in earnest, letting the interface drop, forgotten, into her lap. “I wasn’t aware you were well acquainted with any other queens.”

He scoffed dismissively. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“I’m sure,” she allowed, reaching to pick grass out of his hair and smoothing the wind-tousled bangs it had tangled in afterwards. She was grateful for the levity—grateful to him, for supporting her even when it meant denying himself.

So grateful...

And she still hadn’t untangled her fingers from his hair, from the soft edge of his hairline and his temple, the smooth line of his brow. He had gone quiet, eyes half closing and diverting, while he let her. He watched her palm for another second, two, and then closed a hand, gently, but firmly, over her wrist.

She swallowed, her hand hanging idly between them and the spell broken. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not stopping you for my sake,” he frowned. “It’s agony not having you, but I’m stupid enough to take what I can get.”

She sighed. “I can have you reassigned. No one would question it—”

“No, we’ve been over this,” he growled, running a hand tersely through his hair. “As long as I wield the Sword, my place is with you. And I can handle it.” Then he hesitated, expression shuttering, and he amended, “Unless you’ve changed your mind, and no longer wish it.”

Her hands were in the grass, eyes fixed on them, and her heart was throbbing in her throat. She couldn’t quite swallow it down.

She whispered, “No.”

A Meeting

“Link,” she breathed, startled, their eyes meeting for a charged half-second.

He bent his head curiously in a rigid sort of bow, as though he was leaning away from the discomfort of their meeting.

“My lady.”

She waited, paralyzed, for him to move, or speak, or even look her in the eye again. But then, the ball was in her court.

It was always in her court.

But she was unprepared, and unarmored, and teetering dangerously at the precipice of a vulnerability she could not afford. And so, exercising her royal privilege as unmagnanimously as she likely ever had, she fled.

He caught her elbow as she made to pass him, sending a warm jolt up her arm. A rebuke danced wildly on the tip of her tongue, and she might even have used it had there been another soul anywhere within earshot of them. But the hallway was abandoned, and they were alone. His eyes were still fixed on the place she had been, the practiced stoicism in them, the practiced numbness in them, simmering with the frustration that he was harboring beneath.

“I won’t have this conversation with you now,” she reprimanded him quietly. “Not here.”

His gaze slid back to hers, burning, threatening to buckle with impatience or something far more desperate, and she wanted to flinch away from its intensity and luxuriate in it at once.

“When, Zelda?”

She took a meaningful step away, freeing her arm, and coolly arched a slender brow even as her heart sputtered at the cavalier way he used her given name in public.

“When we’re somewhere less conspicuous.”

She expected him to submit, tucking his tail begrudgingly between his legs and allowing himself to be put off yet again, but his eyes narrowed.

“Don’t scold me like I’m some child,” he scoffed.

The Wilds

The carriage jostled down the path, headed for the milky spires that had been bobbing in and out of view for the last few hours. Her visit to the new reservoir in Lanayru had been successful, and pleasant enough as these sorts of things went, but there had also been a lot of pomp and formality surrounding the whole affair that left her craving some solitude and a good night’s rest in her own bed.

Both of which would happily get her out from under the stormy gaze of her Knight Protector.

Shielded by the walls of her carriage, she let herself grimace and sink a little lower in her seat. They hadn’t had an opportunity to talk in several days, what, with all the preparation for the journey and the constant company of the delegation. And she may have been avoiding him. Just a little.

And he seemed to have begun to notice, if the way his gaze burned into her any time she was careless enough to graze it was any indication.

The carriage jostled again violently as they rode over another pothole. And this time, the whole thing lurched to a stop beneath her as the axle snapped. She sighed, readying a gentle smile as the footman swung the door open.

“Hit a spot of trouble?”

“I’m afraid so, my lady,” he grumbled, offering her his hand.

“Please tell me you can fix it,” she said, brow puckered, letting him help her out and onto the road and trying very hard not to groan. She was not looking forward to walking the rest of the way.

“I doubt it very much, ma’am. But we’re nearly there. You could continue on horseback.”

She willed herself expressionless. The only horses saddled for riding were those of her escorts, which meant—

“I’ll take her.”

She didn’t need to guess who had spoken, or turn to picture the smug look on his face. She plastered an insincere smile over her mouth as his horse’s hooves beat an easy amble behind her for the footman’s sake—it wouldn’t do for him to see her furious or crestfallen or abjectly miserable over something as routine as a ride back to the castle from the man who was largely responsible for such things.

“Very well,” she said demurely, unable to conjure a decent excuse, and turned.

And there he was, perched atop his chestnut mare with an expression arguably more schooled than her own. She took his hand, hiding the warm jolt that ran up her arm, and let him lift her over the pommel, bidding the rest of the entourage farewell as he urged his horse forward and over the ridge.

When they had cleared the crest of the hill and taken the bend for a fair distance, he slowed them to a walk, letting the reins go slack and dipping his head to inhale the warm safflina in her hair.

“Link,” she mumbled, shrugging him off half-heartedly, but he wasn’t so easily deterred.

“We’re in the middle of the Wilds. No one is going to see. Just let me have this.”

Maybe it was the reasonableness of his argument, or maybe it was the note of heartache in his voice, so imperceptible only she would have ever noticed, but either way she let herself be coerced. They rode in silence a while, and she finally relaxed when he didn’t press her for more than that, letting herself lean a little into his chest. His hands rested idly on her waist, fingers curled loosely in the reins.

He said, “I missed you.”

She could feel his eyes looking cautiously for hers, but she pretended not to notice.

“You were with me every day.”

“No. I stared at the back of your head every day. That hardly qualifies.”

“I was busy.”

“You were avoiding me.”

She met his eyes then, ready to object, and quickly remembered why she had made every attempt not to. They looked right through her, melting her defenses and reducing her will to jelly. She sighed.

“I was avoiding you,” she agreed, settling against his chest again resignedly.

“I didn’t blame you,” he murmured, warm breath and lips moving softly against the lobe of her perfectly tapered ear, and her heart throbbed treacherously. “I knew why. It was just frustrating, not being able to talk to you about it."

Her eyes fell shut, stinging with remorse. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Don’t do that. It was as much mine as it was yours.”

“I don’t regret it,” he said, quiet adamance coloring his voice, “not for a moment. Even if it means consequences for me.”

In spite of herself she smiled, warmed to the bone by his sweet assurance. “Even if you’re stripped of rank? Even if you’re whipped?”

“They can’t whip the memory of you out of me,” and then he leaned closer, his warm breath feathering her ear again, “Zelda.”

Not Princess, or My Lady, or Highness, or the plethora of other titles he was obligated to use in the presence of others. Merely Zelda. Because out in the Wilds of Hyrule they were alone, and a stolen kiss didn’t seem such a terrible secret. Even if it was forbidden. Even if she had made it abundantly clear to him that it could never happen again, no matter how sweet and perfect and wonderful it had been.

She sank back into him, letting the steady beat of their gait and of his heart lull her into a rare peace.

Realization

When I woke there was moss against my cheek, the cool dew of early morning clinging to my lips and eyelashes. The vision from the night before danced in breaths and lights as I blinked myself lucid, like the ghosts of a dozen sunset fireflies. I wanted to chase them, down, down into a dream, into an illusion, and wrap myself in it like a blanket. And then, like a wish fulfilled, soft lips alighted on mine, encouraging me awake.

“Good morning,” he murmured, pulling me closer by the hand splayed over the small of my back, and that didn’t strike me as odd in the slightest.

I snagged fingers in the collar of his shirt and buried my face in his neck, breathing him in as I grudgingly left the dream behind, as I spiraled towards his warmth. He smelled like the forest, and nights spent in the wilds, and it was so good it made my eyes tremble shut.

“It can’t be morning,” I whispered, sighing, and he pulled me into his lap, humming in agreement, and pressed his lips to my pulse point.

The wind rippled across the plains, across the wilds, tangling in my hair and twisting it sideways, and neither of us paid any mind. It was too rare that we found ourselves like this, lost in each other and lingering in that quiet stretch of peace between sleep and waking to the world.

“I need to get you back,” he said, but even as he did wrapped his arms around my waist in silent, subconscious objection. “You’ll be missed.”

“Then let me be missed.”

His lips on my neck angled higher, gently coaxing me down, and just as they obligingly found that delicate spot behind my ear, he whispered apologetically, “We can’t.”

I resisted the urge to scowl, resting my forehead on his. He was right, of course. But that didn’t mean I had to like it. My eyes eased open in time to watch the sunrise over his shoulder.

Another dawn. I knew there couldn’t be many left before the Calamity finally stirred from its long slumber, restless, feverish, hungry and ready to devour the world…

And then I realized how little of this made any sense—how incredibly blue his eyes were, how the voice I had been using wasn’t even mine—and the jarring disconnect between who I was and where I was broke the illusion apart.

The Blade of Evil’s Bane

She opened her eyes as she felt a weight being lifted off her back.

And then she watched as Revali drove the Master Sword through Link’s middle to the hilt. (chapter break, then she freaks out, catches him, and his eyes start to roll back)

“Don’t you die on me,” she shouted through furious tears, pressing her fingers to his forehead. “Don’t you die!”

And then light filled her from the inside out as she bridged their minds, glaring across the world like a sun rising from within.

He sat across from her at her writing desk, still blurry from the haze of her tears, but she could hear the sardonic smile on his voice.

“Is that an order, Princess?”

She wanted to berate him, wanted to scream and fight tooth and nail against his apathy, but she couldn’t find her voice—not without loosing everything else that was threatening to spill out. She stood and crossed the room to nowhere, trying to shield herself from his ridicule. He sighed, following slowly.

He turned her around gingerly and took her face in his hands, studying her carefully while he thumbed her tears away.

“Why do you cry over me?” he murmured. “By rights I should have been dead thousands of years ago—even if I had defeated Ganon. This era will go on without me. I’m nothing.”

She took a sharp, stinging breath, and whispered, “Not to me.”

His lip quirked up in spite of himself, a familiar, roguish half-smile alighting on his face that made her heart stammer. “Never cry over your soldiers, Princess,” he scolded her gently. “They’re only too happy to die to protect you.”

“Don’t give up,” she warbled, a fresh rush of tears spilling out of her eyes, down her cheeks, over his thumbs still cupping her face. “Please don’t. Not like this.”

“Hyrule will go on. So will you.”

“I heard what you said to Urbosa,” she accused him, reaching for something, anything, that would make him hold on for just a moment longer. “You were wrong. I’m not confused. Not anymore.”

That gave him pause. His eyes searched her, gradually shedding the armor that they had always worn, piece by heavy piece, revealing the tired, consuming sadness beneath.

“Don’t cry over me, Princess,” he murmured, drifting closer. The bridge of his nose brushed softly against hers as he angled her face higher, poised to lance through her walls even as his own crumbled. “It pains me more than you know.”

He took her lips in his own, deepening the kiss obediently when she parted for him, and a sound lifted out of her. She wanted to lose herself in him, dive headlong into sating oblivion and never surface. But she found the will to pull away.

“Then don’t do this,” she urged, breathless, against his mouth.

He lingered, warm breath ghosting heavy on her lips. His voice was quiet, husky, desire tempered by regret. “Overcoming the Blade of Evil’s Bane is not so easily done.”

“I can save you,” she whispered, stepping closer, stripping away the needless space between them. “Never doubt that.”

“I have never doubted you,” he said, so tenderly her heart squeezed. “I’ve always known you were capable of so much more than you ever dreamed. But this—”

“I won’t let you go. I’ll order you back from the grave if I have to.”

He sighed at that, a defeated, hollow sound, and her lips parted gently in surprise. “I’m just so tired.”

And then he gasped, like a drowning man drawing breath after so many minutes, and the dream bled out into light.

She blinked away sunbursts and the blindness that followed, stumbling haphazardly back to reality. Link was in her arms; the hole through his stomach was gone.

Ruins

The sunlight dimmed into night, luminous stone embedded in the sculptures lighting the darkness like softened stars. The ruins grew into an atrium, looming over the gathered order of monks and their commander. Her knight stood as far away as he dared, near the entrance, should there be a disturbance. It was nearly as far away as he had had the will to station himself in weeks.

“The final sensor towers have been erected, and Naboris is nearly ready to be deployed,” a monk was saying, the tattoos under his eyes catching starlight as he spoke. “Her pilot is in the final phases of training.”

The proclamation didn’t garner the reaction anyone was hoping for; the Queen merely nodded, lips pursed. Another monk shifted, as though weighing the wisdom of disturbing the silence that had settled uncomfortably over the assembly, before he decided to be bold.

“I had an idea for another Beast. Nothing so large or so complicated as the others. Something for Hylia’s Chosen—”

“No,” the Queen murmured. “There isn’t time.”

His teeth met with a click. He sent a sidelong glance to her knight, standing with his back against one of the pillars flanking the entrance, but he shook his head in subtle warning, and that put pain to it. He seemed less and less inclined to voice dissent recently, and everyone suspected they knew why.

“Then we’ll redouble our efforts with the Divine Beasts we have,” he offered instead, wearing a reassuring smile. “We won’t fail you, Your Highness.”

She nodded again, smiling tightly. They were dismissed, and her knight drifted closer, moving towards her as the others filed away. She was still sitting on the ground; he offered her his hand, and she met his eyes. She took it, lifting to her feet, and didn’t let go, squeezing softly.

She whispered, eyes depthless in their uncertainty, “But will we fail them?”

#Calamiversary #Calamitous #snippet #Legend of Zelda #Zelink #Fanfic

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12yeahiminluvwu · 4 years ago

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Bad Enough For You

pairing - pop-punk!jj x pop punk!reader

summary- JJ wants you all to himself, and he’ll do anything he has to to make that happen, even if it means reverting to his old ways.

word count- 2,265

warning(s)- swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs,

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From the wings, JJ watched as the girl he had shamelessly obsessed over for months sang her lungs out and jumped around the stage like she owned the place. He could tell that this was her element. The stage was where she belonged. From where he stood, he could see her chest moving up and down as she fought hard to breathe but you wouldn’t know by the way she hit every note like it was second nature to her. He watched the way she got down on her knees, reaching out for the crowd and singing right to them. She was fucking good at this. It was no question why they were the most popular band in the little college town.

Y/n was somewhat of a mystery to JJ, even after all this time. He couldn’t figure her out, no matter how hard he tried. He watched countless guys come and go, none of them fitting her standards- of which he had no clue what they were.

He was always nice to her- which was his first mistake. Y/n wasn’t into the nice guy type. Unbeknownst to JJ, she liked her boy, and girls, as bad as they come. Her last boyfriend was a drug dealer from the southside of town who looked like he definitely had killed someone before. She never bothered to ask though, it was just better that way. His second mistake was trying to get her attention. She didn’t give it to anyone she knew wanted it, except for fans on stage. So there JJ was, shit out of luck. It wasn’t until one night after a hopeless encounter that he decided he’d start trying to be someone she would pay attention to. That had been a few weeks ago now. JJ knew how to be an asshole. He’d done it most of his teenage years back home on the island.

As the band was coming off stage, Y/n waited for the typical “Hey good job out there!” from JJ, but all she got was a cold shoulder. He didn’t even acknowledge her, even if all he wanted to do was spin her around and tell her how amazing she’d been. He had to be the bad guy now, because that’s the only way he’d get to her. She brushed it off quickly and made her way back to the green room, whereas JJ and his boys made their way onto the stage.

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“Anyone know The Band CAMINO?” JJ asked and the crowd erupted in loud chants and screams. The tune to See Through filled the bar and the crowd got even louder. She didn’t know it, but Y/n was the inspiration for the band singing this song tonight.

Now it was Y/n’s turn to watch from the wings. She kept her gaze on the blond bassist, silently wishing he would stop trying so hard to get at her.

The air in the bar was damp and smelled like sweat and cheap beer. It was packed wall to wall, for sure violating some type of fire code, but who really cared anyway. The only sound you could hear from here all the way down the block was the live music being played. Lights shined on the boys, illuminating every inch of their skin, making them look like absolute gods. JJ, as usual, had ended up taking his shirt off a few songs into the set, making everyone in the crowd go crazy. Y/n had to admit, the boy knows how to work an audience. He knows exactly what to do to drive them crazy, and if he wasn’t such a kiss ass off stage, she might give him a chance. She just wasn’t into the kind of guys who would drop everything and come running. She liked the chase. She liked feeling like she had to earn the attention of someone, she didn’t like when it came easy.

“Rebound feeling like a rerun, everything that we've done, funny how it all played out.

You're good at looking at me like I'm see-through but I gotta see you, I shoulda learned by now.” The vein in JJ’s neck was straining as he poured his heart into the song. In that moment, with the crowd roaring and the sweat dripping down his face, he felt like he was flying. He felt invincible, and for a moment- he forgot about Y/n. But only for a moment, because as soon as the next verse fell out of his mouth, her image came flooding back into his mind like a tidal wave.

“How do I get your attention? How does it feel to always have mine? How do I address this tension? How you're looking through me every time? Got me out here, got me thinking what I would do, got me in my head, got me wishing I was with you. God, I'm wishing I was with you.” Quickly, JJ glanced over to where you stood and before you could notice, his eyes shifted back to the crowd in front of him.

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Post gig was always JJ’s favorite time because he got to hang out with his boys and revel in the high that was performing live. The air was still thick from the events tonight but the boys didn’t care. The afterparty had moved from the bar to the band’s shared apartment and Y/n’s band was here too. JJ did his best to keep his gaze off of her, but her smile lit up the whole room, and he couldn’t ignore the way he felt when she was around. But he knew that if he showed any of that at all, it would send her running for the hills.

There she was, standing with a drink in her hand, laughing with the lead singer of his band and driving him crazy. He tried to focus on the music playing and the conversation he was having about how good Ashton Irwin’s solo music was, and how his album is going to be a huge hit, but he found himself drifting back to her every time. Excusing himself, he walked into the kitchen to make himself a stronger drink. He stopped cold when he saw who was standing at the counter, back facing him. Shaking his head, and ignoring the hitch in his throat, he brushed past her, reaching around the counter to find what he was looking for.

“You’ve been pretty quiet lately Maybank… any particular reason?” The girl asked from beside him. He looked over at you quickly, simply shrugging his shoulders. That was all he gave you, hoping it would be enough to keep your attention a little longer without looking too interested. You gave him a once over before continuing on with your night.

JJ had left you wanting more, believe it or not. You suddenly wanted to know why he detached himself from you. Was he losing interest in you? Or using reverse psychology to get your attention. Either way, it made your mind race. The more he drew away, the closer you wanted to get. This was the chase you wanted.

By the end of the night, you were drunk off your ass and had somewhat attached yourself to JJ. He paid you no mind other than keeping you from falling over every once and awhile.

“Do you need a ride home?” He asked as people started to clear out and head home. He hadn’t ended up drinking as much as he thought he would, and was completely sober.

“Probably…” You giggled and laid your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his middle, attempting to pull him closer to you. On the inside, he was freaking out. His heart was permanently beating at a million miles an hour, his palms sweating and breath caught in his throat, but to anyone looking your way, he looked cool as a cucumber. No one would be able to tell that he was freaked out by the girl of his dreams hanging off him like they were in love.

JJ looked around and saw that your whole band had left and that you two were the only ones left in the living room.

“We should get you back home…” He trailed off, walking the two of you over to the couch and sitting you down so he could grab your things before helping you back up and out to his car. He reached across to belt you in and gently shut the door. Starting the car, the quiet hum of Bad Enough For You by All Time Low filled in the silence between the two of you.

“You know…” Y/n started to say and JJ glanced over at her before returning his gaze to the road. After looking at her ID for her address, he made his way through the streets.

“I actually think you’re really attractive, but you made it wayyy too obvious that you had a thing for me so I pushed you away… because it scares me when people show an interest in me… be-because usually people just leave in the end anyway…”

JJ was quiet for a moment. Had you just admitted that you liked him?

“Why, don’t we talk about this tomorrow when you’re sober?” He asked, parking his car in front of her apartment. Coming around the side of the car, he helped her up out of the seat and walked her to the door, grabbing her keys from her to open the door.

“Will you stay?” She slurred and he hesitated.

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea Y/n…”

“Please? We don’t have to do anything, I just don’t want to be alone when I wake up…” The look on her face was enough to make him do anything she asked him to. His heart melted and he nodded, walking behind her, hands intertwined, to her bedroom. She shimmied out of her skinny jeans and took her bra off under the baggy band tee-shirt that had been tucked into the pants, plopping down on the queen mattress. JJ kicked off his docs and shimmied out of the jeans he’d been wearing before climbing into bed next to her. She tucked herself right into his chest like it was her own little spot and was out in seconds. JJ, on the other hand, took a little longer to fall asleep. He started down at you, your cheek pressed up against his chest, hair all over the place. He’d never seen you look this peaceful, not even on stage. Slowly, he brought his hand up to brush the stray hairs out of your face. He just couldn’t get his mind to shut off. But eventually, his eyelids fell heavily closed and sleep took over him.

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When morning came, you had trouble remembering where you were, and who you were with… Looking up at the person you were laying a slight rush of releifewashed over you, but then you started to worry about what happened last night and lifted the blanket in hopes that your clothes, and his, were still intact. Thank fuck, they were.

You felt JJ take a deep breath and closed your eyes, pretending to be asleep still, doing your best to ignore the pounding headache that resided at the base of your neck. You could tell JJ had a mini freakout, similar to yours, when he opened his eyes. But then his memories of last night came back. Yours came back in pieces, while his came back in a rushing wave. You remembered suddenly wanting all of his attention and doing your best to get it, until your bandmate kept handing you vodka sodas and before you knew it you were hanging all over him the rest of the night. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, you somehow got him to stay the night with you. And now here you were, tangled in your bedsheets.

Slowly, you looked up at him, trying to gage the situation. He looked down at you, the smallest hint of a smile ghosting across his lips. You found yourself staring at them. The feeling of his fingers trailing up your arm sent shivers down your spine, and heat rushed to your cheeks.

“Uh, hi…” You trailed off, absentmindedly tracing shapes along his abs, sometime last night his shirt had come off, leaving him in his boxers.

“Hey.” He smiled. His voice was deep and scratchy due to the lack of use overnight, his nerves didn’t help any.

“Coffee?” You asked after a pause and he chuckled lightly, nodding his head. You nodded back at him before pushing yourself out of bed and making your way to the kitchen. JJ wasn’t too far behind you, taking a seat on the other side of the island.

“So… last night was interesting…” He began, trying to get the conversation flowing.

“Yeah, uh. I was pretty fucking drunk so. I don’t really remember anything I said…” You admitted from where you stood at your keurig.

“Well, to sum it up, you told me to stop being such a try hard and you think I’m hot.”

“That sounds like something I would say, yeah.” The two laughed and another moment of silence fell on them.

“Well, I would be down to go out if you are…?” She said and JJ did his best to contain his excitement.

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” He said and she smiled, realizing she’d been right about him just faking the hard ass act to get her to like him.

#pop punk!jj #pop punk! y/n #pop punk jj #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #x reader #outer banks #obx #jj maybank x y/n #netflix #jj #jj maybank imagine #jj imagine #jj maybank x you #jj maybank blurb

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labyrinth-runner · 4 years ago

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"I... Think I'm in love" with Dan?????

Okay, so I’m writing this one as a sequel to War of Hearts, because it just fit and I hope that’s okay.

Title: Love Heals

Word Count: 3000

Your wedding night was quiet. He helped you with the ties of your gown and then retired to his own room. The bed felt too big for just you alone as you tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. Eventually, you grew tired of it and slipped on your robe before padding down the hall.

You took a steeling breath before gently rapping your knuckles against the door.

The door was open in a matter of seconds and he was looking down at you with concern in his eyes, “Couldn’t sleep?”

“The bed is just...” you trailed off, looking down at your feet. You felt silly, standing in front of this stranger because you couldn’t sleep.

Gently, he tipped your chin back up so that you would look at him, “Would you like to sleep in here?” His voice was soft.

You allowed yourself to nod.

A small smile settled on his lips as he stepped aside for you to enter.

Tucking your arms behind your back, you stepped into his candlelit room. You noted that his bed wasn’t turned down yet, meaning he hadn’t even gone to bed. As you turned back to him, you realized he was still in his suit.

“What were you doing before I knocked?” you asked curiously as you sat on the edge of the bed.

“I was writing to my estate to have them ready the manor for you,” he replied.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You want me to go to the manor without you?”

“It’s to be your home,” he said, brows furrowing.

“But you won’t be there,” you murmured.

“If you would like, you can host as many friends as you want,” he offered as he leaned against his desk.

If you were being honest, you weren’t sure you were ready to leave home and your parents. “How far away is it?”

“Two day’s ride,” he estimated. “It’s in upstate New York. I own an apple orchard.”

Somehow, you could see that. You rested your hands on your hips as you came over to him, “Am I expected to pick these apples?”

“Only if you want to eat or cook with them,” he smirked.

You smiled back, feeling the tension break. Then, you folded your hands in front of you. “When do you have to go back to the frontline?”

“At the end of the week,” he replied, gently reaching forward to take your hands in his. They were warm and slightly rough against your skin as he dragged his thumb back and forth across the backs of your hand.

“You should get some rest,” you said softly, taking your hands back. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached up to unbutton his vest. “At the very least, you should get more comfortable.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he said, taking your hand and kissing your finger tips. “Get some sleep. I’ll join you when I finish this letter.”

You withdrew from him, slightly in relief, and slightly in disappointment. Gingerly, you took your robe off and hung it off the bed post before slipping into bed. After closing your eyes, you let the soft sound of his pen dragging across a page lull you to sleep.

The days passed by swiftly. It wasn’t nearly enough time to truly get to know your husband. Soon enough, you found yourself at the train station about to say goodbye.

“Well, this next one is mine,” he murmured as you stood there on the platform.

“Will you write to me?” you asked, a little too eagerly.

“If you wish it,” he said with a slight smile. “Although, I don’t suppose that my stories of war would be pleasant to hear.”

“If you don’t wish to talk about war, then romance me instead,” you shot back.

A slight tinge of pink settled into his cheeks. “Alright, Mrs. Torrance. I think I can do that.”

Mrs. Torrance. It was like an arrow to your heart.

His train pulled up to the station and he gave you an apologetic look. “I wish we had more time.”

“Win the war and you’ll be back before you know it,” you replied with a soft smile. “Be safe, Captain Torrance.”

“I’ll try to come back to you in one piece,” he said, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze.

It wasn’t enough for the occasion. He was going off to fight and you might never see him again. Sure, you barely knew him and had only been married for a week, but a hand squeeze was not enough for the gravity of the situation. You tipped up on your toes to kiss his cheek, letting your lips linger on his skin for a moment more than you would have a week ago.

“Good bye, Captain,” you said as you pulled back.

“Good bye, my dear,” he grinned before saluting the superior officer ushering troops onto the train.

You stayed on the platform longer than necessary, not moving from your spot until the train was far into the distance and had disappeared around the bend. Then, you got into the carriage with all your things atop it and rode for your new home.

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The manor sprawled in front of you. An orchard engulfed the horizon around the house and you could not help the smile on your face. It was so much grander than he had told you.

As the carriage pulled up the drive, you let a small chuckle escape your lips. This was your home? It was so much more than you could have imagined. Stepping out of the carriage, the cool, crisp air filled your lungs. It was so much cleaner than the city.

Hired help unloaded your bags into the manor as you went up the stairs of the porch.

“Mrs. Torrance, this was left for you,” the butler said before handing you a letter.

You took it, walking absentmindedly through the house as you explored.

Eventually, you happened upon what you figured was your husband’s study. Books lined the walls and a large brown mahogany desk sat amidst it all. You ran your hand along the leather chair before sitting down and opening the letter.

Dear wife,

If you’re reading this, then you have arrived at Helen Rivington Estate without me. It’s something I would have liked to avoid. After all, I should have carried you across the threshold as any husband ought. I can only hope that absence will make the heart grow fonder. In lieu of my physically being there, I thought I would leave you a little hunt around the grounds to show you my favorite places.

Until we meet again,

Dan

You flipped the letter over and found a series of clues. A grin broke across your face as you started off on your quest.

The hunt took you all around the estate as you found little clues and poems that let you get to know the man you had married more and more. By the end of it all, you found yourself in a secret library behind the room you’d started in. Light streamed in through a stained glass window, coating a plush chair in a warm glow. If the room outside was your husband’s study, then this would be your special place that you could go to be close to him when he needed to work.

You sat down on the chair and started to pen your first letter to him, telling him all about your day’s adventures. Words flowed freely with more ease than earlier that week. You were comfortable with who you were, and what it would be like to be Mrs. Torrance.

It was the first letter of many that the two of you sent back and forth for months while he was away. With each stroke of the pen you fell more and more in love with him. Rarely did he ever mention the war, true to his earlier statement. Although, sometimes you wish he had. You wanted to know what life was like for him. You wanted to share in his struggles and emotional hardships.

Every response contained a small couplet of a poem that he wrote for you, usually based upon the contents in your letter. However, they always made you smile. Although he wasn’t home, his letters made it feel as if he were only a moment away at all times. It made the loneliness of the vast estate and the quiet of your bedchambers more bearable as it filled with your laughter at his words.

And then the letters stopped.

You weren’t sure if it was something you had done or if something had happened, but you went through your days with a pit in your stomach. Something was wrong, but you didn’t know what. Weeks without correspondence turned to months and you found yourself retreating back into your worries and sadness. Part of you debated returning home to surround yourself with those you knew and loved.

The idea was growing more and more appealing as the seasons changed and you found yourself pulling the shawl tighter around yourself as you walked in the orchard. You had sent staff home for the season and were walking through the rows of trees with a basket in hand. Absentmindedly, you picked apples and placed them into the basket, letting the silence surround you.

Then you heard it.

The familiar clip clop of horses hooves up the gravel drive.

You stood in disbelief, sure that you were hearing things until you saw the carriage come down the drive. The basket fell from your hands and you hiked up your skirts. You scrambled over fallen apples and tree roots to get back up the drive.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you took in the body on the back of the cart.

“No,” you whispered, dropping your gown. You walked towards the carriage in a haze.

“Ma’am, are you Mrs. Torrance?” the man driving the cart asked.

“Yes,” you breathed as he came to a stop.

The man nodded and got into the back of the carriage. “Come on, Danny. You’re home,” he said as he pulled a man up into a position so that he could help him walk.

You let out a breath of relief. He’s alive. Then, you rushed over to help the man carry your husband into the house. Together, the two of you managed to get him into bed.

“What happened?” you asked the man who had brought him.

“The Captain was sent sprawling from canon fire after being shot in the arm. We were deep in the South for weeks. I’m surprised he lasted as many skirmishes as he did. Then, he got hit down in Georgia. The camp doc was able to get the bullet out of his arm and disinfect it. It won’t go green on you, but he can’t shoot in this condition. If he can’t shoot, he’s better off staying home,” the man explained. “Besides, the doc said that being home with his lovely wife would recover him faster than seeing our ugly mugs.”

You had to crack a smile at that.

“Ma’am, if I may be so bold,” the man replied, “Your husband is one of the bravest men I’ve ever known. I wish him a speedy recovery.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, seeing the other man out the door.

After he left, you returned to the side of the bed with some fresh water and cloths. Gently, you dabbed at your husband’s face, cleaning off the dirt and ash that had settled there.

“I must look like a mess,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“No worse than when I married you,” you teased.

“You wound me more than any bullet could,” he smirked, opening his eyes to look at you. They softened as he saw the worry lines etched on your face. Gently, he reached up with his good arm to swipe away a tear you hadn’t noticed.

You covered his hand with your own, leaning into his touch. “When you didn’t respond,” you sniffled, “I thought the worst. I thought you were killed or that you regretted this.”

“Oh, sweetheart, never,” he sighed, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. “I promised you I’d come back.”

“In one piece, Captain,” you shot back.

“Dan,” he smirked. “If you’re going to yell at me, at least use my given name.”

You couldn’t stay mad at him. It was in that moment that you realized, full and truly that you loved him. Yet, in the back of your mind, you remembered all the constraint of your wedding night and the distance he had purposely put between the two of you.

“We’ve got to clean you up,” you replied. “If your face is this dirty, I can’t imagine what the rest of you is like.”

Dan winced as you helped him sit up before gently starting to disrobe his torso.

Avoiding eye contact, you set to work smoothing a clean cloth over his body, working in slow circles to clear the caked on dirt and grime.

“You’re holding your breath,” you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes as you focused on his chest.

“You’re so close,” he replied.

“I’m your wife,” you said with a chuckle, “Is it so wrong that I am close?”

“No,” he swallowed, “I’m just not used to it.”

You nodded, finishing up your work. “I’ll wash your uniform. Let me just find you some replacement clothes first.”

“I can dress myself,” he quickly said.

You gave him a skeptical look. “If you need me, call for me. I should start dinner soon.”

He nodded, watching you as you left.

As the door clicked shut behind you, a feeling of disappointment washed over you. It wasn’t a flat out rejection, but it felt like one. Perhaps you were overthinking it. You shoved it aside and decided to work at the matter at hand, nursing your husband back to health.

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Over the next couple of weeks, the two of you grew closer. You’d talk in the sun room over tea; you’d read together in the study; you even showed him how you had redecorated the secret library to suit your interests. Discussion flowed just as easily now as it had in your letters. Yet, every time you’d make physical progress towards intimacy, he’d pull back.

It was infuriating.

One day, while you were picking apples in the fields together, you confronted him. “Why do you always pull away when I get close?”

Dan stopped a few paces behind you while still holding the basket, “What do you mean?”

“Whenever I get too close to you, you pull away. It’s like we take three steps forward and two steps back,” you sighed, turning back to face him. Gently, you took the basket from him and placed it on the ground to take his hand.

He interlocked his fingers with yours, “I don’t always.”

“Dan,” you murmured. “I....think I’m in love.”

He dropped your hand and shook his head. “You can’t mean that.”

“I can, and I do,” you pleaded.

He was pulling away yet again, but this time you wouldn’t let him. Gripping the collar of his shirt, you pulled him down to your level and kissed him. To your surprise, he started to kiss back. His arm snaked around your waist to pull you flush against him before he pinned you to a tree. His hand came up to cup the side of your face as he deepened the kiss. Your mind was racing as you registered the feeling of his soft lips against yours. How someone could kiss in such a loving, yet passionate way was new to you. Eventually, you broke the kiss for air.

“I thought you didn’t-” you started.

“I love you,” Dan said sincerely.

“But-”

He gave you another quick kiss. “I know you didn’t want this, so I didn’t want to push you.”

“I didn’t at first,” you admitted, leaning your head back against the tree trunk to look up at him. “But, then I got to know you and I fell in love with you.”

“Oh?” he asked with a large grin on his face.

“Yes,” you grinned back. “I’m proud to be Mrs. Torrance.”

Without warning, he scooped you up in his arms.

“Danny!” you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

“If you remember correctly, I told you that I wanted to carry you into our home when you moved in here,” Dan told him. “I plan to do that.”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “I won’t protest.”

He carried you through the house and towards the bedroom. As he opened the door with his back, you heard the distant sound of bells.

“What’s that about?” you asked curiously.

Dan beamed as he looked down at you. “The war’s over. Those are the celebration bells.”

“So you’re home for good now?” you asked, trying to keep the obvious glee from your voice.

“I’m home for good,” he grinned before kissing you deeply as he lowered you to the bed.

#dan torrance x reader #dan torrance #Doctor Sleep #arranged marriage au

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carminecalico · 4 years ago

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Eren x Armin “Fuck Away The Pain” Chapter 8 “I Hope”

Armin finally confronts Jean in a unique way

this chapter uses I Hope by Gabby Barrett

*also quick note.

My story is also on Ao3 the link is below I would love it if y’all showed it some love on there too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28809192?view_full_work=true

"Damn Armin, love the new look." Reiner said wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "You went from angel to delinquent real quick, and where were you hiding these biceps?" He took his free hand and grabbed the muscle bump on his arm. Armin chuckled leaning into Reiner, shaking his head. He was currently wearing a pair of ripped black skinny jeans tucked into his white Doc Martens, with a chain hanging on his right side. He had a black crop top with red roses on it. He even let Ymir and Eren talk him into a little eyeliner on his waterline.

"Reiner stop hitting on me." Armin said chuckling as he pulled his arm off him while they waited for Eren to finish getting ready. The band had all complimented his new look but Reiner took it a hair further. Mostly cause he knew it’d bother Eren, and he thought it was funny. Eren walked out of the bathroom in a black band shirt and ripped blue jeans with chains hanging off the sides.

“Oh come on Armin...” He threw his arms around his neck pulling him close, “I think I could show you a good time.” He leaned his head next to Armin’s leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You look like the kind that likes a big strong man you know?”

Eren growled lowly before yanking Reiner’s arm off Armin and pulling the blonde to his chest in one motion. “Fuck off Reiner.” He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist holding him protectively from Reiner. Eren and Reiner had a stare-off until the taller of the two laughed it off and grabbed his drumsticks.

“You’re so dramatic Er, he was just joking.” Armin leaned up pressing a few light kisses along Eren’s jaw while wrapping his arms around his neck. “I’m not going anywhere.” The brunette smiled down at him tracing small circles in his back. Armin leaned into him closing his eyes. “I’m getting kind of nervous Er...” Eren pressed a kiss to his head rubbing his back gently.

“Don’t be, I’m gonna be there with you the whole time. You sound great when we practice.” Eren assured him keeping him close as the rest of the band all chime in with affirmations. Reiner getting a death glare from Eren when he claimed he’d like to make Armin sing in bed. Which made Reiner chuckle lowly with a smirk on his face.

“Guys, we’re gonna be late if we don’t head out soon.” Bertholdt said helping Annie get up from his lap, before getting up himself. Ymir, Annie, and Bertholdt piled into the van with all the band equipment leaving Reiner, Eren, and Armin to drive in Armin’s car. Much to Eren’s dislike, he ended up in the backseat with Reiner riding shotgun. Armin giggled at his pouting boyfriend before starting the car and driving over to Mikasa’s bar, The Garrison.

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"Armin! What did you do?!" Connie exclaimed when Armin got to their table with Eren wrapping his arm around his shoulders from behind the blonde. He had to start setting up soon so he didn't bother sitting.

Jean’s eyes raked his ex's body taking in the new look before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. The crop top was just high enough to show Armin‘s slightly toned stomach, which used to be covered in his hickies. Jean counted three on his stomach, two on his collar bone, and two more on his neck. The slightly smudged eyeliner made Armin‘s eyes look bluer and harder to look away from. The haircut and new style took him from cute to hot and it bothered Jean, 'why couldn't he have done this before?' it wasn't fair. The worst of it? He looked so much happier without him.

"It's called a makeover, Connie." Armin laughed as he sat down taking his drink from Eren. He took a small sip as the brunette pressed his lips to his head before making his way to the make-shift stage. Armin just ignored Jean and Marco's existence but no one was surprised by that, but it made Jean angry and Marco nervous. Everyone in the group knew about Armin‘s evil mastermind side and none ever wanted to be on the receiving end, it was scary. One time in high school some guys made fun of Sasha, no one remembers what they said. Armin not only managed to get some chemicals in their lunches that gave them rashes for five weeks, but he also got screenshots of their dating profiles on a gay site and posted them around the school. Normally Armin wouldn't out anyone no matter what, but these two were openly homophobic at school so it was fine, he thought.

The Warriors started their set and Armin watched Eren with soft eyes and a small smile on his lips. His eyes never left Eren, watching his eyes shimmer with excitement. Eren loves performing, anyone with half a brain could see it, his eyes almost glowed. The brunette looked over catching Armin’s gaze and winked at him before a giant smile took over his face. Once again Jean found himself glaring between the two in his own pity. He downed a total of four drinks during their first set so when Eren made his way over to grab Armin to step outside he was a little tipsy. “You must think you’re soooo cool huh? You even made Armin change his look, he looked perfectly fine before.”

“First off Jean,” Armin interjected before Eren had a chance. His voice was cold and harsh giving everyone at the table a small case of goosebumps. “I wanted to get a makeover this was my choice. Secondly, you have no right to try to talk down Eren because of your own insecurities and issues.”

“You are soo dick whipped huh Armin? Can’t see how he’s brainwashing you?” Eren started to charge over to Jean before Armin stepped in front of him placing his hand on his chest keeping him in place.

“Jean that’s enough...” Marco said quietly from his seat placing a hand on his arm. Armin sent a glare to Marco and Jean before ushering Eren outside to cool off. Ymir whistled from the bar to get Armin’s attention, tossing a pack of cigarettes to him when he made eye contact with her. He heard and small thudding indicating a lighter in the pack and waved his free hand to her silently thanking her before walking outside. Armin found Eren on the far end of the patio leaning on the railing his jaw clenched tight. He walked up behind the brunette and wrapped his arms around his waist burying his face in his shoulder blade.

Eren turned in his arms wrapping his arms around his shoulders holding him close. He pressed his lips against Armin’s head gently and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry princess...”

“Don’t be, I can’t believe I dated that.” Armin looked up at Eren smiling at him before showing him the pack of cigarettes from Ymir. “Ymir figured you needed one.”

Eren eagerly grabbed them and kept one arm around Armin’s shoulders while pulling out a cigarette for each of them, pocketing the pack. He leaned close as they put the cigarettes in their mouths and lit theirs together. “Ymir is a lifesaver. How are you feeling sunshine?”

Armin chuckled before taking a puff off his cigarette. “Nervous. Not too bad though cause I know you’ll be there on stage.” The blonde sighed gently feeling Eren’s nails gently scratch at his back exposed by his shirt. “Do you have a wireless mic? I think it’d be more shocking if I was at the table to start.”

Eren smirked as he gently grabbed Armin’s chin and tilted his face up until their eyes met. “I like the way you think princess.” The blonde smiled before leaning in pressing his lips to Eren’s smiling as he trails his free hand up to his chest. The brunette let out a low moan into the kiss pulling Armin closer to him by the waist before pushing his tongue past his lips to play with Armin’s gently. Armin gave a soft whine against Eren’s lips digging his nails into his chest. The brunette pulled away pressing his forehead to Armin’s panting slightly. “You always take my breath away, mio prezioso”

“Min dyrebare..” Armin smiled gently before placing his cigarette between his lips and taking a puff off it. Eren smiled at him before taking a puff off his own cigarette.

“I knew you two would still be out here.” Ymir called from the door and walked over with Historia right behind her. Eren rolled his eyes before tossing Ymir her pack back.

“Thanks for these Ymir, I think we both needed one.” The group all talked amongst themselves while everyone minus Historia finished their cigarettes before heading inside. Eren grabbed their wireless microphone and tucked it in his back pocket before walking over to the table and leaning on the spot next to Armin. The blonde casually grabbed the microphone and placed it in his lap quickly. It immediately blended into his jeans so you wouldn’t notice it was there. Eren leaned over and pressed an obnoxiously drawn-out kiss to Armin’s lips just to piss off Jean before winking at him then making his way to the stage. “Hi, we’re back everyone!” Eren made eye contact with Armin before tapping his mic. The blonde taking the hint tapped the top of his before seeing the subtle thumbs up from Bertholdt. His heart was racing and he couldn’t tell if it was more out of nerves or excitement. Eren hearing the all-clear turned to Reiner and gave him a nod. “This is ‘I hope’ by Gabby Barrett.”

The band kicked off playing the song and Armin slowly brought the microphone from his lap to in front of his lips. The table was too busy watching the band to notice until Armin started singing his eyes trained on Eren’s to try and calm his racing heart. "I, I hope he makes you smile, the way it made me smile." Everyone at the table turned to the blonde with jaws dropped. A smile crept onto Armin‘s face feeling his nerves settle at Eren’s assuring smile. "On the other end of a phone, in the middle of a highway driving alone. Oh baby I, I hope you hear a song, that makes you sing along and gets you thinking 'bout him. Then the last several miles turns into a blur, yeah." Armin turns his head to look right into Jean's eyes his gaze cold. "I hope you both feel the sparks by the end of the drive, I hope you know he's the one by the end of the night, I hope you never ever felt more free, tell your friends that you're so happy."

Armin got out of his seat sauntering over behind Jean before leaning his free arm on his ex's shoulder. "I hope he comes along and wrecks every one of your plans, I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on his hand, I hope he's wilder than your wildest dreams. He's everything you're ever gonna need and then I hope he cheats, like you did on me." Eren joins in on vocals as backup and their voices mesh together perfectly, like a match made in heaven. Armin glares at Jean and Marco before walking over to the stage and wrapped his free arm around Eren's shoulders. "And then I hope he cheats, like you did on me." The brunette wrapped his arm around Armin’s waist pulling his microphone off the stand.

"Yeah babe, I hope he shows up in a 2 AM pic from his friend, hanging on to a guy, and you just ain't him. I hope you stay up all night all alone waiting by the phone and then he calls." Armin takes Eren’s outstretched hand and lets the brunette gently twirl him making him smile. They intertwined their fingers and Armin felt a surge of confidence go through him. "And baby I, I hope you work it out, forgive and just about forget, and take him on a first date again. And when you lean in for a kiss!" The blonde faced Jean and Marco with a cold smile. "I hope you both feel the sparks by the end of the drive, I hope you know he's the one by the end of the night, I hope you never ever felt more free. Tell your friends that you're so happy." Armin feels Eren wrap his arm around his waist and leans back into the brunette's chest. "I hope he comes along and wrecks every one of your plans, I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on his hand, I hope he's wilder than your wildest dreams. He's everything you're ever gonna need and then I hope he cheats, like you did on me." Eren smiles softly at Armin before sending a glare at Jean. "And then I hope he cheats, like you did on me."

"I hope it goes, comes all the way around, I hope he makes you feel the same way about him that I feel about you right now." Armin takes a deep breath stepping away from Eren and walks over to Jean again. "I hope you both feel the sparks by the end of the drive, I hope you know he's the one by the end of the night, I hope you never ever felt more free. Tell your friends that you're so happy." Armin grabs the front of Jean's shirt pulling him down so they're face to face. "I hope he comes along and wrecks every one of your plans, I hope you spend your last dime to put a rock on his hand, I hope he's wilder than your wildest dreams, he's everything you're ever gonna need. And then I hope he cheats, like you did on me." Armin lets go of Jean causing him to almost fall. "And then I hope he cheats, like you did on me. Like you did on me." Suddenly, Eren was behind the blonde when the song ended and he wrapped an arm around Armin’s waist.

"Jean are you fucking kidding?!" Mikasa looked pissed, not that everyone else didn't look mad, it's just she was even more so. Plus she was just as scary as Armin when she was angry enough. "You were our first friend! How could you?!" Mikasa lunged over the table at Jean her eyes glowing with anger. Connie and Sasha grabbed her arms to stop her but she was slipping out of their grasp. Reiner jumped up from the drumset and rushed over easily picking Mikasa up by the waist before setting her on his shoulder.

"Girl, Imma need you to chill, he's not worth the charges. I'm gonna help her cool off you guys do your thing." He carried her outside and for from the door before he set her back on the ground.

Sasha and Connie sighed before turning back to Jean. "How could you do that to Armin?" Sasha's eyes teared up and Connie placed a hand gently on her back. "All he ever did was love you and that's the thanks he gets from you? He took care of you and you stabbed him in the back!" Sasha leaned into Connie‘s chest as he wrapped his arms around her, one around her waist and one around her shoulders.

Armin walked outside to check on Mikasa as Eren wrapped an arm around Sasha who immediately latched on to him instead. "Marco... What did he ever do to you?" Connie asked the freckled boy who was cowering behind Jean. Marco looked down at the ground. Eren held Sasha close to him running a hand through her hair.

Connie just shook his head before laughing. "I thought we were all each other's ride or dies. Armin didn't deserve that...."

"I KNOW OKAY!" Jean screamed and the bar went silent. Marco clung to Jean's back trying to avoid the stares. "I know, I hate how it went down, I just never knew how to tell him. I promised forever to him and I couldn't keep it."

"Not being able to keep a promise and betrayal are two different things horse face." Eren rolled his eyes before Connie helped him lead Sasha outside. They found Armin hugging Mikasa tightly, his head buried in her neck. She was gently running a hand through his hair. The three that just walked out circled them and pulled them into a group hug. Eren found a way to nuzzle his face in Armin‘s neck before pressing his lips to the blonde's skin gently.

"Eren, Reiner, I'm okay if you want to go finish your set. I just need a little more time before going inside." Armin looked up at Reiner, who was leaning on the wall. "Thank you for tonight." Eren pressed a kiss to Armin‘s head before walking inside with Reiner. The blonde pulled himself out of the huddle to lean back on the railing with everyone quickly following suit.

"So ore we keying his BMW or slashing his tires?" Connie asked after a few minutes of silence causing the group to laugh.

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #armin arlert #Eremin #eren x armin #aot anime #Eren Jaeger #eren yeager #justjoccesaotfic

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No Need Convincing Me [Tattoo Artist!Calum AU] Part 1

Summary: Elodie Banks hadn’t expected to get so caught up in her best friend’s tattoo artist. But all it took was one meeting with Calum Hood for Elodie to feel herself drawing towards him and the ink on his skin. Maybe once she was rid of a miserable relationship and the insecurities that came with it, she’d allow herself to realize that Calum was just as wrapped up in her.

A/N: This mini-fic is most likely going to have 6 parts in total, or so that’s the plan so far. I’m really excited for this, and it’s very loosely based off the song Dark Side by R5. Happy reading, friends!

All Parts: Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Part 1

The sound of Elodie’s nails clicking together overpowered the dull buzz of the tattoo gun going off in the parlor over, hidden by a wall separating them, or the faint music playing as her brown eyes took in her surroundings. The black walls had posters up, ranging from art work, band posters, and grids of minimalist tattoo designs, while the three walls of the parlor, save for the entryway only separated by the rest of the shop by a curtain, had a counter running the perimeter of it with various instruments for tattoos and piercings. Elodie’s nose tickled with the faint smell of antiseptic, and as she took in the many instruments lying about, she found herself liking that everything was neat; every item had its own place where it sat, not at all haphazardly strewn about.

Though, she figured if this place didn’t have as good of ratings as it did, Dominique would never frequent it.

Her best friend sat comfortably, familiarly, on the black leather chair as she scrolled through her phone, only looking up when Elodie’s clicking began getting out of hand. Putting her phone down, Dominique tilted her head and mused, “You know I appreciate you coming, El, but if you’re nervous—”

“I’m not nervous,” Elodie instantly cut in, her words accompanied by a gentle breathless laugh that wasn’t all too convincing. She couldn’t lie—she did feel a bit out of place in the tattoo shop. Elodie was fond of the long, flowing floral dresses she often wore, but in this moment, she felt like an unwanted splatter of color in the all black of the shop.

She watched as the fond smile quirked at Dominique’s full lips, green eyes that were vibrant against her chocolatey skin flickering down to Elodie’s hands. “You’re clicking your nails,” Dominique responded, as if that was a strong enough fact to back up her side. It was. Elodie had the habit of clicking her long nails together when she felt even the slightest bit anxious.

Once Dominique pointed that out, Elodie placed her hands on her knees, offering a reassuring smile. “I’m good. Just hungry.”

Her friend eyed her for a few more seconds before smiling. “It’ll be quick, I promise, and then we can stuff ourselves with Shake Shack.”

Elodie grinned, not at all opposing that idea, just as footsteps could be heard on the other side of the black and red curtain, the rings on top zinging as it was parted to show who was stepping in. Elodie looked away from Dominique, eyes on the newcomer, feeling whatever she was going to say to her friend die in her throat at the sight of the man entering.

“Hey, Dom, good t’see you again,” the guy spoke, dark brown eyes on Dominique as he offered her a small smile. And then his gaze shifted to Elodie, who was staring up at him from where she sat on one of the spare tools, and his eyebrows raised. His eyes remained on her as he said to Dominique, “And you’ve brought a friend.” He held his hand out, one that had a couple of letters tattooed on the skin between his thumb and index finger. “Calum.”

He spoke lowly but in a slight accented voice, and Elodie hadn’t known someone’s voice could have her stomach twisting unexpectedly until she heard Calum speak. The deep timber of his voice, hinted with a rasp, tickled Elodie’s chest as she forced herself to lift her hand and grasp Calum’s, hers feeling incredibly small in the warmth of his, heat spreading through her as he grasped onto her hand and kept his eyes on hers. Brown met brown, his dangerously dark, and Elodie wondered if it was possible to quite literally melt under someone’s gaze.

She somehow found her voice, only just enough to say softly, “Elodie,” as Calum shook her hand.

He offered her a nod just as he let go of her hand, and Elodie was unnerved at the coldness she felt at the lack of his touch, forcing a shy smile as Calum hummed, “Nice to meet you, Elodie,” as he moved past her to where Dominique lay.

Elodie’s eyes followed him as he walked past, his footsteps heavy with his Docs, and she used the moment of his gaze being elsewhere to take in the sight of him before she could help herself. She watched the pocket chain attached to his black pants dangle as he bent a bit, reaching between his legs for the vacant stool and dragging it towards the work station before sitting down. As Calum settled, Elodie noted the tattoos decorating the skin of his left arm, consisting of words and artwork alike, and she told herself she was admiring the ink rather than the muscles under his skin.

He shifted, and Elodie’s gaze snapped up to see Calum’s eyes on her, and a fire erupted in her cheeks at the knowledge of Calum having so obviously caught her admiring him. Guilt made her want to say that she was just looking at his tattoos, which was plausible, but mortification had her pressing her lips together and quickly averting her gaze.

Elodie remained silent as Calum and Dominique conversed familiarly before he started prepping for her tattoo. She’d shown Elodie what she was getting, an outline of a scorpion for her horoscope on the back of her arm, which she thought was fitting for Dominique. She watched, a fly on the wall, as Calum adjusted the chair Dominique was on before she shifted positions to lay on her stomach so it was easier for Calum to work, and Elodie found herself pressing her lips together and sucking in a mute breath through her nose when the tattoo gun in Calum’s gloved hands started buzzing.

Elodie wasn’t quite sure how long this would take, but she found herself getting lost in the process. She had tried desperately to focus her gaze on Dominique’s skin as the ink was gunned onto it, but she found herself wincing at the sight of the needle on Dominique as if she could feel it on her own body, and so her gaze began wandering to the man doing the tattooing.

At one point, from where she lay, Dominique said, “El, hold my hand so I know you haven’t passed out.”

Calum had taken that moment to draw the gun back to wipe at Dominique’s skin, his gaze flickering up to look at Elodie as she got up from her stool. She tried not to notice the small smirk that upturned one corner of his lips as she mumbled almost childishly, “I’m not gonna pass out. Jeez.”

She moved to the other side of the table Dominique was on, grasping onto her best friend’s hand—for whose comfort it was for, Elodie didn’t know nor care because in this new position, she had a better view of Calum working. Because she couldn’t watch the sight of ink against skin—instead, her eyes went to the man doing the work.

There wasn’t an intense look of concentration on Calum’s face, as Elodie had expected. In fact, he looked calm as he worked, dark eyes fixated on what he was doing, only the subtlest furrow between his eyebrows. His hair was too short, buzzed, to get in the way as he kept his head ducked to work, and Elodie could feel herself getting dangerously fixated on the way his tongue would occasionally poke out to wet his lower lip, forcing herself to avert her gaze when her heart thudded against her chest guiltily.

Yet her eyes would draw back to him, lost in the buzzing sound of the tattoo gun and the focus on Calum’s face, unable to look at anything else but him. Elodie’s gaze only broke when Calum eventually finished and the gun was set down, grabbing a handheld mirror to show Dominique as he held it above. Elodie found herself leaning over a bit as well, tucking locks of her light brown hair behind her ear as she gazed down at the tattoo.

Her eyebrows raised, taking in the neat linework, Dominique’s dark skin having some undertones of red where it was irritated, though Elodie figured that would ease. She’d seen her friend’s other tattoos before, but this was the first time Elodie was looking at it just done, the first time she was looking at the man who did it, and she found a smile quirking at her lips.

“What do you think?” Dominique asked, tilted her head a bit to meet Elodie’s gaze, who grinned in return.

“It’s beautiful,” she answered honestly, watching as Dominique’s grin widened and they both looked at Calum, who looked equal parts proud and smug at his latest artwork. Elodie knew he had the right to be. She always admired other people’s tattoos, but she’d never really given much thought to the ones who do them; it was incredible.

Calum’s eyes met Elodie’s upon her voicing her comment, and her smile turned shy as he kept their gazes locked while preparing to wrap up Dominique’s tattoo. It wasn’t long until they were done, and soon enough Dominique was giving Calum a hug before he led them towards the front area of the shop. Elodie noted a tall blonde they hadn’t seen when they walked in earlier lingering by reception, chatting up with the pretty brunette sitting behind the glass desk that displayed more small tattoo designs as well as jewelry for piercings. But she kind of recognized him—Elodie had seen him in one or two of Dominique’s Instagram posts.

“Dominique!” the blonde greeted loudly, a friendly grin on his face. “Was hoping to see you—you’re coming Friday night, right?”

“Ashton’s gonna be there—of course she is,” the brunette behind the counter spoke with a teasing grin, and Elodie watched Dominique shoot her a playful grin before rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Dominique answered with a laugh, throwing her untattooed arm around Elodie’s shoulders and pulling her shorter friend into her side. “And I’m bringing this one with me. El, this is Luke and Sierra, and this is my best girl, Elodie.”

She shyly returned the greetings from the two people, though Elodie wondered what the hell Dominique was talking about. There had been no mentions of anything going on Friday night, though she supposed that was in true Dominique style. Her best friend had the habit of ambushing Elodie with plans to get her to go out more, and while Elodie was fine with grabbing dinner or just spending time in general with Dominique, the latter had the habit of keeping certain plans to herself until the last minute because they involved bars or clubs. Those weren’t typically Elodie’s scene, but she ventured because Dominique was always at her side. Not always, though.

Elodie zoned back into the conversation just as Dominique said, “Alright, we’ll see y’all on Friday. We gotta grab some food.”

She sounded her goodbyes before heading towards the door, and Elodie offered the three of them a friendly smile of her own as she voiced her own, “Have a good night.”

Luke and Sierra reciprocated the sentiment and Elodie’s gaze trailed over to Calum, who was leaning on the counter with one elbow, though his eyes were on her. He was watching her intently and Elodie couldn’t help but get the feeling that he was reading her. Her stomach flipped, wondering what could be going through his mind, a muscle subtly working in his jaw before he returned, “Good to meet you.”

Elodie left shortly after, letting out a breath as she stepped out onto the sidewalk and the door to the shop shut behind her. She was briefly bathed in the neon of the shop sign before following Dominique, though Elodie found herself glancing over her shoulder at the tattoo parlor. H & H Tattoo and Piercing.

“What—you couldn’t stop staring at Cal and now you wanna ogle at his shop’s sign, too?”

Dominique’s playful words had Elodie’s head snapping forward, so fast that Dominique feared for her friend’s neck, while a heated flush spread across Elodie’s cheeks. She gaped at an amused Dominique as they continued walking, and Elodie tightened her grip on the strap of her bag as she swallowed the nervous lump that had formed in her throat. “I wasn’t staring at Calum!” she denied, only barely stumbling over her words.

“I wouldn’t blame you if you were,” Dominique hummed, lips upturned into a knowing smirk as she glanced down at a flustered Elodie. “He’s stupid hot.”

Elodie bit the inside of her lower lip, fighting the urge to instantly voice her agreement. Stupid hot was putting it lightly. But before Elodie could venture into the dangerous territory pertaining to thoughts she shouldn’t be having, she shot her friend a look. “You know I—”

She didn’t even have to finish as Dominique waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” she relented with a disappointed huff of a breath. They crossed the street and Dominique dropped the conversation, instead telling Elodie, “But, yeah, you’re coming out with me Friday night.” With a grin, she added, “You can finally meet Ashton and not just through FaceTime.”

Elodie let out a gentle laugh at that as a breeze blew by, the material of her long dress flowing as she walked. She wasn’t even going to try to talk herself out of staying in on Friday night—because she didn’t want to. Dominique had started seeing a guy, Ashton, at the start of August, just a few days after Elodie and her family left to London for vacation, and she’d heard all about the guy Dominique met while out with friends who was, to put it in Dominique’s more free-spirited terms, the best fuck she’d ever had.

And try as Dominique might to just show it off as some casual fling, Elodie could tell by the smile on Dominique’s face and the way her bright eyes light up at the mere mention of Ashton that he meant a lot more to her than just someone she was passing time with. She liked him and Elodie, for one, couldn’t wait to meet the man who’d so easily managed to put a crack in Dominique’s tough exterior.

Even if it meant coincidentally hanging out with Calum.

*****

“So does my best friend have your approval?”

Calum wasn’t quite sure what pushed him to spark up a conversation with Elodie, much less what pushed him to sit on the stool next to her right when Dominique had excused herself. But the second he saw that Elodie would be sitting alone at the bar, he muttered something incoherent to Michael before his feet began moving him closer to the bar. He slid onto the stool before anyone else had the chance to do, placing his near empty glass on the bar top as the clink of glass coming in contact with wood was lost amidst the loud music playing.

It was warm in the bar, the lights providing a blue and purple hue, and the people dancing off on the side where the DJ was set up only added onto the heat Calum could feel sticking to him. Still, his leather jacket hugged him snugly, the alcohol only adding onto the warmth, and yet none of it mattered the second Elodie had followed Dominique into the bar. He’d been sitting on the couch, chatting with Luke and Crystal, before his eyes had moved past them and towards the door, as if Elodie’s presence was a magnet to draw his gaze towards her.

He’d felt his tongue press against his lower teeth at the sight of her, pretty and sweet in high waisted black shorts, a lacy white bodysuit underneath a sheer black and floral full sleeved top, and Calum was surprised at the itch in his fingers to run them through her long hair. He didn’t know what to do with the thought that she reminded him of a fairy. Or a mermaid. Except for give himself a fucking slap in the face because what the fuck was he thinking about? Never had he compared a girl to a fucking mythical creature—he couldn’t even claim to be drunk or high to excuse the ridiculous thought.

Calum’s throat had dried when Elodie smiled at him, small and shy and stunning. Yeah. Maybe she was a fucking fairy.

Elodie looked at Calum upon hearing his words and he fought the urge to focus on the way her glossed lips were wrapped around the straw to sip at her Long Island iced tea. Eyebrows raised, he thought for a moment that she was more focused on him sitting down next to her than what he said, which he resisted the urge to smirk at, before Elodie blinked. “Oh, uh,” she sounded before letting out a quiet laugh. Calum strained to hear it over the music playing. “Yeah, I think he does.” Then, to Calum’s surprise, Elodie leaned in just a bit, prompting him to do the same as her brown eyes met his, and she said through a conspiratorial smile, “But don’t tell Dom I said that; she’ll just deny their relationship.”

She pulled back with a giggle, the softest sound Calum’s ever heard, and it took him a moment to sit up straight as his eyes remained on hers, fighting the need to clear his throat as he shot her a lazy smirk. “She does that with you too, huh?” he raised an eyebrow. “Thought Ash was the only one in denial.”

Elodie gave a shake of her head, though her smile told Calum she was amused as she pulled her glass towards her. “They might just be perfect for each other,” she mused before pulling the straw back to her lips.

He watched the sweep of her lashes as she gazed down at her drink, and Calum once again had to look away from Elodie as he downed the last bit of his drink. All he wanted to do was stare at the girl sitting next to him, yet somehow, the action felt wrong. Like staring at her the way he wanted to wasn’t good enough—like she was too sweet for a stare like his on her. And Calum was completely bewildered by the desire to just look at her; he’d felt it when he first met her at his shop, and that was the first time Calum had found himself really needing to keep his gaze on his work, fighting the urge to look at Elodie when he could feel her gaze on him. She watched him, just like he was trying not to watch her. He didn’t understand why it was so maddening.

Gesturing for the bartender, Calum got himself another drink, exchanging his gin for whiskey, and despite his mind screaming at him to walk away, he turned his body ever so slightly towards Elodie. He rested his Doc clad feet on the low bar of his stool, elbow on the bar top as he asked, “Dom said you were in London this past month. How was it?”

The urge to punch himself right in the jaw overwhelmed Calum as he gritted his teeth. What the hell was he doing? Since when was he one for small talk? Since when did he care enough for it? He wanted to cringe at himself, down a few more drinks to drown out the mocking voice in his head repeatedly telling him he was being an idiot, but then his eyes met Elodie’s once more. She looked surprised at his inquiry, like she didn’t think he would ask her anything of the personal nature, and he didn’t blame her. Calum didn’t think so, either; but apparently his mouth had a mind of its own. When it came to her it seemed, at least.

“Yeah, it was fun,” Elodie responded, lips curling ever so slightly in that shy smile. He fought himself from mirroring it, his own mouth remaining in a straight line as the bartender brought him his new drink. “I think it might be one of my favorite cities,” she added wistfully, finger trailing the rim of her glass as she glanced at him. “Have you ever been?”

Calum licked his teeth after sipping his drink, the smoky whiskey tickling his throat in the way that he liked. His rings clinked against them glass as he held on to it, noting the way Elodie’s gaze flickered down to the sound. “A couple of times. My sister lives there, so I try to visit when I can.”

Her eyes met his, the brown of her irises glittering under the lights, and suddenly the alcohol in his system was sizzling at the smile she wore. She did that a lot—smiled. He’d only seen shy and small ones, probably because she wasn’t entirely comfortable with him yet, but Calum knew her real smiles, the ones that carried every inch of joy she could feel, would knock him right off his feet. His grip on the glass tightened. What was wrong with him?

“I wish I had siblings,” Elodie said, almost sadly, as her gaze dropped to her glass. “Being an only child is . . . Boring.” She had hesitated, and Calum figured it was because she’d wanted to say something else instead of boring. Lonely, maybe. With a gentle laugh, one Calum heard over the music, she added, “But Dom’s always been like a sister to me, so I don’t think I’m missing out on too much.”

For a second, Calum felt the urge to lie to her. To tell her that being an only child wasn’t too bad, that having siblings was overrated. All for the purpose of making her feel better, to rid of that lamenting smile on her face that hid a dull ache she failed to hide. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it, to tell her a lie, because he didn’t know what he’d do without his sister. More importantly, Calum couldn’t figure out where the fuck the urge to lie to her came from. A tiny white lie, but one nonetheless in the hopes of making her feel lighter.

Why did he care?

But before he could even open his mouth, an arm draped over Elodie’s shoulders as a man came to stand on her other side, and a frown instantly drew together Calum’s eyebrows at the way Elodie’s eyes widened at the unexpected weight and she tensed when she saw the face of the man. Calum’s shoulders straightened, free hand ready to snap the guy’s arm off, until the guy leaned down and pressed a kiss to Elodie’s lips with an easy greeting of, “Hey, babe.”

Calum hoped to keep the confusion off his face, one that quickly morphed to realization as Elodie straightened and looked away from Calum to look up at the guy. He could barely hear the soft tone of her voice as she returned, “Hi—I didn’t think you’d make it.”

The guy scoffed, still standing as he raised his eyebrows. “You kidding? You barely wanna go to bars—I’m taking advantage.” It was then when the guy’s green eyes shifted over to Calum, expression turning into a guarded, suspicious one as Calum eyed him down. He was dressed in navy blue pants and a white button down tucked in, looking as if he just got off the clock on Wall Street, with blonde hair gelled back and an expensive watch on his wrist. Calum held back a snort. He looked like a douchebag. “Who’s this?”

“Oh.” Elodie blinked, turning to look back at Calum, a small smile tilting her lips as their eyes met. Calum returned her gaze, tearing it away from the man whose arm was around her shoulders, pretending as if it wasn’t the most forced sight he’d seen. She looked uncomfortable. “This is Calum, my friend.” He quirked the subtlest eyebrow at her, wondering if her cheeks flushed under the lights as she ducked her gaze. They were friends. And judging by the look on the dude’s face, Calum saw that he didn’t seem too keen at the news. “Calum, this is my boyfriend, Nathan.”

Calum wanted to laugh. He truly did. He wanted to laugh out of confusion and pity, because the way Elodie was suddenly sitting with straightened shoulders that were being weighed down by Nathan’s arm told him how unwanted the touch was. And when he looked at Nathan, Calum noted the way he stood over Elodie, domineering and possessive, and if Calum was someone else, maybe he would’ve felt a fraction of intimidation. Instead, he just wanted to laugh. And tell Nathan to fuck off. But it wasn’t his place.

“Good to meet you, Calum,” Nathan said, his tone holding no niceties as he eyed the brunette blankly. Then his gaze flickered downwards before asking, “Mind if I steal your seat? Been a long day and I wanna sit with my girl.”

Calum wondered if he’d imagined the pointed, possessive tone Nathan spoke in, like he had more of a right to sit next to Elodie than Calum did. It was laughable, the jealousy Nathan was failing to hide, and Calum looked at Elodie then, who was pursing her lips and had her head ducked, gaze only lifting briefly to meet Calum’s. She looked small. Timid. Much more so than before.

Grabbing his glass, Calum planted his feet on the floor before standing up, forcing himself to tear his gaze away from Elodie to look at Nathan. He smirked, noting the way Nathan had to look up at him just a bit as Calum was a couple of inches taller than him. If he didn’t already dislike him, Calum would be impressed by the stony look on Nathan’s face. But Calum got bad vibes from this dude, and so he kept the condescending smirk on his face that seemed to throw Nathan off.

Though, the smirk fell off Calum’s face as soon as he turned his back to them and walked away, exhaling sharply through his nose as he went. He didn’t know what it was, but in that thirty second interaction, Calum wasn’t impressed with that Nathan guy.

He found himself at the other end of the bar, far from Elodie and Nathan, and Calum stepped up to Dominique’s side as she leaned forward against the bar, Ashton on her other side. Calum dropped his arm around her shoulders, catching both her and Ashton’s attention, and asked, “What’s up that dude’s ass?”

Dominique lowered her glass, shooting Calum a puzzled look before he nodded his head forward, and she and Ashton both followed his gaze until they landed on the sight of Elodie and Nathan. Calum watched as they engaged in a conversation—or, as it seemed to him, as Elodie was left listening to whatever Nathan was saying. Even from where he was, Calum could somehow pick up on the fact that she was desperately trying to be interested, but wasn’t actually.

Dominique let out a frustrated groan, her shoulders under Calum’s arm tensing as her expression contorted into a glare. “For fuck’s sake,” she grunted, the curse nearly drowned out by the music. They were right by a speaker. “Why is he here?”

Calum raised an eyebrow, placing his glass on the bar as he dropped his arm from her shoulders and folded both of his on the bar top. “Maybe ’cause he’s her boyfriend?”

He could hear the distaste in his own voice, earning a look from Ashton that he promptly ignored, as Dominique let out a scoff. “He’s a dick,” she stated matter of factly, green eyes narrowed into a glare at the man in question. “And Elodie deserves more than someone who forces her into a box.”

Calum looked at Dominique, the frown on his face returning as he swallowed a sip of his whiskey. He continued to grow warmer and warmer under the material of his jacket, but he didn’t care as he focused on his friend’s words. “Forces her into a box? What do you mean?”

Dominique let out a slow breath, bracing her hands on the counter as she twisted her lips to the side briefly. She turned her body ever so slightly to look at Calum, the aggravation clear in her eyes. “I know Elodie, and I know how fun and outgoing she can be around the right people. She’s a shy girl, and I love her, and I know she has more fun when she can be who she wants to be.” Her expression had softened when she spoke of Elodie, but then a scowl replaced it. “But when Nathan’s around, she becomes even more closed off than she is. She’s even more shy, if that’s possible, and he likes it that way. I think he prefers it when the only person she speaks to is him. I know for a fact he doesn’t like me, and Elodie is so fucking sweet when she tries to get us to get along. I just wish she wasn’t so hesitant on breaking up with the tool because I know she can be happier than she is.”

The frown deepened on Calum’s face after hearing Dominique’s words and the way she said them. No matter how loud the music, it couldn’t drown out the disdain and anger she harbored for this Nathan guy, and if he really was as much of a tool as Dominique was painting him out to be—not that Calum had any arguments; he could’ve come to that own conclusion himself—then Calum wondered why the hell was Elodie with him.

His gaze turned to Elodie and Nathan as well, saw the way he spoke animatedly while Elodie listened—he wondered if that’s all their relationship consisted of; him speaking and telling and her listening and doing. That was shit. Unable to hold back the gruff sneer, Calum said, “I don’t like him.”

He heard Ashton snort out a knowing laugh as Dominique looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Why? Did he say something?” she asked, digging for some dirt Calum wished he had.

“No,” he scoffed because they knew if Nathan did, Calum wouldn’t be afraid to put him in his place with his words or fists. With a single shrug, Calum added, “He just looked annoyed when Elodie told him I was her friend.”

Dominique let out a sharp breath of a laugh, raising her glass and clinking it with Calum’s as she smirked, “You can be her new best friend if it pisses him off more. I approve.”

Calum’s gaze went back to Elodie, who in that moment, looked at him from where she sat on her side of the bar. He saw the smallest of smiles tilt at her lips, still shy yet sweet, a sight that warmed Calum more than his whiskey. He ignored the warning bells going off in his head and returned the half smile, easy and cool. If being Elodie’s friend meant pissing off Nathan and getting to know her more, Calum was up for it.

He ignored the voice in the back of his head, taunting him and wondering where the hell his interest in her came from. Calum ignored it, because he didn’t have an answer; there was something about Elodie, about the sweet smiles and kind eyes and gentle voice that had Calum needing more. Wanting to see what else was there.

He wanted to see the side of her Dominique talked about, the side Nathan tried to force away. Calum had just met her, he knew, but he could feel himself getting drawn in by the soft glow that surrounded Elodie. Yeah—he agreed with her. They were friends.

But that was only the first step.

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tirednotflirting · 4 years ago

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i am missing you more than i should (guess i'm not out of the woods)

i attempted to post this to ao3 and then the page crashed so tumblr gets some rights today i guess.

this is another addition to the maisie thing i’m working on. title and inspo from look at me now by maisie peters

read here on ao3 if you wanna

(it’s kinda emo i apologize)

It’s a cold November night when Luke sees Calum again.

Despite the outdoor temperature being displayed on his phone screen, Luke is warm from the alcohol in his belly and the bodies milling around the bar. He’s ordered a drink to feel natural in his current setting but it’s just soda and lime. He’s stepped into this place to wait for Ashton to come pick him up. He had read one top many horror stories about ride share apps and young drunken people and now always gripes at Luke for not calling him for a pick up on a night out. So after watching all of his friends (though that’s kind of a stretch for the people he frequents clubs with) head off into the night, Luke wandered to the place he currently sits at, feeling drawn to the little dive bar he hasn’t been to in ages and sent Ashton his location.

It’s while he’s waiting for his drink that he remembers why he was drawn to this bar. This is Calum’s place. Luke can’t even think up how many pairs of hands he would need to count the number of times they had stumbled into this place, laughing with their arms around each other while tripping their way up to the bar. It’s close to the complex Calum had been living in while they were still in school. Seeing him here now at the other end of the bar, the glitter in his eyes shining even though they’re not taking a single glance in his direction, makes Luke wonder if Calum’s stuck around this area of town.

Because of course Luke wouldn’t know. Luke hasn’t said a single word to the man in ages, hasn’t seen him in probably a year and a half at this point. (He’s tempted to pull out his dying phone to find the last text messages they exchanged to track the time but he knows Ashton probably deleted their messages during one of the many times he ended up on the other man’s couch with tears raining down his cheeks.)

We want different things. That’s what Calum had told him. Luke wanted to see the world. They were about to graduate, he wanted to see everything and he wanted to see it all with Calum. The idea of settling any part of his still mess of a young life scared the hell out of him. Luke wanted to run but he wanted to do it with Calum’s hand holding his own. Calum was so practical, his mind somehow years ahead of Luke’s. They were graduating, it was time to slow down, he was always trying to explain to the boy he’d laughed with and loved for the last four years. The speeds they were trying to live their lives at during those last few months pretty much started pulling them in opposite directions, Luke supposes. Though that didn’t change how much it hurt the day he returned to his apartment to find a box of his clothes and belongings sitting in front of the door with a little note tucked into the side.

Luke had stuck to his plan. It was only in the last couple of months that he’d returned to the city and found a job more permanent, reconnected with Ashton who had stuck it out in the area for law school. He had seen so many places, so many people, so many pairs of brown eyes that had him nearly chasing after strangers on the other side of the world. He hadn’t dared to try to love someone else but eventually his brain stopped trying to play tricks on him to make him see what he had lost because he couldn’t just slow down. Eventually he didn’t wake every morning expecting to see someone curled up beneath the sheets beside him or to walk into the kitchen to find the ever studious business major drinking from the blue mug with the chip in the handle as he checked the news on his phone

Though from what he could see down the bar, Calum hadn’t been on his own since Luke saw him last. Or at least he wasn’t right now.

Luke watches a laugh escape Calum’s lips while he reaches for his glass on the bartop (always a whiskey man, Luke was never not teasing him for his old man drink preferences). He takes a sip and then raises his brows, his lips moving to ask a question Luke can still hear rolling off his tongue if he thinks back hard enough. He watches the glass get passed along to the blonde sitting in front of him and facing away from Luke. The glittering in Calum’s eye changes some as his bottom lip gets pulled between his teeth while a smirk forms on one side of his face. Luke can see the other man’s shoulders rise slightly in response to taking the sip and he wonders if the scrunched up face he used to pull when sipping Calum’s liquor is anything like this new man’s. He figures it must be as Calum’s face softens in a still vaguely familiar way and Luke watches him lean forward to press a kiss to the blonde’s cheek while a hand lifts to cover the other.

Luke squeezes his eyes shut and forces his face away from the couple. He takes a sip of his soda before shrugging his denim jacket from his arms, the bar suddenly feeling far too warm. He’s reaching for his phone in the pocket of his jacket, ready to send Ashton an SOS to get him to hurry along, when a soft voice behind him nearly throws him to the opposite side of the bar. “Luke?”

He jumps as he spins in the stool he’s seating in, Luke’s eyes suddenly meeting the ones he’s been searching for in every corner of the world. He used to spend hours lying awake thinking about this exact moment, about what it would be like to speak again for the first time with his lost great love. (If Ashton were able to hear him thinking that he would scold Luke for being so dramatic. You’re literally 24. Calm down, Luke.) “Hi, Calum,” he returns, praying his voice isn’t as shaky as it feels. The name feels foreign on his tongue and he can’t tell if he’s thankful for that or not.

“How’re you doing, man?” Calum asks, a small smile playing at his lips. “It’s wild to see you in here, not gonna lie. Thought you were still off somewhere with your wanderlust.”

Luke tries to be as subtle as he can as he reaches for his wrist to pinch himself since he’s not entirely sure he believes this moment to be real. He coughs and shakes himself out of his daze. He’s got to be an adult about all of this, he’s a grown up now. “Yeah, I moved back a couple months ago. Was starting to really stress out Mom with the whole travel thing. I’ve moved in with Ashton, if you remember him? He helped me get this admin job at the law firm he’s interning at.”

“Of course I remember Ash!” Calum beams. Luke wonders if he’s also playing at being cool but then he remembers that Calum actually had the guts to walk over to him so maybe this is just a part of being settled down. “Happy for you, Luke. Sounds like a good set up.”

Luke ignores the nostalgia threatening to cloud up his mind at the sound of his name falling from Calum’s lips a second time. “You still working for Donny then?”

“I am! He gave me like, a month after grad to chill before I got back to my old desk with a stack two feet high of files,” Calum laughs and Luke finds himself doing the same. Calum’s internship boss had always been fond of them together. Donny had once helped Luke get flowers delivered for their third anniversary. He was a good guy. “Actually, just got promoted to Managing Financial Advisor earlier this week. Was here, uh, celebrating tonight wit-”

“Hey Cal, thought I lost you there.”

The blonde Luke had only seen the back of before steps into view, his hand dropping to Calum’s back. He’s just barely shorter than Calum, though that’s likely due to the boots the latter is wearing. His eyes are wide and a pale green, like leaves in early spring. Luke wants to hate him but he can’t. This guy looks pretty nice, unfortunately.

“Sorry, love,” Calum replies softly, his hand lifting subconsciously to push hair from the other man’s eyes. It’s an action Luke remembers fondly (and somewhat painfully, if he’s being honest with himself). “Found a familiar face. Michael, this is Luke. Luke, this is Michael.”

Michael’s eyes widen just the slightest bit. Luke isn’t surprised. He can basically guarantee that he’s sitting right at the top of Calum’s ex-boyfriends to discuss list. They spent nearly all of undergrad together. If Michael’s been around for even a little bit it makes sense that he’s heard about Luke. “Nice to meet you, mate.”

“Yeah, you too.” Luke accepts the hand being offered to shake. The whole situation feels way too formal but also dazed. Though Luke is still drunk and there’s way too many memories dancing through his mind of nights out with Calum and nights in with Calum and Calum Calum Calum.

“Well,” Calum starts, his hand moving to rest lower against Michael’s back. “Our Uber is here but I’m glad I saw you Luke. Take care of yourself.”

Luke nods and wishes them both the same in a small voice while they wander away from him. He can’t hear it but based on the worried look he can see on Michael’s face as they head for the door and the way he wraps his arm more firmly around Calum’s waist, Luke knows he wasn’t the only one faking a brave face.

(He allows himself a moment to give into memory then as he thinks back on one of the last times he was headed out of this bar with Calum. It was early February, just a week and change past Calum’s birthday. The air is cold enough to see their breaths as they giggle and bumble about their new courses. Calum keeps lifting Luke’s hands between his own to blow warm air onto them to keep them warm as they head in the direction of his apartment.

When they finally make it up to the third floor and through Calum’s door, they both kick off their boots. Luke’s gone for his easier to remove ones so he has a moment to lean against the door while laughing as Calum pulls at the laces of his Docs. Once removed, Calum steps over to Luke, his arms looping around his waist while Luke’s drop to hang over his shoulders. Their laughter dies out as they sway back and forth slightly in the entryway.

“God, I love you,” Luke sighs as he drops his forehead to Calum’s. “Never want to stop loving you.”

“Please don’t.” Calum laughs gently before turning his head so their lips press together.

Whether it's seconds or hours that they stand there kissing while holding each other in the dull entryway light, Luke doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. All that matters is that Calum never lets go.)

Luke’s phone buzzes on the bartop, a text from Ashton appearing to alert him that he’s waiting in the lot out front. Luke tips back the last of his soda and shouts a thank you to the bartender. He pulls on his jacket and heads in the direction of the door.

He turns for a moment before reaching to push through back out into the cold. He glances around the open room, quick moments of memories playing out in front of him from the years before. He sighs and pulls himself out of it again.

Maybe it’s time to find a new spot to land.

#cake #cake fic #also some malum #maisie series #i think i literally apologized when speaking w meg yesterday bc i was like 'i don't wanna be mean to cake but also'#maisie posting on insta right as i type these tags omfg

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alias-b · 5 years ago

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angel cake.

Summary: Former enemies, now friends and maybe lovers, Billy Hargrove and Evie Fenny start teasing in a church confessional. Things take a turn for the heated when Billy's imagination gets away from him. ~Also posted on my AO3

Billy/plus size!OC. Fucking in a confessional. Sin. Filth. Thanks for reading. Weird to write them romantically bc the start of the fic is Rough. They have work to do. Billy Being Nasty In Church. Teaser at later stuff for my new enemies to friends to lovers Billy/OC Fic, Sins of My Youth, that I want to start posting. XOXO.

Billy Hargrove x Evie Fenny

angel cake. 🍰

“You really have to go to this thing?” Billy’s Camaro roared into a church parking lot. Looked out of place there. Multicolored tulips swept against the spring wind, too pleasant before the fender.

“Told mom I’d help out. I’m not staying for the festivities, they just need extra hands setting up the food and Easter egg hunt.” Aviators flashed at Evie in the passenger seat.

Billy with his arm propped in the window. Denim jacket and white button down tucked into tight jeans. Cigarette dangling out his lips. Exceptionally pretty, even against all the pastel flowers and banners set for the holiday.

“What a good daughter. Santa ought to put you on the nice list for sure.” He plucked the smoke out to exhale as she brought the car mirror down.

“Hell, I forgot I had red on today.You have napkins in here?” She opened the glove box to sift through papers. Billy extended his arm.

“Use the jacket, give me something messy to remember you by.” A wink followed before she took his wrist and smacked a ruby kiss into his forearm, printing the light wash. Eyes flicked as some of the red lipstick got swiped away, leaving a more pink tint behind.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Red is the devil’s color, Evangeline.” Came some mocking in a horrid southern accent. She scoffed with her eyes elsewhere.

“You could always come help if you’re going to pout.” She dug around her purse.

“Not pouting. Churches and I don’t mix. It’s the one thing dad and I agree on.” Billy pulled his shades down and folded them into his front pocket with the cigarettes.

“Well, pick me up in an hour, we’ll go catch something scary and sinful.” She applied chapstick and rubbed her lips together.

“Sinful? I like that.” Billy’s fingers squeezed her thigh, hot on skin and just barely under the little black suspender skirt. Evie wore a brightly colored tee with sunflowers all over it. Her usual green bomber jacket covered in patches. “That new?”

“The chapstick? No, it’s tinted and smells like watermelon though.”

“Let me try.” Billy saw her offer the tube and instead pulled her in by the collar for a kiss. Mashing their lips together. He flicked his tongue out for good measure and heard her gasp against his ferocity. It still managed to catch her off guard. A light smack when he parted, tonguing his bottom lip. “Mm, tastes like watermelon too.”

“Billy, there are people over there.” She pushed his wandering hand out of her skirt.

“I’d like to see Jesus himself come out and...what the fuck is that?” Billy’s finger lifted so Evie followed it to see the Easter Bunny leaving a lone side door. Lavender fur with white tufts, huge goofy grin.

“Yeah, they have someone dress up every year for when the kids arrive, which is in about sixty minutes, so I gotta go.” Evie had Billy’s wrist again to check the time. Pecked his cheek and shifting before he about howled. “What?” Her body jumped at the sound.

“No fucking way!” Billy was scrambling out because the bunny head had come off so a quick smoke could be snuck around back. “No way! Hey, Harrington! That you, amigo? What’s up, doc?”

Steve spun on his heel, holding a cigarette in one hand and the bunny head under his other arm. His head fell back with a groan because Billy was leaning up against his chair, bent over to belly laugh.

“Hargrove?” Steve looked mortified, but played tough. “Are they really letting you within five feet of a church?” Billy was too busy cackling to retort. Fist clenched and head resting upon his arm on the Camaro.

“The fucking tail.” Billy wasn’t stopping so Evie crossed her arms.

“What happened to Gary?” Evie approached Steve, head cocking. “Ignore Billy.”

“I try to… And food poisoning. I dropped Dustin off at home yesterday to help Claudia out and she begged me last minute. I’m getting fifteen bucks for it though. Not bad for the Saturday before Easter.” He flashed a half smile. “Suit kinda smells like potpourri, I-...Is he gonna stop or what?”

“He’ll tucker himself out eventually.” Evie turned her head to see Billy unable to get air. “Billy, take a breath already before you pass out!” A huge gulp followed. More wild laughter. “Jeez.”

“I’m never gonna live this down, shit.” Steve mumbled around his smoke, flicking it. “Asshole.”

“Might want to get back in, Pastor will have a cow if he catches you smoking in the suit.” Evie took the head to help Steve back into it.

“See you, Hargrove. Remember to breathe, dick.” The bunny snuck back in the side door. Another round of laughs at the sight of the puffy tail.

“I wanna kick his ass so bad. You don’t understand.” Billy stretched out, eyes watering and cheeks blushed. Freckles glowing.

“You short circuiting still?” Evie peered down at her boots.

“I don’t know what Easter is about, but that...was the best shit I’ve ever seen.” Billy snickered like a little boy with his hand in the cookie jar. Evie only rolled her eyes.

“New beginnings, Billy.” Heels clicked up behind them so Billy straightened quick to get his composure.

“Hey, mom.” Evie leaned out from behind the boy.

Mona Fenny appeared from the main doors, her arms full of bags. Brightly colored plastic eggs packed with treats about to spill out. Hair pumped, unable to move, with a short 60s sheath dress clinging to her body. Yellow and orange print. Something that was definitely noted by the men around. Single and ready at all times. Evie felt her cheeks heat at her mother.

“New beginnings, Miss Mona?” Billy repeated, one hand sliding into his jean pocket.

“That’s what I always thought, sugar.” That southern twang thick beyond all reach.

Billy always liked to poke fun at Evie, she had the slightest Louisiana touch to her voice that came out when she was in a more fiery disposition. She swore it wasn’t true.

“Evie, they’re trying to get the dessert table set up. I didn’t realize Billy was joining us.” Mona continued.

“Oh, I-”

“You know, Billy was actually telling me he’s never been to a real Easter gathering before. Not a church event.” Evie’s sly smile crossed and he shot her a look. “I’m sure those big, strong arms you got would really help out setting up.” Evie came to him and gave his bicep a pat.

“That’s lovely, Billy. You know the kids just love this event, fun in the sun and more food than you’ll ever eat. Go on inside, you two. We have decorations to get going.” Mona clicked away, peppy in stride.

“I had a hair appointment.” Billy hissed through his teeth when Evie’s mother was gone.

“You want to tell my mother that you’re going to get your hair done somewhere that isn’t her salon?” Evie’s lips pressed. Billy’s face scrunched because she had him there. “I panicked, the people here are too much. Please stay.”

“Your mom never turns her volume down, does she? Looking more like a brunette Sharon Tate than a Dolly Parton.” Billy locked his car, stuffing the scorpion keychain into his pocket.

“Been like that since dad left, she’s...on the market. Trying to feel good. People notice and they say some not great stuff. She went from dressing like a nun to a model overnight.” Evie was holding her arms close to her chest still, making this unconscious patting motion Billy always noted like she was trying to console herself.

“Really bugs you, what people think.”

“It’s a small town, it bugs everyone.” Evie turned, skirt flitting while her curls bounced. “Don’t like all these guys ogling my mom.”

Doesn’t like that one might replace her dad. Evie peered back at Billy, lips pushed up to appear brighter. He decided he wanted to see her happier without force.

“I’ll stick around. You owe me.” Steps followed. One hand gave her bottom a firm pat.

“You know, the Easter Bunny has to do a dance before the festivities begin?” She whispered then. “It’s tradition.”

Billy perked up like a dog.

“Right, so, decorations?” He waltzed ahead with a giggling girl in tow. Spotted the moms passing boxes off. All stilling to see him there. Wind sweeping his blond locks like a beefcake out of a romance novel. Shirt open with his saint chain glinting upon his tanned chest. “Ladies.”

“Hi, Billy.” Came the chorus.

He ate that up a little.

Sunlight was barely felt through the spring breeze. Balloons and streamers glowed every direction. Twisted around Evie’s manicured fingers as she passed them up to Billy to be tied around the banner.

“Feel like I might float away here.” The wind swept up her unruly curls as she smiled below when Billy peered to see her. Pink and violet balloons. Yellow streamers. She looked like a piece of decadent candy there. “What?”

Billy snapped out of it.

“Why do I have to be on the ladder?” He snatched another bundle of strings from her to tie them up.

“I wore a skirt so I wouldn’t have to be.” Came the cheeky reply. Hawkins residents hurried all over to set up the grassy field.

“Let’s switch. Although, the view here ain’t half bad. I can totally see down your shirt.” His tongue swept over eager lips as eyes lowered to her breasts. Brows furrowed to glare at him. It was striking how cute she was, even angry. High, apple cheeks and pillowy lips. The sun brought some gold into lush, dark curls.

“Jerk.” An arm hanging with streamers covered her chest. “We’re standing next to a church. Behave yourself, you’re fixing to get smited.”

“God’s got bigger problems than me.” He shrugged, caught his tongue in teeth. Smirked. “Fixin’ to. Your Louisiana is showing.”

“Shut it, I got too much family down there still. Sometimes it jumps out. I don’t have an accent.”

“You so do. Just saying it’s cute.” He caught her cheeks flooding all strawberries and cream.

“Hey, I have to keep my clinically unapproachable ice queen reputation. You’re not helping.”

“Damn cute then.” Billy’s head cocked. A wink of those sinfully, long lashes. “Hand me another one.”

Evie’s hand came to his to offer a new bundle of balloons.

Green grass swept about as parents worked to hide eggs all over and a full spread of picnic food was set out on blue gingham tables. Kids started to pile in so Billy decided it was time to hide around the building after snagging the biggest piece of apple pie he could. Alone, they watched the crowds play beyond a row of vibrant tulips.

“One fork?” Evie leaned up against the wall.

“You had my tongue in your mouth this morning, don’t complain about sharing a fork.”

“Fair enough.” She let him feed her a bite. “That wasn’t so bad, time flew. You want to jet?” A bouncy tune played as Billy craned his neck around the corner after a huge bit of pie. Evie followed his line of sight.

“Easter is my new favorite holiday.” He let Evie snag the fork to finish off the slice, tossing the plate into the trash. Genuine laughter as Steve Harrington did a jig in his costume across the open field. Billy’s arm slid over Evie’s shoulders. “You think I can pay one of these kids to kick bunny in the nuts?”

“We’re leaving… Before you traumatize some child.” She tugged at his wrist to sneak in a side door. “Left my coat and purse over here.”

Absolutely empty and dim save for the morning sun spilling into stained glass. They passed rows of pews to the tables covered in empty boxes. Evie went for her purse and realized she already lost Billy, curiously rooting around.

“Hey, don’t touch that.”

“They actually have one of these things? I thought movies made this shit up.” Billy poked his head around the little confessional booth. Hardwood and sleek to touch. Ornate and out of place against bright blue wallpaper. Two doors on either side. “So, everyone’s planning on staying outside right? Should be entertained a few hours, hm.”

He went in and a lock clicked.

“Billy, hey.” Evie felt the urge to keep her voice low. “Get out of there. They actually don’t really use this thing anymore.”

“Doesn’t get use, eh? Too bad.” His snicker was muffled. “Get in the other side, Angel, confess your sins.”

“I’ll confess that I think the nickname is still silly.” She wiggled the handle and poked her head into the opposite side. Saw Billy’s pretty silhouette through the tiny mesh window. Both sides were cramped like an airplane bathroom.

“Roomier than I thought.”

“Some of us have hips here.” Evie huffed at him, the door shut while she slid inside. “Kinda creepy actually, let’s go.”

“You gotta confess first, it’s the rule.” His wild curls flicked so she plopped into the wooden bench.

“This is not even sexy, I feel like I’m about to be murdered here.” She pressed her hands on either wall.

“Better confess quick in that case,” Billy leaned in, she saw his lashes flutter, “what color are your panties today?”

“Billy.” She covered the mesh with one hand.

“Do they match the bra?” He continued, voice lowering.

“I’m not doing this.” Evie lifted her skirt and shifted a lacy pair of shorts aside to see. Billy’s breath drew heavier. “What’s it matter if they match?”

“If they match, you walked into this church thinking you’d be getting some later.” He said that far too matter-a-factually. “Sinner. What color? Describe them exactly.”

“You’re being gross.” She knew he heard the band of her little biker shorts snap. Caved. “Purple. Like a lilac.”

“Cotton?”

“...Satin.”

A lengthy hum from Billy at that.

“And the bra. I’m assuming the same.” He already heard Evie shuffling to check.

“Ah, shit.” She let her shirt go and he chuckled. “I didn’t even plan that. I wasn’t thinking about it.”

“Your subconscious knew, Angel. No denying it.” Billy propped his arm up.

“Okay, what do you have on?” The challenge was easily met.

“Nothing under the jeans, currently. You should try it.”

“In a skirt? Without my little shorts? My thighs would rub, I’d be miserable.” Came a whine.

“I’d massage your poor thighs, maybe blow the hot skin to cool it off if you like.” His suggestion wasn’t helpful. “Spread them and rub some ice to make you feel better. Few kisses all the way up.” That damn low baritone lingered upon the syllables like he might lick them. Evie gave a silent snort out her nose. “You’d probably squirm a little bit like you are now.”

“I am not squirming.” Evie’s chest lifted, eyes turned to Billy’s outline.

“Now, Angel, you can’t tell lies in here. The sins are just piling up for you today.” Billy peered around, couldn’t see much in here. Spotted her lips parting, but sound came out. “Betcha, you’re already soaked through those satin, lilac panties.” His purring was met with hard silence before a forcibly huff.

“Billy...quit it.” She bit her lip this time sounding like she’d smiled. Billy spotted her cheeks lifting, full and blushed all pretty he figured.

“I’ll confess, it took every ounce of fight in me to get you here on time. Lot of places in this town to stop and...park at for a bit. The one charming thing I discovered about this place.”

“How sunny side up of you.” She hummed.

“You would have let me have it because we would have parked for awhile. You’d be late. Probably left your wrecked panties in the backseat and walked around here with fireworks still going off under your skin. We both know it.”

“Probably wouldn’t have made it here at all.” Her slow reply was uttered and Billy grinned.

“See, I behaved.” He got closer to the window. “Confess, Evie.”

“Confess that you’re a total horn dog.” She drew in to meet him.

“Confess what you want me to do to you in there.” Billy murmured. She blew a curl out her face at that. “I got it, I want you to be my first.” He’d offered that with huge, glittering eyes she’d caught the glint of. Eyebrows jumped.

“What? Literally yesterday, we-”

“I never fucked in a church before.” He got her eyes rolling hard, almost to the back of her skull.

“Jesus Christ, Billy.” She covered the mesh again, heard him laughing on the other side.

“Not the name you need to be moaning right now.” Billy smacked the window closed and came out.

“Finally, we can go-” Evie had the door open. Still blushing. Chest puffed.

Billy appeared from smoke, had his hands on either side before he pushed in. Catching her lips on the way until the door could shut behind them. Cupping Evie’s face so she pressed into the wall. Back of her legs hit the bench and managed to not buckle. Palms felt around the hardwood for something to grab for until fingers bunched up Billy’s jacket.

She broke for air. Gulped on it before his tongue was back into her mouth.

“We should…” Lips swelled with kisses. “Go to the car.”

“Will you make that walk? I know I won’t.” Came the hushed reply. “We could cross something big off the bucket list.” Persuasive lips were already working on her neck, teeth tugged her ear and grazed back down. Billy got a handful of her tits and hummed.

“Not...Not sure it’s on my bucket list.” She just held onto him. Knees wobbling as Billy massaged through the bra.

“I’d add it now while you have time.” He pecked her throat. Felt the pulse under tender skin racing. “Confess.” It was a sinful purr. Evie’s head tipped back. Lungs starting to sputter. Billy made her heart a pile of volcanic mush.

“What if someone comes in?” She let him tuck her curls aside. Lips on her cheeks and jaw. Finding her mouth again. Tasting sweet sugar from the apple pie they shared.

“We’ll just have to keep it down and pray the party is entertaining enough to keep people outside.” He mumbled, coming out to pull the shirt from her skirt up over the pretty bra she had on.

Hands pulled her suspenders forth until Evie molded into him. Kissed back with the same fierce vigor he gave. Felt the chain around his neck while her fingers slipped under the collar of his shirt, four buttons already undone.

The hard lines of his body sweltered with fire. Whatever resolve she might have had melted away completely.

Evie liked how he always cupped her face to look at her features close between steaming kisses. Fingers trailed to work her bra down just enough for her to spill into his touch. Into his mouth. Bruising suckles. Teeth edging across silken skin. Tongue swirling one dark, rosy nipple than the other as she tried to quiet herself and ran fingers into his gold mane. A hiss and Billy’s eyes lifted. Evie’s head was turned aside, teeth in her bottom lip. Eyes shut.

“Cute when you try to hold it together.” Cool breath against her hard, wet nipple sent a vibration down her spine. Billy licked up her chest to inhale that amber perfume, a floral scent with a touch of vanilla from her lotion. Smelled lush to match him. She pushed his face back into her cleavage, partly to quiet him because he was too cocky.

Chuckling and breathless, Billy came up to tease her lips. Twisting her nipples just so to elicit a sigh. Low and even, Billy ran his finger over her mouth.

“Just confess, Angel, it’ll feel so fucking good when you do.” He caught her bottom lip and let it go.

“Promise?” Evie’s lips parted involuntarily at his touch, let his finger stroke her tongue and slip out.

“I promise.” That same hand already hiked her skirt to tug at shorts until they came down. His finger inched under the waistband of her panties, teasing sensitive skin. She pressed into his body, vibrating for more. Swaying. Arms snug around his shoulders to stay upright.

A shameless sound when her lips collided with his. Thigh hitching around his hips in a needy motion. Not shy about what she desired for one beat because he knew how to coax that side of her out. Billy teased lighter kisses, let his deft fingers dance along her inner thigh. Evie was stubborn and she knew what he wanted.

Confession.

A growl rippled out her tense vocal cords. Trying to reel sound in despite Billy’s inherent ability to make her see new sparks of vivid neon colors here in pure darkness.

“Okay…” She panted, pulling for him until their foreheads touched. “Okay.” A drunken moment where eyes could close. One beat of peace in obscenity. His free arm tightened around the small of her back so they were flush together. Perfect fit. Every curve to her body sloped easily into him. An almost Biblical fate because of how good they felt together. Evie parted her mouth to ghost it over his. “I sinned.”

“Yeah?” Billy’s palm inched up to reward her sighs. A smirk crossed. “How’s that?”

“Because I was hoping you’d pull over on the way here. Would have seen the new underwear in a better light. And I squirmed the whole way. Your loss.” All that cheeky strength simmered down when fingers pushed between thick thighs. Wet satin fabric slipped deliberately against her and Billy moaned at the mere feel. Rock hard.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, Angel.” His tone thickened.

Evie wasn’t able to articulate. Face in his chest with her needy fingers tight on his jacket. She played her demure self again. Billy felt her legs tremor, nudged them further apart with his boot.

“All for me? I wouldn’t call it a loss. You gotta hold yourself up a bit longer, open that mouth again.” He gave her two slick fingers to suck so he could kiss down her tits some more. Plucked and nipped at every sensitive part of her body. “Fucking god damn it, I might give religion a shot after this.”

“Yeah?” Evie licked the pads as Billy slunk down to marvel. Thought about taking her skirt off, but he decided he liked the way the straps framed her breasts partially spilling out of the bra.

One hand forced her thigh up until her foot hit the bench. Evie was curved back into the wall, holding the side frame and gripping Billy’s shoulder.

“Long as I get to go where you’re going, I don’t give a shit about anything else.” A chuckle warmed her leg as he pushed her skirt up out of the way.

“That sounded oddly sentimental.”

“Maybe I’ll bring you down to my level instead. Sinner.” Billy’s mouth placed one open kiss against her wet panties. Tongue following the hard swell of her bud. She decided she’d let him there in darkness. Every muscle in Evie’s body jumped at full attention. His divine and equally wicked mouth hummed blissfully. She craned to dig teeth into her own arm. Fists clenching.

Billy maneuvered her leg over to get the ruined fabric down. Tucked them into his coat pocket and she figured she wouldn’t be seeing them again. Kneeling, Billy scooted closer and pushed her thigh back up, baring her to his mouth.

A cry hitched, snuffing out immediately as he tasted her. Filthy, open mouth kisses until her fingers tangled into his hair. Pulled. Billy moaned into her folds. Squeezed her thighs and loved the feel of them. God, he really couldn’t get enough of this girl. Every whine she let him have. Every nerve that wanted him. Needed him to ease the frays and sizzling. He just couldn’t get enough and was fine with following her into the dark.

“Don’t stop.” Evie whispered. Hair falling into her face while her breasts rose and fell. She licked her lips and savored him.

The dirty sounds he made against her that barely carried outside the booth. Billy squeezed her breast once he was certain she could stay up so she covered his hand. Craned to suck fingers. A gasp left. Evie’s hips rolled into his mouth. Asking for even more until two fingers pushed inside.

Billy moaned when her walls clamped. Pumped through the resistance to massage her nice and deep. Evie was quivering there. Using both arms on the sides to stay up. Shameless working into him now. Billy made a vaguely amused sound and gave an obscene pop around her clit, leaning out with arousal slicking his pink lips. It was music, the sounds her body let flow into crisp air.

“Damn, no wonder you don’t go here anymore. Fucking yourself so hard and pretty on my fingers like this. You couldn’t make the nice list if you paid.” Being eye level with the sight had his cock twitching almost painfully. Evie’s head was tossed back. Clearly getting herself closer so Billy pulled away. Silenced her whine with a kiss. Let her suck and nip at his bottom lip. “See how fucking good you taste?”

Evie’s hands were opening his belt. Quick and eager. Billy hitched as one palm slipped in, fingers ghosting trimmed blond hair to ease him out of the denim.

“Confess, Evie, how bad you want me to fuck you right here.” He spoke as if he still had the upper hand.

“Bet you I can do it without words.” Evie had his hips, guiding Billy to switch so he could sit. The question died and buried itself the second she sank down to lick precum pooling at his tip. Billy’s hips thrust up, eyes heavy and hooded.

“That bad?” He shuddered, legs opening so she could lean into him. Evie unbuttoned the rest of his shirt to kiss the steel muscles. Twitching and molten. Nails scraped his skin. Stopped to stroke him idly. Kissing his abdomen, thighs, and tip. Evie traced the lines of vein and muscle. Down his shaft and back up his chest. So many sharp angles to explore.

Little butterfly kisses while she leaned in until his cock slipped snug between her breasts. Spit slick and beading clear arousal. Billy moaned at the sight and gave a rut as she noticed and started to come out.

Hands latched to her shoulders. Billy hummed and rolled her nipple. Felt the weight of her tits and pushed them to squeeze his shaft. Idle fingers stilled to tuck her hair back in a way that was almost tender.

“You’re pretty like this,” he said thoughtfully, “you’re pretty every which way.” Teeth tugged at her bottom lip. A shy kiss followed. Sometimes, he got so bold, she sank. Learned to savor it. Billy whispered against her. “Have I ever told you my cock looks great between your tits like that?” Frankly, he’d be happy to get off rubbing between her breasts or thighs alone. Fingers digging into supple skin. Evie had become a drug to him. Vanilla and amber immersed him in a high.

“The occasion hasn’t really crossed.”

“I’ll have to fix that next time I can lie you down.” Billy let her stroke him again and come up. Hesitating so he had to encourage her. “Get in my lap.” He was already pulling her into him. Smoothing hair back sweetly for lingering kisses.

She long stopped worrying about feeling too heavy for him. Billy threw her around a mattress like it was nothing. Spread her legs, bent them up how he liked. Marveled at her flexibility. Kissed her obscenely and told her how pretty and blushed she looked. She liked when he was ample with her body. The boy certainly lifted enough weights, a fuller girl with hips was nothing to that. Jeans shifted lower as she straddled him. A kiss before she sank down.

Billy moaned. A low honeyed sound into her ear. Almost musical. Arms wrapped tighter. Evie thanked God for birth control and moved at his coaxing.

“C’mon, fuck me. I want it.” Billy kissed her fiercely. Nipples. Collar. Throat. Jawline. Mouth. And each time, he felt that same thrill rush his bones. A palm smacked her ass, squeezed it. Got drunk off the pulsing and little whines she gave him as if they were gift wrapped. “Confession. I want pictures of you. Spread out with my cock in you every way you like. They won’t beat the real thing, but fuck, I can’t...stop with you. Don’t want to.”

Billy looked vulnerable when he moaned so pretty.

His knuckles traced the curve of her cheekbone. Evie bounced, gripped his shoulders to stay upright with her spine curving. Unable to respond to something so passionate. Billy had that mode on him, sometimes it came out in odd ways. Filthy words to match his obscene way of caressing and worship. His manner of making Evie feel bold and sexy. Cute. Pretty. Fierce. Desired. The fact that sometimes he’d lie still for once and seek out her fingers across his curls and her lips on his cheek.

Evie Fenny was a drug and cure to him, all at once. She gave back. Made Billy feel full and light. Made him feel present. Like he could shed his fangs. Lie back and feel the sun on his skin.

“Confession,” Evie said between quick kisses with her thumb tracing the edge of his jaw, “I want more of you too. After....”

“After?” He scoffed. “Like tonight?”

“Just… After.” She slowed to rock into him. Deep thrusts that made them both moan in sync. So close. “After what’s next for us. Life. High school. Whatever. I want you to be apart of my after.”

He could blame the sex for short circuiting her brain, he’d given it to her pretty hard.

“I don’t know what I’m saying.” She rubbed her eyes, laughed because it felt silly. Felt Billy swoop in to kiss her. Wordlessly validating it wasn’t silly at all. That was another thing they did, pumped life into hopeful hearts and dwindling thoughts of something more. Something that was waiting...after.

“We’ll deal with the after.” Billy skimmed a hand between them. Stroked her until she gave a cry into the denim of his jacket. A beautiful note. Evie thought she heard the twinkling music from outside, joyful and airy. Realized that maybe it was just playing in her head. “Right now, I want you to come.” He pecked her parted lips. “Cum for me, Angel.”

“Billy.” She found his mouth again. They shared a godly nectar in one kiss. He worked her hips into his as she climaxed. Lungs heaving with a great arch. Billy watched her tits bounce and found his own release quick. Let her slip into him as he fell back to the wall. Lungs tried to find some peace. That New Orleans accent laced her tone again. “God damn it, Billy.”

“Still a church, Fenny.” He massaged her thighs. Eyes shifting while she breathed even and fixed her bra. Tucked her shirt back in.

“I need a bathroom. This is about to be a mess.” She slipped off him, pulled her undershorts back on because he wasn’t giving her panties up. Thighs hummed, sore and blissful. Billy tucked himself away to fix his own clothing back. Evie poked her head out. “Coast is clear.”

Without thinking, she laced her hand in his. Hurried him out to the bathroom to pee and wash up. Saw her patchy, red cheeks in the mirror and huffed. Patted cold water on them. Billy finished at the sink and lit a quick cigarette by the window. That chipper music lingered outside.

“Your mom is going to be here awhile. I vote your place.”

“Movie on the couch.” She flicked hair aside. Billy flashed a smile, nodding as he snuffed the smoke out.

“To start, maybe.” Two fingers grasped her chin, angled Evie’s mouth for a slow kiss. Tasted sweet, obscene, and smoky all at once. Made her dizzy.

“I’d come back here under certain conditions.” He passed to go out with Evie behind him. She found her purse and coat again.

“Let’s go, you had your fun.” She chuckled as they rejoined the event outside. Wind and all.

“Uh, I think you did too.” Billy’s arm hung around her shoulder. Easy with their height difference.

“You two leaving?” Mona had called, edging from her conversation to cross once the teens were outside. Evie pressed her legs together. Smiled. The Pastor who’d been speaking to her mother followed too. Plastic grin upon his face.

“Ah, yeah, I’ll see you later, mom.” Evie had replied.

“Thanks for coming to help.” Mona beamed. “Pastor Ray, you know Billy. Our neighbor. He was kind enough to help out.”

“Mr. Hargrove. I’m surprised to see you here.” They shook tense hands.

“Only thing I like more than Jesus is Christ. Who doesn’t want to turn water into wine.” Billy’s sarcasm was almost charming. He got a flat look in return.

“I see...”

“Evie, can you take some of the food home, honey? We’ll feed the neighbors.” Mona grasped Evie’s arm to pull her forth. “Just put it in the fridge. I’ll organize later.”

“Sure.” Evie started to follow.

“Be sure to grab the cherry pie if there’s any left. The ladies outdid themselves this year. Billy, you’re free to take some food home, son.” The Pastor addressed him kindly again. Billy’s grin flashed shiny teeth.

“I love a good cherry pie, but I filled up on angel cake.”

He caught Evie’s head whipping toward him as she went. Eyes ablaze which made his smile bigger.

“Oh?” Ray’s head cocked. “I didn’t see that over there. Must have went fast.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe, sir.” Billy patted the man’s shoulder and sauntered by. “Nice church, by the way. Pointy.” Evie hurried to his car with her arms full of Tupperware and boxes. Settled them in the backseat.

“You’re so dead.” She looked sweet, waving at her mother across the lot. Billy laughed, starting his car. “I pick the music.” Her hand swatted his and a groan followed as she tuned the radio to some Etta James. Billy revved out of the parking lot, turning some heads as he went.

“Admit it, you wouldn’t change what you did today. Sinner.” Billy’s free hand found her leg out of his usual habit. “Made my first church going experience special.”

“Don’t turn on the waterworks just yet.” She teased back, sucking her cheeks in without looking at him. “Still mad at you.” A smile pulled her forcibly grumpy expression. Billy came to a stoplight. Tugged at a curl to let it bounce so she peered at him. Nose crinkling when she broke to chuckle.

“Admit it.” Billy gave her thigh a squeeze, vibrant eyes flickering.

“Make me.” Evie said, facing the road. “Later.” Lips lifted before the light turned green. His Camaro lurched forward.

“Happy to.” Billy caught the song change. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“It’s that song you’re always singing to yourself.” Billy turned it up. Irma Thomas. “The mushy one.” Her favorite. He played like it was a careless thing, but Evie stared at him. Warming. Reeled in too easily.

Anyone…

“Shocked you paid attention to that.” She offered after a beat.

“I have to hear it every day I see you, Evie.” Billy snorted, ocean eyes intent on the road. Evie knew better. “Not like I have a choice. Singing and plucking that guitar constantly.” He peered at the trees. “That stuff you were rambling about during the sex high about after.”

“Sex high.” She scoffed.

“Was that the fucking making a mess of you?” Billy asked slower. “Used to hate me.”

“I didn’t hate you,” Evie paused when he shot her an unconvinced look, “we weren’t agreeable.”

“Agreeable? Okay, now you sound like that prissy Austen chick you like to read.” Billy’s retort made her giggle. These little details he picked up about her that stuck with him. It was true, their relationship used to be in the negative for good reason.

“I like when we hang out.” Evie shrugged. “Labels. Whatever. I just meant, we should...keep hanging out.”

“After?”

“After.” Evie produced simply. Billy twitched amusement at her, turned a corner.

“Well,” he parked, “I don’t know, good. I guess”

“Fine.”

“Great.” Billy cut back in, challenged.

“Wonderful.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”

Evie grasped his jacket, shut him up with a kiss. Made the boy breathless there. Billy’s blue eyes glimmered at her. Calm seas for miles. The sun shined into his car. Made the teens glow.

“Movie?” She unbuckled to get out with him following. “Gotta get this food into my fridge.”

“Only if I pick.” Billy stood there and let her set boxes into his arms before she grabbed the rest so they could walk up the driveway.

“Sure. Our tastes align.” Evie peeked back at him with doe brown eyes. “I trust you.” She’d offered that too casually, Billy stilled at the door to watch her unlock it. Blinked.

That was the thing about them, how nonchalant their hearts beat together. A totally on purpose accident. Billy remembering Evie’s quirks and her reluctance to show certain petals sprouting from her stem for fear the world might not like the colors. Budding to flash them with some fire and vibrancy because she had a boy who encouraged them despite it all. And she teased this incandescent quality back out of him with ease. Made him work to be still and feel the world turn once in a blue moon. Billy gave this little smile to himself without her noticing and followed Evie into the house.

They hadn’t trusted each other before. And now it was approaching the after. Whatever that meant. Evie glowed to beam at him there and few things were mattering today. New beginnings.

Billy let himself hope that the after would last.

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