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GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL OVER AARON TVEIT AND SUTTON FOSTER SWEENEY CASTING ANNOUNCEMENT, LIKE HOLY SH&T! DO YOU HEAR THAT?! THAT IS THE SOUND OF ME CRYING, SCREAMING, THROWING UP AND ALL MY MONEY TUMBLING DOWN THE DRAIN
#but seriously 😭#never in my wildest dreams would i come up with such perfect casting for one of my fav shows#sweeney todd#aaron tveit#sutton foster#broadway#meredith thoughts
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NAP TIME AND BABY FEVER l QH43
SUMMARY: Quinn comes home to his wife and children napping, and it leads to a very important talk.
PAIRING: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hi!! I'm on such a Quinn phase always right now. And dad!Quinn actually owns my heart, so I needed to write some more for him. I don't know why the kids are always sleeping when I write these, but I have more dad!Quinn coming out soon, pinky promise. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Likes and reblogs are always welcomed. Thank you for reading!!! <3333
The house was silent when Quinn got home. It was peaceful and quiet. That’s never a good sign with children, he thought, worried. If there’s one thing having children taught Quinn Hughes it is that silence is never a good sign. Upon entering the house, he felt immediately unsettled, his eyes darting around, searching for the little ones, who usually came running into his arms, celebrating his return as if he hadn’t left only a few hours ago.
The defenseman left his equipment bag in the foyer, throwing his keys on the table and hastily taking off his shoes, hurrying up the stairs, looking for a sign of life from his wife and children. Worried, Quinn was skipping steps. He goes into your shared room immediately feeling his heart full. Quinn opened the door to the bedroom quietly and saw his wife, sleeping peacefully in the middle with their two children, Oliver and Aurora, snuggled up against her body. He looked over, a soft smile on his face, mentally wondering how was it possible to live such a good life, surrounded by so much love. Sometimes Quinn still couldn't believe this was his life. Not even his wildest dreams would come close to reality.
He hesitated for a moment, watching the peaceful picture before him. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stepped into the room, carefully made his way over to the bed, and knelt down, carefully brushing a strand of hair from your face. Quinn got up, preparing to turn away and let them rest when you stirred awake, sleepy eyes fluttering open. A bit confused, you quickly took in your surroundings, your gaze finding your husband's. You smiled up at him sleepily and beckoned him closer, doing your best to not wake up the children.
Holding out his hand, Quinn helped you get up without disrupting the two kids. You smiled at him gratefully as he guided the both of you out of the bedroom.
You and Quinn tiptoe downstairs to the kitchen, sitting at the table, drinking some tea. Quinn told you about his day, sharing the stories of the rink, the fun of living out his dreams, and also the hardships of being the captain; you talk about your day at home, telling him about the kids and about how far you've already gotten in the writing of your new book. The two of you stay there, laughing and joking as the afternoon sun casts golden light across the room.
Quinn looked at you with a loving gaze. He could feel a wave of emotion rush through him. Having that sweet moment with you, after seeing you and the children huddled up together had filled him with a longing he couldn't quite explain. He had thought about it before, but never seriously. Now, though, he couldn't help but imagine another kid. Another little one, the perfect mix of the both of you. The thought itself made him smile.
“What do you think about having another baby?” Quinn questioned suddenly, breaking the silence.
“Are you thinking about it?” You answer, looking back at your husband, waiting for his answer.
It’d be an utter lie to say you hadn’t thought about it, truth be told. Both of the kids had friends with baby siblings and you could feel the want for another one deep inside you, missing the baby days. Besides, the sight of Quinn with his teammates' babies always made your mind go blank, full of sinful thoughts.
“I just,” The defenseman starts, unsurely, “I wouldn't be against having another kid if you're up for it.” He said shyly, almost afraid of your response.
You smiled softly, eyes sparkling in the light of the kitchen. Leaning in, you've kissed him sweetly, voice warm and affectionate, slightly flirty. “I'd love to have another baby with you, Mr. Hughes”
Quinn grinned, eyes full of relief and surprise at his wife's answer. “There’s no one else I’d rather be the mother of my children, Mrs. Hughes,” He answers, the same flirty tone you’d used.
He rises from the table, pulling you with him. He held you close, sharing a few more kisses. They stood in the kitchen, the same kitchen where they had shared so many memories together, holding each other and dreaming about the possibilities that lay ahead of them. They both knew that their family was about to get a little bigger, and they couldn't wait. The room was filled with a different kind of joy, one that was shared between two people who loved each other deeply and were excited for the future.
#quinn hughes#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes x y/n#quinn hughes fic#nhl fic#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#nhl fanfiction#dad!quinn hughes
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Garrett and Ben(separate) being called papa for the first time by their hybrid or adopted child with their mate please and thank you!
Absolutely adorable I just do this
❝papa❞
✭ pairing : garrett x reader x benjamin
✭ fandom : twilight
✭ summary : Benjamin and Garrett have a hybrid, half human, half vampire child with their patented (y/n) and for the first time ever their child calls them papa
✭ authors note : this will be broken into 3 sections as always
✭ twilight masterlist
Garrett :
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the Cullen household. Inside, Garrett, a ruggedly handsome vampire with a heart of gold, stood by the window, his eyes fixed on the world outside. His partner, (Y/N), a resilient and compassionate human, approached him with a smile that could light up the darkest of nights.
Their love had defied all odds, transcending the boundaries between vampire and human. And now, they were blessed with a child, a half-vampire, half-human hybrid, whose existence was a testament to the power of their bond.
As (Y/N) held their child in her arms, a beautiful mixture of their features, she watched as the little one's eyes sparkled with curiosity. It was a moment of pure joy, a testament to the love that had brought them all together.
Garrett knelt down beside them, his eyes filled with adoration for both (Y/N) and their child. His heart swelled with a love he had never known before, a love that surpassed his wildest dreams.
“Papa," their child said, their voice filled with innocence and love. The word hung in the air, a testament to the unbreakable bond that had formed between them.
Tears welled up in Garrett's eyes as he heard those two syllables, a word that held a lifetime of meaning. He reached out, gently brushing his fingers against their child's cheek, his touch filled with tenderness.
“Yes, my little one," Garrett whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I am your papa, and I will protect you with everything I have."
In that moment, the weight of responsibility settled upon Garrett's shoulders. He knew that being a father meant more than just providing for their child's physical needs. It meant being a guiding light, a source of unwavering love and support.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Garrett embraced his role as a father with open arms. He watched as their child grew, their laughter filling the Cullen household with joy.
He taught them about the beauty of the world, both the human and vampire realms, instilling in them a sense of wonder and curiosity.
But above all, Garrett taught their child about love. He showed them the power of compassion, the strength that comes from accepting oneself and others. He taught them that family is not defined by blood, but by the bonds we forge with those who love us unconditionally.
As their child grew older, they continued to call Garrett "papa," a word that held a lifetime of memories and love. It was a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared, a bond that would carry them through the trials and tribulations of life.
Benjamin :
The sun cast its warm rays upon the lush Amazon rainforest, illuminating the vibrant foliage and filling the air with a sense of tranquility. Benjamin, a wise and gentle vampire with the power to control the elements, stood amidst the beauty, his thoughts consumed by the love he held for his partner, (Y/N), and the child they had brought into the world.
Their love had defied the boundaries of species, transcending the differences between vampire and human. And now, they were blessed with a child, a half-vampire, half-human hybrid, whose existence was a testament to the strength of their bond.
As (Y/N) cradled their child in her arms, a perfect blend of their features, she watched as their little one's eyes sparkled with curiosity and wonder. It was a moment of pure joy, a testament to the love that had brought them all together.
Benjamin approached them, his heart brimming with adoration for both (Y/N) and their child. His eyes, filled with a mixture of excitement and tenderness, locked onto the tiny being in (Y/N)'s arms.
“Papa," their child said, their voice filled with innocence and love.
The word hung in the air, a testament to the unbreakable bond that had formed between them. A surge of pure elation coursed through Benjamin's veins, causing his usually composed demeanor to crack with uncontainable excitement. A wide smile spread across his face, his eyes shining with unadulterated joy.
“Yes, my little one," Benjamin exclaimed, his voice filled with overwhelming happiness. "I am your papa, and I will cherish you with all my heart."
In that moment, Benjamin's world shifted. The weight of responsibility settled upon his shoulders, but it was a weight he gladly embraced. Being a father meant more than just passing on his powers or providing guidance; it meant being a source of unwavering love and support, a pillar of strength for their child to lean on.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Benjamin reveled in his role as a father.
He watched with awe as their child grew, their laughter filling the Amazonian air with pure delight. He taught them about the wonders of nature, sharing his deep connection with the elements and instilling in them a profound respect for the world around them.
But above all, Benjamin taught their child about the power of love. He showed them the beauty of compassion, the strength that comes from embracing one's true self and accepting others for who they are.
He taught them that family is not defined by blood, but by the bonds we forge with those who love us unconditionally. As their child grew older, they continued to call Benjamin "papa," a word that held a lifetime of memories and love.
Each time their child uttered the endearing term, Benjamin's heart swelled with pride and joy. It was a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared, a bond that would carry them through the trials and triumphs of life.
Garrett and Benjamin :
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the Cullen residence. Inside, Benjamin and Garrett, two vampires bound by love and an unbreakable bond, sat together in the living room, their hearts filled with contentment.
Their partner, (Y/N), a beacon of love and compassion, joined them, completing the trio that had found solace and happiness in each other's arms.
Their love had defied societal norms, transcending the boundaries of traditional relationships. And now, they had expanded their family through adoption, welcoming a child into their lives who had captured their hearts from the moment they laid eyes on them.
As the three of them sat together, their child nestled between them, a sense of unity and love filled the room. The child, a beautiful soul with eyes that sparkled like the stars, looked up at Benjamin and Garrett with a mixture of adoration and trust.
"Papa," their child said, their voice filled with innocence and love. The word hung in the air, a testament to the unbreakable bond that had formed between them.
Benjamin and Garrett exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting the overwhelming joy that swelled within them. They had both longed for this moment, a moment where their child would recognize them both as fathers, as pillars of love and support.
“Yes, my little one," Benjamin whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.
“I am your papa, and so is Garrett. We both love you more than words can express." Garrett's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he added, "You have two papas who will always be here for you, no matter what. We will protect you, guide you, and love you with all our hearts."
Their child's face lit up with a radiant smile, their tiny arms wrapping around both Benjamin and Garrett in a warm embrace. In that moment, the boundaries of biology and genetics faded away, replaced by a bond forged through love, acceptance, and the shared desire to create a nurturing and supportive family.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Benjamin, Garrett, and (Y/N) reveled in their roles as parents. They watched with awe as their child grew, their laughter filling the Cullen residence with pure delight.
They taught them about the beauty of diversity, the importance of acceptance, and the power of love that knows no boundaries.
Their child continued to call both Benjamin and Garrett "papa," a word that held a depth of love and gratitude. Each time their child uttered the endearing term, Benjamin and Garrett's hearts swelled with pride and joy. It was a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared, a bond that would carry them through the trials and triumphs of life.
Together, as a family, they navigated the complexities of their unique existence, facing challenges with unwavering love and unbreakable unity.
They celebrated milestones, shared laughter, and wiped away tears. And in the embrace of their love, they found solace, strength, and a sense of belonging that would carry them through the ages.
As Benjamin, Garrett, and (Y/N) looked upon their child, their hearts filled with gratitude for the love they shared and the family they had become. In that moment, they knew that being parents was the greatest gift they had ever received, and they would cherish it with every fiber of their immortal beings.
In the quiet of the night, as the stars twinkled overhead, they held their child close, their hearts beating in harmony. And in those precious moments, they whispered words of love and encouragement, knowing that their bond was a gift that would last for eternity.
Together, as a family, they would continue to create a home filled with love, acceptance, and unwavering support. And in the embrace of their love, they would find strength, joy, and a sense of belonging that would carry them through the ages.
#x reader#x reader oneshot#x reader one shot#x reader requests#garrett twilight#twilight scenario#twilight imagine#twilight benjamin#twilight imagines#twilight masterlist#twilight x y/n#twilight x you#twilight x reader#garrett imagines#garrett x reader#garrett x y/n#garrett x you#benjamin x reader#benjamin x you
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My Favourite “Break Your Heart” Songs
I replied to a post of @jerzwriter ‘s about love songs and admitted that while I know a few, my writing taste leans towards songs about bittersweet or lost love. So I decided to make a list of my favorites. I’m sorry in advance.
1. I Would Have Loved You Anyway by Trisha Yearwood. This has been number one in my writing playlist for almost two decades now much to my husband’s chagrin. I think he could happily never heart it again 😂 but to me there is no better bittersweet song about love gone wrong. “… If I'da known the way that this would end/ If I'da read the last page first/ If I'da had the strength to walk away/ If I'da known how this would hurt/ … I would've loved you anyway”. There is just something so powerful about that. Not every love story lasts forever, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it.
2. Dynasty by Miia. This song is my unofficial theme song for “Portia: A Roman Tragedy”. The idea of we could have had it all but then we didn’t. “Thought we built a dynasty that heaven couldn't shake/ Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made/ Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up”. The first time I heard the song (in a fan video), I went “ohh, that’s the tragedyverse”, it just sums it all up for me.
3. What Might Have Been by Little Texas. I have always been haunted by the possibilities of “what might have been” and this song just sums it up in such a beautiful way. “We could sit and talk about this all night long/ And wonder why we didn't last/ Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know/ But we'll have to leave them in the past./ I try not to think about what might have been/ Cause that was then and we have taken diff'rent roads/ we can't go back again there's no use giving in/ And there's no way to know/ What might have been”. You can’t go back, you can’t ever know what could have been.
4. Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac. Of course this song is on the list. The lyrics, the haunted way she sings, the video of her signing it in 1997. This song is heartbreak perfection. “Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me/ I know I could have loved you/ But you would not let me”.
5. Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. This is just a beautiful song (and a great video). “Nothing lasts forever/ But this is getting good now/ He's so tall and handsome as hell/ He's so bad, but he does it so well/ And when we've had our very last kiss/ My last request is/ Say you'll remember me/ Standing in a nice dress/ Staring at the sunset, babe/ Red lips and rosy cheeks”.
6. Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter. I have loved this song since I was a teenager (and the “when 30 was old” line hits particularly hard at 40) and as I have grown the song’s impact on me has changed and now I really appreciate the bittersweet look back on first love and how that kind of love only comes along once. “There's nothing time hasn't touched/ Is it really him or the loss of my innocence?/ I've been missing so much”
7. Already Gone by Sleeping At Last (it is a Kelly Clarkson song, but the version I love is a cover). “Started with a perfect kiss/ Then we could feel the poison set in/ Perfect couldn't keep this love alive/ You know that I love you so/ Ilove you enough to let you go” but also “Remember all the things we wanted/ Now all our memories, they're haunted/ We were always meant to say goodbye”. This song just hits so hard and sums up the idea that some things are always meant to end (are you sensing a theme 😂?)
8. Didn’t We Almost Have It All by Whitney Houston. Another one that I have played over and over until my husband never wants to hear it again. “Didn't we almost have it all/ When love was all we had worth giving?/ The ride with you was worth the fall my friend/ Loving you makes life worth living”.
9. Don’t Speak by No Doubt. Another one that goes back to teenage Misha. I think this one got me a few break-ups once upon a time. “Don't speak/ I know what you're thinkin'/ I don't need your reasons/ Don't tell me 'cause it hurts”.
10. Beautifully Unfiniished by Ella Henderson. “But maybe all that we are meant to be/ Is beautifully unfinished/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish you'd go away/ And I hate you, and I love you/ And I wish that you would stay”. I love the pain of this song, the love and the hate, the idea that something is ending when you don’t want it to but you know it has too.
Narrowing it down to 10 was hard and there are lots of other regular songs on my writing playlist, but these are my favorites (although honourable mention to “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam). If you feel like writing some angst, I highly recommend putting on some of these songs. I definitely have a “type” when it comes to my favorite music, there is something about the end of a love story and looking back that really hits hard for me.
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Naboo Nuptial - Part 2
Part 1. AO3.
Summary: You and Din cannot seem to wait any longer after the surprise proposal.
Word Count: 1115
Warnings: None, fluff!!
A/N: Ok, so I decided to make this a 3 part series! Thanks for the likes and reposts. I appreciate it. I will admit I mostly stick to reading Javi and Joel fanfic so I hope this chapter turned out alright even if it might not be completely cannon (?).
Part 2: The Wedding
“What if we did it now?” you asked with a hint of thrill in your voice. “Get married now? Here?” he asked in return. You answered Din with a shrug of your shoulders and a smile that he couldn’t say no to.
“I thought you might suggest something like that sweetheart, come on and follow me” Din said while he grabbed your hand.
Even though this day seemed as if it could not get any better, it appeared that Din had more surprises up his sleeve.
You followed Din through the remainder of the gardens until you reached a large building with the most stunning architecture you had ever seen. Din wrapped his arm around your waist and squeezed your hip as you both turned the corner that led to a large balcony overlooking the water.
You felt yourself needing to gasp for air, not only being amazed by the love of your life but at the awe of the scene in front of you. There was a stunning view of crystal-clear water, plants flowing in the warm breeze, and the way the sun was starting to set cast a gold hue all around you.
“I know that are friends aren’t here, but in Mandalorian culture all we need to do is exchange vows and I have the rings with me. I’ve already spoken to my family and they have given me their blessing. But if you would rather wai-”
“No” you cut him off abruptly. “This is perfect, Din. I couldn’t have imagined this in my wildest dreams”. Din sighed a breath of relief through his modulator. With one hand in yours, he gave it a loving squeeze, and with his other hand he pulled out two simple rings that were clearly made of Beskar.
Din started with your name and then said, “I promise to be loyal and faithful to you for the rest of my life in this galaxy. I promise to support you in both good times and bad, and to continue building a life with you no matter where it takes us. I could never have imagined I would stumble upon someone like you. You are everything I never thought I would be able to have. The perfect mother to Grogu, a fierce fighter, and a loving companion. I promise to respect you and love you with all of my being until death do us part.”
Din’s voice started to falter through his modulator towards the end of his vows followed by sniffling. You couldn’t help but become overcome with emotion upon hearing his eternal promises to you. As his thumb lifted to your cheek to wipe away your happy tears, you said, “Din… my love, you are far beyond the man of my dreams. No matter what situation we are in I always feel safe with you. I feel as if I fall in love with you more and more each day. I promise to love you, hold you, and look after you until the end of time. I promise to follow you wherever you go. I promise to always be loyal to you and true. Until death do us part, and beyond that, I will forever be yours.”
With shaky hands, you took turns placing the rings on each other’s fingers. After you gave him a big hug, he turned you around in his arms to admire the sun set. You closed your eyes and breathed in the humid air with undertones of flowers and focused on the cool Beskar against your back and in the nook of your shoulder.
“Come on, cyar'ika. Let me show you where we will be staying for the night.” When you replied with a content, yet surprised “hmm?” he said, “Didn’t think I’d force you back onto the Razor Crest after a day like this now, did you?”
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The elegant hotel room that the Gungan showed you and Din to was like no place you had ever stayed before. Walls of polished stone and marble, with green and gold accents across the room, and two water features on either side of the fireplace. There was also a terrace that overlooked the stunning view that the two of you were familiar with. The Gungan explained that there was a room service menu on the table and you could order at any time of the day or night. With a smile and a bow of his head, he closed the door behind him.
As soon as the hotel attendant left, the air in the room turned thick. You suddenly didn’t know what to do or say, overwhelmed by the idea of what comes next. No matter how hard you tried to get Din to do anything remotely sexual in the past, he always declined saying that he would rather wait because of how special you were to him. You weren’t even sure how the helmet situation worked after you became his wife. Would you finally be able to see the man you were in love with in his entirety tonight?
“Cyar'ika…” Din whispered, “I can see the wheels turning in your head. It’s okay.” He began to remove his gloves and guide your hands up to his shoulders, his neck, and then… the bottom of his helmet. With wide eyes and raised eyebrows you started to open your mouth to ask if this was okay when he cut you off with a simple “yes”.
Slowly and gently, both pairs of hands began to lift the helmet over his head. Your heart was pounding like never before. You began to absorb the sight before you from bottom to top. A defined jaw line, plush lips surrounded by a small amount of facial hair, an angular nose, and then… the most beautiful, brown, striking eyes. You gasped and reached out to run your thumb over his bottom lip. Amidst the excitement, you hadn’t realized that Din had his hands on either side of your face as well.
“You are so beautiful. So handsome, Din.”
“You really think so?” he asked. His voice sounded like honey without his modulator. You could listen to him speak forever. But first, there was something you needed to do. To answer his question with a kiss. You lunged forward and captured his bottom lip with yours. He gently put one hand on the small of your back with the other on the back of your head. You could kiss him for eternity, and it could never be enough. Reluctantly, Din pulled back and began to place small pecks on your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, and the top of your head.
“I love you so much, my cyar'ika… Mrs. Djarin...”
Stay tuned for Part 3 🔥
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Here we are. As you might have guessed, I have a lot to say.
I never thought it would be this good. Even in my wildest dreams, even with my sky high expectations, I never thought the show would add this much depth to the game, I never thought I would love this Joel and Ellie as much (though differently) than the Joel and Ellie in the game.
Ashley as Anna was the best casting choice in a show filled with incredible casting choices
And her having Ellie's knife...it's such a small detail but just made my heart so full
"You fuckin tell em Ellie." BYE
I have been CRAVING the Anna/Marlene backstory and I am SO glad they delivered
"I cut it before I was bit." I'm crying thanks.
It's giving very much Ellie/Riley. What a parallel.
I really thought Marlene wasn't going to do it. I thought she was going to leave her.
Joel trying to get her to talk with Boggle. I love him so much.
And talking about teaching her how to play guitar I am in shambles.
"I found some dynamite in that RV back there."
I really love that they kept him saying that she's "extra quiet today." It's such a small, tiny little line, but it really is one of my favorites in the game, and I really couldn't even tell you why.
Them keeping every detail of the giraffe scene...thank you.
Him smiling and her laugh, it just adds more. I sound like a broken record, but the way he smiles at her and the way she laughs, everything that happened just melts away in that tiny moment, and it's the last moment they have like this, before the lie, before everything changes.
"The moon." Space Ellie <3
"I'll follow you anywhere you go."
I'll probably talk more about his in a separate post, but I think it's worth saying again that Joel is my favorite video game character of all time. I have loved him for almost a full decade, and I didn't think I could love him more. But when he sat down and he told Ellie the truth about his scar, I just..it's a kind of vulnerability I never expected from him, and to tell her something that even I didn't know (though I think I assumed).
The moment he said that he was the one that missed, I curled up into myself.
"It wasn't time that did it."
Him asking for the jokebook to lighten the mood, and telling her a joke was 0/10, I will cling to these things forever.
So glad they explained Ellie's immunity differently, I was so tired of hearing people bitch and complain about how Joel was actually completely right to save Ellie because a vaccine wouldn't have worked anyway.
Here's the thing: Joel isn't good. He is, in fact, bad in many, many people's stories. There are no heroes in these games, there are no heroes in this world, and Joel is just as much a villain as Abby is. Maybe even moreso, in some ways. Would I have done the same as Joel? Probably, but I am so glad that they have really hammered home the point that he was not "right" because there was no right choice.
I'm so glad they kept the hospital fight scene, and kept the machine gun.
Showing the faces of the Fireflies he kills is so perfect. Making us look at what he's doing.
The way he shoots Jerry immediately, no hesitation
And the focus on Jerry dead on the ground...Abs.
One of those doctors is absolutely Mel.
AND LAURA BAILEY PLAYED ONE OF THEM!!!!!!! ABBY HERE WE COME!!!
And so begins the lie. The big lie.
They kept so much of the end of the game, and I think it's largely because the end of the game is nearly perfect.
"I think you would have made her laugh." Peace y'all I've had enough.
Here's the thing about The Last of Us: it's not the game. Ashley's Ellie and Bella's Ellie are not the same, just like Troy's Joel and Pedro's Joel aren't either. But I think that's a strength. I love this Ellie and this Joel just as much as game Ellie and game Joel, but I love them for different reasons. I love this Ellie's dryness, her sadistic streak, and her fear. I love this Joel's gentleness, his laugh, and his willingness to be open, even if he's afraid of it. They aren't the same, and that's a good thing.
I love these games more than any other. Everyone in my life has heard me talk about them at length, and to have this adaptation, this incredible adaptation at my fingertips at any time, made by people who care so much about the games? It just makes me really emotional.
I also want to say one thing about Part II and season 2...I know how bad the takes are going to be, I know how much people will hate Abby, no matter where the story takes her or what her narrative journey is. Already, I'm seeing nasty videos and posts about her sections of Part II, but if you, like me, love Abby just as much as Ellie, I have full and complete faith that Craig and Neil will do everything they can to do her story justice, and I for one am so excited for it.
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57. “Wait a second.. are you jealous?” + Poorly Timed Confession + modern au 😍 pretty please!!!
~Notes: OMFG angel!!! Thank you SO SO much for the prompt<3 You are a complete babe! I hope you like :S It’s cheese, but like also what else would I do? LMFAO XD
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“Hmmm… All right, would you rather, mmm… Smell Borris Johnson’s sweaty gym socks, or snog Professor Slughorn full on the mouth for a straight minute— oh erm, not so straight I reckon on second thought.”
Remus wrinkles his nose at him from across the bed, and clucks his tongue at the awful pun. “You’re unruly.”
“And you’re dodging,”
“Am not arse, I’m just recovering from that very terrifying scenario you’ve spewed out like the sadistic satanist you are.”
“Which scenario are you recovering from though?” Sirius leers, wiggling his eyebrows and jostling Remus’s textbook with his foot.
“I hate that you’re enjoying this so much,” Remus intones in a deadpan.
“Mary John, I’m waiting,” Sirius says with far too much glee.
Sometimes Remus is sure that he hates him. “Fine, the answer is I hate you.”
“Filthy and slanderous lies, Lupin.”
“You’re demented.”
“Five. Four. Three—“
“I won’t choose.”
“See, all I hear is that you wanna get it on with our chemistry professor, you saucy minx, you.”
Remus sniffs. “Better than touching that prick with even a ten foot pole.”
“Mmmm, have I ever told you how hot and heavy I get hearing you talk politics at me?”
Remus throws him the bird, which makes Sirius laugh. Remus can objectively say that Sirius has the most beautiful variations of laughter in the world, and he’d know considering he’s catalogued each one. This version is definitely top three. His care free, effortless laugh when Remus takes him off guard with a snide remark or lowly muttered retort that’s not appropriate for most company— It’s really more of a experience, truly. His breaths stutter out in a lovely staccato, and his eyes glimmer like the sea, and sometimes it feels like the world’s been suspended and it’s only the two of them in that slice of eternity.
Erm, Ah, but yeah…. That only happens occasionally, and it’s only because Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend— has been since the final year of primary school after Remus had moved to the London outskirts from his small, coastal town in Wales, and on first sight, Sirius swung a snowball straight to Remus’s face, which he of course responded to by throwing two more his way, and well… The pair of them were soaking and breathless by the end of it, but their fate was sealed, they were the greatest of friends, and nothing would ever alter that unquestionable staple.
So what if sometimes Remus’s chest thuds painfully when Sirius dimples his way, or Remus only ever wants to talk to him over anyone else— even Lily or his Mam— if he’s had a bad day, or good one, or if something remarkable had happened, or , or… Or whenever really. And there’s absolutely no significance that Remus can’t help the totally delighted grin that splits his face in half whenever he gets a text or snap from Sirius.
None of that is at all relevant.
Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend, and he’d never risk ruining that by allowing some pesky little crush swallow him whole and clammer out his mouth— vulnerable and throbbing in the open space between them. It doesn’t matter if Marlene always makes kissy faces their way, or how James only ever refers to them as a couple, and so what if Peter’s got a pole running that Remus knows basically the whole school is betting on.
They’re all wrong, Sirius would never, ever feel the same sort of way that Remus does him, that’s downright preposterous and ridiculous and just simply impossible. And Remus’s perfectly content with that very real truth… He is.
Remus is fine with it God help him. So everyone else just needs to but the fuck out of their business.
Besides, this, this right now— Him and Sirius splayed out on opposite ends of Remus’s bed, with Sirius’s feet nudging at Remus’s elbow whenever he’s got a question about there homework, with the window cracked open just so, letting in some of the chilly winter air because Sirius absolutely can not focus if he’s not cold— the fucking furnace— Where Remus can still hear the going ons of his family playing out on the floor below them… This is the most perfect place in Remus’s eyes, and he won’t ever change that, especially not to live out some boyhood fantasy that would never come into fruition in his wildest of dreams.
Remus’s content… He is… He has to be or else he’d lose one of the most vital people in his world.
.-
“You’ve got footie practice after school, right?”
“Mmhmm, you coming to watch?”
“Only if you admit i’m your good luck charm,” Remus sardonically bats his lashes at Sirius as if he was in a mascara advert, and the taller boy blows a raspberry right back at him.
“Nice, real nice. You’re extraordinarily mature, you know that, Black?”
“And sexy, don’t forget that, oh so important descriptor Lupin.”
Remus leans against the locker besides Sirius’s, watches as he trades his current binders for the lot he’ll need for the afternoon, and tries really hard not to stare too longingly at how Sirius’s arm muscles ripple beneath their school’s maroon, uniform jackets in the most delicious of ways. (He hates the fact he’s been dissolved into a starry eyed mess lusting over the star striker, but thus is his fate.)
“I’d never commit such a faux pas, and I’m insulted that you’d ever think as much.”
Sirius sneers at him with a slight shake to his head. “So you coming or not?”
“I’m still contemplating my options,” he preens, but before Sirius could retort, Marlene, megawatt smile and dangerously sharp smirk— swaggers over towards them.
“Good morning my two beautiful chums!”
“What do you want?” Sirius asks before even glancing her way, to which Marlene blinks up at him, faux owlish. “S, I just wanted to greet a couple of my closest companions this lovely December morning,” she defends herself.
“Marls, you’re never this agreeable before noon,” Remus points out hesitantly.
“ And you rarely are even afterwards,” Sirius tacks on.
“Rude,” she pouts.
“Accurate,” Remus pipes in with an apologetic grimace.
Marlene stares them both down for a solid minute before finally relaxing her shoulders, and thrusting out the legal pad in her grasp. “The student council and spirit society are selling corsages for the snowflake formal, and Dorcas has deployed me to get some orders.”
“Whipped,” Sirius teases through a counter-fit cough.
Marlene doesn’t hesitate before smashing the legal pad on his head. “And you traipsing around getting people to buy the tickets for the theatre department last semester even though Re was only playing Mercutio wasn’t you being wrapped around his littlest finger?”
Remus flushes, feeling an unnerving amount of bees stinging around his stomach, and is thankful when the conversation pauses after Sirius casts her a very heated V. “Sod off.”
“So are you guys gonna buy or not?” Marlene huffs, weight slung to her left hip, and arms crossed against her chest.
“I’m a gay bloke, Marls, did you forget that?” Remus pins her with a one eyed squint, and she just scrunches her face up at him, exasperated.
“I’m sure there’s matching boutonnieres.”
“Fine, I just don’t have any school spirit then.”
This time she glares. “Lily and James are Head Boy and Head Girl, isn’t there like an oath between you lot, one for all and all for one, or some rot?”
“That’s the three musketeers,” he says.
“isn’t that basically who you guys are?” She reasons.
Before their wage of words could continue, Sirius just grabs the order form out of Marlene’s hands and fills out a sheet with the flurry of his pen. “Happy?”
“Positively delighted,” she leers, pecking them both on the cheek before strutting off, reminding them of their group study session at Alice’s tonight in her wake.
Sirius shakes his head, reluctantly amused with a grin gathering on the corners of his mouth, but for Remus everything feels like it’s frozen. “You didn’t have to do that you know? ’S not like James is much of a Head Boy anyhow, and Lily wouldn’t have really cared.”
Sirius shrugs, commences their walk to the opposite wing of the school for their shared history class. “Emmy likes that sort of romantical shite.”
Remus sees red, feels his heart lodging in his damn esophagus. “Oh, so— Erm, you’re taking her then,” Remus wonders if his tone sounds as detached as he feels.
“Yeah,” Sirius eyes him, questioning. “She wants that title of snow queen real bad, made me promise I’d campaign with her and the whole shtick.”
“Oh,” it’s like Remus could feel it when he closes off completely, can feel his hopes squashed down and his heart contract and his every organ collapsing in on themselves, leaving him feeling hollowed out completely.
Sirius slows down marginally, eyeing him with a slight frown. “Is that all right? I know you two don’t exactly get along and we were planning to go as a group, bu—“
“It’s fine,” Remus hates how screechy his voice gets, how he feels like he’s about to scream. “You two are a shoe in, no doubt.”
Sirius tries to mirror Remus’s faux excitement with a tepid grin of his own, but Remus doesn’t let him, instead commandeering their typical table on the back row and tries focussing on the thousandth war with France while his world tilts off kilter.
.-
Emmy is beautiful, and popular and her smile alone dazzles the whole room. She’s everything that Sirius should look for in a partner, someone to match his whip lash wit, and his taste for all things exuberant that skirt on flashy, and someone who’s got just as many friends and admirers as him.
They’re perfect and Remus should just get over his petty ass hatred of her, even if he still thinks she can be down right cruel and selective and selfish. Qualities Sirius surely isn’t… But maybe it’s all in his head how she sneers at people who she finds plane, or how she literally guffaws over the misfortune of others. Maybe his perception of how she wields people in like moths to a flame just to get what she wants is all a misunderstanding, or in his head or something.
Maybe all that’s possible, even if Remus seriously doubts it.
But at the end of the day, Sirius loves her— has been basically infatuated by Emmeline Vance since she first transferred at the start of their Freshman year. Sirius loves her, and who ever Sirius loves is merely an extension of him… Right?
Remus just needs to get over it and somehow rid himself of this crush he’s been fostering for so long it’s basically a part of him at this point. Though, he thinks it’d be a lot easier if he didn’t see their faces plastered on posters everywhere the week and a half leading up to the dance— looking like actual royals that would put Will and cate to shame.
.-
“Yo cheekbones!”
Remus starts, swivels around from where he was scratching his pen to paper, finding Sirius— as glimmering and beautiful as always— swaggering up to him, insanely electric smile painted over his face.
“Would you rather eat a jumbo jar of jalapeños without a break, or eat the toenails from someone with athlete’s foot next to your dinner every night of the rest of your life?”
“I thought you were having lunch with Emmy to keep up your royalty status before this weekend?” Remus asks, tacitly side stepping from the horrific images swimming to the forefront of his mind because of his cruel question.
“Now that doesn’t sound like an answer to my ultimatum,” Sirius says in a singsong sort of voice.
“You answer me first,” Remus says airily.
“But I asked first,” Sirius argues haughtily.
“Well both your options would kill me, so I wouldn’t do either,” Remus retorts.
“That’s not how the game works!”
“You’re the one who always says that rules were made to be broken,” Remus says, lofty as all get out,, and dissolves into laughter at the completely cross look Sirius’s giving him.
“You were born to be contrary, weren’t you?”
“So lunch?”
“Got bored,” he shrugs, hopping onto the corner of the desk Remus’s working on. “What you up to instead of eating?”
“My position paper for Model UN.” Sirius smiles down at him, and Remus can’t help the flush that spreads across his cheeks in return. “Not as glamorous as running as Snow King, I know.”
“It’s precious,” Sirius contends, his soft timbre sounding like syrup and his long fingers fluttering against Remus’s skin, pushing back a lock of his ever disheveled, tawny curls in a far to gentle way, and Remus gulps before averting his gaze to break the sudden tautness that’s built between them.
They’ve had so many of these almost moments, ones that Remus’s always treasured but he knows doesn’t mean much of anything at all to Sirius— Sirius who is effortlessly hilarious, and brims with genius and who is so beautiful that sometimes it hurts looking at him for too long. Sirius who has a new suitor at his beck and call on a near weekly basis. But whenever they transpire now, it just hurts all the more because Remus knows in his heart of hearts that they will never lead anywhere, and Sirius is in love with Emmy and Remus can’t let himself float around in this daydream for any longer.
“Ahem,” he clears his throat, shuffles in his seat only slightly. “I’m Algeria so my Mam’s pretty excited about it. She’s been telling me all the stuff Wikipedia’s got wrong and everything.”
Sirius laughs, but it doesn’t touch his eyes. “Your mother is kinda everything, you know that?”
Remus twists his mouth up, reluctant. “Don’t tell her as much, or else she’ll go on and on how she won Miss Teen Great Britain when she was only sixteen.”
“Hmm, I was wondering where you got that pretty face.”
“You, Sirius Black, can go lick an unwashed arse.”
“You’ll never catch a suitor with that cheek of yours though. I’d work on that, Lupin.”
“I don’t think I could ever win Miss Congeniality, alas.” Remus doesn’t quite catch Sirius’s reply, to busy responding too the text his phone just chirped with instead.
“Mary John, are you listening?”
“Uh-huh.”
Sirius’s brows hike up, flabbergasted smile stretched across his face. “So totally rude! And I came all the way here— to the place where dreamers die— just to spend time with you.”
“Sorry,” Remus gives him an abashed little half grin before setting the phone back down. “’s just Fabian.”
Sirius’s expression drops, goes inquisitive instead of his typical ebullience. “Fabian? Why’s Fabian Prewett texting you, and why is he,” Sirius crooks his head so he’s able to read the new message that popped up on Remus’s phone’s screen. “Asking about color coordination?”
Remus blushes for an entirely new reason now, one he likes much less. “Ah, he’s the sort to like it when our suits like match, but not in an abrasive fashion, you know?”
Sirius’s face goes scarily blank.
“Your suits? Suits for what?”
“The dance…” Remus says slowly, he’s confused what Sirius’s confused about.
“The dance… Right… I thought you were still going with everyone else?”
“Pff, no way,” Remus scoffs. “Lily’s only pretending to be single, you know how red in the face she gets whenever around James. They’ll end up dancing the whole night away. And with Dorcas running the whole event and Benjy thinking any social function is a plague on society, that’d leave me stuck with Peter and Mary, . And honestly I’ve seen enough of her tongue shoved down his throat for a lifetime.” Remus is only slightly surprised that doesn’t even elicit a chuckle from Sirius, who’s now looking a bit stormy— and he thinks he’ll never be accustomed to his mercurial moods that can change as quickly as the snap of the finger.
“Right… So you’re going with Fabian Prewett… as your date?”
“Yes… Why is that so hard to believe?”
“it’s, it’s not,” Sirius scrambles, suddenly standing up.
“Then why are you being so weird about this,” Remus argues, getting up to meet him at his level.
“Am not!”
“You’re going with Emmy,” Remus reminds him, this edge of desperate.
“I know I am, okay. But you— you—“ Sirius tappers off, eyes glassy and lips parted with words he can’t get out, and Jesus fucking Christ is it weird how for the first time ever their roles have reversed. Sirius can’t put any sentences together, and everything Remus’s been beating down— everything thrashing inside of him— are now burning his throat and warring over who can spill out first.
“What? I’m suppose to stay behind like the pathetic, nobody friend. The guy who’s just there to moon after you while you have an actual life. The Judie garland to your Mickie Roomie!”
“What are you even talking about right now!” Sirius shouts, sounding as torn apart as Remus feels.
“As if you don’t know!” He snarls, collecting his books into his backpack— Suddenly this room feels to stifling. He can’t breathe and it’s too hot and his chest is pounding.
He’s imploding and Remus has no idea how to rectify it.
“Just stop! Remus Stop!”
“leave me the fuck alone Sirius!”
“Why are you being such a prick about this!”
And that, that makes Remus angry, angrier than he’s ever been.
Before he could even think about it for a moment longer, Remus is rounding on him, dashing so close to Sirius that he can taste his breath with how close their faces are skirting against each other.
“I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you for forever, and I know that you don’t feel the same way, and I know that you’re in love with Emmy and, and I just know okay.”
“Wha—“ Sirius sputters, looking like a gaping fish. “Wait a second, are you jealous? Of sodding Emmy Vance?”
“Don’t!” Remus practically growls out. "Don’t disrespect me, okay? Don’t pretend that you never knew, or that I was such a good actor. I’ve been in love with you for years and you always knew and Fine, I get it. You never felt the same way, that’s fine. But just don’t pretend as if you never had the choice, don’t make me out as the bad guy for actually, finally saying yes to a bloke who’s actually into me. I need to fucking give up on the premise of us, I need to get over you. So I’m going out with fucking Fabian Prewett and you’re going out with Emmy Vance and that’s that!”
His breaths are labored, jagged and painful, as they race out of him, but Remus can’t move. He’s staring straight into Sirius’s beautiful, gray eyes, and he sees everything he’s always seen there, and hates that this is probably the last time he’ll get to be this close to him.
Not after this.
“I didn’t,” is the first thing Sirius croaks out, broken and helpless. “i didn’t know, Remus you have to believe me— I didn’t—”
“How! How could you not know!” He shouts back, but Remus doesn’t get his answer in so many words, instead he feels it.
He feels it when Sirius clamps his hands on either end of his waste-line, feels it when Sirius smashes their lips together in a cacophony of lips, and teeth and spit. He feels it when Sirius moans in side of him, when his hand moves down, spreads across the width of the small of his back, pushing their torsos even closer. Remus feels it when everything goes into focus, when he takes Sirius into his arms, greedy and excited and disbelieving.
And Remus thinks to all the other times he’s kissed another boy— To this prior weekend swapping snogs with a beaming Fabian in the back of a theatre. He thinks of how there was never anything worth anything when he kissed any of them Because it was all Sirius, always Sirius. And he could try to love Fabian, or some other cute boy, and he tried, and he tried, and he tried, and he gave all he had…but it was never enough, could it ever be enough?
Remus knows it in his bones that it’s enough when it’s with Sirius.
When they finally pull apart it’s difficult to breathe and Remus feels lightheaded and it’s wonderful in the most marvelous of ways.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” Sirius says in a whisper.
“Maybe next time give a guy some warning?” Remus can’t help the shit eating smirk that swipes across his mouth and is elated at the adorably cross scowl Sirius answers him with.
“Fine jackass, how’s this for a warning, I’m gonna kiss you now.”
“That’ll be sufficient, I suppose,” Remus goads, laughing against Sirius’s lips when he does just that.
~*~
Sirius ends up winning snow king, but rejects the dance with Emmy, opts to ask Remus to join him instead, as if they were in the middle of some John Hughes movie from the fucking 80s.
It’s utterly ridiculous and overdone and simply way too much— but everyone applauded and cheered and when Sirius kissed him in the middle of it, Remus felt as if his whole body sung with joy.
.-
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WILDEST DREAMS
a/n: soo I’ve been working on this for a little while now and I’m very excited to share it with you al!! This piece is inspired by Taylor Swift’s music video for her song Wildest Dreams. If you’ve never seen the video, or don’t remember it really well, I recommend you watch it *after* reading the story so you don’t get it spoiled! If you’re interested then you can watch it by clicking *right here!!*
Word count: 17.2k Rated: M, mature
You agree to help your friend on her film project and Harry is playing your love interest.
“You’ve been frowning a lot and haven’t said a single word in the past five minutes, what’s wrong?” You looked up to your quiet roommate sitting opposite to where you stood near the kitchen counter.
A playlist you both had made months ago, meant only for cooking days, as Nia had instructed, played faintly in the background. You hummed along to the melody of a song you didn’t really know the name of, but had listened to it enough to mumble the lyrics, as you focused on cutting banana slices.
Nia was the one who brought up trying out a new fruit smoothie recipe she had found while scrolling around on Pinterest. She was pretty excited after coming home with the groceries, ready to start the process. Which is why seeing her sitting quietly as she glared at her phone was a big sign that something was wrong.
“I think Jordan is about to pull out on us,” she groaned loudly, locking her phone and throwing it on the counter, running her hands on her face, “I can’t believe this is happening a week before filming starts.”
“Oh, that’s not good news” you said, looking back at your friend’s defeated state in front of you as you threw the banana slices into the blender. “What happened?”
“He said he decided to go with his cousin to Ibiza.” Her arms muffled her voice as she lied on top of them, sighing once again, “this is the third one that leaves, I might as well just cancel the entire thing and fail this class.”
You rolled your eyes lightly at her, shaking your head as you listened to her dramatic reactions. Being her friend for as long as you have, you knew how stressed Nia got with a project, specially something she was passionate about. She was always too hard on herself, trying to push everything to be as perfect as possible, which is a good thing when you focused on the ultimate results. But she often tended to over-stress herself, and that’s what makes you worry.
With this one in particular, you could tell how excited she was from the day her teacher assigned it. She came back home and rambled for hours on end about making her first film. Which is why when she begged you to be part of it, and you couldn’t find it in your heart to say no.
It was a small production after all, it just being Nia and her partner Evan, whom you have known had gotten close to her in the past months. She assured it would a rather simple concept, with only two characters. The trickiest part being the fact that they would film it out of town, in a camp house that belonged to Nia’s aunt. You had agreed to it to make her happy, and with her promise of buying you chocolate muffins. Most uni students, however, didn’t seem as keen to sacrifice a week of their spring break as you were.
“You’re being dramatic Nia,” you reassured, turning on the blender and cringing at the loud noise that took over the place. “Maybe they just read on the script that they would have to kiss me a couple of times and got too nervous about it,” you tried to humor, raising your voice a bit before turning the processor off. Nia looked back at you with a serious expression, making you scoff, “calm down, grumpy pants, I’m sure Evan knows someone who can do the role, stop worrying.”
“All I do is worry, you know that,” she sighed, standing up to walk towards the cabinets behind you. She selected two matching cups that she had gotten for your birthday, one had Elsa printed on it, and the other Anna. You smiled as she placed them on the counter, knowing you always thought matching friendship objects were silly, but Nia loved it, so you loved it too. She looked vaguely at the blender, letting her shoulder weight down. “At least we have a banana smoothie.”
“And something else!” You said, jumping on your feet to get to the fridge and retrieved a tupperware. You held it in her direction and smiled, “leftover spaghetti from Joe’s!” you exclaimed, attempting to brighten her mood. She looked back at you, grabbing the container from your hands, as she tried to fight back a smile.
“Yes, how could I forget the leftover spaghetti?”
**
As the days passed by, the both of you had gotten more stressed out. Nia was still worried about everything related to her film project. With the days passing by and no one to fill the other role on the script, she found herself on a daily cycle of stress breakdowns.
Just two days after your former cast partner dropped out on the project to spend his week on the busy beaches of Ibiza, she had bought three different boxes of hair dyes. And as you helped her turn her hair into a light shade of pink, she cried about how everything seemed to go wrong in her life.
Meanwhile, you had been struggling to fight your procrastination tendencies and try to finish as much work as possible before spring break. A task that was showing itself to be extremely difficult, considering your mind seemed more focused on binge watching true crime shows on YouTube.
The blank document stared back at you from your computer screen, as you wished that if you looked at it for long enough, the essay would somehow write itself. Writing a couple of words but soon deleting them and going back to an empty page, you signed. Why was it so difficult to introduce a topic? You took a sip of the hot drink on the sparkly Cinderella mug you had chosen for the day, another one of Nia’s Disney-related possessions.
You frowned at the blank document, your failure to write a single paragraph still open in front of you. You heard a light knock on your bedroom door, but before you could even say anything, you spotted the already fading pink hair coming into the room.
Nia walked in jumping excitedly, saying your name in little squeals and almost tripping down as she made her way to sit on your bed in front of you. Breathing out, she looked at you with a big smile and messy hair before blurting out.
“We’ve got you a husband!” you stared back at her, arching your eyebrows. You knew she was referring to the role on the film, but you still laughed off at her choice of phrasing. “Evan got someone, it’s like his old friend or something, said he trusts him not to drop out.”
“Well, fourth time’s a charm, I guess?” you smiled at her.
“We’re planning a pizza night this Friday, so we can, you know, set the details and all that.” She properly lied down next to you, playing with the strings on the hem of your pajama shorts. “Also so you two can meet each other, of course, you’re going to be married for a week after all.”
“The way you say it seems like we’re actually doing it,” You laughed, finally closing your computer, and moving down to face her. “We’re just playing characters, Nia.”
“I know, I know… You’re really no fun, aren’t you?” She moved her arm up to support her head and poked you with her free hand as you rolled your eyes at her. “Also, he seems pretty cute, Evan showed me his picture, maybe you two can hit off.”
“I’m sure he is,” you tried not to fall for her attempt on teasing you over someone you don’t even know. Sure, you’ll be playing love interests, but you’ve done this plenty of times before, back on your theatre days. Kissing someone on stage doesn’t mean you have feelings for them in real life, and you knew that pretty well. You sighed, looking down at her, not wanting to engage into this kind of topic.
“Anyway, should we celebrate your new cast member and my inability to write a single sentence about art history?” you changed the subject, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts. “We could watch Devil Wears Prada and make caramel popcorn.”
Nia gasped dramatically, “these are the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard coming from those pretty lips of yours,” jumping to her feet as she pulled you to stand with her. She then ran out of the room, screaming back, “I’ll get the blankets and you start with the popcorn!”
It’s been years since you’ve known Nia, but yet the dynamic between the two of you has never really changed. You’ve always considered yourself very lucky for having a friend like her in your life. From the day you met her in your English class, it was like seeing someone you had already known your entire life; it was always that easy to be with her.
You two became inseparable from day one.
Looking back, it’s crazy for you to realize how well your high school plans with each other had turned out. Most people you know had those friends in school they only really talked to because they saw them five times a week. But as soon as graduation came by they parted their ways and became only good nostalgic memories for one another. With the two of you, everything just worked out.
You both got into the university you wanted, ready to get matching art degrees. On your second year of college, you moved in together. And halfway through the course, Nia just dropped out to enroll on an eighteen months film school. And that’s when she met Nate.
You always knew she was destined to be that kind of person who just has one great love in her life. Which was funny considering that anyone who spent over five minutes with her and Nate in the same room could swear they would never work together. They just were those kinds of couples who are the polar opposite of each other.
Nia was a little social butterfly, who could start a conversation with anyone about anything. She could talk for hours with the old ladies at the grocery store about how the new brands of beans are just not as good as the ones not as well known. Or chat with the yoga moms about a new reality show that had premiered on Netflix. She loved experimenting on new things, trying out new recipes or mix distinct colors together on her clothes.
Nate, on the other hand, just wasn’t much of a talker at all. Since the start of their relationship, he often stops by at your apartment -wearing a different shade of grey every time - but it would be a lot to say that you two have had a conversation for longer than five minutes. He just mostly kept it to himself.
They balanced each other, which is why they worked so well.
It would be a lie for you to say you didn’t think about having something like that for you. You thought maybe you just weren’t the kind of person to have one meaningful relationship in your life. And that was okay. You’d like to think you’re better off on your own, anyway. But now and then you wondered how it would be to fall asleep in someone’s arms every day.
But you tried your best to keep those thoughts locked away in the back of your head. You knew that for the most part love is not really meant to last, Nia was just part of the lucky few.
**
The atmosphere in your shared apartment was cozy, as you waited for Evan and his friend to arrive before you started the pizza hangout, as Nia called it.
You both had spent the day tidying up the place, trying to decorate it a bit with some fairy lights and nice pillows you found in your room. It had been a long time since you had done any kind of social gathering in your home, and Nia wanted everything to be perfect. She even insisted on making the pizzas herself, which took most part of the afternoon, and a lot of bossing around on her part.
By the time the food was in the oven and the only thing left to do was wait, her boyfriend joined the two of you.
She was very talkative and bubbly, as she usually is, getting the wine bottles she selected for the evening and placing them on the counter as she chatted with him. It was nice seeing her back do being her usual self after such a stressful week.
You got the right amount of glasses, placing them next to the bottles, as you hummed along to the Declan Mckenna’s voice playing in the background. You weren’t really paying attention to Nia’s babbles, catching a word or two as she rambled about some dolphin documentary she had to watch for one of her classes. Pouring out a glass for yourself, you looked over to Nate who had a puzzled look on his face, as he tried to make sense of whatever rant his girlfriend had going on. You took a sip of your wine, and laughed lightly at yourself at the contrast between the two of them, something you had always found very amusing to observe. But before you could go further into your thoughts, the sound of the buzzer took over the small apartment.
“They’re here!” Nia gushed, as she quickly made her way out of the kitchen to get the front door, yelling back at you to get the pizzas out of the oven.
“Yes, ma’am,” you teased after she left, earning a light chuckle from Nate.
Making your way around the kitchen, you took out kitchen gloves that had figures of little chicks printed on them, giving one last check inside the oven to make sure everything was ready, before opening it and taking out the food. You could hear Nia greeting Evan excitedly in the background, as she rushed him and his friend to come inside. As their voices got closer, you turned your back to the entrance, concentrating on not burning yourself while you placed both pizzas on top of the counter.
“There’s our star!” You heard Evan’s loud voice taking over the kitchen space, making you look over your shoulder and laugh at him.
You turned around while taking off the gloves, as he pulled you into a tight hug, the strong scent of his cologne invading your nostrils. He wasn’t much taller than you, making him being considered short for a man. But his presence in a room was always so loud and bright that he seem much bigger than he actually is. You pulled back and looked at him, suddenly feeling underdressed in your own home. His entire outfit was bright red, being consisted of a jean jacket and silk pants, his eyes matching with vibrant eyeshadow taking over his whole eyelids.
“It’s very nice to see you again Evan,” you smiled at him, his hands still holding onto your shoulders as he looked warmly at you. “It’s been too long! You look fabulous!”
“Oh honey, you flatter me too much! It’s why I love coming here,” he scoffed playfully, coming to your side and wrapping one arm over your shoulder as he guided you. “But tonight is not about me, unfortunately. It’s about the two of you.”
As you finally moved your attention to the kitchen entrance, you realized another presence standing there. A man, who you assumed was Evan’s friend, already smirking down at you as both of you approached him.
You suddenly felt nervous under his stare while you could hear Evan commenting on something you didn’t really pay attention to. You had been taken completely by surprise by the man standing in front of you. Sure, Nia had mentioned to you once or twice that he was good looking, but you were not expecting this.
It was a weird feeling, being this affected by someone you had just met, but you would have to be blind not to notice. His face was beautiful, a sharp jawline contrasting his soft skin, his fingers poked at his bottom lip as he smirked, you could notice the hint of a dimple forming on his cheek. His hair was short, but still long enough to see the shape of slight curls forming in it, some locks falling charmingly against his forehead. But what hit you the most were his eyes, thanks to the dim lighting you couldn’t really tell if they were a shade of forest green or more of a hazel tone, but you could feel your cheeks warming up from the way he watched you as you got closer.
His shoulders were broad, as he was leaning against the entrance, the hand that wasn’t poking at his lip resting inside the pocket of his brown pair of trousers. He wore a blank white shirt, partly tucked in, underneath a beige cardigan. The sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, making you notice the tattoos hugging the skin of his arms. You felt a curious wish to know how many more you could find under all the layers of clothing..
As you and Evan got closer, he moved from his leaning position to stand tall in front of you. The smile never leaving his lips, and his eyes still watching you closely.
“So, darling, meet Harry,” Evan spoke up, gesturing you towards his friend. “He’s a pest, but I’m sure you’ll get along just fine”
“Way to give a first impression, E,” Harry rolled his eyes at his friend’s teasing, before turning his attention back to you. He moved closer, embracing you into a side hug “S lovely to meet you-”
You quickly cleared your throat, afraid that your voice would give you away, before saying your name. The attempt didn’t really seem to work, as your words came out higher than you had intended. You could feel Nia’s gaze turning to you on the corner of your eye, but tried your best to ignore it. He repeated it, before shooting a smile in your direction, the sound of his deep voice and the way his lips circled around the words making the hairs behind your neck rise.
“Okay! So how about we move this party to the living room?” Nia’s voice broke into the atmosphere. “Everyone can get their wine glasses and make themselves comfortable while y/n and I finish arranging the pizzas.”
She shot you a knowing look, before moving to get the wine bottles and handing them to Nate. Everyone shifted to get their glasses and settle in the other room, leaving you and Nia alone.
You moved to get the knives and looked at the pizzas standing on the counter in front of you, calculating how you could cut out even slices on each. You could see your friend from the corner of your eye leaning on the counter staring directly at you.
“You know you can’t fool me even for a second, miss,” she teased, you could hear the smirk on her voice.
“I’m not doing anything,” you murmured, still not looking in her direction. She scoffed, elbowing you lightly as she mimicked you, saying your name in a high-pitched voice. You shot her a dirty look before shushing her, afraid the guest in the other room could hear her teasing. “I didn’t sound like that!”
“Oh please! You should have seen how you looked at him!” She rolled her eyes at you, “thought you were gonna drop down on your knees right then and there!”
“Nia!” you screamed in a whisper, your cheeks warming up at her words as you pinched her, making her squeal. You quickly shot a look at the entrance to see if anyone might’ve heard her, but they seemed to be enrolled in their own conversation. “Let’s just get this done quickly before they suspect we’re in here for too long.”
“Okay, cheeky girl,” she bit her lip and moved to get a knife to cut one pizza, but still eyeing you with a slight smile, leaning in one last time, “but I told you he was cute.”
Eventually, the two of you finished sorting out the pizza slices and joined everyone in the living room. Nia then rushed to join her boyfriend on the loveseat, leaving the only spot available for you being between Harry and Evan on the couch. She shot you a teasing smile, but you tried your best to ignore it and focus on finishing the wine glass you had poured for yourself earlier.
“Okay, so I’m going to need everyone to eat the food and tell me how good it is,” Nia pointed out to the center table where the pieces of pizza laid upon, “I’ve spent the entire afternoon on these babies, so eat up!”
“You know that I’ve helped you with them, right?” you added, squinting your eyes at her, “some credit wouldn’t hurt.”
“You only laid the toppings on the dough so they would look even,” she snapped back pointing a finger at you, “I did all the hard work, so shush it.”
But before anyone could move to get a slice, Evan was already stretching out his arms to stop you from moving. “Wait a second,” he spoke, “I feel like I’ve watched enough seasons of MasterChef to be the first one to judge.”
“I mean, you are the best critic I know,” Nia pointed, leaning in to get a slice and offering to Evan, “but again, I don’t really know any other critics.” She humored as he took the food, making a show of analyzing it.
Everyone waited expectantly as Evan bit into the pizza slice, keeping a straight face that didn’t reveal much of his opinions. Nia leaned in his direction, nervously biting her bottom lip as she waited for his final verdict.
“You have to be honest,” she warned, observing him, “but know that I can get my feelings hurt pretty easily.”
“I don’t mind that,” Evan finally said, straightening his posture as he looked back to Nia’s waiting eyes, “I’ll say that it’s not the best pizza I’ve ever had,” he announced, “but it works.”
“You know what, I take it,” everyone laughed lightly as Nia visibly released a breath she had been holding in, “It’s not a bad review for a first time.”
The hours went by quickly as you eased into a conversation with everyone. It was nights like this you missed the most when the stress of all the accumulative work weighted on your shoulders. Having a more of a cool night to hangout with a few friends, drinking some wine and chatting about whatever topic came to mind.
As time passed, you could tell Nia and Evan got more agitated, probably due to the amount of wine they had consumed without even realizing. They chatted excitingly about Midsommar, their voices raising a bit too loud. But every time you tried to shush them, jokingly reminding of the neighbors next door, they would soon forget about it again. You watched them babble, giggling when they would get excited on a certain topic and start to trip over a few words.
You also felt lighter because of the alcohol, not as much as them, but still enough so you could feel your chest warmer and your mind a bit dizzy. You still felt an annoying tingle at the pit of your stomach when you felt Harry’s eyes fixating on you when you spoke, or when your hands brushed as you reached for the bottle at the center table. It was silly, and it made you feel like a teenager being in the presence of an attractive boy for the first time.
When it all quiet down eventually, Nia had dragged Evan to her room so he could give an insight on how she could decorate it. It was something she would do now and then, give her room a big renovation so the change in the space could make her more motivated, or something like that. Sometimes, if she felt inspired enough, she would change around the living area or even your own room - when you allowed her, of course.
Nate was still sitting on the loveseat looking like he was about to fall asleep at any moment as he scrolled through his phone. He hadn’t spoken a lot during the night, which wasn’t unusual for him, but he still managed to chat for a bit.
That left you and Harry alone sitting on the main couch, with one person less it left you enough space to cross your legs, making yourself more comfortable. He was sitting on his side, his back resting on the big pillows by the arm of the couch, his chest turned towards you.
You reached for the wine bottle at the center table, realizing there was just a bit left, enough for a last glass for the two of you. “Wanna help me finish it?” You turned to him with the bottle in your hand. He had a smile resting on his lips, as he raised his glass toward you so you could pour the liquid into it. You could tell his eyes were a bit cloudy, but you knew none of you had had enough to be drunk.
“Thank you, love,” he said, the raspiness on his voice as he spoke the pet name making the hairs in the back of your neck rise. You poured yourself the rest of the wine left, emptying the bottle as you settled it back where you got it. “Should we make a toast?”
“Sure,” you replied easily, smiling at him, “what should we toast for?”
He looked away, puckering his lips slightly as he made a puzzled expression, a hand scratching at his chin as if in deep thought. You giggled at his dramatics before he pointed his finger up, his face turning into a big smile. He raised his glass in your direction, as you did the same. “A toast for being husband and wife?”
You chuckled, clinking your glasses together, “that’s fair,” you said, “ ‘s why we’re here after all, isn’t it?” you joked, taking a sip of your drink before settling it down on your lap.
“Sure is,” he mimicked, rising his glass to his lips, a smirk still adorning them as he managed to not break eye contact. He took a small sip before settling his glass back on the table. He scratched the tip of his nose slightly with the side of his finger, before he relaxed back on the couch. “So” he spoke up, bringing your attention to him, “E told me you’re an actual actress,” he raised his eyebrows at you, “made me a bit nervous, love.”
“That right there is a lie,” you chuckled, biting your lip and shaking your head. “I used to do theatre back in the day, haven’t done any acting for years though.”
“A theatre kid, huh?” He laughed as you rolled your eyes jokingly.
“I’m aware we have a poor reputation, yes,” you said, “I reckon we deserve it, but we weren’t that bad, I promise.”
He giggled, making your heart skip a beat at the sound. His smile was something you could easily get used to, the way it formed crinkles in his eyes and the dimples deep on his cheeks. You had to stop yourself for staring too much, moving your gaze to the glass on your lap.
“People are too harsh on theatre kids,” he reassured, “I think it seems pretty fun — only time I did it was when I played Elvis when I was about five, I think.” He added, resting his arm against the couch, his hand just a few inches away from your shoulders. “Had the time o’my life though.”
“You got main character though, that’s impressive,” you expressed, raising a hand to poke at his side playfully. “Have you done anything since your big debut as the king?”
“Can’t say I have, no,” he chuckled, “guess this is my big comeback, maybe I’ll get a call from broadway soon.”
“I’m sure you will!” You giggled, taking another sip from the glass in your hand.
You found it easy to dive into a conversation with him. You were both giggly from the wine, but it still seemed like you could stay like this for hours on end, just talking to each other.
He told you he wasn’t planning on doing the film, considering he never really thought about acting. But when Evan asked him if he could be part of it, he saw how desperate he was to fill the role, so he agreed. It warmed your heart to hear how fondly he spoke about his friend, telling you how willing he was to help, even if it involved doing something out of his comfort zone.
You two bounded over your mutual wish to become teachers. You found out he was studying Literature, a choice that for him as an easy one, considering throughout his life he had always been an avid reader. He said no matter how harsh thing got, he always found an escape between books, you could tell how passionate he was about it as he spoke about his favorite reads.
Eventually, you could hear voices coming closer from Nia’s room, as they seemed to be gushing about the filming that was starting soon.
As Evan came into the room, he made his way to the couch, placing his hand on Harry’s shoulders. “Honey, as much as I wish we could stay here ‘til dawn, I’m afraid we must get going.”
With his declaration, everyone moved around to gather the dishes splattered across the center table to put it all at the kitchen counter. After some insisting -mostly on Harry’s part- on helping with cleaning, you convinced them you two could handle the task just fine. And they were the guests, after all.
Finally, you said your goodbyes, pulling Evan on a small hug, assuring him you’d do your best to do his script justice.
And as you came to face Harry, he leaned into a hug, giving you a last kiss on the cheek, before telling you how lovely it had been to meet you.
**
You had woken up with your door opening abruptly, making you jump a bit from the sudden change in the peaceful atmosphere from your deep slumber. Before you could process the situation in hand, Nia was already pulling out the covers and spitting out words at a faster pace than you could comprehend in your mind state.
“Get up already! We are very late,” She urged as you lazily scratched at your eyes before sitting up to look at her. “Evan is going to kill us!” She cried out.
Your head pounded slightly, making you search for your water bottle previously prompted by yourself the night before, knowing you would need it in the morning. You reached for it in your nightstand, taking big gulps as you watched amusingly Nia run around your room picking random clothes and throwing it in a duffel bag you had just noticed.
Resting the bottle down on your lap, you yawned lightly, still in the process of waking up. “Calm down Ni,” you mumbled, “We still have time, we’re only leaving at like, two.”
She looked back at you as if you had just slapped her across the face, your shirt falling partly from her hand. “It’s already one,” she informed, making your eyes bulge as you reached to check on your phone, confirming as it read 1:16pm. “We don’t even have our bags packed AND we got a sink full of dishes to wash.”
The minutes after that were rushed, as you two did your best to get ready as fast as possible. Mentally slapping yourself for leaving everything for the last minute, but still managing to pack your bag in record speed.
But as time passed and the list of things to do was still far from over, Nia phoned Evan and let him know you would need a few more hours to be ready to leave. To say he wasn’t the happiest about the news was an understanding, but there wasn’t much he could do about it.
A couple hours later you were finally packed, and after a quick stop to shop for road trip snacks you were off on the road.
You left much later than planned, and even if it wasn’t that much of a long drive, it was still 3 hours until you got there. The ride itself was mostly quiet, except from Lorde’s Melodrama playing softly in the background. You hummed along to the words, but apart from that there wasn’t a lot of talking between the two of you, all due to the limited amount of sleep you got from the previous night.
As you got closer, the scenery of open grass camps and blooming flowers at the peak of spring was a peaceful change of scene from the busy city streets you were used to. And when you finally got to the house, the sun was almost setting on the horizon. The sky being a satisfying mixture of blue and orange. There was a car already parked in, and as you got closer, you could see two figures sitting on the front stairs.
Getting out of the car, you quickly made your way to where they stood. “Have you been waiting long?” Nia asked as you got closer to them.
“Longer than I was planning to, I’ll say that,” Evan replied, taking off his sunglasses to greet you.
Harry came up from behind him, looking incredibly cozy wearing a knitted cream sweater. It took everything in you not to nuzzle on him as he met you with a quick embrace. You had to focus on keeping your breathing steady as you looked up at him when you parted. The sun coming from behind you doing wonders as it hit his face perfectly. His eyes were the prettiest shade of green as he smiled down at you before moving to greet Nia.
“We’ve been here fo’ ten minutes, don’t listen to him,” he assured with a small laugh.
The house itself was much bigger than you expected, it wasn’t huge, by any means, but you had pictured a small cottage with barely any space for the four of you. The place, however, was big enough for you to have your privacy but still small enough to feel cozy and welcoming.
You quickly found there were three rooms, and despite you arguing you didn’t mind sharing one with Nia, considering you two lived together, she still insisted that you and Harry had your own bedrooms. It was her way of thanking you for agreeing to help them.
After you got established in your respective room, you met everyone down at the kitchen. The place was loud with chatter as they played around while making dinner. Nia seemed to boss the boys around to cut the vegetables properly, as she concentrated on figuring out how to work the old stove. They laughed lightly as she cussed under her breath in frustration after another failed attempt. You watched quietly for a moment, before joining in to help her.
You finally turned the stove on with the help of a few matches you found laying on the counter, being able to cook with no more trouble. It was already getting late when you finished eating and gathered the dishes to lay them on the sink. Still, Nia insisted on watching one of the movies she had carefully selected on her extended collections of DvDs to bring with her.
You decided to make yourself some tea while the rest of them moved around to arrange themselves for the movie night. After offering if anyone else wanted a cup as well, you were met with Harry’s warm smile as he accepted shyly.
Soon enough everyone settled down on the big couch to watch the movie. Evan took his place on one of the armchairs, while Harry opted to sit by the end of the couch, setting his legs on the footrest in front of him. As you walked in with your mugs, he gazed up at you, shooting a soft smile and muttering a quick ‘thank you’ as you handed him his drink.
He patted the spot next to him, indicating for you to sit, to which you happily obliged.
“Wanna share?” he asked, holding up a blanket that lied at the arm of the couch. “There’s jus’ three of ‘em.”
“Sure,” you replied, moving to pull the blanket, so it was covering the two of you. You knew very well you could always get an extra one from one of the bedrooms, but you would never bring yourself to suggest it.
Finally, Nia entered the room with a small pack of m&m’s on one of her hands and the DvD case for ‘Love Actually’ on the other. She was quick to insert it on the player before settling down next to you. Pulling out the leftover blanket for herself, she lied down to rest her head comfortably on top of your legs.
It didn’t take long until she fell in deep slumber, cuddling up on your lap as soft snores left her lips. You pouted slightly down at her. The poor thing was exhausted from driving all the way, and the bad night of sleep the day before.
As the movie progressed, you could feel your eyelids getting heavier as well, the words coming from Keira Knightley’s mouth becoming more of a background noise as you fought to keep yourself awake. But before you could doze off, you felt Harry shifting slightly next to you. Suddenly feeling his arm hugging your shoulders, as he gently pulled you closer.
You moved your head to look at him but before you could say anything he shushed you softly and pulled you back in. “ ‘S fine, love,” he whispered, “can see that you’re tired.”
And with a half-woken mind and heavy eyelids you laid back on his shoulder and allowed yourself to snooze.
You woke up with him shifting again from under you, opening your eyes slowly to find the end credits rolling up the screen in front of you. You yawned lightly before sitting up, being careful not to wake a still-very-much-asleep Nia on your lap.
“Sorry,” you heard Harry say as you scratched at your eyes, “didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s fine,” you assured, your voice a bit raspy from your nap, “would have to happen, eventually.” You looked down at the unconscious girl lying on you, knowing you had to get her to bed so she could sleep properly. “We should wake her.”
“Want me to carry her to her room?” he asked.
“I think she’ll be okay,” you replied, gently calling her name so she could slowly wake up.
Surely, it didn’t take a lot of coaxing to get her eyelid to flutter open, as she lazily rose from her sleep.
You helped her to her room, afraid she’d trip down the stair in her hazy state of mind, still half asleep as she dragged her feet across the floor.
As soon as she laid down in her bed, you made your way back to the kitchen to fix yourself a glass of water so you could go to sleep.
It surprised you to find Harry still awake as you entered the space; he looked up at you from his position leaning on the counter with his phone in his hand. Quickly placing it in his back pocket as he saw you coming in, giving you a slight smile. “Thought you’d gone to bed.”
You reached for the cabinet Nia had pointed you to earlier where the cups were placed, picking one with little thought and closing it. “Just came here for a glass of water,” you spoke, moving the cup under the tap, “always have one next to my bed, y’know, in case I get thirsty and stuff.” You shook your head slightly, not wanting to ramble about the benefits of staying hydrated during the night just to make a conversation.
“Smart girl,” he joked, causing you to chuckle as you felt blush creeping out on your cheeks. You could see him coming closer to stand next to you from the corner of your eye, which didn’t help the tingly feeling forming at the pit of your stomach. “Excited fo’ tomorrow?” he asked, crossing his arms on top of the counter as he leaned next to you.
“Guess I am,” you answered, looking up at him and finding he was closer than you had realized. You smiled nervously as you met his eyes gazing down at you, before clearing your throat lightly. “What about you?”
“To be honest ‘m a bit nervous, love,” he confessed.
“Why’s that?”
“I mean,” he started, his eyes still fixed on you, “ ‘s not every day I get to pretend ‘m married to a pretty girl like you.”
You could feel your heart skip a beat as he reached one of his hands to move a strand of your hair behind your ear. He kept his hand on your cheek just as his eyes seemed to gaze down at your lips, so subtly that it felt like you might’ve imagined it.
The silence in the room was loud as you could almost hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears, as he leaned down just barely, getting closer to you. He looked down one more time at your lips, this time making sure you realized the unspoken question behind that action. You suddenly felt water pouring through your fingers, as the forgotten cup in your hand overflowed. This caused you to jump back a bit, quickly turning the tap off and resting the glass on the counter.
“Oh my god,” you squeak, reaching out for a towel right next to the sink to dry your hand. “I’m sorry, that was-” you chuckled, glancing at Harry who seemed to watch you with an amused expression. “That was awkward, sorry.”
“No need to apologize,” He assured, picking the full glass and moving it in the counter so it was out of your reach. “ ‘t was actually quite cute,” he moved closer to you again, reaching his hand to hold at your jawline.
You held back your breath as you felt his own hitting the top of your upper lip, your noses brushing slightly.
“Been wanting to do this fo’ a bit now, love,” he spoke a bit above a whisper, his deep voice sending chills down your spine and making you grab at his sweater, ”would you let me?” his thumb caressed your cheek lovingly, “would you let me kiss you?”
You could feel your heart beating strongly against your rib cages, swallowing hard as you looked up at him. He was watching you closely, his dark emerald irises gazing down at you as your lips barely brushed. You nodded at him, trying to pull him closer.
“Use your words, darling,” he insisted, not budging from his position. “Wanna hear you say it.”
“Please, Harry I-” you moved your hand to grasp on his waist, “just —kiss me.”
Giving a satisfied hum, he finally leaned down, closing the space between the two of you. His hand remained stroking your cheek softly, as the other sneaked under your neck.
He moved his lips ever so slightly, his cupid bow founding its way above your inner lip, sucking on it gently. The kiss was teasingly slow, making you hyper aware of all of your senses. Your hands feeling the soft fabric of his sweater, grabbing at it as if asking for more.
He moved the hand on your neck, pulling gently at your hair, making you angle your head up a bit. As his tongue poked to lick at your bottom lip, you opened your mouth, deepening the kiss.
You stayed like this for a while, pressed against the kitchen wall as you enjoyed the taste of each other.
When you pulled back, he splattered a few kisses along your cheek, giving one last peck on your mouth before pulling back.
“As much as I don’t want to end this now,” he muttered, moving his hand, so they were both holding your cheeks, “We should get some sleep fo’ tomorrow.”
“We should,” you agreed.
“We’ll get the chance to do this again,” he said, making you bite down a smile at the innuendo behind his words.
He gave you one last kiss before pulling away completely, reaching for the glass of water you had already forgotten about on the counter and handing it to you.
You walked back to your rooms without saying a word, but still sharing glances and smiles along the way. And as you got to your respective rooms, you whispered quiet good nights before parting ways and closing the door behind you.
**
The days that followed were rushed, considering the filming had officially started. You two barely had the chance to be alone again, which was disappointing. But still you couldn’t find yourself time to miss the feel of having his soft lips against yours, considering the scenes you had with each other. What you did miss was being able to kiss him without it being written in a piece of paper, or having someone from outside tell you to. You missed the intimacy of feeling his tongue meet your own and having his hands pulling you close as you both craved for more. You missed the shared secret between just the two of you, that was knowing how it felt to have him all to yourself.
It was discomforting, earning for someone you barely even know. Jumping into a feeling you know there’s no way can end well. You both were playing characters. Lovers, yes, but it was all pretend. It didn’t help that he was so good at it. In front of the cameras he would be so loving that you often wondered how much of it was just part of the act.
It was subtle things that made you think of it, like a glance across the room between takes. Him leaning close to you every time they called you to watch back something you had just recorded. Or when he sucked in your lip during a scene, so softly you could barely notice but still made your heart skip a beat.
But as much as it was nice to pretend that you two had some shared secret, you knew that the most likely scenario was that he was just doing his work and being friendly. So you tried your best to convince yourself that all of it was just your mind playing tricks, this way you could prevent yourself from inevitably getting hurt. That encounter in the kitchen was most likely his way of making things less awkward to when you inevitably would have to do it in front of a camera. That was it, nothing more.
It seemed to have worked pretty well, you two had the chemistry Evan hoped for when he wrote his script. Nia kept teasing you with every given opportunity. You didn’t tell her about the late night kitchen situation, but you knew she could sense the ‘chemistry’ was not simply because you two were just that good at acting. No one was complaining though, considering everything was going so smoothly they suspected it could be wrapped up even earlier than expected.
Every time they would mention the possibility, you found yourself wishing deep down something would set you back on the schedule. You felt bad for it, and you never voice your inner thoughts, but you knew wrapping up early meant going home early, and you were getting a bit too comfortable getting to act all loved up on camera.
As if some kind of outer force had listened to your wishes, just as you were halfway throughout the week, mother nature seemed to be your biggest ally.
You had just woken up with the annoying tune of your alarm clock, one you had chosen for finding it soothing at first. But you soon found that those sounds are not meant to feel soothing at all, as it woke you from your deep slumber. You were quick to turn it off before rubbing your eyes softly and enjoying the warmth of your bed for a few more minutes. You could hear the gentle sounds of raindrops hitting your window, but barely paid any attention to it as you rose lazily, stretching your arms above your head.
Making your way down the stairs you first noticed Evan standing by the big window in the living room, looking out with a hand resting on his hip and the other one holding a mug. Behind him, in one of the armchairs, sat Harry, also drinking out of a mug as he read a book quietly. But as if he felt your presence as you got to the bottom of the staircase, he looked up, smiling at you as you made your way into the room.
“G’morning,” he spoke, alerting the man by the window of your presence as he turned around to look at you.
“Good morning,” you said back, before realizing the worried expression on Evan’s face, “is everything okay?”
“A disaster just happened, honey, look out the windows!” he snapped, gesturing behind him where you could see the rain hitting the glass. The sky was dark with clouds, suggesting it was just the beginning of the storm that was to come. You looked back with a puzzled expression, knowing the weather was not the best, but as far as you remembered you had already shot all the scenes you needed outside. Evan rolled his eyes, “our natural light is gone, honey, it’s too dark to shoot!” he barked.
“Hey, no need to yell at her like tha’,” Harry looked back at his friend, attempting to calm him down, “ ‘s fine, we were early on schedule anyway, one day is not gonna delay it.”
He shot a look at Harry, his hand finding its way back on his waist as he let out a deep breath. “I’m sorry, this is just incredibly frustrating.”
You smiled at him to assure it was fine, knowing how much stress he was putting on because of this project. “Doesn’t Nia have one of those light things you were using the other day to make the scene brighter?” You suggested.
Evan sighed, “that’s a reflector, it just— well, reflects the light, we would need the sun for it to work, and seems like she’s not showing her face anytime soon,” he weightened his shoulders down, clearly feeling defeated. “I guess today is our off day — we should use it to pray for sunlight tomorrow, otherwise I’m pulling my hair off.”
When Nia woke up, you could tell she was not happy at all with the news that filming had to be cancelled for the time being. She spent the whole breakfast whining and crying about the poor weather. You tried your best to console her, but knowing your friend you knew her dramatics showed off when she worried about something. She tended to overthink every scenario that could go wrong, which did nothing to help the pressure she put on herself.
The day went on as eventless as it possibly could, the rain outside just seeming to get angrier as time passed by. You did your best to distract Nia from her own head, asking her about the recent documentaries she had watched, knowing she could go on tangents for hours. You talked about crime shows you have started before filming and shared different theories you had on them. You even listened to her deep analysis of trashy reality shows she loved to watch and always tried to drag you to get into it.
You talked and talked with no end, considering there wasn’t much else to do. Nia’s aunt hated computers and refused to install any kind of wifi, leaving you with a shitty connection that barely loaded a five-minute video.
As the evening came by, and the raindrops still hit angrily at the windows, you decided to watch another movie — this time it was Evan’s choice of Freaky Friday.
You volunteered to grab the blankets from the cabinets on the second floor, while Nia excitedly announced she would make popcorn for everyone.
Quickly moving along the hallway, you made your way in front of the doors and opened them. You could hear footsteps coming up the stairs as you tiptoed to reach the top shelf where the soft blanket you had used the first night lied on top of.
“Need help?” You heard a voice approach, looking over your shoulder to find Harry walking towards you with an amused expression on his face. You nodded, chuckling as you quickly stepped out of the way to allow him to take your place. He reached up, easily retrieving the blanket and giving it to you.
“Thank you,” you muttered, looking up at him for a moment.
“No problem, darlin’,” he said, fetching two other blankets before closing one door with a swing of his hip. You closed the other one with a small giggle. You started to quietly move along towards the staircase when he cleared his throat, causing you to look up at him. He kept his gaze down before speaking softly, “After the movie, think I’ll go back to my room a bit early,” he looked at you for a moment, “ ‘f you want to join me.”
You stopped walking to look at him arching your eyebrows surprised, not expecting this kind of proposal at this moment. He stopped a step ahead of you, staring back with nervous eyes and shooting you a shy smile. “I’m not saying we have to do anything, I just-” he spluttered, “just wanted to be with you, without the camera and stuff.”
You smiled at him, “of course,” you voiced, “sounds nice.”
Shortly, you found yourself in the same position as the first day. Sharing a blanket with Harry, but this time Nia was wide awake next to you with a bucket of popcorn plopped on her lap. Some people would consider her to be the worst kind of person to watch movies with, considering she would always get too excited and comment on every scene she could. You had gotten so used to it with time, that it felt weird watching a movie without her voice interrupting a scene every five minutes.
It got hard to concentrate on this one in particular, and not because of Nia’s speaking over the lines, but the sudden feeling of Harry’s hand resting on your knee halfway through it. Your legs were crossed on top of the couch, making part of it rest slightly on top of his as he eased his thumb over your skin.
As time passed, he moved his hand up a bit, finding its final place on your inner thigh, causing goosebumps to arise on the back of your neck as he caressed it softly. You caught yourself holding your breath multiple times, something he was also probably aware of, considering the position of his arm on the side of your chest.
The tension between you two was almost palpable as the end credits rolled up. At that point you had prompted yourself to lean your head on his shoulders. He grasped your skin slightly before removing his hand and motioning his position to get up, making you pull back from him.
“‘m going back to my room now,” he announced as he got up, shooting you a knowing look, “g’night.”
You stayed back for a few minutes so as not to look too suspicious, folding up the blanket you had used and scrolling through your phone for a bit. Not long after you excused yourself, climbing the stairs two steps at a time.
You found him in the hallway, leaning in on the wall right next to his door as he looked down on his phone. As he felt your presence he gazed up, grinning softly before bringing his finger above his lips as to warn you to stay quiet.
The two rushed inside his room, trying to be as quiet as possible, considering your friends downstairs could come up at any second. He closed the door behind him, looking right at you as he leaned back. His room was similar to yours, the difference being a few more clothes lying on top of the small couch standing at the corner. The curtains hanging on the big windows were pushed open, allowing the moonlight from the now-clear sky to illuminate the place.
Your breath got caught in your throat as you stared back at him, meeting his dark irises. He started stepping closer to you until he could lean his forehead against yours. His hands found their way caressing your jawline, one of them going as far as to pulling lightly on the hair above your neck. You held your breath, gazing up at him as you waited for his next move.
He smiled lazily, brushing his nose against your softly before placing a peck to the corner of your lips. He was teasing you, his hand leaving your hair to find its way down your body, paying special attention to the side of your breast before placing itself holding your waist.
You swallowed dryly, feeling your heart speed up as you pulled him closer, wanting desperately to close the space between the two of you. Too scared that your voice would give out your desperation, you moved one of your hands to the back of his neck and pulled him in. He didn’t think twice before finally closing the space and allowing you to feel his lips against yours.
The kiss started slow, both of you still trying to figure it out how it was to taste each other like this. His lips were soft, moving teasingly as he sucked on your bottom lip. Your hand pulled his hair gently, causing him to whine into mouth, licking at your tongue as he deepened the kiss. The hand on your waist moved up, caressing the side of your breast softly as he tried to pull you in as close as possible.
He started easing you backwards, considering neither of you were willing to break the kiss to watch where you were going. You felt the mattress of his bed hitting the back of your knees. You allowed him to lay you into the bed, parting for a moment so you could move upwards, laying your head on the pillows. Shortly enough he joined you, placing his elbows on both sides of your head, not wasting any time before closing the space between your mouths again.
The two of you stayed like this for a while. Slowly kissing each other, as your arm found its way back behind his neck and one of his hand caressed your cheek. You could get used to this, with him being the only thing you could sense. His taste. His touch. His scent.
He was all you could think about.
When you finally pulled back, you could see his red, puffy lips even with the limited amount of lighting going into the room.
He looked into your eyes for a moment, “you look so pretty like this, darling,” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper, sending chills down your spine. “Could eat you up.”
A small whimper left your mouth, as he dove back in to spread kissed along your cheek and down your throat. You bit hard into your lip and swallowed back a moan as he sucked in a spot right below your jawline. You could feel him grinding his hips down on your tights, making you aware of the growing bulge inside his sweats.
You placed your hand on his shoulders, pushing him gently and disconnecting him from your neck. He pulled back, looking back at you with a puzzled look. You kept pushing him until his shoulders hit the mattress, reverting the previous position you both were in, as you stranded his waist.
Looking down at him, you wanted so badly to discover his body, to make him feel good. So you took the same position he had on you. Placing your lips against his neck and running your tongue against it, sucking in his skin. You kept doing it as your hand smoothed down his body, finding the hem of his shirt and lifting it enough so you could scratch at his love handles. He gave you a small moan, a sound so delicious to hear you that made you want to swallow him whole.
Both his hands found their place on your waist, pressing you down so you could feel his need between your tights. You quickly pulled your head from his neck, giving him a soft peck on the lips.
“Please, love, just-” he grunted, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Just do something, please, I-“
His hands gripped tightly on your waist as you rolled your hips against him. Neither of you could contain your moans as you repeated the movement, even fully clothed his bulge rubbed deliciously against the place you needed it the most.
You leaned down again, this time pushing his shirt up as you made your way down his body, splattering open-mouthed kisses along his warm chest. You paid a special mind to the tattoos you met along the way, sucking spots over the wings of a butterfly inked on his stomach. As you licked along the leaves of the ferns that adorned his love handles, you felt one of his hands tangling in your hair, his hips rising slightly as he whimpered.
“A bit impatient, you are,” you spoke, feeling his belly tighten as you placed a playful bite under his belly button, causing another moan to leave his lips.
“Darlin’, please,” he whined, “Just- fuck, just need you right now.”
You decided not to tease him for too long, considering you needed it just as much as he did. Finally, you moved down once more to place a kiss above the hard on over his pants. He lifted his head, watching your every move as his hand that was placed on your hair pushed some strands away from your forehead. You wrapped your hand around the hem of his sweats, rising your eyebrows at him as you felt he wasn’t wearing any underpants. The thought of having such easy access to him making you press your thighs together, feeling your wetness already damping your underwear
Slowly, you bit your bottom lip, keeping your gaze focused on him as you moved his sweats down, he raised his hips as to help you out. Once his cock was fully out, you stared back down at it lying proudly against his stomach. You ran your fingers gently along his length, causing him to hold his breath, his abdomen tightening once more. He was definitely bigger than anyone you had ever been with, causing your mouth to water a bit and your thighs to press together once again at the thought of fully having him.
You could feel him peering down at you as you wrapped your hands around the base and applied the smallest amount of pressure. The precum was already escaping from the tip and sliding down the tiniest bit.
Moving your head forward you looked back at his waiting eyes, spitting on top of the head as you moved your hand up caressing it. This time he gave you an actual moan, throwing his head back at the pillows behind him.
Looking down at him, you didn’t know where to place your lips first, wanting to bite and lick every part of his body. Finally deciding on sucking a spot on his thigh, right next to where rested an ink of a tiger head.
You kept the movement of your hand, twisting it and applying more pressure eventually as you watched him shift around under you. He raised his hips slightly as he pleaded under his breath for more, his hand firmly on top of your head as the other was thrown above his own.
You moved your thumb to run across his slit, caressing the head with a flick of your wrist as you moved your mouth to place kisses at the base. At this point he became a moaning mess, throwing his arm over his mouth as to muffle the sounds while you licked up his shaft.
“God- fuck- such a good girl,” he moaned on his arm, moving it out of the way so he could look down at you. “Doing so good, you feel so good- shit.”
Smiling at him, you jerked him off a couple of times before resting your hand at the base so you could replace it with your mouth.
You licked around his head, giving it a small kiss before you moved down as far as you could go. He cried out, tightening his grip on your hair and moving his hips up to meet your movements as you sucked on him.
He was desperate to reach his climax, and you were desperate to see him cum undone under your touch. So you started speeding up, your mouth licking at his veins, your hand helping you as you moved it along his dick. He was cursing and moaning over you, pleading for you not to stop. You kept moving your hand as you licked at his head once more before detaching so you could look up at him with pleading eyes.
“Almost there?” you asked, having him nod frantically at you, “will you let me have a taste?”
That seemed to do it for him, as he pushed your head back down, making you attach your lips to his head as you felt him shoot his load inside your mouth. You milked him as he came down from his high, feeling his softness on your lips as you swallowed down.
You sat up and looked down at his hazy eyes while he calmed down with heavy breaths. He adjusted his sweats quickly before moving himself up to pull you in for a frantic kiss. “God, darling, you’re a dream,” he spoke between kisses, his hands gripping at your waist as he positioned you to lie on top of him, moving one of them under your shirt, pulling it up slowly.
You quickly placed your hand on top of his stopping him from going further as you detached from him. He furrowed his brows at you. “I should go back to my room,” you said, “got an early day tomorrow.”
He gave you a puzzled look, “but you still haven’t- “
“it’s okay,” you interrupted, moving to get up from his bed, suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze, “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Good night!”
You left his room before he could protest, wanting to slap yourself from running away like this.
**
The next morning was thankfully much brighter than the one before, with sunlight shining through the windows at the earliest hours. You didn’t get a lot of sleep, tossing and turning around, replaying the previous night in your head. The thought of what could’ve happened if you had stayed imprinted itself in your mind. You started to overthink it. What did he even think of you? After running away like that?
Your thoughts consumed you as you sat in of the stools in the kitchen by yourself, for the first time being the first to be awake. Your coffee running cold by the minute, as you frowned to yourself, taking a sip every so often.
It didn’t take long until you didn’t find yourself alone anymore, having Evan join you as he happily cheered about the nice weather. You nodded along to him, not really in the mood for talking as you anxiously poked at your nails.
It was when you walked towards the sink to wash your used mug that you saw Harry walking into the kitchen. His hair messy and his eyes sleepy, making you annoyed at how charming he managed to look even after just getting out of bed.
He greeted you with a raspiness to his voice, his eyes lingering on you a moment too long as he smirked before moving to the cabinets. He stood next to you while you washed the dishes, grabbing himself a bowl while he worked on his breakfast.
Yours arms would brush every so often as you moved while doing your tasks, making you gaze at him. He kept a grin sitting on his face as he casually made a conversation with Evan, his dimple poking out the smallest bit, but still not looking back at you.
As soon as you were finished you left for your bedroom so you could get ready for the day, but not before sparing one last glance at Harry. This time his eyes were already trained on you as he chewed slowly his fruit salad. You felt your cheeks getting a bit warm from the eye contact, making you look down and leave the room with a speeding heart.
The work started early, as you ran around to keep up with the schedule after losing one day of productivity.
Harry seemed to be in it for teasing you. His touches lingered longer than needed. His kisses were harsher, the need behind them being almost palpable. His gaze on you told you something you couldn’t really tell exactly what it was. Lust? Desire? You weren’t entirely sure, but every time you caught him watching you felt a warmth take over your face.
In one occasion, between takes, as Nia and Evan discussed the best position for the camera considering her broken tripod. You stood awkwardly waiting for their instructions as you played with the hem of your dress. You could feel him staring closely, looking up to find him with the same smirk he gave you in the morning. He looked quickly over your friends who were still trying to figure out the problem before leaning up close to you “Still haven’t let me have a taste, love,” he said quiet enough to that just you could hear, the words sending a chill down your spine and making your core twitch as you glanced back at him.
That same night, after you announced you’d tuck yourself in, just as you changed into your pajama shorts, you heard a soft knock on your door. You opened up to see his darkened irises staring back at you as he quietly let himself in. And within a few minutes he found his place between your legs, your hand gripping tightly at his curls as you moaned into your pillow.
The following day wasn’t much different, starting with a tight filming schedule that was coming to a close end. An exchanging of glances across the room and yearning touches with underlying motives behind them. Ending with you lurking into his room at the dark hours of the night, craving-filled touched and muffled moans.
**
The wrap up of the film was welcomed with a bittersweet feeling settling itself in the pit of your stomach. Knowing as much as you were glad everything had gone as smoothly as possible during this week, it was time to leave it all behind.
You were nervous about how it would be with Harry after you got home. Was this the start of something that could potentially become a warm and beautiful feeling? Or was it just a lust-filled affair that would end as quickly as it had started? It made you anxious to think about it, not wanting to let go of it just yet.
Nia walked into the living room with two champagne bottles that had been brought up for this exact moment. The atmosphere was filled with chatter as everyone celebrated the end of the hard work.
You were dressed in the fanciest clothes you had brought on your rushed-packed bag, which consisted itself in a black blouse and a loose pair of pants you stole from Nia’s wardrobe a couple weeks prior. But you once again could not compete with Evan’s sense of style, as he seemed right out of a cover with a hot pink turtleneck under a sparkly black dress that hung all the way to his feet.
But you still couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.
You watched as he laughed along at something that had been said, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before fixing on Nia as she offered to serve him the champagne she had just opened.
He looked so good.
Like you, he didn’t opt for a very glam look, wearing a simple graphic white tee with a rainbow printed on it, and a simple pair of checked trousers. But as plain as someone could argue it was, he still managed to look incredibly inviting, which made it harder for you not to latch yourself onto him.
You were coming into your sixth or seventh glass when it all died down. Your head was fuzzy, and you felt giggly as you cheered along with everyone about the successful week you had. Nia had already gone back to her room. She didn’t drink as much considering she would have to drive early in the morning, wanting to leave most of the celebration for the premiere day.
The glances stolen between you and Harry were getting more frequent, the longing in each other's eyes visible with the effect of the alcohol.
**
He had you pressed up against your bedroom door as he sucked in your bottom lip harshly. His hands gripped at your waist tightly, putting his weight against you.
You wrapped your hand around his neck as the other pulled at his shirt desperately with the need of having him close. You felt overwhelmed by him in the nicest way. Having his hips pressing against your own, making you open your tights slightly as you felt his arousal straining on his trousers.
You whimpered into his mouth at the feeling, suddenly needing him as close as possible. You could tell his desperation matched your own by the way his hand pressed on the side of your body and his mouth moved against you. His groans getting lost in your throat every time you tangled your fingers on his roots, pulling at it.
“You’re gonna kill me like this, baby,” he breathed out, his lips moving against your wanting ones, “so fuckin’beautiful.”
You tried to keep your shaky hands steady as they travelled down his chest, scratching as his tummy lightly under his shirt before you began pulling it up. He detached from you to quickly reach over his shoulders and pull it off completely. He didn’t waste any time bringing his hand to unbutton your blouse, peppering kisses along your lips as he moved it down your shoulders, only to be met with your bare breasts underneath.
“Fuck me,” he groaned staring down at you, attaching your lips once again as he pulled you from the door as he fiddled with the zipper of your pants. You stumbled on each other's arms across the floor until you were met with the plush feeling of the bedcovers on the back of your thighs.
You stepped out of your pants as they got loose around your waist and fell damply to the floor, allowing Harry to push you gently into the mattress. He quickly got rid of his own trousers, wasting no time before towering above you, connecting your mouths once again.
It was like no matter how close you were, it still wasn’t good enough to satisfy the craving you had. You still wanted more. Needed more.
He was fully licking into you, his hands gripping your tights as he rolled his hips to meet yours. You moaned in unison at the feeling of your arousals meeting deliciously as he repeated the movement once more before parting your mouths so he could spread kisses along your neck.
“Harry,” you breathed out his name, dragging your nails along his back as you moved your hips up eagerly.
He moved his head from your neck o hover above yours, licking his lips teasingly as he looked down at you with dark eyes. He moved one of his hands to caress your cheek lovingly, as the other found your breast, his thumb grazing over your nipple. “Can I have a taste, baby?” he leaned his forehead against your, not breaking eye contact, “just a fo’a bit, then you can have me.”
You nodded frantically, brushing your nose against his. He gave you one last peck on the lips before moving down again to lick down at your skin. He pressed open-mouthed kisses at your chest, sucking harshly between your breasts. His tongue moved along your belly, craving his finger into it playfully like you had done to him, making you squeal above him.
He finally settled down between your thighs, his hand gripping at them to keep it apart before moving teasingly slow to the hem of your underwear. Your breath got caught in your throat as you moved up to lean on your elbows, gazing at him, hyper-aware of his every move.
He looked up, grinning like a devil, before moving his face down to nose gently at your mound. Pulling away, he pressed his hands on your sides, sliding your underwear off your legs as you helped him, raising your hips slightly.
You whimpered as you felt him kiss along your inner thigh, meeting your middle as licked you once. Your hips raised impatiently, making him smirk at you again before completely diving in.
You got lost in the pleasure as he licked his tongue into you, letting yourself fall back in the cushions behind your head. Your hand moved to grip at his hair tightly as he sucked in your clit, making you yelp and call out his name. His mouth was warm as his saliva mixed with your own wetness every time he licked into you.
Feeling your arousal pooling on your folds, you desperately needed to feel him as close as possible. Wanting every inch of him against you.
You pushed him from you, grabbing at his shoulder so he could move up to face you again. He didn’t protest, spattering quick kisses along the way before pressing his mouth against yours. The taste of champagne still lingering on your tongue mixed with your own taste on his as he licked into your mouth.
“y’taste so good, baby,” he groaned, parting from you as he moved to remove his briefs. The limited amount of light illuminated his face beautifully, making you able to notice the glistening of your juices down his chin. You felt your core twitch at the scene above you, desperate to have him fill you up.
“Please,” you urged him, grabbing at his hips to pull him down.
“Can I have you, darlin’?” His voice was raspy, as he looks down at you with hooded eyes, “‘d you let me?”
Your arousal blurred your mind, your grip on his waist tightened as you raised your hips impatiently, nodding along to his question.
“Have to hear you say it, love,” he spoke, leaning down to place kisses along your neck, “just say it, and you’ll have me.”
“You can have me, please, I-” you moaned desperately, babbling words without thinking, “I need you, please.”
He raised his head from your shoulders, giving you a quick peck before reaching down to guide his length between your folds. Your belly tensed as he rubbed his head against your clit, holding back your breath as he finally slid in you.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he choked, pushing his hips all the way, allowing you to feel every inch of him fill you up. You breathed out a moan, reaching your hand on his back. “‘s this all fo’ me?”
You whined out a ‘yes’, rolling your hips as a way of urging him to move.
His movements began slow, his cock rubbing heavenly against your walls, making you clench around him. You both moaned and whimpered as your lips brushed.
“Can feel me deep?” He asked, resting his forehead against yours as he pushed his dick all the way in. You nodded, yearning for him to start moving again. “Can feel me in y’belly?”
“H, please,” you begged, gripping your nails on his shoulder blades.”Want you.”
“y’have me,” he kissed you hard before moving again, rolling his hips as he picked up the pace.
The air around you was hot as you threw your head back with the delicious feeling of him hitting the spot inside of you. He was addicting. The salty taste of his skin. The touch of his hands gripping on your sides. The smell of his cologne faintly mixed with sweat. The sound of his skin meeting yours. It made you earn for him in every possible way.
You felt your wetness dripping out of you as he pulled your leg up to your chest, allowing him to effectively hit deeper spots. The new position made a cramp start to creep up on your thight, but you ignored it to focus on the way his hips met yours.
Time seemed to pass like a blur as you pleasured each other, but soon enough you felt your orgasm building up. His thrusts became more frequent and smooth as he felt you clench more around him.
“that’s it, baby - fuck,” he grunted, moving his hand down to flicker your clit, causing to arch your back, moaning loudly. “Wanna feel you come for me.”
His cross necklace dangled over you as he watched you closely. You kept your gaze locked on his as you felt the feeling deep in your tummy take over your entire body. A moan got stuck in your throat as you opened your mouth to an ‘O’ shape, digging your nails further on his shoulders as you reached your high.
**
Getting home, you soon realized that throughout the week you had been so lost in your feelings with Harry that you didn’t even think of asking him for his phone number.
The month that followed passed by surprisingly quickly. During the first week you were swiftly thrown back again into your old reality of course essays and textbooks. You hadn’t heard a word from Harry, and the most frustrating part is that he seemed to have settled his place inside your thoughts. You tried asking about him to Nia once or twice again, but every time she seemed to come up with vague answers and change the subject, so you figured she had other things to worry about.
It was a disappointing end, to say the least. Even knowing from the start that being let down was the most possible outcome, it didn’t hurt any less. You often wondered if it had been something you’d done that made him pull away, or if he just wasn’t in it from the start.
By the second week you had gotten a job at a tiny local cafe you used to go after class to study and eat cinnamon rolls. That’s when time starting to rush by, as you found yourself busy through most of your day. Nia was working more than you’ve ever seen her. You two barely talked as she spent most of her time with Evan or inside her room editing. And as the week at the camp house got further away, it started to almost seem like you had imagined all of it.
Having a lot of distractions helped, but you never seemed to push the thought of a certain curly-haired boy completely away. Sometimes during a tedious lesson you would daydream about the feeling of his lips against yours. Or right before you fell asleep you would think about the taste of his skin, how strong his hand were gripping on your thighs. Maybe even at work. When there wasn’t a lot of movement, you could almost hear the sound of his voice.
It was aggravating, the effect he left on you. It got to a point where you got angry; sometimes at him but sometimes at yourself. He was the one who had gone after you, and yet he was the one who disappeared. But again, he didn’t really owe you anything, and that’s what’s frustrating. You were the one who allowed him; you knew from the start that you would get hurt but you still went for it, anyway.
As you got closer to the premiere night that was planned, you started to get anxious. You would catch yourself daydreaming more often, not being as focused as you were. You even started picking your nails again, which is a habit you thought you’d kick it a long time ago. But truth to be told, you were nervous.
The thought about seeing him again made your heart race. You wished that you could somehow find a way not to go. Maybe ask Nia if the two of you could have a private viewing. You had even thought about bribing her with making your mom’s brownie recipe. But you already knew the answer before you even suggested it. This was an important night for her, and you would be there to support it.
You were overthinking this. Was it going to be awkward when you met him? How would you even greet him? Would he kiss you? Would he ignore you? Should you ignore him? All the scenarios in your head made you want to throw up and run away.
**
When the two of you finally arrived, you were greeted by a cheerful Evan, who jokingly teased you for being late. As you got into his house, you found a bigger group than you expected. It seemed like you and Nia were the last ones to arrive, as there was around ten other people in there. Some of them you recognized from being Nia’s friends, others you had never seen, but none was the one you earned to see the most.
Evan guided you across the living room area, “I’ll show you the kitchen so you two can get some drinks,” He held up his glass as he spoke. Gesturing to the entrance of the room, “We’ll start everything in around ten minutes, so get ready.”
As you entered the kitchen behind Nia, you could feel her stiffen her posture a bit, before looking back at you. You frowned lightly at her, confused by her behaviour, gazing inside the room and finding immediately a pair of green eyes already watching you. It made you think back to the first time you were in this exact position, except in your own kitchen. This time, however, he was the one to approach you.
He looked really good, which did nothing to help the butterflies flying relentlessly in your stomach. He was in all black, a buttoned up shirt with a few buttons open, exposing a bit of the skin on his chest where a silver necklace laid upon. You swallowed dryly at the sight of his hand running swiftly through his hair, with a ring hugging each one of his fingers.
As he got close, he greeted Nia first, giving her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, before turning his attention back to you. He shot you a shy smile, before embracing you into a hug. You didn’t really know if it was your mind playing tricks but you felt him a bit hesitant as he greeted you and placed a kiss on your cheek. Pulling away, he cleared his throat, running his hand again through his hair, he almost seemed… nervous?
“‘S nice seeing you again,” he mumbled, “this uhm… ‘s my girlfriend, Jess.”
You could felt your heart drop with his words as you finally noticed a smiley girl coming to his side.
She wasn’t much taller than you, her red hair pulled back in a perfect ponytail. She matched him with a small black dress that annoyingly hugged her body in all the right ways. You could barely register her greeting you, as you tried your best to keep a straight face to hide the shock that took over your body. You felt a heaviness at the pit of your stomach, a feeling so distressful that made you want to scream as an attempt to make it go away.
You didn’t pay a lot of attention as Nia made a conversation with the girl, knowing that’s what she did best. You kept your gaze directed to Harry, your eyes asking a million questions - you didn’t even think you wanted to know the answers to. But he kept his eyes locked on the floor, eventually looking up at the girl in his arms as she seemed to mention him. But never meeting your own. Her hand was caressing his chest lovingly while his found their way on her waist, keeping her close.
“I think I’ll get something to drink,” you announced, realizing you might’ve interrupted the conversation as they stopped talking. You turned to Nia, “do you want something?”
She looked back at you with sorry eyes, “I should go with you,” she quickly turned back to the girl, “It was lovely meeting you, Jess.”
“Oh! Sure,” she smiled brightly at you two, her hand moving to rest on Harry’s chest, “we should go get our seats as well, right, babe?”
You left the scene as quickly as you could, not wanting to hear any more of it. Looking at all the drink options on top of the counter, you tried to think which one could get you drunk enough to stop feeling hurt over someone you spent just a week with, but still sober enough so that you could pretend everything was fine. Before you realized, Nia was standing next to you, getting two plastic pink cups before she stared at you with guilty-filled eyes.
“I should’ve just told you about it,” she sighed, “I didn’t want to make you sad, but looking back it was probably best if you already knew.”
You turned your head to look at her, “so you knew it all along?” You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt it close once again.
“Evan told me like a few days after we got back!” She rushed, “I don’t know if they were together while we were filming.”
You took a deep breath, knowing Nia was probably blaming herself for putting you into this situation. But you knew it wasn’t her fault, she would never purposely put you in this position if she knew about it before.
“You know what, it’s fine,” you tried your best to cover up the hurt and gave her a weak smile, “it’s not your fault Ni. It’s okay. I’m fine.”
She pulled you into a tight hug, “I’m sorry, bubba,” she said, “let’s get you something to drink so you can enjoy this party like the star you are!”
The two of you decided on the vodka mixed with watermelon juice, something you had never even thought of trying before but seemed to be ideal to handle the situation you found yourself in. You walked back to the living area, where people were already beginning to settle on the chairs.
Following Nia, you prompted yourself on a seat at the edge closest to the door, opposite to where Harry sat with the girl. His girl. You thought bitterly, taking a big sip from your cup and cringing at the strong taste.
There was a speech you didn’t pay much attention to before they started the film, only giving a slight smile when you realized the mention of your name.
Before you knew it, the lights were out and your face took over the screen.
It was harder than you thought it would be. Looking up at the scenes you had with Harry, knowing everything that happened behind the cameras. Knowing every touch and every kiss felt more than just playing a character. You knew the actual feeling of having him to yourself. But now staring at it right in front of you, it just left a sour taste in your mouth.
You finished your drink barely ten minutes into the film, the feeling of your chest aching starting to become overwhelming as you watched your shared kiss on the big screen. You could feel your throat close once more, your eyes watering a bit.
“I’m gonna get some air,” you whispered to Nia sitting next to you, who gave you a sympathetic smile as you got up. You glimpsed quickly to Harry who had his eyes trained on you, the girl next to him leaning to whisper something in his ear.
You could feel the tears falling down stubbornly as you left the room. Standing in the hallway, you made the decision to turn to the front door instead of the back, not wanting to face anyone with reddish eyes.
You left the house, picking your phone with shaky hands as you managed to call a ride home, sighing in relief as your screen told you it was just about three minutes away.
You heard the door open behind you as stood on the sidewalk hugging yourself to get some warmth on the chilly night. You tried your best to swallow back your tears as you turned around, expecting to find Nia looking at you with pitiful eyes.
To your surprise, the person standing there was Harry, looking like a deer caught in the headlights as he took in your tearful eyes. He spoke your name in a soft voice, causing you to look away.
“Don’t-” you interrupted, raising your hand at him, “I don’t wanna hear it.”
He frowned at you, not wanting to upset you more. “I’m sorry,” he hesitated, taking a step forward.
Your phone buzzed in your hand, as you watched your ride pulling in front of you. You looked back at him, “I’m sorry too,” you said before moving to enter the car.
You spared him one last glance through the window as the driver pulled away.
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Mkay so this is quite a long ask/chat
YES I THINK ITS SCARY 😭😭😭😭 THAT ANGST HURT ME, well not super hurt it just hurt me bc Kagami was my bias and we had to break up :"D okay then song association, it’s not a character-song one but some has some scenarios
Hmmm, I have one but its not KnB, it’s TokRev HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, so if you like angst + draken, listen to jealousy jealousy bc it’s canon, Draken does like Emma—was a Draken stan but who needs him when you have MITSUYA AND RINDOUUUU!! btw have u read the manga yet??
That Kagami Angst u wrote was def Wildest Dreams vibe or Motokare by Juliet OR Back To You by Selena Gomez OR (LAST ONE) The One That Got Way by Katy Perry (I was kidding—that wasn’t the last one) Plus “i’d Do it Again” is nice—CUZ I KNOW, I WOULD DO IT AGAIN BC ANYTHING TO BE WITH KAGAMII SHSIWJSISNS
I Feel Pretty/Unpretty for Aomine BC I HEADCANON WHEN U GO INTO A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU WOULD FEEL INSECURE bc of his magazines and etc. Another thing for Ahomine would be Heart of Stone, if you knew winx club—ehe-
Paparazzi and Perfect by 1D is for Kise, Idk how but it gives me Kise x Yn vibes
YaKnow Try Again? From Playful Kiss? That’s a song for Midorima and Yn with a personality like me bc He Gives me Baek Seung Jo Vibes, PLUS like Seung-Jo, Midorima was gonna become a doctor too
Perfect by Ed Sheeran is def something Akashi would learn to play in the Piano and sing for Yn
Everytime we Touch, Bad Boy and Hard Boy is def KnB bad boys vibes, namely, Imayoshi, Hanamiya and Hara
Unrelated but listen to Egoistic of Utapri if you want bc Takao’s VA is theree, the white haired guy, ranmaru to be specific, plus sometimes I’d like to imagine KnB as idols and they sing the songs of whatever anime boyband I happen to know or like other songs depends on my mood
Speaking of which, ur aware that KnB cast sung right? If not GO LISTEN TO VORPAL SWORDS DNSONDOSJSKND KAGAMI’S AND AOMINE’S RAP IS SO 😩🥵😍🤩—if u want a good laugh listen Go Go Touou and last but not the least Resignation is also nice—There’s more even Kasamatsu sings with Kise BUT I haven’t listened to all of it. Shield of Aegis and Indomitable (I think? It’s Shuutoku’s song) they ayt AND ALSO Rakuzan’s song, yes Mibuchi, Hayama, Nebuya, and Akashi sings IF I recall correctly.
Well that’s all!! I might add more if smth else crosses my minddd. Take careeee! and always stay safeee!!
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i love the ANALYSIS AND IN DEPTH-NESS. WOW.
first of all IM GLAD YOU LIKED THE ANGST! hopefully it was up to your expectations <3
second, all those music choices 😍 let me explain:
first!!! i did not read the tokyorev manga BUT I WANT TO!! honestly i’ve avoided tokyorev until now because idk i think i have a fear of being attached to a show bc i feel so empty when it ends. anyways, I REALLY REALLY LIKE MITSUYA
OMG. KATY PERRY’S the one that got away IS THE PERFECT SONG FOR THAT FIC. I AM SOBBING CRYING SCREAMING I WAS LITERALLY CRYING WHEN I WROTE IT
for aomine i’ve never heard of those songs! but i’ll listen to it when i get home (im answering you while im in school oops) i want to know where you’re coming from :))))
LOVE THE 1D CHOICES FOR KISE, i also think kiss you by 1D would be a perfect fit because i feel like it’s pure chaos and pure love
I LOVE PLAYFUL KISS I LOVE THIS IDEA
although im tired of perfect by ed sheeran i agree that it’s something akashi would play. i also think he’ll play songs like christmas tree by v…. BRO THAT SONG HNNNGGGG
BAD BOY VIBES ON POINT
WAIT I DID NOT KNOW ABOUT THAT SOMG I WILL LOSTEN TO VORPAL SWORDS ASAP. A RAP PART? SHJFJDI IM FREAKING OUT
stay safe always ty for this this got kinda long too <33
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FOREVER
Pairing: FFXV!NYX ULRIC x FEM!READER
Words: 2.331
Warnings: fluff, hurt-comfort
"Having a new girlfriend there?", Libertus teased what earned him a slap against his arm from Crowe.
"No, guys. That's Yn. She's ... She arrived here in Insomnia yesterday.", Yamachang introduced the small woman next to his side, "Please, be nice to her."
Yn felt nervous as the group of friends stared at her. Five pairs of eyes were looking expectant as if she had to tell a big story about herself. Just one pair of eyes was different. The eyes of the guy with the name Nyx made her speechless. It was their intensity that caught her attention. The handsomeness of the man kept her in his unspoken spell.
"Where do you come from, Yn?", Crowe asked softly as she saw how nervous the young woman seemed to be in front of a bunch of strangers.
Yn smiled softly, thankful to get distracted, "Galahd. I'm from Galahd."
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It didn't need much time til Yn was a big part of the group of friends. Pelna, Libertus, Crowe and Luche included her immediately. Making her feel welcomed. Nyx did the same with the difference that, within a very short time, Yn was far more for him than just a friend. She was home.
Whenever he saw her, Nyx' heart made a little jump because, in a bitter-sweet, beautiful way, she reminded him of what he had lost. It was as if she had taken everything from the island to store it inside of her. Piece by piece, she released parts of it. Her voice was like the wind in the trees. Her laugh was like the singing of the birds. Her smile was as bright as the endless sky. And her eyes were sparkling like the open sea on a fresh summer day.
Every day, after his shift with the Glaives, Nyx was eager to go to Yamachang's with the hope to meet Yn again. Just to be in her presence gave him comfort because her character was so light and easy to have around. And that was everything Nyx allowed to himself: to have her around him with the others because he was far away from being the right man for her.
Every evening, when the Glaives came, Yn looked out for Nyx and smiled shyly at him when he passed her. But one evening was different. The others were already there but Nyx was nowhere to be seen.
"Nyx comes a bit later.", Crowe said low, stepping next to Yn as she saw her searching glance, "He... He works at the gate watch at the moment."
"Oh, why?", Yn asked, frowning why he did this unusual job. Every refugee learnt quickly how the gate watch was thinking of outsiders.
"Well... as punishment. During our last fight at the wall, he ignored our Captain's orders. If he wouldn't have done that, some of us would be dead now.", Crowe explained before she went back to Pelna to ask him something.
Yn dwelled on what Crowe had told her and as Nyx showed up finally, her heart made a jump as her eyes landed on the hero.
"Nyx the gatekeeper. Tell me, how's the new post treat you.", Pelna asked even if he knew the answer already.
"The gate watch are real sweethearts. You would love it.", Nyx said sarcastically and brought Yn back to reality from her day dreaming.
"Yeah, everyone knows that they hate us outsiders.", Pelna said and thanked Yn with a smile as she gave him a new drink.
Yn turned over to Nyx and looked at him. She smiled beautifully as their eyes met. And he smiled back softly like always, taking the drink from her she offered him. But he did nothing more. It wouldn't be fair to drag her into his chaotic life. No matter how much he wanted someone next to him. To have someone just for himself. Who would care for him more than just as a friend. Someone who would be there for him. But he couldn't demand from Yn to live a life of pain and uncertainty just so he wouldn't be lonely. Even when she represented everything he was searching for.
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Then, one evening, a few days later, Yn waited til the night that Nyx would show up at Yamachang's but he stayed away. Pelna told her not to worry too much. Nyx was still working at the gate and maybe he had a rough day. But Yn worried because she liked the greyish haired Glaive so much. So, she asked Yamachang for a bunch of meat skewers, wrapped them and as the friends were gone, she made her way through the underground to reach his place.
It wasn't far away but with each step, Yn noticed how her hands became sweaty and she became nervous. It was the first time to visit him and as she knocked, Yn already considered what she was doing but then, there was no turning back as she heard footsteps behind the door.
As Nyx opened the door, he expected Libertus or Crowe. But the last he expected were the bright eyes and wide smile he loved to see so much, "Yn? What are you doing here?", Nyx asked surprised.
Yn, who was always a bit nervous around Nyx, gnawed on her lower lip, "Y-you weren't at Yamachang's tonight.", she said low, casting her eyes to the ground.
Nyx scratched the back of his neck. To stay away had been a hard decision but he noticed how he started to fall for the young woman, so he wanted to keep some distance from her, "Yeah... I... I wasn't in the best mood. I just wanted to be alone.", he lied and felt bad as he saw that she believed him.
Yn's eyes grew a bit bigger as she realized that she had done the wrong thing, "Oh... Oh... Uhm... I- I'm ... Okay, then I will leave you alone again. Sorry for bothering you.", she stammered and noticed her cheeks turning pink. Understanding that the idea had been stupid after all, Yn turned over to leave.
Nyx knew he should let her go, it would be the easiest way, but as he saw her sad, disappointed expression, he couldn't watch her walk away like this, "No! Please, wait. You're not bothering me. I was just surprised... I have just don't expect you here.", he said with a soft smile as he saw her stopping.
Yn looked down at the small package in her hand, "Yeah, about that... I brought you some food. I thought you might be hungry.", she said and looked carefully at him.
Nyx was taken aback about the fact that she cared so much about him, "That's so nice from you.", he said and watched amazed how a beautiful smile spread on her lips and before Nyx could stop himself he spoke again, bubbling out the question he had in mind, "You... Do you wanna come in?"
Yn was surprised about his invitation but she agreed. Happily, she watched how Nyx seemed to devour the food in one go as if he hadn't eaten in years. Nyx had placed Yn into his comfortable arm chair, the only neat place he could find for her before he sat on his bed to eat.
While letting him eat, Yn looked through the room. Her eyes landed on the pictures of his family and felt sadness for his loss. She knew how he felt, being in the same position as him as she had come to Insomnia. She also had lost her family, her home and was alone. Yn was thankful for Yamachang and that he had introduced her to his friends. But as she watched Nyx, the feeling of being more than just friends with him increased even more.
So, as it became late and she was about to leave Nyx' place to go home, Yn took all her courage to try her luck, "Nyx, I... I- I like you.", she said softly, stopping at the door where Nyx wanted to say goodnight.
"I like you, too.", Nyx said casually, not thinking about what she really meant.
Once again, Yn became nervous as she looked up at him, "N-no, I-I- I mean I like you.", she said more meaningfully.
"But, I.... Oh...", Nyx breathed as he realized. She had said what he wanted to hear and yet, it was the last thing he should hear from her considering the fact that he didn't see himself as worthy of her.
"Yeah...", Yn said low and looked away from his intense glance.
There were the things Nyx wanted to say desperately and then, there were the things he should say, "Yn...", he sighed, annoyed more about himself, "You shouldn't like me that way.", he said low.
Yn looked up, "Why not?", she asked impulsively before she realized what Nyx meant, "Oh, I see... You don't feel the same. I... Uhm... Okay.", she said crestfallen and just wanted to leave, getting away from Nyx and his handsome face.
As Nyx saw her like this, his heart dropped and even if it would be the best to let her go, he couldn't do it like this, "Yn, wait. It's not because of you.", he said softly.
"Sure. What a cliché.", Yn said low, not looking at him.
Nyx took a breath, "No, just wait. Yn, you're wonderful, beautiful, lovely... you're gorgeous but ... I'm a Glaive. This life is nothing you would deserve. Not after everything you went through. Nothing would be certain with me. You would fear for my life whenever I wear this uniform. You would have sleepless nights because you don't know if I'm still alive or not during a battle. We would fight often because you ask me to quit the job and I would say no. I would feel bad for making you sad because I couldn't change it. And even if no one else sees it, I'm broken. I have nightmares and flashbacks at random times. Why would you want to deal with a guy like me?"
"Because I think you're worth it.", Yn said, seeing that her words hit the man in front of her.
Insecurity was written in Nyx' eyes but there was also hope. Hope that she really meant what she just said.
Yn stepped forward by the sight of his emotion-filled eyes, "I can't heal your wounds and I can't stop your nightmares but I can comfort you. I can be there for you when you need someone to cling to. I could be there for you when you need someone to bring you back from your flashbacks. Of course, I would worry for you when you're out there because I want you to come back into my arms. I would try to get you away from the Glaives even if I know I would never be successful. And that's okay. That's how you are. But I wouldn't stop trying. I wouldn't stop fighting. You know why I would do all this? Because I don't see any flaws in you. For me, you're the nicest, most handsome and most perfect guy I have ever seen. Your eyes are the bluest and wildest, matching the deepest ocean. When you talk, I could listen to you for hours. Your lips are the ones I'm craving for to taste, at least just once. I would admire every single scar on your body because they're the signs of your endless strength, devotion and determination. You might not see yourself as perfect. But you don't have to. Because I see you like this.", she stopped her speech with a pounding heart. While still looking into his eyes, she gnawed on her lower lip before she added, "Let me love you, Nyx. You don't have to be alone. Let me in your life and I promise I will try to make it easier for you.", she whispered and waited for his reaction. She had said everything on her mind. Everything she always thought when she saw him. Now, it was his turn to react.
A single tear slipped from Nyx' eyes and rolled along his cheek. Yn raised her hand slowly to brush it away with her thumb. Just this small touch kindled a roaring fire inside of him. Still overwhelmed that someone thought about him like this, he stepped forward, cupping her face softly in fear she could break under his hands before he connected their lips for a desperate kiss.
Yn's fingers found their way into his shirt to get hold as Nyx' reaction took her by surprise. The hero kissed her with such a force that her breath hitched in her throat but she didn't even care. The only thing she wanted was to have the man even closer. Slowly, she stroked from his chest down to his hips and over them to his back to slip her hands underneath the fabric of his shirt to feel his skin.
As Nyx felt Yn's nails digging softly into his skin, he backed away for some air. Panting, he leant his forehead against hers with closed eyes while his heart was racing in his chest, "Can you stay? Forever?", he whispered shakily.
"Actually, my plan was to bring you food so you wouldn't be starving but yeah, I think I can manage to stay forever as well.", she whispered and was happy to hear a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
"I was already starving and then you came along, making me happy just with your being.", Nyx whispered, looking her into the eyes, "And now, you turn into the reason why I always want to come back home. Obviously, now, I have to be a bit more cautious.", he whispered before he embraced her, burying his nose into the crook of Yn's neck to inhale her scent and to bring her even closer.
Bursting with joy, Yn flung her arms around the hero's chest, snuggling against him with the promise to never let him go.
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Wildest Dreams
T.S. x Jolex Week 2021 hosted by @thejolexgroupchat
Chapter One of One
Words: 6900
Summary: Jo wasn’t sure how she found herself standing on the balcony in Alex's hotel room, staring at the sunset, at Maggie's wedding, looking down at her daughter in Meredith’s arms. As she turns around to face the man who left her a year ago and if she only saw him again in her wildest dreams at least, she'll have one last night with him.
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.
Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.
Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Meredith Grey, Luna Ashton, Luna Wilson.
Rating: Mature Audiences.
Additional Tags: Fluff, Hotel Sax, Wedding Sex, Hand Jobs, Fingering, Sex, Dreams, Reconciliation, Affairs, Cheating, Soft Sex.
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AN: I do not own any of Taylor Swift’s music.
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Jo was dancing with her daughter when she saw him. In the middle of the wonderful fairy tale wedding that Maggie had, Jo tried to keep a smile on her face as she spoke to the happy couple with Luna in her arms. Yet, she couldn't help but remember her own wedding. The way that Zola threw flowers at her wedding or the way the light sparkled off the water of the sound at her wedding, or when Alex said his vows to hers at her wedding. Then she saw him.
Alex was sitting next to Meredith, and he looked good in his dark suit with his blue checkered tie. If she didn't know better, she would have thought that it was the same one he had worn at their wedding, but that one was buried in a box in the back of her closet along with her wedding dress.
He caught her staring because, of course, he did. He had always been able to feel her eyes on him. She looked over at him and froze. He just stared at her with his lips parted as he just stared at her. He didn't look happy or sad to see her, he just stared at her.
Jo took in a quick breath as she turned away and focused on Luna. Her perfect little girl who looked so beautiful in her dress. It was their first real event together, and the first time Jo put Lina in a fancy dress, and from the second she did, she was determined to savor the moment because of how adorable Luna was.
She avoided Alex for the rest of the ceremony and the reception. However, she was watching Scout anyway, so Link could propose. Although she had already warned him that it would be disastrous, she thought that maybe Amelia would say yes, and she hoped she did.
Yet, Jo couldn’t stop staring at him. She looked up to where Alex was standing across the tent at the bar, his head was a downcast, and his hands were in his pocket as he glanced up at her. Meredith came over and blocked her view of him as she sat next to her. She talked to Scout and cooed at Luna, talking about how cute she looked in her dress as they made small talk for a moment.
Jo glanced back at Alex and Meredith caught her staring. “I could take Luna and Scout for a little while if you want to talk to him?”
Jo knew that she shouldn't, she just got Luna home, and she felt like any new mom in that she was reluctant to let go of her baby. She’d so little time with Luna so far, but somehow she found herself kissing Luna’s head and passing her over to Meredith, letting her sticky fingers slip out of Jo's hand. Scout waved to her as she got up, and she smiled as she waved goodbye to them too.
She took a deep breath as she walked over to him and their eyes locked. As she crossed the party, the crowd parted for her as if by divine intervention until she was standing in front of him. For the first time in over a year, he was close enough to touch. He looked so much the same and yet so different. He had more gray hairs, and his wrinkles were deeper, but he had those same brown eyes that she loved, and he was her Alex, hers, but not anymore.
She had a million things to say to him, questions she wanted answered, anger she needed to express, heartbreak and tears, but somehow she let him speak first.
“Let's get out of here?” Alex said as he held out his hand for her to take.
She acknowledged him with a single nod as she took his hand and let him whisk her away. Jo thought that heaven couldn’t help her now and that this couldn’t last forever, but in this moment, as they walked into the hotel, it was just them. This was going to ruin her, she knew it, but she would still let it happen. Because if that was all she got of him for the rest of her life, she would take it.
He said, "Let's get out of this town, drive out of the city, away from the crowds." I thought heaven can’t help me now. Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down.
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They went up to his room and Jo let go of his hand as she went over the balcony. She opened up the door and put her hands on the railing as she stared down at the wedding party. She could handle music from all the way up there, and she caught sight of Meredith with Luna as they swayed and danced to the music. Her sweet little girl smiled as she waved her arms in excitement as they danced.
She turned back to Alex. He looked so handsome in his suit, standing so tall before her despite how he seemed to shrink in her presence. He stood there, his hands in his pockets and his head tilted down. As she stared at him, it was then that her body took over her desire. She longed for him, for his touch, his kiss, his hands on her body. She could see how this would end before they even started, but she knew that this was what she wanted.
Jo came back to the moment as she just looked at him. She wanted to ask all of the questions that had been on her tongue from the moment he left. Why did he leave? Why was he back? Why did he tell her in a letter? Why did he lie to her? Why did he betray her? Why did he leave her? Why did he leave without her?
But she decided that she didn't care about his excuses for the reasons why he left. She didn't think that there was anything more that he could say to her, that he didn't already say in the letter. However, there was one question that she wanted answered.
So she asked. “Was it worth it? Why was leaving me to be a father to your kids in Kansas worth it?”
She could see the pain across his face as he looked down at his hand. He twisted his fingers over the empty space where his wedding ring used to rest on his finger. The weight of the metal was gone from his hands, but he clearly missed it. Jo looked at him, and she knew that he regretted it. As the tears swelled up in both of their eyes and she could tell that he wasn’t as happy as she was. Ever since she decided to be Luna's mom, she understood more so than before why Alex left, but she also understood that he didn't have to leave.
He looked up at her again, her body cast in the shadow as the sunlight streamed in behind her, yet he still looked up at her, clear as day. “Leaving you with the worst mistake of my life. I've been miserable ever since, and every second of the day, I miss you.”
As she looked at him as the word slipped out of her. “I miss you too.”
The music from the party changed to something soft and bittersweet. Jo turned and looked back at the party. Standing there, in the hotel room, he was close enough for her to touch, yet they were so far apart.
“I should get going,” Alex said, standing up and shuffling as he put his hand in his pockets again. “I just came for Maggie's wedding to see her, and Meredith, and the kids, and stuff, and my flight leaves early tomorrow. I'm just here for the night.”
“We just have tonight?”
“Yep, just tonight.”
Jo bit her lips as she considered doing something she knew she shouldn't do, but she wanted him again, if only for the night.
Jo looked down at the wedding again and spotted Luna in the crowd with Meredith. She could hear his footsteps come up behind her. She felt him press up against her back and felt his breath, hot in her ear.
“You look like a dream,” Alex whispered, his lips brushing up against her ear.
“I want you to remember me like this, here in this moment, just the two of us together,” Jo said as she looked out at the sun setting on the water.
“I will, Jo. I’ll always remember you like this. Standing here in this dress, your red lipstick, and your rosy cheeks, you've never looked more beautiful, even in my wildest dreams.”
“Do you still dream of me?” Jo asked, thinking of all of the dreams she had of him. The most recurring one was of him knocking on her door and walking back into her life again.
“I only dream of you,” Alex said as he put his hand around her waist and pulled her into him.
My one condition is, say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your Wildest Dreams.
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She could feel him up against her, so familiar and yet so foreign because it was something he had done a million times, but not in the past year. She loved his hands on her waist, his chest against her back, and his head on her shoulder, but she wanted more of him.
She turned around and looked into his brown eyes, forgetting for a moment that this was a bad idea. It wouldn't change anything, but if she could have him, then that could be enough. It was her last request in this world just to have him again, if only for tonight. Her eyes trail down to his lips as her fingers trail up his white pressed shirt. Somehow it was still wrinkled, just like all of his white shirts always were. Her fingers went to his tie as she pulled at it, pulling them closer. She didn't kiss him just yet, as her hand went up to his shoulder, and she pushed his jacket off.
He caught on pretty quickly as his hand went up to her waist to the edge of her strapless gown. His fingers found the zipper at the side of her dress before his eyes caught hers.
“Jo?” Alex asked, his voice soft and sweet, and her name was familiar on his tongue, but the question lingered on his lips still unasked.
“I want you,” Jo said, making her intentions clear as her fingers went to the buttons on his dress shirt, delicately undoing each one.
“I'm with Izzie. We’re married,” Alex said, looking down and away from her.
“I don't fucken care,” Jo said, and she didn't. The knowledge that they were married hurt, but not as bad as her letter had, besides Alex was here alone with no ring on his finger, his hands were on her skin, and she could tell that he wanted her. “No one has to know what we do tonight.”
Jo never thought of herself as one to have an affair, to cheat with a married man, but here she was, and she doesn't care. Alex and Izzie cheated on her, before he even served her with divorce papers, before she knew anything was amiss, he was in her bed. Jo didn't care that she was stealing him back.
She finally kissed him. They melted together, and his lips felt so familiar. His lips felt so familiar, and they fit perfectly against hers. She tore off his shirt and moved to push him back to the bed, but Alex paused. His fingers dug at the zipper of her dress as he pulled it down. Jo didn't bother to hold it against her body. Instead, she just let the dress fall into a pile on the floor as she stepped out of it.
She stood there, half-naked before him, in only her heels and white cotton panties. Her panties had a small hole in the front of them because she was too busy getting Luna ready this morning to bother with anything fancy. Yet, Alex still looked at her like she took his breath away. He inhaled and took a step back, his hands leaving her waist. The back of his knees found the bed, and he fell back to sit on the bed. Alex just stared at her, giving her a look of red hot lust that felt hotter than the sun on her back that streamed in through the open balcony doors.
Jo couldn't help but smirk as she knew she looked like a vision standing before him. She carefully made her way over to him, taking her time as she enjoyed the look on his face. His hands reached out to hold her waist again, and his thumb hooks into the hem of her panties like he always did before he dragged them down her thighs.
His thick and nimble fingers trailed up her thighs again and brushed over the lips of her vulva between her legs as he teases her with his fingers. Jo spread her legs apart, and his fingers went in between her folds, feeling how dripping wet she was. The moment he touched her clit, she moaned for him. With his fingers on her clit, she couldn’t help but cry out because no one touched her like Alex did.
He seemed content to relearn her body as his fingers trailed over her labia and moved in circles around the entrance to her vagina. Before he moved up and circled around her clit. Her hips moved with his fingers, and she hated that she was this desperate for his touch. She thought she should make him work for her body, but she just wanted him so badly.
Alex's fingers continued to tease her folds, never truly entering her or focusing on her clit as Jo let out a moan. He moved forward to kiss her belly, his lips gently nipped at her skin, and his eyes glanced up at her. It was so automatic, the way that her hands went and tangled in his hair. His spare hand held onto her waist and he pulled her down to sit in his lap. Once they were face to face and he pulled her in for a kiss as Jo's hips rocked against his fingers.
He still teased her folds, and his fingers brushed over her skin, collecting her wetness and teasing her clit and just dipping into her. Jo let out a frustrated groan and rubbed against his fingers. It wasn’t fair that he got to tease her. Finally, she reached between them and grabbed his wrist as she forced him where she wanted him. Alex smirked and let out a chuckle before he picked her up as her eyes flew open.
She expected him to be a little rough with her in the way they sometimes were when they were teasing each other, but instead, he gently held her and made sure she was secure before he turned around and laid her down on the bed. Alex moved back to stand before her at the end of the bed as Jo laid there and stared up at him. Now she was the one who stared at him as he was a vision before her as the sun glittered around his shadow. He made quick work of getting out of his suit. When he finally pulled down his boxers, Jo’s lips parted for a second as she stared at him.
Alex's body had always been something she had lusted over, but his body had changed in the past couple of years. To be fair, so had her body. They both held a little more weight, and he carried his in his abdomen, but she didn't care about his beer belly. She still looked as strong and as handsome as the day that she first met him. She could see the hair on his chest, and she wanted to tango her fingers in it. The muscles in his arms that he had so he could let the kids he worked with hang off his arms, and at night he held her safe in his arms. His long leg lifted her up and carried her to bed when she fell asleep on the car ride home. But most of all, she loved his handsome face, the little wrinkle around his cheeks, his eyes that lit up just for her, and his lips that did wonderful nasty things to her.
Then there's his cock, long and thick like his fingers and oh god, did she remember taking him for the first time and how full she felt. She remembered the way his hips danced against her, causing her to cry out and enter a world of pure pleasure she didn't know was possible. The day she finally let him take her to bed, she understood why all the women of the hospital were obsessed with him because his talents were unmatched. Back then, he was hers and hers alone. He had been hers ever since that day, and she wanted to claim him once again.
Jo sat up and reached out to him, putting a hand on his hips as she pulled him forward, and he stepped up to her. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and could tell the way his breath quickened as his heartbeat. She smiled, knowing that she could still get that reaction out of him again before she looked down at her target. His cock stood at attention, pointing out at her, and Jo reached out to grab his hips and hold him steady. As she reached out, Jo leaned forward to take his cock in her hands. She wrapped her fingers around him, giving him a little tug before she continued to trail her fingers around him.
Alex instantly melted like putty in her hands as he closed his eyes and let out a moan. She teased him, just like he teased her, with short strokes up and down his cock, pausing just a moment to run her thumb over his head before she moved her hand back down, never fully taking him. Then her hands became more determined and she wrapped her hand around him and pumped him into her hands. His hand moved to her, held her head, and tangled in her hair as he pulled her forward, so the head of his cock brushed against her breasts. She loved the way that he reacted to her, so needy and desperate as he became a morning mess. Jo smiled as she continued to tease him more. She held the head of his cock against her breast and rubbed his precum over her nipples as he groaned.
As much as she knew he enjoyed this handjob, she wanted him inside of her. She wanted him to make love to her like they were still married, like he was still hers, she wanted to claim his body, his mind, his soul as hers. Alex caught on to her train of thought, always so in sync with her body, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. Jo laid down on the bed and instantly pulled her knees open and spread her legs wide as he crawled in between her.
He hesitated for a moment as he looked down and her spread open before him. His eyes meet her for a moment as they get lost just for a second. Jo reached up and brushed her fingers along his cheek before tangling in the hairs at the back of his neck as she pulled him down into a kiss. Alex relaxed then kissed her like he used to before putting his hand on her body to hold her close as his other hand held his cock at her opening. Finally, he pushed into her, it was slow and sweet, and the second he was fully inside of her, Jo squeezed her walls around him, holding him in.
They both took a moment to appreciate the feeling of being one again. Alex pulled back his lips, leaving hers as his eyes fluttered open, and he stared at her. Jo gazed into his Honey brown eyes, her lips partying. Here he was, with his cock inside of her again, his body on top of her, and his eyes staring into hers. Alex held himself up with one arm as he wrapped one arm around her, pulling her into his body as she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as close to her as possible. She wanted to hold him in her arms forever.
After a moment, he pulled out of her, all the way until the head of his cock was teasing her clit again. She didn't want to beg or cry out for him, but if he didn't start moving soon, she was going to roll over and take him for herself. Finally, he gave her a slow and long thrust as he moved in and out of her. His stamina seemed to be wearing thin as he picked up speed like he always did when he made love to her. As he pulled back and looked at her, she could tell that he wanted to fuck her as badly as she wanted him to.
Alex looked down at her with that stupid look before he started pounding into her. Jo threw her head back and let out a whine. She could hear how his lips clicked as he smirked. Not to be outdone, she moved her hips up to meet him as they slammed into each other. His smirk disappeared as he got lost in the pleasure just as much as she did as he finally fucked her. They both got lost in the pleasure as Alex had always been a man of many talents and his sexual abilities always left her breathless. He went fast and hard, and she was crying out around him as she chased her high. Alex kept moving faster and going harder, he didn’t slow down, and he didn’t let up as he fucked her harder. He had fucked her like this before, on days when they had fun. She used to tease him, and he would slam into her until she saw stars and came around him. Hard and fast and fun. Though this wasn't what she wanted, she wanted to hold him and have him lay with her like he used to. She wanted the intimacy of holding him in her arms and kissing him as she made him hers again. She didn't want him to just fuck her, she wanted him to make love to her.
“Slow down,” Jo breathed out as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked into his eyes as he stared at her again. “Make love to me, make love to me like we're still married, like you’re still mine, and I'm still yours. Love me, Alex, just for tonight.”
He did as she asked, slowing down to a pleasurable pace for both of them. She held his head and tangled her hands in his hair as he leaned down and kissed her like he used to do.
“I do love you, Jo,” Alex said as he leaned down and kissed her before he trailed his lips across her cheek and down her neck. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Each kiss was said with soft lips on her skin as his love filled her up again. His kisses were so familiar and his lips had been on hers a thousand times. Jo would never get used to the feeling of getting lost in him as he kissed his way down her neck, soft and gentle, claiming her in a way she only let him do. She looked at him again. Alex's head was on her chest as he kissed over her heart. He still moved inside her, but it was more of a roll of his hips. Jo trailed her hand down his back and across the familiar plane of his back. She moved her hand over his chest moving up and pushing him back just a little so she could stare at him. Those familiar blissed out honey golden eyes greeted her with his lips parted as his hips moved, and she let out a moan. Looking into his eyes again, she knew he was his, and she knew that he loved her.
She wasn’t surprised that they both didn’t last very long. They never did when they made love to each other like this. His body was as familiar to her as her own, and she could tell that he was close by the way his hips become a little less intent and more erotic and the way he closed his eyes. His breath was high as it caught in his throat. She moved her hips up to meet him, and he reached between their bodies as his fingers fumbled with her clit for a second before two fingers dance circles around the swollen bud in a familiar way. It was exactly how she liked it as she took in a breath that caught in her throat.
They were both so close, and she squeezed her legs against his hips and rolled her hips against his fingers for an extra bit of friction. Jo was never one to be quiet, and her moans turned into high-pitched whines as she cried out his name. They were both so lost in their own pleasure, but not enough to forget the other person as he opened his eyes and stared at her. This time instead of a smark, he smiled just a little bit. It was a happy and love filled smile. She couldn't help but smile back at him as he leaned down and kissed her just as he pushed her over the edge, and she came with a cry against his lips.
She nearly screamed and cried out as she came. Her toes curled, and she withered underneath him, her back arched as she pushed her chest against him as the pleasure overtook her body. She let out a cry of his name as his lips danced all over her cheek, and he whispers her name against her skin. She was overcome with pleasure and clawed at his back as her pussy fluttered around his cock. Alex pulled his arm around her shoulder and let her bury her face in his shoulder like he knew she liked to do after she came. He sat up and pulled her body into his as she came. He still thrust inside of her, and she tried to remember to bouch in his lap as she wanted him to come to.
She knew the moment he came as his hips picked up speed just for a few minutes before he buried himself instead of her as his thighs shook. He cried out her name in her ear and wrapped her arms around him, and held him close. His hips became erratic as he came before he buried himself inside of her and held her as close as he could, resting his forehead on her shoulder. They both became too heavy, and Jo fell back against the bed, pulling Alex with her. As they came down from there high, her legs fell apart, one stretching out onto the bed, and he rested his hand on her chest.
Jo took in a breath, slowly letting it out as she opened her and was greeted with the sight of the dark curls of his hair. She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, twirling astray and as she massaged his scalp. He pulled back from where he had buried his face in her breasts. His eyes were soft as he smiled, and she smiled too, happy and in love with him. He kissed her again before he rolled them over, so she was the one on top. His cock never left her cunt, and she could still feel him twitch as he still filled her up with his cum.
Jo laid her head on his chest, and he ran his fingers through her hair, pulling it out and away from her back as he ran his hand up and down her spine. They just laid there together, and he let out a breath as she looked up to see his eyes were closed. His short eyelashes fluttered against his cheek. She missed this too. Both of them in the afterglow completely wrapped around each other. His cock was still buried inside of her, and his arms around her waist as he held her close. She felt so wanted and loved in moments like this, but more so because of the man who held her.
Alex was the one man who truly loved her. In his arms, she took safety and he protected her against the harsh world. She closed her eyes, wishing she could fall asleep in his arms just one last time. From a moment she did, from the moment they relaxed around each other. She played with his chest hair massaging her fingers into his chest and giving it gentle tugs. His fingers running up and down her spine up and down, up and down, and his lips found the top of her head as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She remembered the days when he pulled her back into bed as her alarm went off, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into his embrace. She remembered how she melted against him, never wanting to leave his warm embrace where she was safe and loved. She would give anything to go back to that, but as she opened her eyes, she realized that she truly wouldn't want to go back in time. Doing so would mean giving up the best part of her life, her daughter, Luna, and Jo could never give her up.
What she truly wanted was to have both of them. Alex and Luna. Maybe if he had chosen to stay with her, maybe if this wasn’t just an affair, she could have them both. For a moment, Jo closed her eyes. She let out a sigh as she let herself be comforted by his arms around her. She imagined the life where Alex had never left her, where they had adopted Luna together. Instead of having an affair, they had sat together at Maggie's wedding and danced together at the reception, and Meredith had offered to take Luna for the night to give them a night alone. The two of them had gone up to their hotel room together and made love to each other because they were in love, maybe because they were trying for another baby so that Luna could have a sibling. Maybe she would already be pregnant, as they had planned to have a baby once he got back. But he never came back, and this wasn't her hotel room, Luna wasn't his daughter, and Jo wasn't his wife.
A few minutes Jo would get up and collect her things. Alex would help her zip up the side of her dress, and she would redo his tie, so it was perfectly straight. They would go back to the party, and his hand would leave her waist. Jo would find Meredith and hold her daughter close and dance with her instead. Their eyes would still meet across the party, but then they would look away because every good thing ends. But for now, she listened to Alex's heartbeat under her ear, and she felt his breath on the top of her head as his lips kissed her again and his fingers trail down her spine. She pressed herself against him and ran her hands across his chest, just a little longer. She kissed him again because she could. For now, in this moment, Alex was hers, and if all she ever had was this. If all she had was him in this bed tonight, then she was going to savor it because soon all she would have was him in her wildest dreams. She always saw him again in her dreams.
I said, "No one has to know what we do." His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever, but this is getting good now. He's so tall and handsome as hell. He's so bad, but he does it so well. And when we've had our very last kiss. My last request is, say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your Wildest Dreams.
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Alex settled into the window seat of the airplane on his way back to Kansas. He glanced out the window to get one last look at Seattle, but all he could think about was the vision of Jo tangled up in sheets in the bed next to him. He remembered it so vividly and he clung to those memories. The feel of the soft cotton sheets around them. The soft feel of her body, still sticky with sweat, as he ran his fingers over every inch of her. The feel of her hair through his fingers, long and beautiful and as dark as he remembered. Her eyes, the way her brown eyes sparkled with happiness. Her smile, the one she gave him, was so genuine and soft as if none of the hurt and pain exited between them.
However, most of all, he remembered her standing at the balcony. Her dark silhouette against the setting sun in her beautiful dress. He remembered the way her cheeks flushed to match her red lipstick. She was a vision of beauty that he always knew her to be. He always said that if he had one last night with her, he would take the time and worship her, and he did.
The flight attendants made the announcement over the speakers, and he checked his seat belt before they took off and left Seattle. Back to Kansas and his wonderful kids, but the boring life that he had when they weren't around, but this was the life that he chose, he chose to burn it all down with Jo. To be left with only fond memories that followed him around like ghosts.
He would hold onto the memories the sound of her laughter, the feel of her in his arms, the sight of her naked body standing before him, the way her smile lit up his whole world, she made him the happiest he had ever been, and now that she was gone all the sunshine that she brought to his love had ended too. Of course, he loved his kids, and they brought a light into his life, but they weren’t his other half, Jo was.
Alex sighed as he accepted his fate. This was the life he had chosen. He reached into his bag and pulled out his wedding ring from the pocket where he had stored it on the flight out to Seattle. He didn't want anybody to know that he and Izzie got remarried. He was still so deeply ashamed of what he had done by leaving Jo, and he didn't want to hurt her further by shoving the ring in her face. No one, not even Meredith, knew they were married again, and he figured he would keep it that way for a little while longer.
Izzy had only gotten married a few months before, in a civil ceremony. He did it to prove that he was all in with her and the kids, but also for practicality’s sake. It was easier legally for him to be with the kids, although he was on their birth certificates, he hadn't been in their lives until now. It was easier for the courts to see that he intended to be in their lives now and forever if he made that commitment to their mother. Their marriage was one of convenience and duty, but they tried to love each other. Izzie tried more than he did, but he did it so that his kids could have a happy family.
He settled the ring on his finger. The band was engraved with Izzie, Alexis, and Eli's names as they were his family now. The golden band was heavier than the light silver ring that Jo had given him when they got married. Alex missed how easy it was to be married to Jo when every day it was a heavy responsibility to be married to Izzie. Yet, it was a responsibility he took on when he left to be with his kids. Alex took one last look out the window and watched Seattle get smaller and smaller underneath him before the city disappeared in the clouds.
You'll see me in hindsight tangled up with you all night, burnin' it down. Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around.
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Jo sat on the floor of the bathroom as Luna crawled around her, grabbing the bathtub toys she had pulled out and scattered around the floor. Jo was envious of her childlike innocence and ignorance, she was completely oblivious to the turmoil her mother was going through, but that was the way it should be.
Jo thought about the night she spent with Alex at Maggie's wedding. She remembered the way the sheets tangled around his body like they always did when they had sex in the sheets. She remembered that way her fingers trailed over his body, so familiar and comforting to her as she remembered him and relearned his body.
She remembered the way he slept so peacefully as she slipped out of bed. She hated to leave him like that, slipping out of his arms as he slept next to her. She hated that she couldn't get to sleep next to him for one last night, but she couldn't leave her daughter. Despite how Meredith texted and assured her that she could take Luna for the night and that she would be fine, Jo couldn't bear to spend the night without her.
She remembered the way she leaned down to kiss him one last time, and he woke up and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back in. He was trying to keep her, but he was the one who left, and she wasn't his to keep. She remembered that last goodbye as she slipped out of the room, sparing him one last glance as he sat up in the bed and stared at her. Unlike the pain and sadness that had been between them for so long, she smiled as she left, and so did he as he watched her go. For both of them, it was a cherished memory.
Even though she knew the memories of Alex followed her around. His voice in her head, as she made a bottle for Luna just the way he taught her how to do it on the Ped’s floor. His old Iowa Hawkeye t-shirt that was her favorite comfy outfit, although his scent had long since faded from the fabric. The couch that was theirs, that still held all the memories of him and the nights they spent on the couch.
The memory that haunted her was the smile that he gave her as she closed the door to his hotel room. It lingered in her mind, accompanied by his voice as he had jokingly asked if he would see her again? She said that he would see her in his wildest dreams. Jo always saw Alex in her dreams, but now she knew she would see him again.
She knew that before she started throwing up in the morning, she knew that before she missed her period. She knew that before the timer on her phone went off and before the pregnancy test turned positive. She knew she would see Alex again, and now that she was carrying his baby, she would have to see him again.
Despite everything, she couldn't help but smile because this baby was someone of their wildest dreams. Alex had always wanted a baby with her, and before he left, she had wanted a baby with him. It had been something they dreamed of together, and now, despite everything, somehow, it had become a reality. She was pregnant with Alex's baby.
Jo reached out to Luna as she stood up against the edge of the tub and made little raspberry noises as she played with her ducky. She picked her up and smiled as she squealed in delight and set her on her lap, leaning in to kiss her and blow raspberries against her cheek as Luna's wonderful laughter filled the room.
“Hey Luna, do you want to be a big sister?” Jo asked, looking into the blue eyes of her little girl.
“Sissy,” Luna babbled, Jo wasn't sure what kind of response she expected from her one-year-old, but Luna looked up at her and giggled, reaching out to place our hand on Jo’s cheeks.
“That's right, you're going to be a sister,” Jo said as Luna's blue eyes met her own. “There's a baby in Mama's belly. What do you think about that?”
“Baba,” Luna bobbled using the words she used for her little baby doll.
“Yeah, a baby,” Jo said with a nod as she smiled. “You are going to be a good big sister, aren't you, my Little Moon? Let's just hope that your baby’s other siblings are good to them too.”
Jo put her arm around Luna and held her close as she put another hand over her belly, she wasn't showing yet, but she was pregnant. Despite how she had no idea how they were going to work it out, she knew they would because of the love they still held for each other. She always knew that she would see Alex again, but never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that it would lead to this.
You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burnin' it down. Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories follow you around. Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe. Red lips and rosy cheeks, say you'll see me again, even if it's just in your wildest dreams.
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AN: Surprise! I couldn't resist adding a baby.
#jo wilson#alex karev#grey's anatomy#jolex#TSJolexWeek21#otp: home and heart#grey's anatomy fanfic#my work#my writing#my fanfiction#my photos#my edits
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And The World Keeps Spinning [3/3]
It’s finally here! Part 3 of the fic I started a year ago for the @xfilesfanficexchange! You can find part 1 here and part 2 here, or read the whole thing on AO3! Tagging @today-in-fic Happy Valentine’s, everyone!
I think I’m dreaming. That or I’m dead, and I’ve somehow been granted access to heaven. Or it’s possible that I’m still trapped in an underground fungus and this is all a hallucination I’m being fed as it digests me.
Or maybe, just maybe, this is actually happening.
Maybe Scully is in my arms, still straddling my lap, and breathing heavily in my ear.
She’s resting her head on my shoulder and has one hand on my neck- the other lies limp between us, resting just next to mine. Mine, which was up until a few moments ago inside of her.
Jesus. I’ve been inside of Scully.
She stirs against me, her hand on my lap edging a little too close to the danger zone as she moves to take mine. My body jolts in response to her touch, and I will it to hold on just a little bit longer. What I said to Scully is true- I really, really, don’t want to end tonight by coming in my pants.
She clearly has other ideas, though- she’s reaching for the zipper to my jeans, seemingly intent on giving me a taste of my own medicine, right here right now. There is no way in hell I can survive a handjob right now- part of my wonders if I’ll ever be able to survive Scully’s hand on my cock- so I find myself trying to talk her out of it.
“Scully.”
Her eyes fly up to mine, so beautifully wide and eager that my chest constricts a little. How the hell did I get this lucky?
“I don’t know if I can do this right now.”
She blinks, then slowly removes her hand. The look in her eyes makes me realise I’ve made a mistake, and I quickly backtrack, stumbling over my words a little.
“I didn’t- I mean- if you touch me right now I don’t think I’ll last very long.”
Scully raises an eyebrow. “I told you I don’t mind. I mean it.”
“I know.” I squeeze her hand, then bring it to my mouth and press a kiss to her palm. “But I want… I want to do this with you. All of it. And I don’t think I can do that tonight if you keep touching me like that.”
There’s a moment of quiet, and I panic, worrying that I’ve crossed a line.
“I mean, only if you’re okay with that-”
“Mulder,” she laughs and cups my cheek. “Of course I am. I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember.”
The admission seems to stun us both. Never in all my wildest dreams did I imagine her saying that. I want to ask how far back the desire goes, but there’s time for that later, when we’re inevitably going to cuddle in bed and laugh at our past selves for being so oblivious. So instead I just bring my hand to the back of Scully’s head and bring my forehead to hers.
“Me too.” I confess inches from her lips.
She gives me a shy smile. “Then what’s stopping us?”
And the answer, right now, in this immediate moment, is nothing, as I hope I confirm by leaning forward and pressing my lips to hers. She melts against me, yielding to my tongue as it seeks hers, and I feel the world slowly fade away under the touch of her mouth. Before, with others, this has always scared me: the feeling of being cast adrift, thrown into the abyss, with no clear sense of up or down or if anyone would be there to catch me. But right now it feels like none of these things.
Right now I just feel free, like I’m floating, like Scully has taken everything that makes the universe so confusing and has pushed it away, leaving only her in its place. And the only emotion I feel right now is the complete opposite of fear.
I feel safe.
I feel loved.
She hasn’t said it, but she hasn’t had to; I’ve been inside her head, I’ve already heard all I need to. But now I can feel it, too, and that is making it all the more real. Can she feel me telling her the same back?
She pulls back just as the words reach my lips, thankfully interrupting me before I can embarrass us both.
“How did you want to do this?”
Part of me wants to say right here, on this couch that I’ve began associating with her since the first night I woke up from a nightmare and could smell her scent on the cushions, the one we’ve both broken apart and been put back together on, but that’s not the right thing for our first time. I want to try and go slow, I want to make her feel safe and comfortable, and give her all the time and attention she deserves so neither of us can ever forget a single moment of tonight.
“Bedroom?” I hoarsely suggest. “I think if I have sex in front of a shirtless Patrick Swayze I might get a little confused.”
She smirks. “I’ve never seen your bedroom before.”
“How about we head over and I’ll give you the guided tour?”
I wiggle my eyebrows and she giggles. Dana Katherine Scully giggles in my arms, still sat on my lap, and these two things combined do very little to help with my erection. In fact, if anything, I can feel my body start to tremble again, not used to this kind of teasing. Okay, bedroom it is. Right now.
“You’re going to have to move.” I murmur as she leans in to capture my mouth again, her arms tightening around my waist.
There is the tiniest of spaces between us when she pulls back to reply- I can feel her breath dancing across my lips.
“You want me in your bedroom, you carry me, G Man.”
She swoops in again for a kiss while my brain hurries to catch up with her thinking. I never had Scully down as a traditionalist- she hates when anyone makes comments about her height, or somehow implies she’s less capable because she’s a woman- but if that’s what she wants…
I wrap my arms around her and stand, feeling her legs grip my hips even as she gasps in surprise.
“This okay?”
As I raise my eyes from the floor to meet hers, I see a combination of shock and excitement.
“You always keep me guessing,” she murmurs as she tucks herself into my neck, holding on tight.
Her open mouth slides across my jugular and I take that as my answer. Yes, this is more than okay. This is perfect.
xXx
How dare Mulder ask me if this okay. He’s carrying me to bed- his bed, his bed, his bed- with his arms wrapped around my waist, his strong, capable hands holding me steady as my legs grip around him, and I can feel him hard and hot even through his jeans. I have never been this turned on in my life, and Mulder is asking me if it’s okay.
I love him.
I think I’d marry him if he asked.
I want to kiss him again but if both of us get distracted I don’t think we’ll make it to the bedroom. Somehow I manage to get even wetter at the idea of Mulder just putting me down and just driving into me against the wall, all of his body pressed against me. As much as I want that to happen- and suspect that sooner or later it will- that’s not how I want our first time to go. Mulder and I aren’t exactly a traditional couple by any stretch of the imagination, but I think we deserve this.
As I’m thinking this, Mulder taps my hip, bringing me back to the present. I realise that like this, tucked against his neck and breathing in his scent, I’ve let my eyes drift shut; when I open them I realise we’re in his bedroom already, and he’s trying to get me to let go and sink to the floor.
I pull back and brush my nose against his before kissing him again. How have I gone so long without this? All I know is that I’m going to do my best to never be without it ever again.
His hands flex against my back as he turns us around and drops himself to the bed, so I’m back on his lap with my legs still wrapped around him as my tongue frantically seeks his. Blindly, I fumble to undo more of his buttons until I can run my hands down his chest all the way to his abs, which are tense and trembling against my touch. I want to laugh a little at his response, but then his hands are under my sweater again, big and warm against my spine, and I suddenly realise that I’m in no position to judge.
I can feel my skin sparking and my blood burning as he makes his way further up my back, until his fingertips are just brushing against my bra. Oh my god, Mulder’s going to take off my bra. Mulder has been inside of me, but for some reason the thought of him touching my bare breasts seems dirtier than that. It means he’s going to see me- to lean back and gaze with those eyes and that familiar set of his jaw, and if I’m lucky then he might taste me too, with that tongue and that beautiful lip…
“Scully,” he takes his perfect mouth from mine and laughs. “It’s been a while, and, ah-”
“You need a hand?”
I’ve already moved my hands so they’re next to his, which are currently fumbling with my bra clasp. I might arch a little too much against his chest as I quickly do the job for him, but he doesn’t seem to be complaining.
In fact, as I let the straps fall down my arms and slide myself out of my bra, I can hear his breathing shake. He can’t see anything new- my sweater is still covering everything- but I’m also suddenly aware of how exposed I am in front of him, only one layer of clothing separating my naked skin from his touch.
“I feel a little overdressed,” he confesses with a chuckle.
“We can change that.” I run my hands over his shoulders and feel my cheeks flush when he leans back and lets me pull the shirt off of him.
There’s something so erotic about this- crossing this last barrier with him, meeting each other’s eyes in the dim light, and touching warm, welcoming flesh for the first time in a way I’ve only dreamed of. He kisses me again, hands in my hair, and as his lips trace a delicate trail down to my clavicle I let myself moan his name. I want him to touch me everywhere, in every way, until there are no more barriers between us.
So I reach for the waistband of his jeans. This time he doesn’t protest.
This time he lifts his hips so I can strip him, which with me sat on his lap is no easy thing to do- after a few moments of awkward shuffling we both realise the best thing is for us both to stand up. We don’t talk about it, but the instant I climb off him we both focus on ourselves, him taking off his jeans as I pull my sweater over my head.
I’m almost scared to look- not at him, or at his body, but at his eyes that will tell me everything I want to know and more besides. Does he like what he sees? What if he’s looking at me and realising that I’m nothing like the other women he’s been with, that my breasts are small, and my legs are short, and that I’ve got so many scars that even I’ve lost count? I’m beginning to regret drinking wine, because I know it makes me emotional. If Mulder rejects me now, I think I might break down in tears.
“Scully…”
When I glance up, he’s looking at me the same way I’ve seen him look at any number of supernatural phenomena, childlike wonder in hazel eyes and an awestruck smile on his lips. Before it’s been endearing, has made me fall even more in love with him and his beautiful mind, and this time it does all that and more. He’s looking at me. He’s stunned by me. If there was any doubt left in my mind, it’s suddenly and swiftly evaporated.
He loves me.
He wants me, in every way I want him. I feel tears welling up and hurriedly blink them back. I am not going to cry like this. I’m not. But then when I meet Mulder’s eyes again, they’re glimmering, too, even as he beams at me. I manage a nervous smile back.
“Don’t start, or you’ll set me off.”
If possible, his grin widens, although his eyes remain soft. “You’re so beautiful.”
I bite hard on my lip, but I think a tear escapes anyway.
“Hey.” He steps forward to brush it away, cupping my cheek and bringing my face back up to look at him. “Same rules, or this game isn’t fair.”
I laugh and place my hand over his. “Sorry.”
“Scully, you’re naked in front of me right now. You have nothing to apologise for.”
He kisses my forehead as I feel my face break out into a smile again, and then takes a step back and reclines himself on the bed, making all of my thoughts vanish. Oh my god.
“And you want to talk about not playing fair?”
That smirk again, this time with a cheeky eyebrow raise. “Is there a problem, Agent Scully?”
Well, that’s being added to the list of unexpected things that turns me on. Mulder calling me ‘Agent’. Now I think about it, the majority of the list is some variation of Mulder doing something. I think his current expression might have to join them.
My feet carry me to the foot of the bed, so I’m standing between his legs as he lies back, propped up on his elbows. If he sat up a little his mouth would be level with my breasts. But instead he stays right there, not moving, and I realise suddenly why. He’s giving me control. He wants me to be comfortable, and he knows that right now the best way to do that is to let me call the shots. I want to kiss him and hold him and tell him how much his trust and love mean to me, but I know that right now is not the time. Afterwards, perhaps.
Right now I have one plan, and it involves a couple fewer pieces of clothing.
xXx
For a moment I’m worried I’ve pushed it too far, but when she walks to the end of the bed and meets my eyes I can see the trust there, and the silent agreement. She still wants this. And she wants to have a little fun with it.
“There’s a problem.” She answers my earlier question. “You’re still overdressed, Agent Mulder.”
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. My dick twitches within my boxers at her tone, and I silently curse myself for trying to get the one-up before. I already know that Scully’s more than capable of payback. She notices my body’s response, and my brain finally regains enough sense to remind me that what she said isn’t strictly fair.
“I think we’re about even, actually.” I look pointedly at where her body is still hidden from me, the thin line of black fabric clinging her hips a stark contrast to the pearl glow of her skin.
She just smiles. “The female breasts are a sexualised part of the body, Mulder. Some would say more so than the vulva.”
I can’t exactly argue with her point, especially because something about hearing the word vulva from her lips seems to have taken all my words away. Even if I could speak, I don’t think I’d have a response- in a desperate attempt to avoid coming across as a chauvinistic stereotype, I’ve been trying not to stare, not to touch. Ever since she bared herself to me, I’ve felt my entire body shaking from the struggle of resisting, but I can feel my control eroding. She’s just… beautiful.
And now she’s climbing onto the bed, and crawling up my body, and without even thinking I’m grabbing her waist to pull her closer. We both gasp with the contact, and I take her open mouth with mine as I press her against my chest. She lets me chase her tongue with mine for a painfully short time, before pulling back away from my reach and sliding her hand down my side to play with my waistband.
“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine?”
“That sounds fair,” I concede.
She rolls off of me to pull her own underwear off as I kick my boxers down my legs. My cock is impossibly hard, and it’s already leaking; I wish I was surprised, but I know by now that if even thinking about Scully is enough to get me excited, it’s a miracle this hasn’t already ended embarrassingly. There’s a soft sigh from next to me, and I turn my head just in time to see Scully’s shy smile. I feel my heart flush with sudden warmth at her expression- I hadn’t realised until now how nervous I was about this part, but that look evaporates any worry I’d had.
“Scully…”
She nods, immediately understanding and reciprocating, still with that smile on her lips. When she takes my hand and brings it towards her, I feel the last traces of anticipation disappear, replaced by an overwhelming sense of rightness. This is supposed to be happening. This is the only thing I need. This is perfect.
And… oh. When Scully guides my hand to rest on her stomach, it’s somehow even better. Over the years, her suits, her body, even her hair, have become harsher, sharper, with all straight lines with any trace of softness carefully masked. Occasionally she’s let me see past all of it- when she’s answered motel room doors with her hair still damp from a shower, or when we’ve ordered take out together and sat crossed legged on the floor of her apartment. I know her well enough to know that the version of her the rest of the world sees is nowhere near the version she lets me see, but I’m still stunned by the feel of her bare skin.
She’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched.
Her fingers flex against mine as I hear her shaky exhale. I glance up at her, checking in, and she catches my eye.
“I’m okay. Just… don’t stop,” she breathes.
It’s only now that I notice the tremble in her body, feeling it against my palm and the energy radiating off of her. Oh god, are we going too fast?
“Are you sure? I-”
She manages a short laugh. “Mulder, if you don’t touch me right now I think I might die.”
Oh. Oh. I don’t think I’ve ever- not even during everything that’s happened tonight- actually thought about the fact that I turn Scully on. That she finds me as arousing as I do her. That all of this… is because of me. That she’s fighting to stay still because the need in her body is burning her up, the same way mine is.
I press my hand more firmly against her, and I’m rewarded with another quiet gasp. You don’t get a degree in psychology without learning about positive reinforcement, but this might be the first time I’ve realised how accurate of a theory it is- I want to touch my partner like this for the rest of my life, and all that’s triggered it is that tiny noise. And I already want to hear it again.
She’s given me permission to touch her, so I grant it to myself, too, and slide my hand up her body until I reach her breasts. At her nod, I cup one in my palm, letting my thumb rest over her areola. There it is again, that sound, and I decide to go one step further and gently squeeze her nipple between my thumb and first finger.
This time there’s definitely more of a moan- it thrums against my open lips as I press them to the delicate column of her throat, followed by a low murmur of my last name. I squeeze a little harder as I work my way up to her mouth, and moan a little myself when I feel her hands find my chest and her nails beginning to lightly scrape over my abdomen.
When our lips meet, it’s fire, like she’s been craving this as much as I have. How the hell I went so many years without kissing her is beyond me, because currently I can’t imagine lasting longer than a few minutes without this. I wonder if she’ll let me kiss her at work. I wonder if we’ll even go back to work after this- right now I can’t think of a single reason not to spend the rest of my life just like this, my best friend warm and soft and pressed against me as she touches me all over with those careful physician’s hands, minutes stretching to hours as we learn the intricacies of each other’s bodies that we’ve kept from each other for so long.
Speaking of hands, I’ve been so lost in my own mind and our kiss that it’s only now that I realise Scully’s nearly touching my cock. I’m still on my side, and the hand that was tracing my abs is now wrapped around my hip, pulling me closer. I can feel the heat from her arm; only a fraction of an inch closer and she’d be touching me. I’m painfully aware that I can barely survive that contact right now, much less any kind of movement, but her hand is shaking with a need that I understand. My hands are drawn to her body at the best of times, to the way it grounds and comforts me, and now my senses are heightened to the point where every part of my skin not touching hers is aching for contact.
But she wants permission.
I take my hand from her breast and reach down to hers on my hip. The mirroring of earlier is not lost on me, but it makes sense, I think, for it to be this way- we’re equals in everything else, why not this? My own hand touches my cock first, but even that makes me grit my teeth. If I can’t deal with this, how am I going to- oh, fuck. Not well, apparently.
We both shudder as she wraps her hand around me, her grip gentle but firm, sensing the need for restraint. I bury my face in her hair, distantly aware of the soft pants escaping my lips as she explores. Her breaths are quiet but shaky next to my ear, and the sound does little to help with my erection. If she keeps this up, I might come.
“Mulder?” She whispers.
Her voice brings me back from whatever heaven I’ve been floating in, and I manage to make a noise in reply that’s somewhere between a gasp and a grunt.
“Can I be on top?”
Even if I wanted to, I’d be incapable of replying to her with anything other than a resounding yes. I try to disguise the urgency I feel- if she knew this was a way to get my agreement, I have no doubt she’d use it against me at every opportunity- but I don’t do a very good job. The words stumble out of my mouth, not helped at all by the feel of Scully’s hand still wrapped around me.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
I clench my mouth shut to stop myself from pleading aloud, but in my head all I’m saying is please. Please, please, please.
xXx
I feel Mulder’s body wilt when I release my grip on his cock, and I watch as his hips pump the air in time with his staccato gasps of the painful pleasure of being so close, and yet denied. I know that feeling. My body burns with need for him, a need to be completely filled and surrounded by him, and our joint need is a living thing in the air around us. We both need this. Now.
My hands are shaking, but I force them to steady me as I bring myself to my knees and throw one leg across Mulder’s hips. His lips fall open with a silent moan, and his eyelashes flutter at the sensation, even as I feel his chest muscles tighten under my hands in an effort to control himself. I make a mental note of how beautiful he is like this, desperate and flushed and responding to my every touch, and how at some point in the near future I ought to properly test his willpower. Right now, though, I want to be nice to him, and give him a reward. He deserves it, after all this, we both do.
My hand slides up his chest to cup his cheek.
“Mulder.”
He opens his eyes and they widen, unabashedly taking me in. I feel a little self-conscious, sat on his lap like this with my body exposed to his searing gaze, but when his eyes find mine I forget to be nervous. His expression shows nothing but pure, unadulterated love, and that same look that he gave me earlier tonight- the one that makes me feel like the only thing in his world, like he’s just found the thing he’s been looking for all these years. The look that tells me this is my best friend. My partner. It’s Mulder.
I lean down and capture his lips with mine, sinking my teeth into his full lower lip as he moans in reply. His hands are in my hair, his fingers blindly threading and pulling as mine slide over his shoulders and down his arms. There’s an overload of sensation rushing to my brain from my nerve endings, so much I can’t focus on it for too long or I threaten to get carried away. Random bursts of pleasure rush past me: the wet heat of Mulder’s tongue, the beautiful ache in my lower body, the way the friction against his chest brings my nipples to attention, begging for relief.
I don’t want it to stop, but I need him inside me. I don’t think I can last another second without it.
So I reach between us and grip his cock again, pulling back less than an inch from his lips.
I check in, my voice catching in my throat. “Yes?”
Mulder’s hands have found their way to my waist, and he squeezes me tight as he nods. “Yes.”
I rest my forehead on his as together we guide myself down onto him, and I’m glad for the support because I feel my body shake as he pushes into me. He whimpers my name into the space between us, and I press my lips to his to try and mute a similar sound from myself. Because… oh my God. My mind briefly drifts to Ed Jerse again, the last man I had inside of me, and the difference to right now is astounding. I’m not fantasizing about Mulder anymore, he’s actually here, and this is better than any one of my fantasies.
I am wet, so wet, almost embarrassingly so, and Mulder slides all the way into me so easily it’s like he’s done it a thousand times. In this position I can control the speed, and while part of me wants to start riding him right away, I also want to take a moment for us to both adjust and feel this connection between our bodies. Of course, what I told Mulder earlier is true: we’ll do this again (many, many times if I have anything to say about it), but we only get one first time, and I want to remember every moment of it.
“Oh, Scully…” he whispers to me as we break apart from our kiss. His hands are still on my waist, and grip tight when he glances down at where we’re joined. “You feel so… so good.”
“So do you.”
My voice catches in my throat as I focus almost unconsciously on just how good he feel inside of me, hot and hard and so deep inside that I’m struggling to think about anything else. Mulder pushes himself onto his elbows, then all the way up, shuffling us both backwards gently to prevent shifting too much inside of me until his back is against the headboard. Like this, he can pull my torso closer to his until I’m buried against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as his hands stroke over my spine.
We sit there for a long moment, breathing together and letting all of this sink in. I’m having sex with my partner. If you’d told me even a few days ago that this would be how I spent my Valentine’s night, I would’ve laughed. But it’s happening. It’s finally happening.
“Scully.” My name has never sounded so right on his lips. “I don’t want this to end.”
He leaves the truth, that we both need this to end, however good it feels, unsaid. He’s been so patient tonight, we’ve both been- hell, we’ve been patient for years- and we need it. It’s not going to take much, which is good because I feel about ready to explode, and I’ve no doubt Mulder feels the same. I need to move.
I grip his shoulders and push my body up before plunging back down onto him again. This time we both moan, loud enough that I imagine we might wake the neighbours. I don’t have the time or space in my mind to feel shy. It’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m getting laid. Let them hear.
I go slow a few more times, then up the pace. Mulder’s head falls back with a groan, and I latch on to his exposed skin, possessed with a need to mark him as mine. One of his hands is back in my hair, stroking with a gentleness that’s in perfect contrast to the way his other palms my ass and thighs. I want to kiss him again. I want to kiss him as we come.
As if he’s read my mind, the moment I pull back from his neck Mulder is tilting his head back up to find mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth with a force that erases all other thought from my mind. The sensation in my body continues to wash over me, though, and soon I’m trembling from his touch and a desperate need to come. Mulder’s always been able to sense what I need, and this is no different- he pulls me impossibly closer to his body, so my breasts rub against his chest as his pelvic bone provides the same perfect pressure to my clit, and then I’m flying, no longer in control of the sounds escaping me.
I can feel Mulder still pumping inside of me, and before I come down and have the chance to double guess myself, I let the words that have been on the tip of my tongue all night finally slip free.
“I love you, Mulder.”
There’s a sudden rush of warmth as he empties himself into me, gasping my name, and as I go limp in his arms I hear him whisper the same three words against my jaw, followed by a series of kisses that end with a flick of his tongue against my earlobe. We’re both panting with exertion, and I tilt my head up to press a kiss to the hollow of his clavicle, tasting the salty tang of sweat along with an undertone of his natural musk. His scent has always driven me crazy, and even though I feel completely sated, part of me still wants to throw him down on the bed and do this all over again. I have doubt he’d let me, too.
But right now I feel content to sit here in his arms, trembling with aftershocks and letting the afterglow run through me. There’s going to be plenty of time for everything else. Speaking of…
“Mulder?”
He kisses my hair. “Yeah?”
“Next time, do you think we could skip the formalities?”
My heart runs warm with love as he laughs. “If you’re trying to tell me you don’t like my cooking, just say.”
“I love your cooking.” I pull back and meet his eyes. “And the flowers. And the fact that you sat through half of Dirty Dancing with me even though I know you weren’t paying attention.” Here he looks a little guilty, and I smile. Gotcha. “But Mulder, you’re the best present I could’ve asked for. You’re the only one I need.”
His eyes shimmer in the dim light, and he leans in to kiss my forehead.
“Same here, partner.”
#the x files#txf fanfic#msr fanfic#msr#my writing#and the world keeps spinning#happy valentine's everyone!#hope it's as good as mulder and scully's
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Wildest Dreams
The perfect summer day, one already fleeting from Catalina's grasp. The heartwrenching goodbye. And everything that remains in her wildest dreams. Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Wildest Dreams".
The July sun had been beating down on Catalina’s tan skin until Scott stood over her, shielding his green eyes from the sun and casting a shadow on the checkered blanket they were lying on.
“It’s nice… The quiet,” he said.
Catalina merely hummed, chewing one of the strawberries from the basket in front of them.
Scott continued, “I wish we had more days like this.”
“Like what?” She looked up, trying not to squint her eyes too much because por dios, he was so pretty. His face had a light sheen that made it glow. His golden hair was practically shining under the sunlight. And his shirt was sticking to his skin revealing just how hard he’d been working out to prepare for his new role.
She was sure thirsting over him wasn’t a good look, but it was hard not to when he replied, “Us. Alone.”
Catalina pecked him on the lips, too afraid to ponder over the transience of those moments. A thought that had already crossed her mind too many times before. She knew being in the spotlight wasn’t easy, but no one had told her love would be even worse.
Scott’s fingers wrapped themselves around her hair sending goosebumps to the back of her neck. She locked that feeling in her little film vault. Like a stack of home videos stored in a dusty attic, ready to be taken out and played over and over to reminisce over the good old days. The ones you never know are gone until they’re too late.
“Is that a new dress?” Scott asked. He sucked on his half-melted popsicle. His tongue was turning green.
Catalina arched her brow, “You like it?”
She had seen it while going window shopping with her friend, Vale, and upon Vale’s insistence that it was “perfecto para el summer aesthetic”, Catalina got it before the cameras began to follow them.
“Of course I do. I don’t think I could ever forget you wearing something like this.”
His hands began to trace circles over her exposed legs. More rolls of film were being tucked away. But then he stopped, brows furrowed. She knew that look. She wore it when she couldn’t get her lines right or when she wasn’t sure if the green light was about to go red. He was worried.
Catalina leaned closer, taking in his scent. A salty citrus that reminded her of days at the beach. She and Scott had never been to the beach.
“You said it yourself, no one’s here.”
“I know it’s just…”
“No one will know,” Catalina pulled him in again, this time with no restraint. Because a next time was not guaranteed.
As they both paused for a breath, Catalina chuckled.
Scott groaned, “What?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have worn red lipstick today.” She tried wiping the splotches with a napkin.
“It’s my… How do you say souvenir in Spanish?”
“Recuerdo.”
He blushed before continuing in his terribly funny accent, “Es mi… recuerdo.”
She teased, “It’s not the most long-lasting…”
“But I’ll remember it,” he whispered in her ear, already going in to kiss her neck.
She knew it was easier to tease. They could never get too serious. They preferred to keep it for “later”, whenever that was anyway.
* * * * *
“Cata, you’re making this harder than it should be,” Scott grumbled with his face still buried in her hair.
“You’ll be gone for five months,” she whispered from the crook of his neck.
He began to straighten his posture, “I need to be at the airport in, like, thirty minutes. Besides, we knew this was coming.”
“One more second, please. I need my own recuerdo too,” she said, recalling their summer day a few weeks ago.
She was still soaking him in. His smell. His warmth. The last bits of him that would be taken away from her and sent to New York.
A smile broke out on his face before he lifted her chin and gave her a kiss. This was the bittersweet part of the videos where everyone tears up. The part that would stay with her in her wildest dreams.
“That should help you remember,” he said.
He’s already out the door when she mumbled, “I hope so.”
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From the period-specific tunes of “The Crown” to the surprising instrumental reworkings of modern pop hits in “Bridgerton,” this season’s Emmy contenders in music supervision showcase the growing field’s continued influence.
Alexandra Patsavas
“Bridgerton” may give veteran music supervisor Patsavas her best shot yet at an Emmy thanks to her clever use of chamber music-style covers of modern pop songs, which help trace the emotional journey of Daphne and Simon (Phoebe Dynevor and Regé-Jean Page) in Regency-era London.
The Vitamin String Quartet’s renditions of Ariana Grande’s “Thank U, Next,” Maroon 5’s “Girls Like You,” Shawn Mendes’ “In My Blood” and Billie Eilish’s “Bad Guy,” along with Duomo’s cover of Taylor Swift’s “Wildest Dreams,” sent streaming numbers into the stratosphere soon after the Netflix series debuted in December.
According to Patsavas, discussions about “how a period project could be relevant and inviting,” musically speaking , began months before shooting with producer Shonda Rhimes and series creator Chris Van Dusen. Says Patsavas: “How could the source [music] moments be seamless, presented with a wink and yet still feel appropriate to the beautiful costumes and production design? [Listeners] might sense that they knew the song, but it wouldn’t be an immediate recognition. You’d hear the lyrics in your head.”
Another cover was tailor-made by score composer Kris Bowers, playing piano, and cellist Hillary Smith, of Celeste’s “Strange,” for the couple making love for the first time. Not all the music is faux-classical. Many numbers are the real thing: selections by Mozart, Beethoven, Haydn, Vivaldi and Chopin are also heard in the background of “Bridgerton.” Themes in Bowers’ dramatic underscore were inspired by Ravel piano pieces initially suggested by Van Dusen. Patsavas, who is now director, music creative/production for Netflix, is a trailblazer in the music supervision sector, with early credits on “Grey’s Anatomy” and the “Twilight” films. She has three Grammy nominations and eight more from the Guild of Music Supervisors but has never won a major industry honor.
Maggie Phillips
Kansas City in 1950 is the setting for the fourth season of “Fargo,” and that time and place influenced many of music supervisor Phillips’ choices of songs.
As Phillips explains, show creator Noah Hawley sends her (and composer Jeff Russo) his scripts six to eight months prior to shooting. “He writes with music in mind,” she says. “He gives us some initial jumping-off points, me for listening and Jeff for writing.” To wit: Hawley had Duke Ellington’s Jazz standard “Caravan” in mind for the opening of the season’s first episode, which chronicles the history of ethnic businessmen during the first half of the 20th century. Phillips licensed the Ellington tune as the centerpiece, and Russo adapted the music into different period-appropriate arrangements over the first 20 minutes.
Not all the music needed to be specific to that period, though. Jazzman Art Blakey’s “Moanin’” dates from 1959; Willie Dixon’s “Insane Asylum” from 1968; and Johnny Cash’s “What Is Man” from the 1970s. Says Phillips: “It’s important to capture the emotion.
Jeff Richmond
Richmond, composer-songwriter-music supervisor on “Girls5Eva,” is no stranger to coming up with songs in a hurry. “All those years of writing pastiches and jingles and musical numbers on ‘Saturday Night Live,’” he says. “The train is moving, write it quickly, get a demo out.”
The Peacock series imagines a short-lived ’90s girl group plotting a comeback after a rapper samples their one big hit. It fell to Richmond to re-create that decade’s “girl-power ballad” style for the song flashbacks as well as the new tunes to drive their hoped-for resurgence.
Creator Meredith Scardino’s early scripts had “pieces of songs,” and at first, Richmond says, “we didn’t necessarily know if they were going to be full-length.” “Dream Girlfriends” was designed as a big comeback number, but “Space Boys” was a comedy cutaway and “New York Lonely Boy” was a minute-long song playing in the mind of Dawn (Sara Bareilles).
Many were penned by Richmond and Scardino, but as Dawn begins to write her own material in the series, “we knew that the arc of the music should be a little more honest, sound a little more like Sara’s songs would sound.” So she began contributing too, and the finale song, “4 Stars,” is hers alone.
The pandemic complicated the process, as Richmond was writing and producing in his home studio, sending music to arranger-mixer-guitarist Hanan Rubinstein for improvement, the cast was often singing live during shooting (and tweaking the vocals during post-production), and Richmond was adding strings — all recorded remotely — for the final mix of songs and score. “Things got very hectic,” Richmond says.
Sarah Bridge
Season 4 of “The Crown,” which focuses on Princess Diana’s time in Buckingham Palace, featured more songs than in previous years. “It’s a natural progression as we step into the ’80s, but also the introduction of the younger generation of the royal family becoming center stage,” says music supervisor Bridge.
Photo: Ollie Upton/Netflix
The opening and closing of Episode 3, as Diana celebrates, and later regrets, her marriage to Prince Charles, is especially compelling for its use of Stevie Nicks’ “Edge of Seventeen.” At first, Diana is euphoric, and she and her flatmates dance to it in a nightclub. Bridge persuaded Nicks to let the production access her raw vocals, heard a cappella under the end titles.
Says Bridge: “Hearing the power and fragility as well within it, it really reflected where Diana ends up. It felt a perfect end-credits moment, to leave it in a kind of isolated, lonely feeling, reflecting Diana’s emotion and where she is at the end of that episode. Stevie was really happy for us to feature it.” That same episode features Elton John’s “Song for Guy,” as Diana dances herself into a frenzy. Bridges re-recorded “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” for a scene where Charles and Diana are touring Australia, and gained permission from Andrew Lloyd Webber to re-record “All I Ask of You” from his “Phantom of the Opera” with a 28-piece orchestra for Episode 9, as Diana presents Charles with a tape of her performance of the song.
*Emmys Nominations-round voting begins on June 17, 2021.
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As You Are - Special Chapter (R18) : Perfect Storm
Chapter summary:
The ethereal vision that greeted his eyes upon entry should be that of one of the forbidden sins in the history of humankind. She was even more breathtakingly beautiful in her purest form - scars and marks, imperfections and all.
Like the cracks on an unbreakable golden chalice.
He was the luckiest son of a gun to be the first to drink from said chalice and it made the wine tasted even sweeter. He could get drunk or get high on this woman for all eternity.
Reiner realizes he might have just unleashed an unstoppable storm when he drank from her chalice. He’d known she'd become an inescapable addiction upon first taste, the way he would be hers. He’ll get her so high, she’ll never come back down anymore. It’s a perfect extrication.
Well, you’ll never get to heaven if you’re scared of getting high.
Pure smut. A 10k special Thank You insert. Available on AO3.
A/N: This chapter is a special insert as an appreciation to my beautiful readers for their amazing support in helping me achieve my second personal writing milestone - 10k hits! It’s beyond my wildest dreams ever. Thank you so much, guys! This is also my personal belated birthday present for Mikasa on 10 February (and Reiner’s VA ;D) and an early Valentine’s gift to my beloved OTP and to you guys. Happy Valentine’s Day!
Content note: Pure smut in its truest explicit nature. No plot advancement. Just a good ol’ short chapter of ReiKasa dicking it out in the showers, discovering more of each other and a post-coital small talk on Reiner’s personal choice of drawers. Or lack of it. Who says Reiner is not taking their baby making efforts seriously? Takes place in ch.12 of As You Are.
Rhythmic muse: High by Alina Baraz.
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Take me deep into your mind...we can get away…
As You Are
Special Chapter
Perfect Storm
Reiner closed the distance that stood between the bed and the bathroom in three long, hurried strides. He couldn’t be bothered with fixing his yukata; he let the shift hang open, letting himself hang out in the open. The sounds of the morning storm and early rolling thunder in the far horizon had been almost deafening, only several knots away from being too close to their fleet. The breeze slipping through the opened windows grazed against his nude torso in a prickling coldness. The second he stopped short in front of the steel arc of the bathroom door, he remained still.
His eyes glazed over the statuesque figure standing underneath the pouring shower, covered by only skin - porcelain, smooth, inviting. Sounds of the raging storm outside only emphasized more of this mystifying woman's beauty in its natural state, no different than a tantalizing spell cast by nature itself. The steam evaporating from the showerhead formed a curious, enticing silhouette around her body. His eyes lingered fondly at the way she closed her eyes in bliss under the long steady streams of hot water flowing down those supple skin, tinting her lusciousness raw with a delectable blush. Serene, lost in her own tranquil space.
Apart from bearing the reddening imprints that he’d left on her long slender neck from their lovemaking much earlier, between the enticing lines of her svelte curves and enticing edges, her creamy skin wore numerous dark marks and scars with their respective stories - ones that he was very aware of mostly. Long-term ODM usage would be responsible for most of them.
Others?
They were beckoning him to seek out the answers.
Just half an hour earlier, his body took hers for the first time. Reiner tasted heaven when she reeled him in to the deepest, most sacred part of her. With every pull and every push, he could feel himself unburdened everytime their hips met.
Lighter and unshackled.
Liberated and wanted.
Desired and needed.
The water flowed down her face and he found himself becoming envious of the way the warm liquid gets to lave at those long lashes, the sharp outline of her nose and her lips in a soft translucent caress.
He had all of her and he was left wanting more.
Reiner shrugged the night shift off his shoulders without any hesitation and stepped into the bathroom. A small marble tub, almost full to the brim, sat at the farthest corner of the room just next to an old gold-framed wall mirror which appeared to be more relic than vanity. In the dim lighting of the clouded sun peeking through the windows, the steaming water looked absolutely inviting.
A sigh escaped his lips. He could really use a good, long soak right now.
A low, guarded moan pulled his attention back to the now flushing body underneath the flowing water. He ran his tongue against his thin lips impulsively at the visual stimulation; she was as vivid, tempting, no different than a marble carved into perfection. All hard and muscled exterior, safeguarding the soft centre within. Painted with dark marks of bruises and battle scars of untold histories - a privilege he no longer had since the moment he inherited his Titan powers at the age of eleven. But she wore them naturally with effortless pride. Priceless yet they're worth more than some steel medal of honors he’d seen the men in Marley’s military fought to the death for.
Reiner closed the distance between them, stopping just in front of her with their bodies almost grazing. She opened her eyes, those anxious gunmetal irises in between the flowing water somehow confided that just like him, she’d never been this exposed; naked and vulnerable in front of another person in her whole entire life before. He saw the way she crossed her arms against her chest and the juncture of her thighs in uncertainty, conscious and suddenly feeling the need to cover herself even when he’d seen almost all of her much earlier.
He lifted her chin with a delicate touch. The pad of his thumb began to caress the outline of her lush pursed lips before tugging her lower lip gently, savoring the sensuous way her breath felt against his skin and the feral manner she bit at his fingertip.
His member twitched in reflex upon the sudden stimulation, threatening to break his own self restraint.
He grinned regardless. Apparently, he’s not the only biter in this marriage and that realization only got him being turned on more than ever before. Eager to find out just how much more wicked she could be. Just how much more of him she’d bite.
Reiner nudged her arms away from her chest gently, marveling as the perky globes bounced softly from the slight movement and finding himself staring far too long in amazement at the tempting blush on her face leading all the way down her drenched neck and to her chest. His hands began to knead the sculpted packs on her abdomen instead, touching a much larger discolored mark encircling her under chest, that resembled the shape of a large incomplete strap that was far too large to be from the ODM gear.
He couldn't help but wonder. "How did you get this?" His hands continued rubbing against the mark that stood out so painfully amongst her pale, milky complexion.
She swallowed bitterly, her expression darkened as a wave of recollection began to resurface. "The day you and Bertholdt tried to take Eren, I had been reckless. I was too focused on saving Eren from your titan's clutch that I was grabbed by a pure titan from behind. It broke my ribs immediately and I might have died that day if it wasn't for Jean's help." From the way she winced, it made him understand that the mark remained capable of inciting an unpleasant phantom pain upon reminiscence even years after it happened. She conceded to her own insecurity, reaffirming his perception. "It's ugly. I hated seeing it every time I looked at the mirror."
It was him, his ignorance and his selfishness who had indirectly caused that mark and left her with a painful reminder that she could never get rid of from her body.
His first mark on her body ever.
Reiner gritted his teeth in tremendous guilt and frustration. God, he didn’t know. It must have been extremely excruciating for her. He immediately lowered himself downwards with his knees rooted onto the cold bathroom floor, causing her to gasp and eyes to widen in surprise. Grabbing her on the curves of her waist, he looked up and sent her a grave look of regret. “I’m so sorry for all that I’ve done to you. All the pain that I’ve caused….” His apology manifested itself through a morose whisper. The warm of his breath, the tantalizing graze of his coarse facial hair and the light brushing of his lips against her taut skin sent the rippling muscles of her abdomen jumping in an enticing jolt. He could feel her hands grabbing the back of his head gingerly, fingers gripping his now wet tresses, her calm breaths getting heavier yet he didn't do anything further than burying his face against her torso even when his lips were already close to her mound. “Don’t hate the mark. Hate me. I did that to you.”
“No. I won’t.” Mikasa shook her head, dismissing the absurdity in his plea.
She thinks the mark is hideous yet not even once, ever held him accountable for it.
It only made her even more exquisite in his eyes. He implored, “Anything on you or what you are would never not be beautiful to me.”
They both remained still in that quiet moment, losing themselves in their own intimate sanctuary. Only the sound of running water and the steady storm outside accompanied their mutual embrace of the other's past sins, repercussions and acceptance of each other's flaws and imperfections.
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Mikasa pushed Reiner’s rock hard body against the cold bathroom wall using her own as their lips once again tried to wrestle each other out of an imbalance between air, warmth and rapture using their tongues and teeth. Torsos and limbs brushing up against each other, his larger hands grabbed the supple exterior of her derriere, cupping and squeezing them raw with his palms - he could even write his name on the supple skin using his finger nails. He pressed inwards so that their hips grinded tantalizingly against each other in a torturous friction. His member then jerked upwards into a semi-hardening state from feeling her on him alone. He breathed her in; her signature scent was already bathing his skin and his body already stained by her warmth.
Mikasa pulled away from the kiss and gazed deep into his eyes. While he took advantage of the immediate breather to touch the tip of his nose against her own, causing the corners of her lips to curve upwards into a tiny, shy smile.
He'd only ever dreamed of being in heaven but if this feels like being in one, then he’d rather stay like this with her forever. His hands fiddled around the curves of her waist, squeezing the willowy contour passionately, loving the feel of her soft wet skin in his hands.
Her fingertips kept on trailing along the column of his neck, grabbing gently at his nape before settling on his shoulders, gripping carefully at the juncture of his limbs to soothe the strained muscle knots she’d discovered there. Her dominant hand later began trailing along his sternum, a finger drawing a straight, tantalizing line down his chest. Through every inch of skin that she touched, he could sense a tiny spark pulsing through his veins, reawakening the already satiated lust within.
A small hiss escaped through his gritted teeth the second her roughened palms caressed his chest with languid but precise circular motions. He observed the way her thumbs traced unhurried circles against the second most sensitive spots on his body and the way the muscles of his own pectorals and abs jumped in reflex from her touch.
Reiner let out a long languid whimper upon the sudden exhilaration. Mirroring her actions, a hand moved upwards from the rounded mound of her ass along her spine teasingly before curving sideways. His large palm seized one of her porcelain globes in his hold and he pressed on the dusky nub using his thumb, rubbing the hardened tip with the cautious of touch. Nibbling tenderly on her cheek, his question came out in a low, shaky drawling against her ears. “Mikasa...how do you want me to touch you...fast or slow….?”
Her answer came in the lowest, deepest whimper from her chest. “Either...Just keep going...” Eyes tightly shut, his younger bride threw her head back in an increasing rapture and a low, unguarded groan escaped her gasping lips upon the intensity of his touch. He watched in wonder, tinged with a tiny pride upon the new discovery - she’s extremely sensitive there it seems.
This exotic beauty's body is a dynamite yet at the same time, an undiscovered wonderland, primed for his lifelong conquest - one he'll never want to stop worshipping.
Through every breath and every inch.
Through every touch and through every kiss.
The tip of his nose ventured from her temple down her slender neck before halting right above the swelling of those appetizing twin mounds of her chest. Kiss her he did, at the same spot he just savored. He drew the outline of the weighty globe with his tongue, suckling hard and absolutely losing himself to the bliss of her skin’s sweetness to the way her soft cries sounded to his ears - muffled by his messy wet tresses, ensnared by her own open mouth kisses. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his scalp as her heaving became more urgent. His plastering bangs grazed her chest until they turned into a flushing mess.
His other hand had already made its own bold move by slipping in between the juncture of her thighs and running the pads of his digits across her wet slit. She immediately gritted her teeth upon the sudden invasion, probably due to the soreness from his earlier thrusting, but he’d sooner turned her hissing to another wave of moans when he caressed her lower mound with a wickedly soothing rhythm.
Too lost he was in the beguiling pleasure that would sooner overtake all sense of inhibition that he’d missed the way her nimble hand had already wrapped itself around his member, already stretched out to its peaked state. The coolness of her palm burned the most sensitive part of his body as the skillful hand of a competent blade wielder projected her prowess through the way she handled his length -- with thorough, natural precision.
He just kept on growing stronger in her hands.
No one has ever made him feel like this before.
No one.
He could feel as if his soul was leaving the confinements of his physical form the moment he saw her dropping down to her knees, just like he did with her earlier. However this time, when she gazed at him with those tempestuous eyes and burning cheeks, he’d know he’ll never be able to resist her newly-unearthed desirous appetite.
It was quite contradictory that even when he’s the one who’s looking down at her right now, she’d always have the power to make him yield to her silent commandeering force.
Despite the flowing water washing away at their skins, he’s still stained by her; her essences seeping through his pores in unwavering waves no different than a perfect raging storm piercing through a man’s perseverance.
Oh God, she’s just naturally good at blowing him... and his mind.
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He ran his lips against the irezumi on her back, drawing a cross with his tongue like a sacred offering, lapping up the water drizzling down her skin like the nectar of an exotic flower. Right before he filled the impure void within through one messy yet solid thrust into her, clinging to her lithe body from behind as they fell into a familiar, acquired rhythm not too long after.
He pulled her in for another searing kiss from behind. His other hand underneath one of her knees, his larger build pressed her slightly smaller frame hard against the wall through every onslaught of his hips against hers. Both of them were getting off of the high from the other.
Mikasa’s relentless moans soon turned into a long, dragged out, almost incoherent chanting of his name; urging him, needing him with every part of her being, that she’d broke the skin on his forearm when she became undone on his third deep thrust.
Reiner observed the way Mikasa tried to wash away the bleeding from the bite-shaped bruise on his arm with the water from inside the tub itself. He dismissed her attempt by pulling her body snug against his chest, staring at the mark in awe and reassuring her with nothing less than pride in his tone. “Hey, that’s my first mark from you.” He still remembered how she managed to cut off the same hand clean from his wrist on top of Wall Rose years ago.
“It’ll be a scar.” She persisted, still trying to argue with his insistence.
She gave him his first mark and without his regenerative powers, that mark will remain on his body forever until he’s buried six feet under.
He buried his nose into her drenched hair, taking in the scent from the glycerine soap he used on her earlier. “All the better because it’s from you.”
They stayed for a while inside the ceramic tub, with her head resting against his shoulder and his arms around her, listening to the sounds of rolling thunder and turbulent sea waves coming through the opened windows of the bathroom.
After a good while, it was her who suggested that they step out and step back into the awaiting demands of the day. “We should really get going before Gabi storms in for another ‘rescue’ attempt.”
Snickering, he released her reluctantly and sent an admiring stare at her retreating figure, still dripping with bath water until she disappeared behind the door to their shared chamber.
By the time he followed suit into the conjoined bedroom, she had pulled her skirt over her hips. She stared in disbelief the moment she saw him discarding the towel around his waist and had his legs through his breeches immediately.
Her inquisitive gaze did not go unnoticed. “What? I travelled light and I wasn’t expecting the detour to the Island.” Everything he had was on his body.
“All this time, you’re…” Her words trailed off suspiciously.
A thin eyebrow raised snarkily to emphasize his answer. “Yeah. I’d prefer not wearing one either way. It’s breezier and actually a much healthier habit too.”
“Whatever suits you.” Mikasa shook her head, feigning an impending state of disinterest while fending off an oncoming headache.
He gave her an improper wink. “You’ll thank me when I have given you healthy, kickass babies, Mikasa.”
She groaned in retaliation at his blatant lewdness. A trait of his that has always been apparent since they were younger still remained despite the years that had gone by in between. Despite all that, she couldn’t help her lips from curving into an amused smile.
Just a fleeting thought of envisioning a strong young boy or a girl with golden blonde hair, cheeky comebacks and a headstrong attitude was enough to make the fuzziness in her heart return right before the fleeting fantasy was interrupted by the same vision but with three more of the same identical boys and girls and a burning house of chaos behind them.
“....four be a lot?”
“Huh?” She blinked back at his question.
“I was asking, would four babies be a lot for you?”
She’d known it was an intended humor. They both knew that he couldn’t possibly have enough time for such an unattainable dream. She wasn’t oblivious to the dismal glint in his eyes.
“Perfect.” Her heart suddenly felt a lot heavier.
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A/N : After what went down in the previous chapter, I am willing to be virtually sucker-punched by you guys because of this chapter. I am hurting my emotional well-being with this chapter, and I said to myself, why should I be suffering alone? Haha Kidding, guys. Thank you so much for your time & till the next update! Take care & stay safe. xoxo
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Wildest Dreams
pairing - Drew Starkey x Reader
summary- requested by @starrystarkey93 ! “hellooo, i saw that u wrote a couple of things based on songs of taylor swift, so i was wondering if you would be up to writing something based on Wildest Dream with drew, like reader is a cast mate of him and he cheats on his girlfriend with reader (in the filming period) and they decide to keep it a secret but they both know there are feelings there. idk if this was comprehensible but u can always dm me and if u don’t want to write this it’s okay!!!”
word count- 1.1k+
warning(s)- cheating, mentions of sex, heartbreak. not edited lol.
I hope you like it lea!!
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Nothing lasts forever
But this is gonna take me down
You watched as Drew held his girlfriend, who had come to set to surprise him, and wished it was you in his arms. The love you felt for Drew Starkey was unlike any other love you had felt before. When he touched you, it was like sparks igniting against your skin. He built a fire inside you that burned hotter than any other. When he looked her in the eye, you saw something that wasn’t there when he looked at you. It was like he could see a future in her, that he didn’t see with you.
Knowing this made it seem like the light at the end of the tunnel burned and fizzled out, no longer illuminating the path you were on, like there was no point anymore if Drew didn’t want you the way he wanted her. But you knew going into this that the secret affair never gets picked in the end.
I said “no one has to know what we do”
His hands are in my hair
His clothes are in my room
Nothing but the lamp outside you apartment lit up the hallway as you and Drew stumbled back to your empty living room. His hands roamed over every inch of your body, igniting the familiar feeling of fireworks beneath your skin, leaving nothing but goosebumps in their wake.
His lips felt like heaven against yours, moving in perfect sync. The kiss you shared was hungry. He wanted you. Bad. It had been too long since he’d been able to touch you, and he felt like if he didn’t rip your clothes off right now he’d simply die.
Your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, tugging on the short strands of dirty blond locks that you had grown to love so much. Rushing into your room, you didn’t realize all of the shirts he’d accidentally left strung across your bedroom floor. To anyone on the outside, it might seem like they were meant to be there. Like he was just waiting for laundry day to pick them up. Like he lived there. But he didn’t...
Drew knew somewhere in his mind that this was wrong. That he had a girlfriend he should be faithful to. But you made him feel some type of way that she never did. He’d spent the last few months thinking he had the best of both worlds, even though in the process he’d managed to grab a hold of your heart and shatter it to pieces.
He’s so tall
Handsome as hell
He’s so bad but he does it so well
And when we’ve had our very last kiss
My last request is…
“And that’s a wrap! Thank you, everyone, for making this such an amazing project. I can’t wait to see you all again!” The director said as you and Drew finished your last scene together. You hoped that the kiss you just shared wouldn’t be the last but part of you had a sinking feeling it would be.
“Can you meet me in my trailer?” You asked him, after you both finished saying your goodbyes to the cast and crew. He nodded and you left him to finish up, hoping he wouldn’t take too long.
A few minutes later, Drew walked in with a small smirk on his face.
“Couldn’t wait until we got to your apartment huh?” He chuckled but you pushed his hand away when it went to meet your waist.
“Say you’ll see me again… that this isn’t the end of us.” You whispered, desperately trying to hold back to tears threatening to flood your eyes. Instinctively, his hands went to grab yours. You let him, but looked down when he tried to meet your eyes.
“Y/n… you know we can’t keep doing this. I have to go back to her, I can’t just leave her…” He said, hoping that it would make things easier on him. Deep down, his heart was breaking at the thought of never getting to hold you again. But he had to let you go. He had someone to go home to, and it was time for him to shape up and be the man that his girlfriend thought he was, instead of the man he’d become. The man that was in love with two different girls at the same time.
You’ll see me in hindsight
Tangled up with you all night
Burning it down
Someday, when you leave me
I hope these memories
Follow you around
Flashbacks of the nights you spent tangled up in the sheets played through Drew’s head like a hazy dream. Seeing you all dressed up for the premiere was making him wish you’d been the one he showed up with. He hadn’t seen you for months before this past week. You spent every waking moment together, doing press for the movie you were both starring in.
The moment your eyes met, that first day, all the feeling you had worked so hard to suppress came rushing back in full force. You fell madly in love with him all over again but there was nothing you could do about it. Absolutely nothing. You just had to sit there and act like he was your best friend.
Little did you know, the same thing happened with him. He’d fallen out of love with her and further in love with you, but he couldn’t tell you that. There was something stopping him. Whether or not it was fear of rejection after all this time, or some weird attachment he had to her, he didn’t really know.
So as you stood there, posed together for the pictures, you both put on a fake smile, hoping for the night to be over so you’d never have to see him again.
As the movie played in the theater, you were reminded of all the moments you’d shared with Drew, but as you looked over at him, you saw that he was looking at her.
Drew looked at you longingly before he looked back over at her, deciding finally that he couldn’t put himself through this pain anymore.
You quickly stood up, excusing yourself from the room, and made your way out to the car you’d come in.
He whispered in her ear that it was over and looked back over to see you gone. He rushed out, watching as your car pulled away. It was that moment that he knew it was too late.
He’d lost you.
Say you’ll remember me
Even if it’s just in your Wildest Dreams.
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