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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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off the grid | seven

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 4.1k

chapter warnings: fluff, cussing, flirting, hints of sex/sexual comments, breakups and exes, alcohol consumption, intoxication, dancing/grinding, good friends and good company, insecurities, lots of overthinking

notes: last two chapters will be posted tomorrow and the following day!

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The next morning, you wake up to the warm sun hitting your face. You quickly grab your phone to check the time and see that it's a little past 10AM. Jimin is sound asleep behind you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist. You slowly turn, smiling to yourself as you watch him breathe quietly. Your hand rests on his cheek as you lay small kisses on his lips and nose, causing him to flutter his eyes open and smile into one of your kisses.

"Goodmorning to you too." He slightly chuckles as he wraps both arms around you and brings you closer.

"Wake up." You whine.

"I'm awake." He says, his eyes still closed.

"Doesn't look like it." You lay another kiss on his lips.

"I mean if it means more kisses, then no. I'm not awake." You playfully smack his shoulder, causing him to scrunch his nose and open his eyes. "Ha, ow." You sit up, resting onto your elbows as you look down at him. Jimin finally opens his eyes to check his phone, all while a hand is caressing your back. "Oh shit."

"Hm?"

"Fuck, that's right." He groans a bit.

"What is it?"

"The boys are out to the bars at Hongdae tonight. I'd rather much stay in with you, though."

"Ah, don't be a party pooper, Park." You laugh. "Go to the bars."

"Only if you come with. I think it's the usual, plus some of our friends from school will be coming by."

"That sounds fun. What's the celebration?"

"Mmm, nothing really. Just wanna get together and enjoy the night."

"Yeah, let's go. That sounds fun." He smiled.

"Mmkay, love." His voice is still deep and raspy, causing you to bite onto your bottom lip.

"Speaking of school, do you happen to have any pictures from college still?" Your curiosity gets to the best of you since you've heard them talk about their college days so much.

"Yeah, a ton." He laughed. "Wanna see some? You'll see baby Taehyung and Jungkook. They definitely look way different now."

"Even better." He tilts his phone to show you pictures from his college days. His black, pink, blue and purely blonde-haired days, and the way his hair was longer or styled differently with a clear undercut, caused your heart to flutter at how good he looked no matter the color or style. He sees the glow in your eyes and smiles, continuing to scroll down. You see a ton of pics of him, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin and Hoseok hanging out individually or all together. There were a few unfamiliar faces in other photos, but nonetheless, Jimin always showed off his bright smile and laugh.

Then there was a picture he stumbled upon that caused you to raise an eyebrow. He didn't seem to mind it, even though you knew it was a picture of him and his ex. She looked up at him while he had his arm around her waist, both laughing in a very candid picture. She had popped up in two more pictures, Jimin either wrapping his arms around her or her on his back.

"Who's that?" You weren't sure how to bring up the question, or if you should have even brought it up at all. You didn't even tell him Taehyung had brought up his ex in your conversation with him at the Common Ground.

"My ex." He looked at you, puppy eyes and all.

"Wanna tell me about her?" You rested your head on his chest, the both of you still looking up at his phone.

"We dated for almost 3 years. We broke up early last year. And honestly, I don't really know. We were good until we weren't." You felt him slightly shrug. "That's probably as best as I could put it. We started off like any other couple in its honeymoon phase, then eventually, I gave more to the relationship than she did. It was pretty obvious she was over the relationship and wanted to see other people, but I tried not to have any bad blood with her when we broke up. For the most part, we had more good times than bad, and she was my friend first and foremost before we became a couple. As long as she was happy, you know?"

"Mhm." You look up at him. "Have you talked since you broke up?"

"No. She moved on pretty quickly and I felt like we both needed the space, anyways." You nodded.

"How are you such an angel?"

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"I don't know. You're just too good to be true, sometimes." Seriously, how? How could someone just be so understanding like that? Sure, he definitely was hurt. It's inevitable to feel hurt and completely destroyed, especially if you found out that the person you loved didn't really love you in the same way anymore. Wouldn't that make you pissed off? Sad? Like all these years didn't actually matter? Jimin continues to surprise you every day and this is why it's been hard not to get attached. Exhibit A, right here. He was just full of love, patience and warmth.

"Mm, I just consider myself to be a simple person living a simple life." His hand is now tangled in your hair, lightly massaging your scalp. "I try not to overcomplicate things. Just takes up too much energy."

"Simple? For the record, I think you're pretty cool." He laughed.

"Such a compliment coming from a pretty girl like you." He says playfully, causing you to hit his chest. The rest of the time, he begins to talk more about the other pictures he comes across, but your mind continues to wander. Why did he have pictures of his ex on his phone still? It wasn't a bad thing, knowing what you know. But part of you couldn't help but feel like Jimin was still holding onto that part of his life, even though he says he isn't. Was he still holding onto her? Lets say you both did end up working this out one way or another - what if she wanted him back? Would he instantly drop you to get back with her? Especially since she could physically be there for him 24/7? It honestly worried you, even if you weren't sure what this was, but you brush off the thoughts and simply respond to him by smiling and nodding.

It was such a bad habit of yours to assume the worst right away. A bad habit you had trouble unlearning.

Once you both deemed it was time to get up and get on with the day, you quickly showered and threw on some clothes. You borrowed a small duffle bag from Yana's closet to throw in your outfit for tonight's bar festivities as you didn't feel comfortable roaming around in it throughout the day since it was too cold.

Jimin drove you both to his apartment so he could get himself ready while you waited. Jungkook was in the kitchen getting himself a late bowl of cereal, while Taehyung sat in his room with the door wide open.

"Had a fun night, kids?" Jungkook winked and smirked at you both. You felt your cheeks heat up as you blushed and tried to avoid eye contact.

"Shut up." Jimin laughed.

"Better yet, how productive was it?" Taehyung yelled from his room.

"TAEHYUNG-AH!" Jimin yelled, making you giggle to yourself as you sat on the couch watching him pay a visit to Taehyung to scold him some more.

"Are you coming tonight, Y/N?" Jungkook sits at their dining table.

"Yeah, I am."

"Sweet. Save me a dance?"

"Sure." You chuckled.

"What are you and Jimin up to today?"

"You know, I have no idea. He doesn't like to tell me these things."

"I'm taking her to the tower." Jimin yells from his room.

"Can we come with?" Taehyung asks.

"No, I don't want you guys to go."

"Jimin!" You shout back. "Yes, you can come with us." You hear Jimin groan as he begins to shower, making Jungkook laugh.

"Grouch. It'll be fun!" You shake your head as you make your way into Jimin's room to drop off your duffle bag of clothes. You sit criss-crossed on his bed until he appears in a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is damp and slicked back messily. Your eyes fixate on his abs and apollo's belt, causing Jimin to laugh.

"Personality is up here, Y/N." You look up to meet his eyes and smile sheepishly.

"Woops." You joke. "Couldn't see it through all of that." You wave your hand in a circular motion in front of his chest and abdomen areas.

"Mhm, wanna tell me more?" He makes his way to his closet to throw on some clothes. For God's sake.

"Mm, maybe later." He whips his head back and smirks.

"Later, huh?"

"You little nasty!"

"Says the one who was like 'I'd rather you do it inside me.'" He mocked your tone and laughed, causing you to throw his pillow at him. "Ow."

"Go get dressed, please."

"Yes, princess." He throws on black and white button up short sleeve and distressed black jeans with boots. He throws on a thick jacket and fixes his hair before walking out to meet the rest of you in the living room.

The day turns out more productive than you both thought it would be, all thanks to Jungkook and Taehyung. Besides visiting the tower and looking at the exquisite view, they figured walking around town without any agenda would be fun. In which it was, because you unlocked more stores to buy souvenirs from and more foods to try. Jimin took a ton of polaroids of the three of you, having fun and enjoying the weather, which actually wasn't too cold today.

You all get back a little past dinner time and chill for a bit before getting ready to hit the bars. The cold picked up a little bit since earlier, but you knew once you got inside and drank a little bit, you would get warmer. Taehyung was the designated driver again and it took quite a bit to get to your designation, but it was nothing too far.

The streets were flooded with people already, swarming with college kids from the nearby university. You held onto Jimin's hand as you walked behind him and navigated the streets. The bar itself was pretty nice, and there was a good amount of people already hanging out inside. You heard lots of greetings and yelling, signaling that Jimin and them finally found their friends in the crowd. He brought you forward and introduced you to his college friends, his arm held tightly around your waist. They wasted no time getting their drinks and taking shots, in which you happily joined in to get the night started. There was enough room for you all to crowd around a table and dance around.

Shot after shot, cocktail after cocktail, your body started to feel numb from the alcohol. You were at a good level and you were highly enjoying yourself tonight. You were here with Jimin and his friends, having a good time at a laid back bar in Hongdae. What could go wrong?

"Hi pretty lady." Jimin wraps his arms around your waist as you rest your arms around his neck.

"Hey, you."

"Having fun?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Good." He places a kiss on your forehead before taking you to the dance floor. "Come dance with me." You two make it to the middle of the dance floor, Jimin immediately pressing his body against yours as you grind onto him for some time. It becomes playful, the two of you locking eyes every now and then just to smile and laugh. He turns you around and you two begin to dance around each other, Jimin showing off his moves and how good of a dancer he actually really is. The boy can dance and sing?! Yeesh. Somebody send help.

"May I steal a dance?" Jungkook comes in, holding his hand out for you to grab. Jimin smiles and nods, allowing you and Jungkook to dance around each other as if you were long time friends, him twirling you around from time to time. As a song and a half passes, the both of you make your way to the bar because JK promises he'd buy you a shot if you took one with him. He asks for a double shot of some sort of whiskey, which makes your insides crumble. Yuck. But cheers to new friends and adventures, right?

"Hey, I'm really happy we met." Jungkook smiles at you and raises his shot glass. "Please promise me you'll keep in touch no matter what? We're friends now." He slightly pouts.

"Of course."

"Cheers, Y/N."

"Cheers!" You smile and tap your glass against his. The both of you take the shot quickly, your faces immediately turning sour as the alcohol travels down your bodies. Jin and Hoseok make their way over to converse, trapping you with another shot. You gladly take it since you weren't all that drunk, and you felt like you could handle another. By the time you all had drank a little more and chatted a bit, you look over Jungkook's shoulder to see Jimin speaking to another woman. He's smiling and whispering in her ear, his hand on the small of her back. She turns to look behind her when another one of Jimin's friends greets her and you realize it's his ex. Jungkook can see that your smile had died down, so he looks behind him to check out what's going on.

"Oh." He simply says and shakes his head. "Don't worry, Jimin is just being the nice guy he is but that's completely done with." You give him a tight-lipped smile and nod.

"Yeah, you're right." Is all you can say.

"Come on, let's dance with the hyungs." He nods over to the dance floor towards Jin and Hoseok. You take one last look behind him to see that Jimin is still talking to his ex but has finally created some distance between the two of them.

Maybe JK was right, what if you were worrying for no reason? For a minute, you felt a little guilty, so you brush off the thoughts and continue to dance with the boys. But then that quickly fades when you realize some time has passed and Jimin hasn't returned to your side. Instead, his ex is whispering his ear, her hands placed along his sides.

Then it suddenly hits you, a huge wave of sadness and frustration taking over you completely. This wasn't going to work. This wasn't going to work because you couldn't physically be here for Jimin like she could. No matter how you both decided to make it work. It wouldn't be fair. Jimin needs someone to be here for him. To care for him, support him and to see him. To show him that he's loved. You couldn't do that being in LA.

Maybe he really was still holding onto parts of his past. Maybe it was just better that way.

"Hey, I think I'm just going to head home." You tippy-toe to let Jungkook know. He shakes his head and looks down at you with worry.

"Wait, what's wrong Y/N? Let me know how I can help."

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling pretty tired. My feet hurt."

"Do you want me to grab Jimin?"

"No, he's busy. I don't wanna bother him." You lie, even though Jungkook can tell this is about his ex. Very clearly. "I can make my way home."

"I'll tell Taehyung to drive you."

"No, I promise. I'll make it. Please just keep having fun. I'll probably see you guys tomorrow." You give him a reassuring smile before walking off. You needed to get out of there before he could stop you any further. You tried to rush down the street, hoping none of them would come after you. But you should've known.

"Y/N!" You look back to see Jimin slightly pushing his way through the crowd to reach you. "Y/N, wait!"

"Jimin, go back inside. I'm fine." He grabs your wrist gently.

"What's going on?"

"I'm just tired." He shakes his head.

"Are you seriously going to lie to me?"

"I'm not doing this here. I just want to go home." You plead, breaking away from his grip.

"Let me go with you."

"Jimin—"

"Y/N, stop. I'm not letting you go anywhere by yourself at this time. You either let me come with or we both go back inside." You sigh, making your way to a cab that was already parked and waiting for you to come in. Jimin gets in on the other side, directing the driver to Yana's address. The ride is quiet, your hands resting on your lap as you avoid eye contact and look out the window. You couldn't even describe your feelings right now because ya, you were hurt for many reasons. One being that he didn't even come to your side that entire time he was with her. And two, reality fucking sucks. It was never going to work between the both of you and you hated believing it could so quickly.

He quickly rushes over to open your door and follows behind you as you walk into Yana's loft. You throw the keys and your bag onto the kitchen island, tossing your shoes messily to the side.

"Y/N, please stop giving me this silent treatment. What's going on?" He gently grabs your wrists to make you face him. You look at his face and begin to cry. That face became so special to you in such a short amount of time. That face, that body, this entire being. And it hurt so, so bad.

"Jimin, what are we doing?" You cried.

"What do you mean, baby?" He asks softly.

"No, don't call me that." He's taken aback by your statement.

"W-what?"

"Did you really think this was going to work between us?"

"Why can't it?"

"Because I live in Los Angeles, Jimin! If you haven't forgotten, I don't live here and I'm going back home in a few days."

"So what?" He shrugs. "I'm going to make this work with you because I want to. I don't care about the time difference, distance, whatever. It doesn't matter to me."

"Well, it does to me! Okay? I care! Because I won't physically be here to be with you. I don't think it's fair."

"Is this about my ex?" He stepped back a bit to read your body language. "Is it because you saw us talking earlier?"

"N-no."

"Y/N, I really don't appreciate you lying to me." You wipe your tears aggressively and cross your arms. "I was catching up with her and I'm sorry I didn't get to introduce you. I'm not gonna lie, she was talking about hanging out and seeing each other more but I told her I was done with it."

"Are you really?"

"Yes." His face dropped. "How can you question me about my own feelings for you?"

"Jimin. I don't think you get this." You pleaded. "I can't be here physically. Do you not understand how unfair that is? She can be here for you and I—"

"I don't want her. I want you." You shake your head.

"This should have never happened between us." He furrowed his forehead.

"Huh? Are you saying you regret this?"

"No, but it should have never gotten this-this.. complicated. I came here to get away from all that mess back home. I just wanted to be free from it all and find myself, as cliché as that shit sounds. And now it just feels like I've completely defeated the purpose of my trip here."

"It sounds like you do, though."

"I'm not saying that. I just.." You cried harder. "I can't do this with you. And trust, I know you'll meet someone who could do better for you and be here for you. What if I can't be the person you deserve? Especially being across the world."

"I don't give a fuck about anyone else but you, Y/N! Why can't you just see that? I just want you."

"Jimin." You shake your head as you cried more. You physically feel your heart breaking, each bit falling to the deep pits of your stomach. You almost feel queazy and nauseous, like you could hurl any moment now.

"It doesn't have to be this way." He says lowly. You can see the hurt on his face. "But you know what, I'll respect you and your space."

"You know—" He shook his head and opened the door.

"Save it, Y/N. You made it very clear what you wanted." He sighed. "You became everything to me, you know? I care about you so much." He paused. "I-I fell in love with you and wanted to give you my all, but I guess it wasn't enough." He says, almost at a whisper before slamming the door shut, leaving you to cry your eyes out on the kitchen floor. You quickly pull out your phone, feeling completely lost and alone.

"Pick up, pick up." You whisper to yourself. It was early morning in LA and you knew Namjoon would be up, so you were just hoping he would be around to pick up the phone.

"Wasssssup!" Namjoon smiles, but it instantly fades when he realizes you're crying. "Woah, hey. What's going on?"

"Joon, I'm so fucking stupid." You cry into your hands, not giving a fuck what you look like over Facetime. "I'm so, so fucking stupid."

"Slow down, stop saying that. What is it?"

"I should have never gotten into this mess. I should have stuck to my plan and I shouldn't have gotten so attached to Jimin. This was never going to work." You go on and on.

"Did he do something?" You can see Joon's jaw slightly clench and tense up.

"No." You sighed. "No. It's just, what was I thinking? Falling in love with someone when I knew damn well I was only going to be here for a limited amount of time. I came here to get away from all that. All the stress and relationship bullshit."

"You can't help what you feel, Y/N."

"Yeah, but this was never going to work no matter how much I want to be with him. My life is there. The distance, not being able to physically care and love for him like-like-like his ex or some shit!" You stutter.

"You guys ran into his ex, I'm assuming."

"At the fucking bar! And she was all touchy with him."

"Okay, but how did it actually go down?" He leans forward, waiting to hear the real confrontation between Jimin and his ex.

"He told her he didn't wanna see her or take their relationship further anymore. He said he was done."

"So, why are you making an issue out of this?"

"I don't know Joonie. I wanna be with him but I can't. I'm afraid of not being able to deliver and give him what he deserves. He's an angel. I'm nowhere near that."

"Y/N, I love you. You know I do, right?" You nodded as you sniffed and wiped the remaining tears away. "But I don't think this is a good enough excuse to push yourself away from Jimin. If you really care about him like you say you do, then this distance shouldn't matter. You both could make it work as long as you both think it's worth it. And from what I can see and hear, I think he really has it for you."

"Don't say that, it's not helping."

"I'm saying it like it is." He sighed. "I know you've been hurt before and I know Romeo was a fucking dumbass, but you can't keep holding onto that, thinking every experience will be the same. You need to leave him in the past, where he belongs. The things you've told me about Jimin and the things Yana has told me about Jimin have only shown me how great of a guy he really is. Maybe you just need to let your guard down and take a chance with him."

"I'm just scared. I'm scared he might find better, you know? He'll realize this distance is too much. He'll realize how much work this is."

"I think he has found that already. And I don't think it's fair for you to speak on his feelings."

"Are you on my side or his?!"

"I just want you to think about this before you come back home feeling even shittier than when you got there. Whatever it is, whatever you decide, I'll always support you. But don't push your happiness away just because you're afraid of the little things. You'll never grow that way."

"Namjoon." You cried. "I really don't know what to do. We got into this argument and he left. I'm sure he's done."

"I'm here for you. I got you." Namjoon repeated, giving you the space you needed to let it all out and cry on the other end.

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Hibiscus Kisses {2}

Chris Evans x OFC Ajali Rambaue AU {Ah-Jah-Lee, Ram-Bow}

Warning: Plot Heavy, Mild Cursing, Mild Slow Burn

Words: 4.9k

Summary: Ajali decides on a rash decision to go on a Disney cruise, not for her love of Disney, but because she needs time to figure things out after things get even more complicated in her complicated life. She only expected peace, quiet, tropical drinks, and an overabundance of Disney songs. What she got was more than she bargained for when the cruise of a lifetime on the brand new ship Enchantment turned into a nightmare. The only saving grace is that she’s not the only one living through the nightmare. Can Ajali survive the test of a lifetime and the dangers ahead of her, and better yet, will she finally be able to live a little?

Note: Hey, hey, hey, guys! So here we are trying something different/new. I hope you enjoy this. 🤞🏽 Please feel free to tell me what you think. I’m super excited to explore this one with you all. 🤗

As always, thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this, please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG! ❤️❤️

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Anyone who got up and at em’ on the first day of vacation had something to prove, and you hated them. You had nothing to prove, so you kept your ass in your room and utilized the “to cabin” service. You don’t know if it was the sound of the waves from the balcony, the lull of the ship as it pushed through the water, you being physically exhausted, or if it was your emotional exhaustion that did you in. Whatever it was, you slept until it was damn near dinner time. Even then, leaving your room was not an option.

So you called for a meal to be brought to you, snuggled into the covers, and watched the available tv channels. Not wanting to watch any movies, you decided on a channel that seemed to be a mix of the animal planet, discovery channel, and a survivalist’s dream. The program that was on was something about figuring out the difference between good food and bad food. Things like this you found interesting and always watched. It wasn’t that you planned on ever needing the information but why the hell wouldn’t you be prepared for a never possibility.

When the food arrived, you were well into another program about common dangers on Caribbean islands that tourists would never know. Once you accepted the three reusable food bags, you buried yourself right back into the bed and surrounded yourself with everything you’d requested. You bet whoever prepared it thought it was for at least three people, but nope it was all yours. Vacation was about overindulging, right?

A few hours later, your phone rang. Knowing your sister’s ringtone, you answered without looking at the ID.

“You know better than not to send a message to mom before you disappear, Lulu.”

“Disappear? Lali, I am on a huge ass ship. Where am I disappearing to?”

“You know what I mean. You know if she hasn’t heard from you, then that’s just as good as disappearing,” Atali countered.

Sighing, you rubbed your forehead. Your mother was a bit much sometimes.

“I slept in.”

“All day?”

“All day,” you repeated.

“Alone?”

Kissing your teeth, you rolled your eyes and leaned back on the headboard.

“Lali, you do know it’s me you’re talking to, right?”

Atali giggled. “It is a vacation; excuse me for thinking you’d live a little.”

“There is living a little and living recklessly,” you dryly responded.

“Recklessly? Lulu, you’re the one who is sleeping with--.”

You loudly cleared your throat, interrupting what you knew she was going to say. Atali was always good for bringing up everything you wanted to forget.

“Jeez, Atali.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

You put another piece of cake into your mouth and moaned, savoring the strawberry and the smoothness of the cheesecake. You bit your bottom lip, and for some reason, your mind ran to the stranger you still had yet to get the name of.

“Met anyone on board?”

“Lali, I didn’t come here to meet anyone.”

“I know, but you still could have—in passing.”

You sighed and went over the details of his face. You really didn’t like men with that much facial hair, but it fit him well and easily made him look younger than he quite possibly was.

“What’s his name?”

“I don’t know his name, and he doesn’t matter. I did meet a woman.”

“Woman? You’ve been gone a day and already experimenting?”

You smiled and shook your head. “Shut up. Listen, she’s really cool. Her stories are classic, and she does her makeup like a goddess. You would like her, Lali.”

“She’s an older woman, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“You always attract these old-young souls.”

The two of you giggled together, but it went on for longer than just a few seconds. When you sighed out and leaned back against the headboard, you again thought of him.

“What’s your first port?”

“Dominican Republic, then Turks & Caicos, the British Virgin Islands after that then Aruba and Jamaica.”

“Jeez, you’re living life,” Atali commented.

“You have no idea. You should see this ship. They went all out times two with it. It’s just absolute luxury everywhere. I said pick me a ship. I didn’t say give me the Cleopatra treatment.”

“You knew what you were getting into when you asked me to do it,” Atali replied. “By the way, isn’t BVI and Turks and Caicos pretty close to Bermuda?”

Taking a moment to think about it, you responded, “Yeah. So?”

“So? Lulu, Bermuda,” Atali repeated.

When you didn’t speak immediately, she continued. “The Bermuda Triangle, dummy.”

Kissing your teeth, you rolled your eyes, “Oh god, you cannot be serious.”

“I am. Have you never heard that ships get lost and disappear in that area?”

“Lali, I’m sure there is a scientific explanation, and I am also sure that no one would charter a course near somewhere that they’d get lost, especially with hundreds of passengers,” you finished, confidant in your response.

The two of you talked for almost an hour before she was urging you to get out of your room and go to one of the clubs on the ship. You protested, but you knew she would not shut up about it, so you gave in though you had no interest in actually going. You spent the next hour going back and forth with your options. Most of you wanted to stay in bed or sit on the balcony and just get lost in the view, while the other knew that you’d only think of Javii if you did that.

Following a shower, you scanned your clothes. Once you found a cute dress, then applied a lite layer of makeup and did your hair, choosing to leave it down rather than putting it in a cute bun. Five or ten minutes later, you were standing in front of the entrance to one of the clubs—Jewel. The music from inside was lively, and you could imagine the number of young bodies pressing against each other, seeking a cheap thrill. Glancing from left to right, you decided to bite the bullet.

As soon as you stepped inside, you didn’t feel like you were on a ship in the middle of the ocean. It felt like it was a well established nightclub on solid ground. Whoever the DJ was, they were doing their thing, and it was evident from the bodies that littered the floor. It looked like this was where the parents came when their kids were tucked away in bed cuddling Tiana and Jasmine close. You walked through the crowds and saw plenty of couples making out and sharing drinks. Never again would you think to sleep on a Disney cruise. You thought it would be a chill time, but damn this was like parents gone wild.

After a few minutes of walking around and scoping things out, you found a place at one of the three bars.

“First Disney cruise?”

Snapping your head around, you looked at a smiling bartender with long hair that was piled on top of his head in a neat man bun.

“That obvious?”

“Let me guess, you expected tame, princess sing-a-longs, virgin pina coladas, and plenty of mickey mouse.”

The look on your face must have given you away because he was laughing a few seconds after he said it. You snorted and shook your head as you rearranged your dress and recrossed your legs.

“Fine, you got me.”

“It’s okay. I get how you’d think it was a tame little adventure. Why do you think we get so many reservations?”

“I thought it was for the kids,” you blurted out. It was his turn to laugh.

“Silly rabbit, while Disney is for kids, what happens after those kids lay their pretty little heads is a whole other story.”

Glancing around once more, you made a mental note never to make the mistake again. Disney cruises were probably as raunchy as Carnival or those geared toward singles. At that thought, you began to wonder how many swingers were on board, and if this was a swinger’s playground.

“What can I get you?”

“Something strong so my innocent mind can adjust.”

The bartender chuckled to himself as he walked around, preparing your drink. You bopped to the music and looked around again. Now it made sense to you when the mom of two who was preggo with her third said these cruises always gave her just what she needed. You bet they did—three fucking kids. Your mind was blown.

When the bartender slid your drink to you, he smiled and slipped away to serve the others. That was when you turned back around to people watch. There was no way you were going to dance with any of them. after a few sips of your drink, you saw him across the way. He was sitting at one of the other bars watching the dancefloor as you were. His hat was gone, and it showed you that his hair was long. The lights were too dim to make out much else, but what you couldn’t make out, you quickly filled in from your other encounter.

Before you realized your glass was empty, your eyes met and lingered on each other for several long moments. The only reason you looked away was because of the passing people who got in the way. When you looked back, his eyes weren’t on yours anymore, they were looking lower, but it was unclear if he was looking at you or someone on the dancefloor. Shaking it off, you spun around and requested another drink.

As you waited, you scrolled through your phone and did your best to fight the urge to check his social media. Javii wasn’t huge on social media. He preferred to have his team handle his brand's social side, but he did have a secret one that not many knew about. There he posted things that interested him, showed his lifestyle and his passions. It was also where he posted his “thirst traps.” You knew that if you went on, you’d find one or two, and you knew the caption was going to be code for you. You doubted you were mentally prepared enough for that psychological minefield.

“What can I get you, sir?”

“Another beer, please.”

The deep voice beside you had your finger pausing before you tapped the circle with Javii’s picture that indicated he’d made a new story. When you looked next to you there, he was again. The dim and colored lights in the room gave you a new appreciation of his eyes. It was at this moment you knew he got a lot of attention from women. With eyes like those, how could he not? He looked at you and smiled, and that sold it for you. His teeth were perfect, and though his smile made the wrinkles at the sides of his eyes more prominent, it also made his face light up. He looked like a kind man--a gentle one perhaps.

“Either you’re following me around, or we’d call this fate.”

You couldn’t help but smile. The cocky on him was so strong. It was a familiar cocky.

“Or you’re following me around. You’re the one who bumped into me twice,” you countered.

“Eh, I was the one doing the catching, so it’s more feasible that you’re following me.”

He wore a soft grin, one that you mirrored.

“Maybe if you weren’t like a brick wall, you wouldn’t have to catch me.”

“I’m not complaining,” he responded. You stared at him and quickly got his meaning. Again, you couldn’t help but smile. Not only was he cocky, but he was charming, you thought.

You finished your drink with one raise of your hand. When you lowered your glass, you watched as he raked his fingers through his hair, bringing it full out of his face. It was then you recognized him.

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Now I know where I’ve seen you from.”

He looked confused. “Now? You didn’t know this whole time?”

“No. You looked familiar, but I couldn’t place you.”

The look on his face was a lite one. He softly scoffed and raised his bottle to his head, and took a few gulps of his beer. When he lowered it, he spoke again.

“That’s refreshing. I’m not used to people not recognizing me.”

“That must suck. I couldn’t imagine living my life under suck a microscope,” you said without thinking. When you realized what you’d said, you glanced at him and tried to backtrack.

“Uh—what I mean is--.”

He smiled and shook his head. “It’s okay. I know what you mean. I’m Chris,” he replied, holding out his hand to you. When you touched his hand, you were surprised by how soft they were. He’d never used them for manual labor a day in his life, you thought.

“Ajali,” you responded.

“Aja—li, he slowly repeated, trying to mirror how you said it.

“Yes.”

“Wow, that’s a beautiful name, very unique,” Chris noted.

“Thank you.”

“What do your friends call you, Aja?”

You looked at him after raising your hand to the bartender, signaling you’d like another.

“Why? Are we friends?”

Chris smiled and dipped his head down, making his hair fall into his face. He looked good with long hair and this grizzly beard combo. Again, he raked his fingers through his hair before he looked at you.

“We can be. We can be good friends if you like.”

Searching his eyes, you tried to find evidence in there to match the flirtatious tone of his voice.

“What if my husband isn’t into that?”

Chris smiled and turned his body to you. “You don’t have a husband. From the first time we bumped into each other, I noticed you’re not wearing a wedding ring, nor do you have any tan lines to signify you’re hiding one.”

Raising your eyebrow, you allowed his words to sink in. “I could have--,” you began.

“—Kids? Nah, you were alone the first time outside and again on the deck when I passed you and the night in the dining room and even at the show.”

He’d been watching you.

“No, I’m not stalking you, I promise,” Chris quickly spoke up. “Plus, even if you had kids, it wouldn’t matter. I like kids—they like me.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments. When you got your drink, you took a long sip.

“So you’re alone here on this family Disney cruise. That alone deserves a question,” Chris continued.

“It does. You’re also alone on this same family Disney cruise,” you countered. Chris nodded and took another sip of his beer before he leaned closer to you.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” he whispered.

There was no way you were going to divulge personal information to a stranger, no matter if he were Captain America. You spun to face him, then uncrossed your legs to recross them. His eyes dropped to your thighs, and that told you what you needed to know. He was on this cruise for hookups. Scoffing, you finished your drink.

“Your eyes just told me yours.” You slipped off the barstool and stood before him, leaning in just a little. “I hear Disney cruises are the place to be for after dark entanglements, and you’re in the right place. Have a good night.”

You walked away, not giving him a chance to respond. Instead of moving to another bar, you decided to leave. You’d heard plenty of rumors and stories of Chris Evans and his booty calls, and you were not impressed. He was clearly here for easy, strings free sex. You’d heard more than you needed to about how he met his hook up buddies and just not was textbook. You were not here to be another notch in his bedpost.

-The Next Day-

-The Dominican Republic, 11:10 am

As you walked through the ship, everyone was abuzz with excitement for the first port. You were also excited but not to disembark like everyone else. You’d been to the Dominican Republic plenty of times and had no intention of going out today. You had a plan, and it was to soak up the quiet and empty ship. You wanted to get a spa treatment, a massage, and soak in the hot tub or the steam room and allow the essential oils to work their magic on the tension coursing through your body.

“Attention passengers, we are officially docked. I’d like to be the first to welcome you to the beautiful Dominican Republic. As you disembark, a reminder that we will be leaving port promptly at ten o'clock. Please be on time, ladies and gentlemen, and enjoy your days.”

While everyone was walking in one direction, you were walking in the opposite. Everyone was decked out in their beachwear and sunscreen, and you could tell these kids planned on swimming every inch of that beach. The ride on the elevator was a quick one because you were going lower than everyone else. The spa was on the first level below water. The pamphlet advertised it as being one with the sea thanks to the unmatched view of the ocean and life under the sea. You were excited.

Once you got to the spa entrance, you smiled, seeing that it was completely empty.

“Welcome to Aqua Spa. My name is Vikki.”

“Hi. Am I the only one?”

“You are the first here. Between you and me, I don’t expect many guests being the first port and all,” the blond wearing a sea blue uniform said.

“Excellent.”

“Have you reserved?”

“Yes, Ajali Rambaue.”

You watched her scan the computer screen before her. It didn’t take her long to smile again.

“Ms. Rambaue, welcome. I see you’ve booked the clearing treatment, a gold facial followed by the milk and rose oil bath,” Nikki listed.

Just her listing off your treats had you even more excited. Nodding, you confirmed. She returned your smile and ushered you through the spa. You could already see the blue hue from the portholes, and it bathed the entire spa in the same blue. It felt as if you were gliding underwater, completely immersed with the other creatures.

“Right this way.” You followed her into the room and gasped. The entire room was completely blue, and the sight before you through the clear window was breathtaking.

“Incredible, isn’t it? I guess you can see why they named her Enchantment.”

Maybe Lali’s splurge wasn’t so bad, you thought.

“So, the clearing treatment is an intricate one. You can change behind this screen as I prepare the room for you and your therapist,” Nikki explained.

You stepped behind the glass screen that immediately frosted once you were behind it, then began undressing and listened to her explain the treatment.

“Not only is it an incredible treatment, but it stretches to about three hours from start to finish. World-renowned masseuses and acupuncturist Jadenna Sole designed it. He aimed for it to restore the body’s balance. It does this through a mixture of Eastern and European techniques.”

When you stepped out, you were wrapped in the towel and sighed, seeing the newly lit candles that warmed the room. If you were doing a couple’s massage, this would have been the perfect atmosphere.

“It begins with a full-body exfoliation with sea salt and Indian Kama oil. After your therapist will perform a lymph system massage, and that will prep the body for your Swedish massage. After that, then your body will be wrapped in neem black clay, and you’ll sit and allow it to seep into your pores. Then you’ll rinse and sit in your milk and rose oil bath to then rinse again, and the finishing touch would be an intricate blend of oils and herbs rubbed into your skin that will help your chakras realign,” Nikki finished.

You were impressed as hell. You’d never expect a treatment like this on a cruise. It was more something for Manhattan among the rich. As you got comfortable on the table, you could hardly contain your excitement. When your massage therapist arrived and introduced herself as Marta, you prepared yourself to be shot into space. Massages were your thing. Lali joked that massages were your love language.

When Marta began the exfoliation process, it was relaxing enough for you to nearly fall asleep. You hadn’t realized how tense you were these last few days. You blamed Javii. It was all his fault. After twenty or so minutes, Marta rinsed you then really got started with the massage, all the while putting her back into it. She was a lot stronger than she looked. The pressure was perfect, and the scents from the oils were sublime. In no time, you were drifting from the ground into the sky.

After an hour, your mind was completely blank, and the knot between your shoulder blades was nearly gone. Marta made a few comments on how tense your muscles were and gave pointers on how to prevent locked muscles. You listened as she spoke and tried to retain the information, but you were too distracted with how relaxed you felt. By the time two hours had passed, your muscles were putty, and Marta was now on your gold facial.

This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten one. You and Lali often got them together as part of your sisters day. They were good for your complexion and elasticity. Your mother often stressed that collagen loved you when you were young but liked to play hide and seek the older you got and that you should cherish it and do all you could to maintain your healthy skin. You and Lali listened. After Marta finished applying the mask, you laid back and listened to the sounds of the classical music playing and drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke, it was time to wipe the concoction off and dip into your milk and rose oil bath. The warmth of the mixture had you moaning. There was something so luxurious about lounging in milk like you were an Egyptian queen that had you feeling like a boss. The mask that was applied to your hair was slowly hardening, so you fought the urge to dip your head back. Instead, you leaned back onto the cushions and sighed again.

The silence in the room was just what you needed. Any stress you’d been feeling was a distant memory now. This was just what you needed, you thought.

“Who knew milk and rose oil could be so relaxing.”

Your eyes snapped open as you looked from side to side, trying to see if someone was beside you. The tub pods were empty, and from what you could see, you were alone.

“I’m glad I took Nikki’s recommendation for this over the peppermint soak,” the voice spoke again. You recognized it. Spinning around, you saw a bare back behind yours. He was close enough to touch.

Chris turned around to face you. His face was painted with a mask, only keeping his eyes and lips visible. You quickly forgot your state of undress, but you somehow knew of his. Your eyes dipped down to his bare shoulders and the hair that laid across his chest. You saw a peek of two and a possible third tattoo, and your curiosity piqued.

“Fancy seeing you here, Ajali,” Chris said as his eyes dropped lower. You looked lower on yourself to see your breasts almost out of the milk enough for him to see some nipple. Quickly you sunk down and turned back around, facing your back to him.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Same as you.” You sighed and hugged your legs to your body.

“Shouldn’t they have men in a separate room or something?”

“I’ve seen a naked woman before,” Chris informed with a scoff. You turned around from the tone of his voice.

“I bet you have. You’ve seen plenty naked women.”

Chris turned to face you with his brows knitted together as if he fully got your meaning.

“Just what are you insinuating?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does. Are you suggesting that I came on this cruise to sleep with unassuming women?”

You shrugged and turned back around, keeping your back straight.

“Wow, that’s insulting. Where do you get off?”

You remained quiet. He must have taken your silence as more judgment because he spoke again.

“I didn’t come on this cruise to snake myself into someone’s bed. I came because I needed a change of pace, some breathing room. Hollywood gets confining, and the more confining it gets, the more I feel like I’m—suffocating.”

Slowly you turned to look at him. His back was turned so you trailed your eyes over the exposed skin of his back and saw peeks of more tattoos. The man was getting sexier with each passing minute. His shoulders were broad and looked incredibly strong. The low light in the room didn’t help you see anything else, but you could more than imagine everything else.

“So, the confines of a ship wouldn’t feel suffocating?”

Chris turned to look at you.

“There is Hollywood confinement and this. This is not confinement. I have freedom here; I’m not watched like a hawk. Yeah, someone will recognize me here or there, but they are so respectful. For the most part, it is always quick. Plus, I don’t mind talking to the kids.”

This was the second time he brought up kids, you thought.

“Plus, now I’ve met someone who seems to have no problem telling me I’m a whore.”

Immediately you snorted loudly then laughed. “I never called you that.”

“Hinted at it is just the same as saying the words,” Chris accused.

You smiled and sighed, and your eyes lingered on his.

“It’s refreshing again. A lot of women will say what they think I want to hear or be how they think I want them to be.

“Not me.”

“Not you.”

It was said in unison. Once both of you realized what you’d said, you laughed together.

“It must be something having women fawn all over you.”

Chris shrugged, and again your eyes fell to his shoulders, and that is where they remained.

“Something is the word. It gets old, though—real quick.”

When your eyes met again, he held your gaze. “I’m sure men fawn all over you too.”

You took a deep breath and sighed out. “I’m sure they don’t.”

Chris snorted and gave you a “yeah right” look.

“I’m sure you’re full of shit. You’re a beautiful woman.” His eyes dropped below your face again, but they quickly came back up.

You turned your back to him again and stared into the milk and oil concoction. He wasn’t wrong, though he wasn’t right either. Men didn’t fawn over you. Yeah, you got attention from men a lot but to go as far as saying they fawned over you was a stretch. You didn’t notice any man besides Javii for the last three years.

“This is supposed to be a relaxing spa day for me. Maybe we should cut the talking out and just enjoy the rest of it,” you suggested, a little salty he’d reminded you of what you’d come to forget.

“Sure thing,” Chris softly answered.

The two of you remained in your separate bath pods without speaking one more word. However, you were aware of his body and every move he made. His body gave off this energy that felt like your body reached out for. So instead of fully relaxing, you’d spent the time fighting the sway of your body or the urge to slink closer.

An hour later, you were in your clothes again and feeling ten times better than when you’d walked in. You thanked the staff and gave a generous tip, then left. When you got into the elevator, you leaned on the wall and sighed. As the doors closed, a hand stretched out, preventing it from closing. Chris then stepped onto the elevator with that stupid grin.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he joked as he pressed the six that was already lit up.

“Is six your floor too?”

“Maybe.” He nodded and leaned on the wall beside you.

The two of you rode the elevator and looked outside the glass enclosure to the ship and even the ocean outside.

“They did a fantastic job with the ship. Even though you’re not on an island right now, you feel like it’s still a tropical vacation.”

You nodded, agreeing with him.

“Do you come on Disney cruises often?”

You shook your head. “No. This is a first.”

Chris lit up and smiled widely. “Wow. It’s been a while since I’ve met a first-timer.”

“I take it you’re not.”

“Nope, veteran. I come on a cruise at least once a year and go to Disneyworld and land twice a year,” Chris excitedly bragged.

“Oh, a little boy trapped in a grown man’s body,” you teased.

Chris chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Eh, nothing wrong with being a little boy.”

“Only if you aren’t that way because you refuse to grow up,” you responded. Chris looked at you and kept his eyes there. The ding of the elevator brought your attention back to the dial.

“Six.”

You walked out the door, then turned left and proceeded to your room, wondering the whole way if that was a bitch thing to say. You had to learn to censor, you thought as you scanned your wrist and stepped into your room. Peeping back, you saw Chris still walking to his room with his head dipped low as if he’d lost his best friend.

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I ALMOST NEVER SEE ANYONE WRITE ABOUT ARAN SO IM JUMPING IN- ;-; Can I ask for his girl helping him relieve some stress, massaging him and his hands then just a nice cuddle session after..? also Ive been shy to hop in but hi you're pretty and Id love to be friends with you ;-;

UMMM A BIG ACCOUNT LIKE YOURS THAT JUST REACHED 1.25K followers (congrats beb!!) peeps my work ?? And compliments me + gave me my first Aran requestttt ?!

*faints*

I feel like this is a proposal and the answer is YES boo 💍🥰 friendssss 🥺🤗

Anyway I hope you like it newest friend💞

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Some Aran Ojiro x Reader Romance 😩🌹

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you and your boyfriend Aran haven’t been able to see eachother much in the past year at all

He just made the Japan National Team which meant he was practicing and travelling all the time

You two keep up with nightly Facetime dates every night which is great but he almost always falls asleep on you in the first 20 minutes

sleepy muffin that we love so much

You don’t blame him considering his training regimen.

When he wakes up he’s literally talking your ear off apologizing because he feels like a shit boyfriend for falling asleep every time

“I did it again and I know you say it’s fine but it’s not. I’m so sorry Y/N. When I get home, I promise I’ll make it up to you baby girl, I promise. Have a great day Queen and remember I’ll be home to spoil you in 10 days. You’re not ready. I love you! Peace!”

As you lay in your empty bed the next morning, you just smile at the video of him apologizing to you while he is running around his hotel room to get ready for morning practice

Your man works so hard but he never fails to make sure he’s the first thing you see when you wake up and the last person you see before you fall asleep. It’s endearing

He is super super busy being a professional athlete but that doesn’t stop him from making you feel special in the little and big ways

Sometimes, he orders you breakfast or dinner from your favourite brunch or sushi spot that you two like to go to so that he can put a smile on your face when he’s travelling

All he asks in return is a cute selfie of you in your pjs and messy bun with the food and that is the only thank you he needs

Seriously send it though or he’ll spam your phone lol

Can I tell you a funny story related to your mans sweet foodie gestures?

Okay so One random night last weekend.....

You heard a knock on the door of your condo and you quickly paused your Netflix movie to dust the popcorn crumbs off Aran’s t-shirt you were wearing

You opened the door excitedly thinking it might be another Uber Eats surprise from your boyfriend but instead you see a grumpy looking Osamu standing in the delivery guys place

“Your boyfriend is annoying.” Osamu deadpanned as he glanced at you once before letting himself in.

“Uh, Nice to see you.....too, Osamu-san.”

Samu murmured something in response grumpily and went over to your kitchen island to place down a large brown paper bag.

“Stupid professional volleyball playing friend and brother,” He muttered under his breath. You watched him take out lots of food from his restaurant from your spot by the door, by the look (and amazing smell) of it the bag was packed with all your favourites. You were thrilled even though the grey haired boy in your kitchen wasn’t.

“Look at me! I’m Aran. My stupid Uber Eats app won’t work from mutant-spider Australia so instead of just chilling like a normal person I call and beg my very handsome and very successful restaurant-owner friend to make my girlfriend all her favourite dishes and drive them over in the middle of a rain storm. A rain storm!”

You held your ground back at the door (knowing good and well not to get in the way of Samu when he was in one of his signature bitchy moods) as a smile crept on your face. It felt like someone was squeezing your heart as you watched Osamu comfortably rummage through your cabinets and find your dishes. He plated your food beautifully like the professional chef he is, all while mumbling angrily under his breath about his quote unquote “Simp of a best friend.”

When he was done with the food, Osamu also pulled out a bottle of your favourite wine from his restaurant that only Aran knows about and poured you a glass perfectly, swaying the liquid around first to make sure it was rich. Satisfied but still annoyed, Osamu cleaned his restaurant’s paper bag contents away and then walked over to your spot on the couch to take a handful of popcorn. Still a grump, he met you back at the door.

Samu looked down at you with the irritated expression you’ve become accustomed to over the years.

“Aran also told me to give you this.” He deadpanned before leaning down to kiss the top off your head then left. You smiled, unable to stop bubbling over in giggles because you knew Aran just added that to annoy his affection-challenged best friend. You poked your head out to the hallway of your condo building, seeing Osamu’s retreating figure you sang:

“Thank you, Samuuuuuu! 🎶”

Effectively adding to his annoyance just like your boyfriend would have wanted you to.

Without looking back, Osamu just lifted up a cool peace sign that your boyfriend and the two brothers were notorious for.

That trio, man.

dinner that night was the best you’ve had in forever

Not only was it delicious but

You realized that very night that your boyfriend was the most remarkable human in the world and you didn’t deserve him

You checked your phone as you sipped your wine because you received several texts from your boy asking where his picture of you eating is and also asking how funny Samu’s reaction was

You giggled as you read the text and then you had an idea! 💡

You put down your phone and quickly changed into some lacy lingerie for the picture:

Your boyfriend always asked for simple ‘rates PG’ pics because he loved to see you bare faced and wearing his big clothes. It was so cute to him.

he would make each new picture you sent his two backgrounds on his phone and he relished in the fact that you were so beautiful when you didn’t try

You knew this, but you also knew that your man deserved a little ‘sumn sumn’ for making tonight so special for you 😉

You put on a little sultry makeup to go with your sexy number and went back to the kitchen to your food and wine

You took a much sexier picture than he would ever expect

Actually you chose to send him a boomerang:

one of your hair slightly disheveled and your tits basically out despite the lacy cover. You pressed the wine glass to your red lips and winked in the boomerang, wiggling your hips ever so seductively

•••

in a luxurious hotel in Australia, your stunning boyfriend just finished his shower in his hotel room

He dried his face with a towel and opened his iMessage app on his phone... effectively ignoring the:

“🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼it’s done.🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼”

text from his best friend Osamu and clicking your name instead

Aran swiped left on his phone hoping to see another cute picture of his girlfriend being sent to him that makes his day the brightest but what he actually sees instead almost makes him drop his phone out of his wet hands

No Deadass he almost dropped it! it slipped out of his hands 4 times

His heart beating because of his phone but mostly because you were the finest woman he’s ever seen, he replays your sexy boomerang 30 times, literally engraving every detail about you into his mind. If his teammates weren’t so nosy he’d love to make what you just sent him his background on his phone......but that wouldn’t work

He really treasured you and what you sent though. For Aran, the next 9 days at this Global Tournament could not go by fast enough.

Aran’s never asked for naughty pictures from you not once because he doesn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but seeing that you did it on your own, of course it made him want to skip his National game tomorrow just to fly back and make love to you all night then rub your back the way you like until you fell asleep

Mans is in LOVE, you feel me?

He wanted to show you just how treasured you are for sticking by his side through all this travelling shit. He wanted you to always know you were his queen even if he was miles away

So, by you sending this sexy Boomerang and treating him like a King even though you didn’t have to, your man fell even harder for you

He had so much planned when he came home like always: spoil you with a shopping trip with your girls, a romantic spa trip for you both and a trip to the amusement park, but it seemed so far away now

Frowning, Aran texted you back a paragraph telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he was to have you in his life for a plethora of reasons

He Facetime’d you for the expected classic 20 minutes while you wore that lingerie BUT he actually stayed up for 36 minutes because he was fighting sleep like a damn boxer. He wanted to see you... but of course his fatigue got the better of him and he fell asleep with a big smile on his face because you whispered goodnight

•••

the next day, after sleeping in, Aran woke up for his first tournament game and did all of his pre-game rituals which included calling you, and his best friends Kita & the twins.

He proceeded to his 6:00pm game as planned in the grand court of Sydney.

Aran sweetly signed autographs and Jerseys with his name on it that fans and little kids eagerly presented to him before and after the game that they had won.

“Mr. Ran’! Mr. ‘Ran! Volleybwall is my most favouritest sport to pway , too! Can I have hug???” Asked a particularly bouncy little African-Australian girl in the crowd. Aran glances at the dad for permission and upon granting Aran nodded kindly and picked up the toddler so she was propped up on his hip. The girl wrapped her miniature arms around the big volleyball star’s neck and squeezed tightly. Aran chuckled in his deep voice, exclaiming an “Ow! You’re a strong one, aren’t you? A future Ace for sure.” The little girl gasped at her idols words and hugged him harder. The dad had to literally rip her out of Ojiro’s arms because she didn’t want to let go.

“Don’t break the volleyball player, honey. They’re sore.” Said the father to his daughter.

Aran reached in his gym bag to collect a clean tournament shirt from his bag and handed it to the hysterically crying little girl. “Sore is an understatement. But....here, ‘future Ace.’ When you make the National Women’s Team and I’m the one at one of your games, maybe you can give it back to me.”

The little girl’s whole life was made as she immediately stopped crying and smiled widely, hugging the shirt close to her chest as if it might disappear if she let go.

Because he was a teddy bear and wanted to sign as many kids memorabilia as possible, plus give the youth encouraging messages....Aran usually stayed an hour or two later than the other players after their away games. Telling his teammates to go on ahead back to their hotel without him

HE’S PERFECT 😩

Sore as hell and more tired than ever after his big games, he picked up his phone to call you on his way back to the hotel

He loved hearing your voice it was so soothing to him

No answer. He tried 5 times.

Thinking you were probably working hard from home, Ojiro dragged his feet past the hotel concierge and used all of his slumped body weight to push open the door to his hotel room.

He didn’t remember it being this dark in here or even shutting off the lights when he left, but being too tired to care he dropped his huge bag on the floor, gripping his aching shoulder as he took one step to the right to flip on the lights

When he did, he had to rub his sleepy eyes because he couldn’t believe what he saw

“Y-Y/N?!”

Standing in the middle of his hotel room, you smiled brightly and ran to your boyfriend, wrapping your legs around his waist in a koala hug. You wore that lacy number you used in the picture you sent him last night. Your man stumbled back from the impact and overall surprise but once he was stable he hugged you back tightly.

“Oh my God, you look incredible, what-what are you doing here?!” He asked, still in disbelief.

You pecked his lips and jumped down. “After last night I missed you so much. So I just called into work, booked a 9-hour direct flight and now I’m here! I’m staying for the rest of the tournament. Hi, handsome!!!!” You had so much happiness and light in your eyes that it literally woke up your boyfriend by contentment, even though he was just on the verge of collapsing on his bed from fatigue minutes ago.

He grabbed your face softly in his large hands and tilted your head up towards his to give you a proper kiss, letting you know how happy he was through the kiss.

You pulled away. “Whoa! Someone’s happy to see me!” You poked his tummy.

“An understatement—Wait, what is that?” Finally looking away from your face for the first time since he entered his room, Aran looked behind you in awe. There was a rather large massage table set up in the centre of his suite.

“Oh, that old thing?!” You questioned playfully as you jogged over to the big table and showcased it with your hands like a Wheel of Fortune prize girl. “I tried to book a massage for you for tomorrow because I know you always forget, but they were all booked obviously so I just asked the guy downstairs—after name dropping you—if they could bring this up and they had no problem with it!”

Aran looked at you incredulously so you continued. “Lay down, babe. I know you must be sore after your game. I ordered food for you too but they said it will be up here in an hour and a half. So, I’ll get out some of your kinks now, we’ll eat, and then I can massage you more until you fall asleep.”

Aran couldn’t believe this was happening.

“But you just got off a flight, Y/N! You must be tired, too! I couldn’t possibly—“

You gave your boyfriend your best Osamu impression with your seriously annoyed frown. “Aran. You do everything in your power to make sure that I’m feeling more than amazing every single day even when you are halfway across the world. So now since I’m a mere halfway across the room, I want to do this for you. Please. Let me return the favour.”

Feeling too tired to bicker and knowing you meant business, your big man gave in. He removed his shirt when you asked and settled face down on the comfortable table.

You put on some soft r&b and took out the essential oils you bought from the spa and began to give your man a sensual but remarkable rub down, taking immense care in soothing his muscle pain in his legs and back

You listened for his groans when you reached particularly sensitive spots on his back and spent a lot more time in those areas

When you were massaging his shoulders you made sure to lean down every few minutes to kiss the side of his neck and Aran would sigh in delight every time.

“Y/N. I know you want to get all of my kinks out and trust me this feels amazing, but, if you keep kissing me dressed like that I’ll stop this massage to make love to you on this table. Okay?”

You giggled and smacked his booty.

“Kay.” 😇

When the food came, you and Aran opted to sit on the couch and eat, feeding eachother and kissing and just being all cute n shit—🙄

A/N: Can you tell how jealous I am?

After dinner and your night routines, you told your baby to give you his hands in bed.

you lotioned them in between your smaller ones and gave him a long, much desired, kneading hand massage in the pitch black room until he was on the verge of falling asleep.

“I love you, Y/N.” whispered Ojiro, his deep voice slower because he was half asleep. “Please be here when I wake up....” He whispered before succumbing to a deep slumber.

You stopped your massage, kissed both of his hands and cuddled into his warm body.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, Aran.” You closed your eyes too, feeling sleep wash over you as well.... “I’ll always be here.”

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angelaiswriting · 4 years ago

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Long Day | Jäger x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Jäger x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: Y/N’s had a long day at work, but Marius is there to help her relax.

✏️ A/N: just a little something to console a friend with. @kind-wolf hopefully you’ll enjoy 💛

✏️ Warnings: hopefully fluff ??

✏️ Word-count: 1,667

✏️ Translation: Schwiegermonster = monster-in-law (lol my new favorite word in German apparently 🤷🏻‍♀️)

LONG DAY

Marius had called off his night with the boys when Y/N had come home from work, shoulders curved under the weight of the shitty day she had had and a long sigh passing past her lips. He had been on the phone with one of them — Dominic, most likely — and she had barely picked up his words as she had been left with energies enough only to focus on one task at a time.

“Love?”

Her hand missed the hall stand and her coat fell to the floor with a soft thud, and had it been a different day, she probably would have cared. But not tonight.

He reached her in the hallway just as she was taking off her shoes, but it was the scratching of the dog’s nails on the floor as she most likely scrambled down the couch to hurry behind her favorite human that drew a smile upon her face.

“Long day?” he asked, taking a step closer so that he could tilt her chin up.

She knew he could read the exhaustion in her eyes and while she usually hid it well — or could generally handle it better —, she had been left too drained to even try and attempt to put on a mask. “You could say that,” she chuckled instead. Tired as she was, she couldn’t stop her head from leaning into the hand he had moved onto her cheek and she looked up at him.

“Do you want to vent?”

He took another step closer and before she could pick up with him, he had his arms wrapped around her waist as his head tilted down to rest on the crown of hers. Words failed her as she found herself trying to sigh the exhaustion off of her and after a while, when the dog sniffed her leg and pressed her nose against her pants, she shook her head no.

“Are you leaving at the same time as usual?” she asked softly, lips moving against the soft cotton of his shirt.

She had missed having him home; coming back from work and finding him tinkering with stuff in the garage or chilling on the couch or even trying his best in the kitchen was a million times better than meeting him behind a screen, with miles and miles separating her from the location of his current mission. And while she didn’t mind him taking time for himself to meet up with his buddies, she wasn’t exactly in the mood to be left alone tonight.

The way he said that nah made her smile and exhale loudly from her nose, but right then, he pulled back to look down at her. “I told them I’m not going. You look like you need me more than they do tonight anyway.” When she frowned, he cupped her face and gently shook it from side to side a couple of times as he smiled. “Let me be the caring husband for once,” he chuckled, pecked her lips, and finally pulled back completely.

Maja jumped up on her and her weight suddenly dropping against her tore a ugh! from Y/N’s lips.

“Yes, I missed you, too,” she cooed, hand scratching underneath the dog’s chin.

Maja had always been a great helping hand when it came to relaxing. She greeted you with her one-year-old-puppy energy, but then it was almost as though she were a sponge for anything you wanted to kick out of your system. A look at her, a boop of her wet nose against her, the happy wagging of her tail, and suddenly the world felt lighter and the room she was in turned brighter and more spacious. Most likely just an illusion, but certainly one she always welcomed with open arms, whether her man was at home as well or away for work.

“Do you want me to cook you something? I thought it’d be your usual pizza night but…”

“No, I just need to unwind.” Eyes still on the dog, she scratched behind her ears before allowing her back down on the floor. “I just want to soak in the tub until someone comes and tells me I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.”

Marius’ deep chuckle made her smile and when Maja scurried away to go curl up among her toys once again, he put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side as he accompanied her to the stairs. “You’re the owner, no one can stop you,” he whispered in her ear before picking her up and walking up the stairs.

She laughed for a moment at that, before she pressed closer to him and left a kiss on his cheek. “You know, I’m tired but I can still walk.”

His Let me pamper you for once, woman! was repeated a second time when he put her with her feet back down on the tiled floor of the bathroom and turned on the faucet of the tub. “I know how to do this,” he half-smiled as he poured body wash into the tub and then turned to look at her.

Then, when he straightened up, he turned towards her and all he needed to communicate was a look. She stretched one hand out for him to grab while her other one came up to remove the hairpin that had kept her hair away from her face for the whole day. A throbbing headache had started spreading right in that area and she felt the skin of her scalp was tense and sore.

Marius’ fingers were deft on the buttons of her blouse and then on that of her pants. He worked on her clothes in silence but then, when his gaze settled on hers as his hands slid underneath the cotton of her blouse and then down her shoulders, pushing the garment down with the movement, the smile he sent her way almost felt like a breath of fresh air.

He undressed her and when he took her hand in his to help her get into the bubble-filled bathtub, she let him do.

“Thank you,” she hummed.

Her eyes closed of their own accord, eyelids suddenly heavy and muscles ready to relax in the warm embrace of the water. She didn’t remember the last time she took a bath — surely months before, most likely to help Marius wind down after a fight or a long mission, she couldn’t be sure — and although she preferred to stick to her much quicker routine in the shower, she found herself basking in the feeling of extreme relaxation this moment brought along.

But then she startled with a gasp when her husband spoke from behind her as he knelt down to pull her hair out of the way of the water. “So, how did this morning go?” he asked.

She had imagined he had left the room when silence had fallen, but part of her was glad and almost even relieved that he had stayed.

Her answer was a groan as her eyes fell shut once again. She had told him about the ‘bad thing’ she had done and he had joked for a moment to try and lift her spirits at the prospect that lay ahead. And while that whispered Schwiegermonster of his had made her chuckle the day before on the phone, she had found herself being annoyed at that unexpected change in routines.

“What do you think?” she huffed, a second before his fingers on her scalp tore a soft moan of relief from deep down her throat.

“I could take care of the problem for you,” he proposed, lips grazing against her temple as the comb he had in one hand started combing through her hair. “Give me one morning with her.”

“Yeah, sure,” she laughed, opening her eyes and tilting her head back a bit so that she could stare into his eyes. They were almost twinkling under the lights of the bathroom, and the grin he had on his face made her lazily shake her head from side to side before she let him go back to combing through her hair. “She’d be able to get in touch with your superiors and have you called back to England in a heartbeat.”

He hummed in response. “She’s free to try.”

Silence filled the room again. She allowed herself to enjoy the gentle scalp massage he was giving her, the comb now forgotten on the floor after he had brushed the rare knots out of her hair. It was warm and cozy and the more he worked on her, the more her headache faded and her body seemed to relax.

At some point, outside the closed door of the bathroom, she heard Maja frisking down the corridor, ready to fall asleep in her bed right at the end of it.

“If I were to take my mother to work and come straight back home tomorrow,” she started, voice slow and low, her mind closer to being asleep than it was to being awake, “would you spend the day in bed with me? I feel like I need to sleep for half an eternity.” Her words stumbled one upon the other as she spoke, but she didn’t care, for he seemed to understand her just fine.

“Of course,” he hummed, his lips brushing against her temple once again, her right one this time, and his hands trailed down her arms until he had her hands in his. “Just directly call her a taxi and stay home.”

His words were tempting and when his fingers tickled her lower belly, she found herself giggling with her eyes closed, the back of her head resting against his shoulder. Before long, she mumbled out a fuck it and turned her head to the side to press a kiss to his lips.

“I might as well do just that,” she grumbled before she sat up when he moved around to grab her sponge.

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hiddles-evans-hallucinations · 4 years ago

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How Did We Get Here? - 5

Summary: The pictures of (Y/N) and Chris keeps on getting out in the media for the public eyes. The fans are going crazy, but as they tried their best to hide it and keep their relationship to themselves, their feelings to flaunt each other is bigger.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: AGE GAP

Note: a sucker for a fluff and fanfics or imagine that makes me UWUUUUUU so imma push myself to write and smiling like an idiot the whole time for the last chapter!!! // Also using celebs paparazzi shoot’s pics bc it kinds of matches with the mood I’m going for. And for the last chapter I’m using dakota and jamie cause they’re really cute on and off set. HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

*gifs and pics are not mine*

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Chris and I had to fly separately to Italy for the premiere, I was there first as I was talking to Judd when I heard a loud scream from the fans. I look to my left and found Chris smiling (gif), escorted by two men in black suits.

My face lights up when I see him, but apparently it looks like he already saw me first before I did.

He looks so good.

Chris waves to the screaming girls as he approaches me and swing me around. “Hi, handsome.” I whisper.

He pulls away and take a look at me. I was wearing a black dress. Chris bites his lower lip as he checks me out. I pull out my tongue and scrunch my nose at him making him laugh. “So beautiful.” he said with a hand on his chest.

“Don’t cry now.” I pat his shoulder making him laugh again.

The fans were screaming as we talk to each to each other. “KISS!” one shouted and followed by another loud screaming from them. Chris and I laughed as we hug each other one more time.

The premiere was like usual, we spend time sometimes together for a quick interview sometimes we do it alone. I spend most of the time talking to people, taking pictures with fr I was so tired and my feet hurts that when everything and everyone seems to forget about me and I’m glad, I ask Pammy to take me to the SUV in the parking lot to chill.

The driver turn the AC on and leave me alone as I texted Chris.

(Y/N): ‘I’m probably gonna go before you, my feet hurts so bad.’

As I lay my head back and put my phone on my stomach, just when I was about to shut my eyes, the door was open. “There you are.” Chris said as I smile tiredly at him.

“I just texted you,”

Chris pulls his phone out of his pocket. “You did, baby?” he checks his phone and nodded. “Oh yeah, you did.

“How did you know I’m here?”

“Pammy told me.”

I nodded my head. “Right, she loves you that much, she’d spoil where I am hiding to you right away.”

“Were you hiding from me?”

I shook my head smiling goofily. “No.”

He jumps into the seat next to me after calling the driver.

I stay quiet the whole ride, I didn’t even know where we’re going, we did make plans that we would stay together on tour since we didn’t have any other movies to shoot currently. Pammy told me that tomorrow or in 1.5-hous is Chris’ birthday, I have his presents in my suitcase just before I flew here. I had to double check to Wikipedia to make sure Pammy isn’t fucking with me.

“Hey, did you booked the hotel already?”

Chris turns to me, his eyes are tired, “Of course, booked it two-weeks ago.” I look at him surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I wanted to spend my birthday with you.”

I raise my brow at him with a smirk. “Oh... so you’re telling me tomorrow’s your birthday?” Chris smiles, amused. He slides his arms around my waist shifting me closer to him, I shyly place my head on his shoulder as he puts another arm on my stomach and rest his chin on my head.

“Do I get a special treatment for my birthday?”

I chuckle.

“Special treatment? You wish.” I huff.

When we arrived, there’s no paparazzi, Chris let himself out first, and as I was putting my heels back on, Chris opens the door for me. I smiled at him, puckering my lips as he leans forward to kiss me quick.

He grabs my heels and carry it for me. I just can’t stop looking at him and think of how lucky I am to have him. Chris is hands down the most kind and caring person I have ever met in my life and now me being with him, I just feel more and more lucky every day.

“I need to go to the bathroom first, give me the spare key.”

I was thinking if Chris went up first I can ask for a cake for him upstairs. But, of course, “No, baby, I’ll wait for you.” I can’t help but smile.

I look around if I can have the front office guy look at me. As the guy, take a glance at me, I gesture him to follow me. Chris was looking at his phone, so for now, I’m safe to make a plan.

“Can I help you Miss?”

“Could you please send a slice of cake to our room at 11:58 on the clock?”

He looks back to Chris then to me. “Right, what kind do you want?”

“What do you have?”

“We have the cheesecake, red velvet, classic chocolate-”

“Classic chocolate it is.” I said to him with a smile. “Thank you. And I need one candle, and also please don’t knock, at 11:58 I’ll be right out.”

He smiles back at me as I make my way to Chris whose eyes wanders around the interior design with its historical pictures on the wall.

We walk into our room with him still carrying my heels. I didn’t let go of his hand until he has to open the door. I’ve never felt like this before and it’s weird, I never dated guys who were older than me until Chris, but with him, my heart race like I’ve never been before and I feel safe and I never felt like this dating guys my age.

I look at my phone it’s 15-minutes until his birthday, Chris took off his jacket and say, “I’m gonna go shower.” I nodded my head. “I’ll do it in the morning, I’m too tired.” He smiles and kiss my head.

Every time he kisses me, or even just a peck on my forehead, it sends electricity through my veins.

I take off my dress, grabbing one of his white t-shirt and put it on as I remove my makeup while he was in the shower. I check my phone once again, 5-minutes.

Chris walk out wearing the bathrobe and threw himself to be, opening his arms wide for me as I jump next to him making him chuckle.

I keep on counting the minute.

“I’m gonna get a drink, do you want some?”

“That’d be great, thank you, baby.” I peck him on the lips and make my way out to the door.

The guy from the front office stood there with a slice of chocolate cake with the candle in it. I specifically ask for one candle, ha, because of course, who likes it when your candle drizzles down to your cake? Nobody.

He lit it up for me as I walk slowly to the bed and sing, “Happy birthday to you..”

He looks at me with the cutest reaction (gif).

“Happy birthday dear Chris... Happy birthday to you.”

I stood there for a second, biting my lower lip nervously at him as he stood up. Kissing me passionately before looking at the cake and back to me. “Make a wish.” I said.

He shuts his eyes for a minute and blow the candle.

“Thank you, (Y/N)..”

“The surprise isn’t over yet!” I said handing him the cake and went to my suitcase to get his present.

Chris placed the cake onto the table near us and open the present and pout in response of how cute it is.

A matching sweater for him and Dodger, his got Dodger’s face on it and Dogder’s got Chris’ face.

“Oh man... this is the cutest thing ever...”

I look at him excitedly, I knew he’d like it because if my puppy’s still alive and someone give me those sweaters for my birthday, I would probably cry.

“Thank you, I love it.”

I kiss him once more.

. . . .

I took a shower when Chris was still asleep, and as I was having breakfast in the balcony looking at the view of Venice, I open Instagram and uploaded a picture of us together on set.

‘Happy birthday America’s ass @chrisevans there wouldn’t be Nala if Benji don’t exist. You are the reason many people smile today, including mine.’

I smiled at the picture, it was the first time we had our kiss on set but many more off set. I put my phone and eat my breakfast with my feet up on the balcony wearing bathrobe and a towel wrapped around my head.

A solid ten-minutes later, my phone didn’t stop buzzing from the notifications. I remember I turn off my notifications for Instagram. “What is going on..” I look it up and there was people tagging me in a photo by Chris.

‘IS THAT @(Y/N/L/N)?!?!?!?! OMGGGGGGG!!!!’

‘Tell me that’s her and I’ll die happily’

‘Omg they’re spending his brithday together i can’t do it.’

‘ITS HEEEERRR!!!’

It’s a picture of me, right now.

‘Buongiorno, Venice.’

I look back and find him leaning against the door looking at me. I blushed.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, birthday boy.”

Chris walks to me and kiss my cheeks.

“You’re so sneaky.”

He laughed, “You look so good baby, I can’t just do it!” he jokes making me laugh.

“Shall we go for a date today?” he ask.

I nodded.

After we went for a brunch, we were standing outside of the restaurant looking at the view. Chris has his hand wrapped around my waist as we talk about how we’re going to work “us” out when our schedules are busy.

“Well, you’re more famous than me so, I can make the time for you.”

He pfft’ed me. “No, I’m not.”

“Oh yes. I mean, aren’t we supposed to be ready if things doesn’t work out?”

He stays silence.

“But, it sucks if I have to meet other people or see you with someone else and I have to adapt to someone new, I don’t think I want that anymore.”

I nodded my head, I feel the same way, I know I might be younger than him but exchanging one man to another is never my style. I’m not saying I’m ready to get married but, it’s nice to just have one person for as long as you also want it.

Meeting people constantly sucks, and I feel too comfortable with Chris that I know for sure I never felt anything like this before.

“You’re right.” I said.

Chris just looks at me and say, “Gosh, I love you.”

My eyes widens in shock.

“W-what?”

Chris’ face turns blue, even green and yellow looking at my reaction. “I’m sorry was that too soon?”

I bit my lower lip, I am so nervous.

We just stood there in silence, looking at other ways. I can feel tension between us in this silence, but I know I feel the same way.

“Chris?”

He turns to me.

“I love you too.”

His face lights up, the biggest smile I’ve seen.

“You do?”

I nodded my head as he grabs me by shirt closer to him and kisses me passionately. Deep and passionate, and we stay like that for as long as I wish it to be.

And he said, it was easy to love me, but little did he know that it was easier to love him and it’s hard not to.

I want time to stop ticking just for us.

Articles about (Y/N) and Chris:

‘Chris Evans and co star (Y/N/L/N) shares a passionate kiss in Italy!’ - X

‘It’s official! (Y/N/L/N) finally taking it to public with Chris Evans!’ - X

‘(Y/N/L/N) wishes Chris Evans on Instagram. The reason she smiles today!’ - X

‘Chris Evans take (Y/N/L/N) on a romantic stroll in Italy holding hands.’ - X

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pxnk-velvet · 5 years ago

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Momma Bear (d.d. Imagine)

Summary: Y/n, David’s best friend, gets a little protective of him around ig models

Warnings: cussing, fluff, ig models, horrible writing (its my first imagine, i know it sucks)

Word Count: 1.5k

“I’m home bitches!” I scream, entering the house, kicking my slides into the pile of shoes at the door. I drop my bag onto the pool table and turn to be greeted with smiles and waves.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” I question, leaning against the back of the cloud, leaning over Natalie. The closeness normal after a decade of friendship. Many memories made and shared with her and David was right beside us.

After moving to Vernon Hills, I was the lonely new girl in the neighborhood. Up until the day a soccer ball flew through my living room window, and I was the only one home. A group of kids stood outside the broken window, guilt written all over their faces. But I wouldn’t have changed a thing, because without that broken window I wouldn’t have found my best friends. Now years later, I stand in the living room of the house I shared with Natalie and David. Natalie his assistant and me there just for fuck sake.

I lean against the couch fully, my arms wrapped around Natalie, my chin resting on her shoulder.

David emerges from his room, noticing me and Natalie, stating “We’re probably gonna swing by Stass’s house to chill.”

“Yippee.” I mutter sarcastically with an eye roll, groaning when David leans over top of me.

“What was that?” Zane asks, laughing at my sarcasm. Everyone’s attention turned towards me.

I go to answer, but David wraps his arms around me, picks me up, and spins me around. I remove myself from his grip, giving him a “not now” look.

“You guys know. Don’t be stupid.” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.

David grabs me by the shoulders and shakes, “Why do you always skip out on stuff whenever she’s around?” His hands falling from my shoulders.

“Because it’s always Stass and then some.” I explain.

Natalie looks over her shoulder with knotted eyebrows, “And then some?”

I sigh, not really wanting to deal with this, “Either Kelsey, or Cindy, or some other fake instagram girl.”

The group bubbles with responses. Either defending, agreeing, or compromising. The chatter loud and obnoxious at this point. I sigh and roll my eyes like a complete brat. Which wasn’t normal. Yeah, I can be moody sometimes, so what? But being this bratty is on a whole other level.

I turn and leave, heading towards the kitchen to grab a drink. I get to the fridge and pull the door open. The cool air hits my face, allowing me to take a well needed deep breath. I open my eyes, my mood lifting a bit.

I scan the shelves for an appetizing beverage. And they land on the bottles of Coke. I grab one, taking the cap between my teeth and popping it off. One of my few talents. Not really a show, but people are still somehow amazed.

By now everyone had died down a bit and David walks over to where I’m sitting in the kitchen.

“Please come. Just this once. I’ll get you something.” He kissing up. I rolled my eyes with a knowing grin, sipping on my soda.

“Hmm…” I pretend, holding my chin in thought, “Anything?”

“Anything.”

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I walk through the doorway with a large chocolate milkshake in hand. Already preparing for a night of anti-social-ness of sipping my shake. Everyone is greeted by hugs from whoever, while I stand towards the back of the group, near the wall. David is already out of sight, putting me on edge. I knew how these girls acting around David. I wasn’t a fan. It’s also part of the reason why I’m not around when they are.

Once the group dissipates throughout the house, I get a better look at who’s here. Stassie, the blonde one that’s best friends with Kylie Jenner. And Kelsey, the one from that one vlog with fake lips and botox. And then a few others I wasn’t too familiar with.

I was still by the door when everyone had gone to the living room. I follow quietly, walking into everyone scattered along the large couch. With no space to sit, I wander towards the kitchen. I peak around the corner, sipping my shake with my other arm hugging my waist. In the kitchen, people were fucking around on the stripper pole... A stripper pole in your kitchen? Odd. I squeeze by Zane, who was pretending to pole dance, and almost knocks me over.

“Could you be a bit more careful on that, Zane?” I speak up, stepping towards the counter.

“Alright, Momma Bear.” He jokes back, earning an eye roll from me as lean on the counter.

David nudges me lightly, asking, “You ok?” Camera in his hand, recording whatever is going on.

I let out a sarcastic laugh, “I wanna go home.” I say, grabbing his new disposable camera sitting on the counter between us. I mess with it a little, probably touching things I shouldn't be, a flash going off in my face.

I yelp, rubbing my eyes, David laughing next to me. I mock his laugh, something me and Natalie did all the time.

He laughs even more, then Stassie buds in.

“Hey, Y/n, right? You think you could snap a pic of me and Davey?”

“Sure.” I smile on the outside, groaning internally.

Stass stands next to Dave, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek. David smiles but I could tell he’s uncomfortable.

So I make it quick and stand back with the camera in my hand and count down, “3, 2, 1.”

Click

I snap a picture of Stass kissing David. Not on the cheek like I thought she was. She had managed to kiss him on the lips, to which David and I both react.

“Woah! What the hell are you doing?” I push her away off of David as he turns away to wipe his mouth.

“What the fuck, Stass!” He says, almost as angry as I am. She just rolls her eyes, saying, “Like you didn’t enjoy it.”

And that’s what did it for me. My blood was boiling and my teeth clenched.

“What in your right mind made you think that was ok?” I yell, stepping closer to her. My yelling had caught everyone’s attention and they were all tuning in.

“It’s not! If this was the other way around and some random dude kissed you, you wouldn’t be too happy would you, Stass? Huh?” I continue, basically in her face.

“Y/n,” David tugs on my arm, “Maybe it’s time to go.”

Breathing deeply through my nose, I look him in the eyes. They were soft and pleading. I gave him an agreeing look, “Go ahead, I’ll meet you in the car.”

He gave me that pleading look again but listened. I turn back towards Stass and by now Kelsey had joined her side.

“If I ever catch you pulling shit like that again, your done for.” I threaten through clenched teeth. “You too.” I point to Kelsey.

I turn hard on my heel, stomping out of the house, milkshake and camera in hand. I get in the car, slamming the door just a bit too hard, making David look at me.

“Hey-“

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I huff, putting the shake in a cup holder and dropping the camera in my lap.

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When we got home, the first thing I did was throw away my hot, melted shake. David decided to get some editing done before having to go back to pick everyone up. He was in his bedroom, while I stood by the trash can in the kitchen.

“What a waste.” I mumble to myself, tossing it out and heading towards my room. I turn the corner and enter my room, falling onto my bed.

“Hey.” David pipes up from the other room.

“What?” I say into my sheets. After a few moments of silence I sigh and sit up. Through the new Black Mirror that was situated right in front of my doorway, David stared at me, leaning against the doorframe to his bedroom with his arms crossed.

I run a hand through my hair, “Are you mad at me?” I ask quietly. I watch him as he pushes off the frame and turns the corner, entering my room.

“No but-“ He sits next to me.

“But what?” I question, throwing myself back, laying down. David following suit, using his arm as a pillow.

“Why don’t you like them?” He asks, turning towards me.

I kept my gaze on the ceiling, “Cause, they only want to use you David. Can’t you see that?”

After a short pause, I spoke again.

“And… as your best friend, I feel the need to do something about it because it’s not right…..but we aren’t kids anymore and we’re all grown up.” I say getting teary eyed. I finally turn to look at him. His eyes glossy as well. He reaches for me and I lay on his chest, allowing him to play with my hair, engulfing me in his arms.

“And you know how I get...Especially with you.” I say, playing with my fingers.

"I know bub." He laughs sweetly, "But now it looks like I should be the one doing the protecting."

I shot up, testing him, "Just because you're a lot taller than me doesn't mean I still can't kick your ass." I laugh.

“Yeah?” He smiles.

“Oh, it’s on.”

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 6 years ago

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When You Least Expect It: Part Three

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Jensen x Musician!Reader

A/N: This is a slow burn fic that I have been working on for a while. Its a story I wrote for myself and just wanted to share with everyone. Yes, the “Dee” in the story is who you think, but there is no intended hate on her or their actual marriage. It is a work of fiction, that is all. Part three is from Jensen’s POV. There is also a playlist to go along with the series.

Series Playlist: “When You Least Expect It” (Spotify)

Series Summary: After a hard breakup, Jensen decides to throw himself into organizing a Music Festival in Austin that is meant to raise money for a few of his most cherished charities and organizations. As he throws himself into planning it, he stumbles upon a spirited, undiscovered performer, who he convinces to come aboard to help plan and coordinate the event with him. What transpires after that takes both Jensen and his new friend, by surprise. But when their respective pasts come back just before the event kicks off in Austin, they will both have to decide if the unexpected feelings are worth perusing, or if they should just walk away and go on with their lives.

Series Warnings: Language, Break-Ups, Angst, Fluff, Smut (that’s it for now)

WC: 3.5K

*Banner created by me; pics & gifs found online

Jensen was fucking cold.

He didn’t start feeling the chill set into his bones until they made their way back up the beach towards where he left his car. They chatted casually on the walk back, mostly about the festival, and Austin itself, but when they reached her front door he found it hard to say goodbye. Unless he was mistaken, he got the vibe that maybe she didn’t want too, either.

They stood outside her door for another three or four minutes and she finally noticed his body trembling.

“Hey, why don’t you come inside? After all, it is my fault that you’re shivering. I think I have some clothes here that may fit you alright since you’re completely soaked through.”

“It’s fine. I’ll make it back to the hotel alright,” he said through chattering teeth.

“Nonsense, come on. Besides, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together over the next year. Might as well start getting used to you being around all the time.” She winked and unlocked the front door.

Stepping into her bungalow, he felt instantly comfortable in her space. The furniture was older, but it was still in decent shape and very cozy. The couch was draped in oversized fleece blankets with a few plush throw pillows. There were nautical decorations, pictures of fishing boats all over the walls, and even the curtains covering the small kitchen window bore anchors and sailboats. A small hallway divided the room, separating the living room from the eat-in kitchen that led to the bedrooms and single bathroom.

“Cute place,” he said after looking around. “Not exactly what I would have imagined your taste to be.”

She laughed. “Not my taste, at all. This was my dad’s house, long before it was mine. I just never wanted to change it after he passed.”

“Oh,” Jensen replied, “I’m sorry.”

“Thanks. It was a long time ago, but, thanks…” she trailed off for a moment but came back around. “Let me get you those clothes so do you don’t develop pneumonia on my watch.”

Y/N disappeared down the hallway, and Jensen took the time to really look at the pictures that lined the walls. He saw a small girl, and boy slightly older standing with a man in his forties on the dock. Beside them was a fifty-plus foot fishing boat.

“That’s him,” she said upon her return and pointed to the man in the photo. “That’s my dad, Monty, and that was his boat, Song of the Sea.”

“Cool name. That’s you, then?” he asked, pointing to the girl beside Monty.

“Yep, that’s me, and that’s my brother Dave.”

“Is he a fisherman, too?”

“Nope. He’s a dickhead. I don’t know what he does for a living now. We haven’t talked in years.”

“Oh…”

“Clothes,” she said and handed them out to him. “If you’re hungry I have some leftover pizza in the fridge I can warm up. It’s from Saw Mill.”

“I am down for some pizza,” he smiled, feeling quite content with the direction the evening took, despite his dip in the ocean. “Is there a place I could change?”

“Yeah, down the hall, last door on the left.”

Jensen found the bathroom and stripped out of his clothes. The room was blessedly warm, allowing his skin to unfreeze the moment the wet clothes had been removed. He borrowed one of the towels that had been hanging on the back of the door and used it to dry his hair. Once he had on the fresh set of clothes, he paused and looked at his reflection in the mirror. It was the first chance he had to be alone with his own thoughts since arriving at the Bamboo, and as his own green eyes stared back he didn’t know where to begin processing it all.

Twenty-four hours ago he was laying in his hotel bed, dreaming about some mystery girl, and now he was standing in her house, about to gnaw on some pizza and discuss how she’s going to be working with him over the course of the next year.

Are you out of your fucking mind? He silently asked his reflection. He decided he must be, but he also decided that he didn’t necessarily care. When he searched his genuine feelings, the ones he kept very close to the vest, he was happy. He felt good about making her the offer and even better that she accepted it. The other ones, the tangled mess of clingy, fawning emotions that bubbled so close to the surface were the ones he didn’t want.

You can get to know her, be her friend, without it turning to sex. Certainly, no feelings. This is work. She’s smart and creative and will be an asset to the team bringing this to life, he said to himself, almost like a mantra.

Then, out loud. “It can’t be anything more… It. can’t. Whatever you think you feel… you don’t. It's just--”

A soft knock at the door interrupted his train of thought. “Yeah?”

“Sorry, I just wanted to see if you wanted a beer with your pizza. I have water and some apple juice, or--”

“A beer sounds great,” he replied. “Be out in a minute.”

It was quiet again, and he assumed she must have walked away. Remembering their earlier exchange on the word, he didn’t want to take the chance she would hear him. One beer, one slice of pizza, then back to the hotel and tomorrow back to Vancouver. You got this, his inner voice promised himself.

Two beers and two slices later, Jensen was sitting criss-cross applesauce on Y/N’s floor, with her next to him and a photo album depicting her years in drama club productions in front of them.

“Oh, this one,” she started and pulled it from its plastic sleeve pausing to look at it long enough for one of those soft, reflective smiles to touch her lips. “This is from when we did Grease.”

“That’s you there?”

“Yup. I was the understudy for Sandy. The lead they cast was a healthy specimen, so I got to play one of the Pink Ladies instead.”

“I bet you would have made a kick-ass Sandy,” he teased and took a closer look at the picture.

She snatched it from his fingers and returned it to the album. “Nah, I was way too wild to be Sandy. The girl they cast was purity defined. She did a great job. Frenchie, maybe, or Rizzo… I could have pulled off Rizzo.”

“Now we’re talking. Rizzo, she was my favorite. I always had a thing for the bad girls,” he mused with a devilish grin before finishing off his second beer.

“Want another?” Y/N asked and got up from the floor.

Jensen considered it and waved her off. “Nah, I should probably get back to the hotel.”

“Right…” she mumbled and opened the fridge to grab herself another beer. “I mean, it's after two. If you wanna crash in the spare bedroom, it's open.”

“You’d be okay with that?” He watched her reaction closely. Yes, they had grown close in the day they spent together, and he was oddly comfortable with the idea of crashing at her place. But he didn’t want to seem as if he was continually pushing himself on her.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

“Not sick of me yet?”

“I was sick of you after you spilled the tea all over the table. But,” she paused to shrug and grab a second beer from the fridge. She handed it to him and continued, “now, I dunno, I’m kinda used to ya.”

“Alright, sleepover it is,” he chuckled and sipped at his beer.

He liked Y/N, a lot. Physical attraction aside, she was someone he enjoyed spending time with. She made things easy; the business talk, the ‘get-to-know-you’ banter, all of it. Y/N made just sitting on her floor looking at old pictures fun, and that wasn’t something he’d had much of in his life, as of late. All the drama, and push ‘n pull with Dee has sucked him dry. Fun and easy going hadn't been on his radar in a damn long time.

Jensen was growing more than a little curious about her. She was a mystifying puzzle that he felt compelled to put together so he could see the whole picture of who she was. Yet, he also knew that it wouldn’t be an easy task. Y/N didn’t strike him as the kind of girl that would give away all her secrets or feelings to just anyone. He was going to have to work on it, but if their day together so far had been an indication of her willingness to one day let him in, he felt pretty confident that they could be really good friends.

“So, I gotta ask…” he started, not exactly hesitant on asking, but on how to ask what he wanted to know. “Earlier, when you dared me to polar plunge… why add the song in?”

“Joy to the World?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N closed the album and drew in a subtle and slow deep breath, drawing her knees up into her chest then taking time to consider how to respond. In the quiet of the room, she found Jensen’s eyes and held on to them. He saw hers growing damp at the corners and watched her ignore the one, lone tear that slid down her cheek.

“When I was a kid, I had a bunch of phobias. Some were normal, some, not so much. It got really bad after a while, and my dad tried everything to help me. One day, we were going to the market, and for some reason I was so, so scared to go in. It was summer vacation, and I was gawky and awkward. A bunch of Bennies were hanging out in front and I was petrified to walk past them,” she saw the confusion on his face and clarified. “Bennies are what locals here call the people that come here for the summer.”

Jensen nodded in understanding and then unknowingly mimicked her position and rested his chin on his knees as he listened on.

“Anyway, he said to me… ‘they aren’t going to say a word. I promise’. I said that I didn’t believe him. Trust was scarce in those days. My mom had just left, and everything was upside down. So I even had trouble trusting my dad, the one person I loved more than anyone in the world. He said, ‘Y/N, I’ll bet you anything they don’t’. We finally came to the arrangement that if I was wrong and he was right, then I had to give him the benefit of the doubt the next time something like this came up.”

“And if you were right?” Jensen asked.

“Well, I then got to embarrass him in public by making him walk around and sing Joy to the World. It was the song he hated the most,” she laughed at some long ago memory that she kept to herself, and lingered in it for a while. “But, I don’t know, it just became our thing… he’d say trust me and when it was super important that I did, he would simply say, ‘I bet you Joy to the World that I’m right’.”

Y/N cleared her throat and tightened the grip she had around her legs. This time when she caught Jensen’s gaze, he noticed the tears had finished falling and that her soft smile was directed at him.

“That’s how I knew I could accept this offer and trust you. You did it without question. The fact that you sang the song and committed like you did… I knew my dad would’ve told me to trust you. He would have bet--”

“The world,” Jensen finished for her.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

“So, did he have to sing it that first day?”

Y/N chuckled. “Nope. They didn’t even give me a second glance as we walked by.”

“Did he ever have to sing it?”

She lapsed into her contemplative expression, but only for a moment before bringing up her alluring (y/c) eyes to meet his. “Only once. But that’s a story for another time. I think we should take the opportunity to talk about Austin and when this is all going to happen.”

For another hour Jensen and Y/N talked and planned her move to Austin. Exhaustion was finally setting in and neither of them could keep their eyes open. Y/N showed him to the spare room and turned to walk back up the hallway to her own room. Jensen said goodnight, and before he could turn to go it, he saw her pause at her door and look back at him.

“Jensen... I’m sorry if I was cold to you when we first met. I tend to put up a pretty high wall sometimes. I hope you didn’t take it personally.”

“I didn’t.”

“Ok, good. I’m glad the day went the way it did. You surprised me. Not many people can surprise me. I take back what I said earlier. You’re not a shitty actor,” she said with a playful twitch of a smile. “Night, Hollywood.”

Jensen woke a few hours after going to bed and while he wasn’t exactly rested, the four hours he got was enough to energize him to reach the airport. It was a long flight back to Vancouver after all, plenty of time to sleep then. He didn’t want to miss his last chance to see an East Coast sunrise.

Tiptoeing through the bungalow, so as not to wake Y/N, he quietly opened the front door and stepped out into the autumn air. The day was dawning bright with a cotton candy sunrise over the ocean and barely a cloud in sight.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he heard Y/N say.

He whipped around and saw her sitting on the small bench to the side of the house. She had a blanket around her shoulder and a steaming cup in her hands.

“Coffee?” she asked, holding it out to him.

“Bless you,” he sighed gratefully and took the cup. To his surprise, he found she took hers just how he liked his.

She moved over on the bench giving him room to sit and watch the sunrise. He closed his eyes and relished in the luscious taste of the coffee as it warmed his throat.

“Thank you,” he said, handing it back.

“Keep it, that was my third cup,” she chuckled, then reached over to the side of the bench and pulled up her guitar resting it on her lap and lightly strumming the strings.

“Won’t the neighbors complain?”

“They would, but there aren’t any. All these places are summer rentals. Closest year-round neighbors are the Sinatra’s down the beach.”

“Seriously? So, it's just you out here almost all year long?”

“Yup.” She nodded and continued to strum the guitar. The melody she was plucking was familiar, and after a few more beats Jensen came to recognize it.

“That song…” he started and then felt his heart start to beat faster as he realized where he remembered it from. “Its… shit!”

“Well, damn, tell me how you really feel,” she snorted, unsure if she should be offended or laugh.

“No! I Didn't mean it like that. I can’t remember the name of it, but it's familiar as hell. Actually heard it in a dream the other night,” he admitted without realizing how close he came to adding ‘a dream about you, in fact’.

“Oh! It's from Grease, You’re the One That I Want, but like, way slower,” she shrugged. “After talking about the play with you last night, it got stuck in my head. I couldn’t sleep, so I made coffee, grabbed the guitar and came outside to wait for sunrise.”

Y/N looked away from the guitar and over to Jensen. She watched him curiously for a moment, still playing, and with each passing note the song became clearer and clearer in his head. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, and he wondered if she felt whatever it was that sat between them. In the span of thirty seconds, he had at least a dozen “I wonder” thoughts cross his mind.

...if her heart is pounding, too

...if she dreamed the song, too

...if she couldn’t sleep because she was thinking about me like I was thinking about her

“I got chills, they’re multiplying, and I’m losing control,” she sang, in a breathy whisper that matched the volume of her guitar. “Cause the power you're supplying….”

Her voice gave him goosebumps across his skin, running from his wrist all the way to his neck.

She trailed off with singing but continued the humming the melody as she plucked the chords and brought her gaze to settle out on the horizon. Jensen wished she had kept singing; he wanted to beg her too, but he was afraid that speaking would break the magic of the moment.

From the other side of the yard, a loud buzzing was coming from Jensen’s car. His brow furrowed trying to recognize what it was, then suddenly jumped up and put the cup down on the bench before jogging through the cold sand to the car. When he came back, his cell was in hand as he was scrolling through messages.

“Completely forgot about this last night,” he mumbled to himself. “Yiiikes.”

“Missed a lot, did ya?” she asked, still strumming.

��Yeah. Looks like there was a change in my flight again. Jared has called at least half a dozen times, and about five texts from work. Good times.”

“Sorry I took you off the grid. Just blame me,” Y/N shrugged.

He watched her for a second and realized how carefree and easy she could be when she was comfortable around someone. There was an aura of calm that surrounded her at times and he wanted to absorb it like a sponge. He felt settled around her, and that was something he could get used too.

“I’m not even a little sorry, though, I guess I should get my ass in gear and get back. But…” he trailed off and went back to his phone, pulling up his calendar, “let’s figure out exactly when I should book your ticket to Austin.”

Y/N stopped strumming and gently rested the guitar on the ground beside the bench. She thought for a minute before replying. “I would need at least two weeks to get my shit together and tie up loose ends. So, let’s say, the 18th?”

“Yeah, that works for me. I may be in Vancouver, but I will make sure everything is all set for you.”

Before Y/N could say anything else, his phone started buzzing again. He answered it and began pacing between the house and the car. To give him some privacy, Y/N grabbed her guitar and went back into the bungalow.

Not five minutes later, Jensen came back inside and began to gather up the rest of his stuff to change, but she waved him off. “You can wear those back. Just junk them when you’re there. They belonged to my brother. Doubt he’ll be here anytime soon.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” she snarked, making it clear brother Dave was a sore subject.

“Alright, well, I guess I should head back. I got the 18th in my calendar, and I will call you when I have more details about the flight and apartment. I’m really looking forward to working with you on this.”

“Same here,” she said and boosted herself to sitting on her kitchen counter. “It's gonna be a good time.”

Jensen had hoped she would see him to the door, and maybe even get a chance to touch her in some way; a handshake, maybe a hug, even. But she didn’t budge from the counter and he wasn't going to push her boundaries.

“Thanks for last night, the whole thing was a lot of fun.” Picking up the car keys from the table he moved towards the door, pausing one last time in hopes she’d come to him,

“It was my pleasure. The guys loved having you at the Bamboo. Save travels, ok? I’ll see you in two weeks.”

And just like that, Jensen felt discouraged, like maybe he had imagined their connection this whole time… had he? He tossed the keys up and caught them, and gave her a firm nod.

“Yes, I will. Two weeks. Take care, Y/N. We’ll talk soon.”

When he was sure she wouldn’t budge, he slipped out of the house and exhaled a rush of air from his lips when he reached the car. He got in, started it up and quickly backed down the dirt lane. Pausing before reversing out to the main drag, he threw it into park and rested his head against the headrest.

“You’re a jackass,” he mumbled to himself. “A grade A, idiotic, jackass.”

Hours later, while Jensen was mid-flight, pensive and unsure, obsessively replaying their entire day and night together, his cell phone started to vibrate from way down in his pocket. When he unlocked it and saw the text notification, he smiled.

From Y/N: “Hope you landed safely. Don’t wanna lose the job before it starts. Take care, Hollywood. Can’t wait for the 18th”

And just like that, he was smiling again.

Good new is, you don’t have to wait long for Part Four!! Its already done and ready to post. Will have it up soon :)

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swampgallows · 6 years ago

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I love seeing your Warcraft rave posts, and I've discovered a lot of new music as a result! Do you have any songs you associate with particular characters?

I’ve had this post in my drafts forever because it’s hard to call up the memory on command, so when I remembered them I’d come back to write them down! not all of them are rave music necessarily but hopefully they’ll still be new tunes :)

I’ve since added pics and fixed links, so this post is now under a cut!

In alphabetical order:

Anduin Wrynn: Force & Styles feat. Jenna — Heart of Gold [Happy Hardcore]

In the happy hardcore scene this is a HUGE love song, like, people GET MARRIED to this song; it is an ANTHEM that has been played out to a point where people groan at the first note. So it can be kind of bittersweet for some people, but luckily I don’t have that association so I get to just enjoy it and think of a small golden boy.

(I do groan when it comes on though because it’s a whopping 8 minutes long and nobody ever mixes out of it early. They would never DARE)

“Another day has passed me by /Of shattered dreams, a distant cry /And a feeling that I’ve lost my world to you”

***

Bwonsamdi: Ozric Tentacles — Valley of a Thousand Thoughts [Psychedelic Rock]

If Bwonsamdi appeared in a Humongous Entertainment title, this would be his background theme song.

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Garrosh Hellscream: okay this is the real reason i’ve put off this post for so long, i’ve had a Garrosh Hellscream gabber/hardcore mix (and by “mix” i mean a continuous vinyl DJ mix on turntables recorded in one take) in the works for actual years and I can’t decide on how I want anything to go but please just know I (obviously) have like an entire trove of songs for he.

For now I’ll leave you with these two:

Sabaton — Carolus Rex [Power Metal] (thank you @swarnpert!) “All I see, give to me, that is my decree / My will be done”

Advanced Dealer — Hellscream [Gabber/Hardcore]this track is nuskool DOODOO but it’s got siege samples and a harpsichord so i’m contractually obligated to link it. Plus I messaged Advanced Dealer about pressing it to wax and he was like “nah” so I’m mad lmao“I will show you what it means to be called Hellscream!”

***

Jaina Proudmoore: Plumb — Damaged [Downtempo/Trip Hop] (abuse tw)

She has been through way too much.

“Healing comes so painfully / And it chills to the bone”

***

Jastor Gallywix: Julie Coulson — Big Time Operator [Hi NRG/Eurobeat]

I was so excited to get this ask because I’ve wanted to share this song with a Gallywix association so so so so bad hahahaha

“He’s a hard cash excavator / Mississippi alligator / All he wants is money!”

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Khadgar: The Shamen — Ebeneezer Goode [Rave] (drugs cw)

This song is actually about ecstasy/MDMA [”these F-in’ ‘E’s are good”] but the literal interpretation about an old man who’s the life of the party is spot on.

“But once you know he’s fun, and something of a genius / He gives a grin that goes around from face to face to face”

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The Lich King: The Police — King of Pain [Rock/Pop]

This one basically applies to the Lich King as a concept, as a bunch of different parts of it correspond to Arthas Menethil, Ner’zhul, and Bolvar Fordragon. Also I just really really really love this song and wanted to include it lmao

“There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out /There’s a blind man looking for a shadow of doubtThere’s a rich man sleeping on a golden bed /There’s a skeleton choking on a crust of bread”

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Maiev Shadowsong: Scott Brown — Now is the Time [Happy Hardcore]

Any version of this track works, but this one’s my favorite. (winks at @aeiroki)

“Now is the time!”

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Malkorok: Darrien Kelly & Scott Brown — Geleihoofd [Gabber]

It, uh. It means “jelly head” :o)

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Medivh: Scott Brown — The Stranger [UK Hardcore]

I first read The Last Guardian in high school and had started my deeper foray into hardcore, so these two are deeply, intrinsically linked. I get serious goosebumps hearing it again.

“There was a stranger who came into our town. He was tall, and dark, and had eyes that could look right down into the bottom of you.”

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Nathanos Blightcaller: Miss Nicky Trax — Hooked On You [New Beat]

(more like nathanas/sylthanos but w/e)

Not that anybody asked but I associate this track with Molotov Cocktease from the Venture Bros too. LOL

“I love him but I want you / Only for a day or two”

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Prophet Velen: Vinylgroover & The Red Hed — Hell’s Drums [Hard House]

I can’t really explain this one; I recently got a grip of hard house records and the moment I heard this one Velen just popped into my mind. Plus I’m a sucker for drumline stuff

“A master of time and space”

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Sylvanas Windrunner: :Wumpscut: — Wreath of Barbs (Prospero remix) [Industrial/EBM]

This is another old, old, old association. Like, vanilla night elf model Sylvanas and Myspace old.

“And bodies lay in decay / Dreaming of a greener day”

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Princess Talanji: Temperature Drop — Mosquito’s Tweeter [Acid Techno]

I can just hear her singing this and wagging her finger!!

“Wash out your mouth / Your lies are getting rusty” (original)

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First Arcanist Thalyssra: The Age of Love — The Age of Love (Watch Out for Stella Club Mix [Jam & Spoon]) [Trance]

I looped this a lot while doing the Insurrection questline lol. It starts with a quiet, somber heartbeat of a kickdrum, but watch out for the dentist drill…

“Come on, dance with me / Move your body, your life’s a beat”

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Thrall: Toto — Africa [Rock/Pop]

I’m not fucking around.

“Hurry, boy, she’s waiting there for you!”

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Tyrande Whisperwind: Eluveitie — Dessumiis Luge [Folk Metal (acoustic)]

This song, like many by Eluveitie, is sung in ancient Gaulish, and happens to be an old curse on Roman leaders set to powerful music. This has been *THE* Tyrande track for me since it came out in 2009.

“Etic secoui toncnaman toncsiíontío meíon toncsesit /Buetid ollon reguccambion exsops pissíiumítsoccaantí rissuis

(The small shall become great, the crooked become straight, and, though blind, I will see.)”

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Varian Wrynn: Ensiferum — In my Sword I Trust [Power/Folk Metal]

(don’t tell anybody but i usually kick this up to 1.25 speed lmao)

“Pull your blade in a blazing shore / She’ll never wait and may make war”

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Varok Saurfang: 3 Steps Ahead — I’m a H.C.M.F. [Gabber/Hardcore]

Thunderdome was the same weekend as Blizzcon 2017 so the BFA cinematic and 3SA are just melded together in my mind.

“Don’t try to stop him, you can’t hold him back / He’s a hardcore motherfucker, leader of the pack”

***

Vol’jin: Strawberry Alarm Clock — Incense and Peppermints [Psychedelic Rock]

Quintessential 60s track. Don’t you think he’d smell like them too?

“Dead kings, many things I can’t define / Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind”

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**BONUS**

Thraina (Thrall x Jaina Proudmoore): The Police — Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic [Rock/Pop]

MY PARENTS!!!! This is like a “young Jaina” song for me too. Weird that I’ve included The Police TWICE but the calliope is just so cute!!

“It’s a big enough umbrella / But it’s always me that ends up getting wet”

–

This list is pretty long as it is but if there’s a character you want, i can try to find a song for them. The ones above are just immediate associations rather than hunting for tracks that “work”. There are certainly more characters but these so far are the only ones that really stand out for me.

I also recommend @fitzefitcher‘s numerous playlists for everything from dungeons/raids to fanfics to ships!

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let-it-raines · 6 years ago

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CSJJ Day 2: I Have A Method

Summary: Finding your neighbor drunk and nearly passed out in the snow isn’t exactly a great way to become friends. But that’s exactly how Killian Jones becomes more of a friend to Emma Swan than he has been in their years of knowing each other. And it’s exactly how the both of them learn to be a little less alone.

Rating: Mature-ish.

A/N: Thank you to the organizers of @csjanuaryjoy and all of the participants in our lovely group chat. Make sure to check out all of the other fics and pic sets coming this month! Another thank you to the anon who sent me the prompt that inspired this story!

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She hates the snow.

It’s cold and wet and people don’t know how to drive in it.

She gets that visibility is low and there’s black ice and all of those awful things that happen in the snow to make the driving difficult, but it’s not totally necessary for everyone to lose their collective shit. And they don’t just lose their collective shit over driving or the negative things about snow. They lose their collective shit over the positive things.

People bundle up and run out into the frozen water – but not, like, frozen water that’s as hard and as solid as ice. – and lay down in it, soaking their clothes and bodies and likely catching pneumonia from the way they’re literally sitting in freezing water. It’s pretty, but it’s ridiculous. And it loses its appeal right as someone throws a snowball at her that ends up having tiny pieces of rocks inside. That hurts.

Mostly, she just hates being cold.

Yes, the clothes are cute and she gets to wear her favorite boots and a beanie that has a little puffball on top, but she’s freezing.

All. The. Time.

And it’s not like they’re even experiencing negative temperatures here but still.

She’s on her way home from work, the walk home from the station short and sweet, when she sees a pair of legs sticking out from the snow.

Is she living in some kind of snow-covered version of Wizard of Oz?

Winter of Oz?

Blizzard of Oz?

She’s cautious as she steps toward the figure, not knowing what she’s going to find, and as soon as she gets close enough, she sees that it’s Killian Jones laying in the snow with red tipped ears and a nose so cold he may as well be Rudolph.

It’s January. Rudolph is late.

“Jones,” she grumbles, squatting down next to him and waiting for him to respond.

He smiles, his eyes slowly fluttering open only to reveal the usually clear blue as a hazy, muted blue, nearly gray. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Are you drunk?”

His hand waves in the air while his lips form into a sloppy smirk. She swears he tries to wink, but both eyes close. “I may have imbibed in a few libations, and it seems that I may have fallen down on my way home.”

“Can you stand up?”

“I can.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“I’m comfortable,” he hums, his voice slurring the slightest bit, “but I am a bit chilled, love. Should probably go home and take a warm shower. Would you like to join me?”

She sighs, the realization that she’s going to have to help him home coming to her and filling her with annoyance. She spends enough time dealing with drunks and helping drunks as Storybrooke’s sheriff. She doesn’t need to be carting a drunk middle school teacher home at eight in the evening. But Killian is not a drunk, never has been unless he’s good at hiding it, and she’s not about to leave someone who’s a good citizen out in the cold to die when she can easily cart him home. Hell, he lives three doors down from her in their apartment complex.

“Alright, Jones. Let’s get you home.”

“I thought you’d…never ask.”

It takes a hell of a lot of stumbling and readjusting and carrying one hundred and eighty pounds of dead weight at least half a mile, but eventually she gets him into her apartment, dragging him to her bed and flopping him down while encouraging him to slip out of his clothes. That gets her a look, one that she knows would usually be flirty, but this one is mostly just sad. But she does get him out of his wet clothes and into some of David’s old sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt she has that’s a little too snug on him, hugging the hard lines of his stomach and arms that she saw while helping him change. It takes some maneuvering to get him under the covers, but she eventually does, tucking him in like a child and putting her beanie over his red-tipped ears before she walks into her bathroom and falls back against the counter.

“I’m going to have to sleep on the couch, aren’t I?” she whispers to herself, shutting her eyes and taking several deep breaths to calm herself down.

This is not how she wanted her night to go, but it’s probably not how Killian wanted his night to go either. It’s just one night. She can do this for one night, and then they can go back to acknowledging each other when they see each other and occasionally hanging out when they’re both at Mary Margaret and David’s. Sighing, she turns the sink faucet on and begins removing her makeup before washing her face and pulling her hair up into a bun. She doesn’t care how she looks, popping her contacts out and sliding on her black-framed glasses, and that’s exactly the mindset she keeps when she pulls on a pair of pajama pants with snowmen on them – Mary Margaret bought them for her for Christmas because they were ‘cute’ – and an old sweatshirt from college.

When she exits the bathroom, Killian’s sitting up in bed but still wrapped up, and as she gets closer, she sees that his eyes aren’t as glazed over as they’ve been for the past hour.

“Swan, I want…I want the…do you have coffee?”

“I do, but you probably need water and advil or something.”

He shakes his head furiously, her beanie rocking on top of his head. “No, no, coffee. I have a method.”

“A method? Since when do you get drunk enough to have a method?”

“Just the one day a year.”

“Yeah, and why the one day a year?”

“Tis the day my brother died.”

All of the blood in her head rushes to the rest of her body as the realization of what he said hits her. She didn’t know he had a brother. He’s never mentioned it before, but who brings up their dead brother to a neighbor? No one. But now he’s in her bed, mostly still drunk, and telling her that he gets drunk once a year on the anniversary of his brother’s death.

Fuck.

“Killian, I’m – ” She tentatively places her hand on where she knows is his thigh under her flowery comforter. “I’m sorry. I’ll get you the coffee.”

“Thank you,” he slurs, a single tear escaping his eye.

She turns on her coffee pot, letting it percolate and allowing the scent to fill her apartment, while rummaging through her medicine drawer – it’s like a cabinet but not – to see if she has any advil. She doesn’t, but she has aspirin. It works too in the grand scheme of suffering through hangovers. The coffee finishes brewing, and she pours him a cup, pockets the medicine, and grabs a Gatorade out of the fridge since he really needs to be drinking water or something and not coffee that’ll dehydrate him further. But hey, dude has a method.

“Hey, so I don’t know how you take…oh.”

He’s asleep, spread out on his side across her mattress and drooling against her pillow. That was fast. She quietly walks over to him, leaving the Gatorade and medicine on her bedside table before tucking him into the bed and walking back out of the room, turning off the lights on her way out.

“Swan.”

“Love.”

“Emma.”

Her eyes pop open to see a man standing over her, something that hasn’t happened in a hell of a lot of time, and it takes only a moment before she realizes that it’s Killian…and he stayed in her apartment last night…but they didn’t sleep together. It all comes back to her as she blinks herself awake, and with the way she’s waking up, she’d think that she was the one who was passed out drunk in a snow bank and not Killian.

“Hey,” she yawns, sitting up on the couch and adjusting her sweatshirt so it covers the bare skin of her stomach, “you’re awake.”

“Uhh, yeah.” He reaches to scratch behind his ear, his gaze traveling up to the ceiling while his jaw ticks. “Swan, not that I’m not glad to be waking up in your apartment, but I’m a little bit confused.”

“Do you…do you not remember?”

“I remember pieces, but none of it is really making sense. How did I end up here?”

“I found you drunk in a snow bank.”

“Shit. Really?”

“Really.”

“Did I, uh, did I say or do anything stupid?”

She’s not sure what to say. Overall, he was fine, probably the nicest drunk she’s encountered in a long while, but she’s not sure if she should tell him she knows about his brother’s death. That may be too private, and she doesn’t want to pry. But she also doesn’t want to lie to him. This entire thing is weird and unexpected, and while she was kind of pissed at first, the moment she realized he was grieving all of that faded away.

Or most of it.

Her back is killing her from sleeping on the couch, so that’s going to be a memory of tonight that stays for awhile.

“No, no. You were fine. It’s just – you told me why you were drunk. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Swan, no offense, love, but I’ve embarrassed the hell out of myself to you in the past twelve hours. I don’t really wish to do it again. I fear I’m not very good at talking about it.”

“Well, maybe another time then.”

“Maybe,” he smiles, even if it’s weak. “I’m going to go home and get dressed for work. Thank you for last night. Let me know how I can repay you. I’m in your debt, love.”

“Don’t think anything about it. I hope today is better than yesterday.”

“Me, too.”

She doesn’t see Killian for four days, not even in the hallway or on the stairwells, but she can’t stop thinking about him. It’s not that she didn’t think about him before. He’s been the star of some very vivid and inappropriate (in the that’s her neighbor and a teacher inappropriate and not a kinky inappropriate but do whatever floats your boat) sexual fantasies as well as someone who’s pretty easy to talk to, but she’s never actively thought about him before…while she’s awake at least.

Now she can’t stop.

It’s ridiculous.

There’s a knock on her door Saturday evening, one she’s not expecting, and when she looks through the peep hole, there’s a guy with a pizza standing outside her door.

“I think you’ve got the wrong apartment,” she tells the guy when she opens her door. “I didn’t order anything.”

He looks up at her door number before looking back at her. “You’re Emma Swan in apartment 310 B?”

“Yeah?”

“Then this is your pizza. It’s already paid for, tip included. I was just told to give it to you even if you protest.”

“Um, okay,” she mumbles, taking the pizza out of his hand and taking a step back into her apartment, “have a nice night.”

“You too, lady.”

She closes the door and locks it, unsure of what’s going on, before she plops the pizza box down on her kitchen counter and opens it up as the smell of cheese wafts in the air and invades her senses. A plain pepperoni and cheese pizza. Nice. Suspicious but nice.

There’s a note taped to the top of the box, grease coating the paper, and when she pulls it off, it opens to neatly written words.

Swan,

I’d like to both apologize and thank you. There are a million things you could have done differently about the other night, but you were kind beyond belief when you didn’t have to be. I don’t know what kind of pizza you like, so I got the classic. But there is stuffed crust. How could you resist that?

Anyways, thank you for everything. I’ll see you around.

Killian Jones

Apartment 310 E

Did the man really feel the need to put his apartment number? She knows who he is and where he lives? But it’s cute and a bit endearing, and it’s probably the reason why she walks out her front door and down the hall to his, knocking without thought of him being busy or not being home.

But he is home, opening the door after two knocks, like he was waiting or something, and he greets her with a bright smile and crystal blue eyes that are not hazed over by alcohol.

“You like pizza, Jones?”

“I do.”

“You want to come eat some? My treat.”

He chuckles before his lashes flutter against his cheeks. Damn, he has long eyelashes. Why do guys always have better eyelashes? That honestly seems like another injustice against women.

“I think that’d be nice.”

Killian joins her for dinner that night, and she learns more about him in two hours of pizza and beer – a singular bottle for him – than she has in her three years of casually knowing him. Turns out a guy doesn’t have a big filter around you when you’ve dragged him home drunk after being passed out in the snow. It really bonds two people.

Okay, so maybe not necessarily bonding.

But they both have the same opinions on the current plot West World – or maybe it’s a lack of a plot because they’re not really sure – and they both agree that David acts too much like a retired sixty-year-old man to be thirty. And they like the same pizza and beer, so it’s enough for them to spend two hours together on a Saturday night.

It’s not weird, which is the biggest thing. They’ve never spent much time alone together, or any time really when they’re both mostly sober, and she was expecting there to be awkward silences and stilted conversation…but there wasn’t.

At some point in the night Killian gets ahold of her phone, and when she checks it that night when she’s getting ready to go to bed in her newly washed sheets, she sees the new contact along with a picture of himself smiling down at her phone with his thumb in the air. She’s in the background, standing above him with her mouth hanging open. It’s unflattering in every way possible, but all she really cares about is how he got her phone and then figured out her password.

ES: How did you figure out my phone password?

She doesn’t even exit out of the texting app before he messages back.

KJ: Wouldn’t you like to know?

ES: I definitely would.

KJ: You’re an open book, darling.

ES: Yeah, no. That’s crap. Tell me.

KJ: Goodnight, Swan.

Oh, he’s just going to go to bed. He’s not going to continue this? He doesn’t want to talk more? Why does she want to talk more? What the hell is even happening?

Why does she care?

She doesn’t know if it’s because she doesn’t have much of a social life or if it’s because Killian doesn’t – it’s probably both – but somehow Saturday nights become their thing. Ruby is convinced they’re dating, and they’re not. Definitely not. Dating is going out to dinner or drinks. It’s not sitting in your pajamas with un-brushed hair trash talking television shows and eating junk food.

That’s…established relationship activities.

Or friendly activities. Yeah, friendly activities. That’s exactly what’s happening.

But then Saturday nights turns into all day Saturday and falling asleep on the couch with her head on his shoulder and their thighs pressed together without a care in the world. And then they wake up on Sunday and go out to eat breakfast all while bemoaning the sun coming out. Sometimes she’ll have to go into work, depending on her shifts, and Killian always seems to have papers to grade. He’ll often come to that station those times, his backpack full of ungraded assignments and grilled cheese from Granny’s just for her. They’d probably get a lot more done if they weren’t together as they always get distracted by something, but it makes life in the small town of Storybrooke a hell of a lot less boring.

She decides that she has a middle school deeply intense crush on Killian when they’re at David and Mary Margaret’s house watching March Madness. She’s just…not into sports. She likes them and thinks they can be entertaining, but she’s not about to wear another man’s jersey and get pissed over a college basketball player not shooting enough three-pointers.

“Oh come on,” David screams, slapping his hand against his thigh and spilling the bowl of chips he had in his lap, “how do you miss that?”

Killian snickers next to her, and when he wraps his arm around the back of the couch, his fingers finding her hair, she shivers at the slightest touch.

“Man, I love sportsball,” he jokes, his accent a poor attempt at an American one. “I like when they get the points.”

She chuckles beside him, a smile breaking out and lighting up her face while Killian takes a long, slow sip of his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he gulps. She has to hold in her own gulp.

“My favorite thing is when they touch the balls with their hands.”

She doesn’t realize what she’s said until Killian does a literal spit take, something she’s never seen before, and bursts into the heartiest laugh she’s ever heard fall from his lips. If anything, it makes her smiles, but then he’s laughing so fiercely that he turns and buries his head at her collarbone, his whiskers burning her skin in rough patches all while his lips continuously hit against her collarbone. The vibrations of his laughter are intense enough that she feels them all the way throughout her body, and she buries her own chin against his mop of messy black hair, tears falling from her eyes.

“What the hell are the two of you laughing at?” David spits, and the two of them pull back with flushed cheeks and aching stomachs. They take one look at his hands placed on his hips and the genuinely upset look on his face before dissolving into fits of giggles all over again. “This is not a joking matter. Duke is losing. That’s my alma mater!”

They get kicked out of the apartment with five minutes left in the game, the two of them never quite able to contain their laughter after Emma’s inadvertent hand job joke, but neither of them were really watching the game anyways. They amble back to Killian’s apartment, and when they get there, she props herself up on her island counter while he sticks a frozen pizza into the oven, setting the timer for seventeen minutes and twenty-three seconds like some kind of weirdo.

“Why that certain amount of time?”

He shrugs before stepping over to her, placing his hands on her knees and spreading them further apart until he can step in between them. She closes them, squeezing his hips, and he places his hands on either side of her waist. He’s so close that she can see every detail on his face from the blue of his eyes to the scar on his cheek to the way he’s got smile lines around his eyes and how there’s ginger tints in his beard. Her breath hitches, and he chuckles, low and deep.

They haven’t been this close in…an hour. But where earlier they were laughing, the air light, now the room is full of tension that she wants to break into a million little pieces.

“It’s the perfect amount of time,” he whispers, his breath hot against her lips though they don’t touch. She shivers, and his lips twitch upward.

“How do you know?”

“It took time to learn, but after awhile, you kind of just figure these things out. I have a method.”

He leans forward then, crowding her in, and she lets him, allowing him further into her space until he’s just…until her space is his space.

She’s not sure who moves first, but she blinks and suddenly his lips are moving over hers, tentative and subtle until she opens a little wider and moves her arms to tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. His lips are hungry over hers then and his whiskers are rough against her skin. When she nibbles on his bottom lip, her teeth harsh, a groan emanates from the back of his throat, and with how delectable that groan was, it takes her a moment to remember to soothe her tongue over his lip. When she does, he opens his mouth, allowing her inside, and when their tongues tangle together, she feels a mixture of headiness and happiness.

They pull back, but she keeps her eyes closed, not ready to look at him until her breathing and racing mind are under control. She takes a deep breath, readying herself, and opens her eyes to the most dazzling blue she’s ever seen.

“Hi.”

She chuckles, even if it’s small, before running her hands down his neck and holding them at his biceps. His found their way underneath her shirt about three minutes ago, and he still hasn’t moved them. She doesn’t really want him to.

“Hi. So, um, that happened.”

He hums, and she feels the vibrations in her lower belly. “It did.”

His voice is husky, broken, and she is an absolute goner for this man. “I’d like to do it again.”

“Me too, but I’m afraid the taste of your lips has ruined me for the pizza in the oven.”

“Oh wow, that was cheesy.”

“So is the pizza.”

The next time she kisses Kilian he tastes like pizza, and he was right. It doesn’t taste nearly as good as it did the first time.

At least at first.

They don’t talk about the kiss, or any of the other ones, or, frankly, the very heavy petting that went on that day, but they don’t have to. It just keeps happening. It happens in the hallway outside of their apartments, soft, quick kisses before work that make her heart flutter. It happens at the station, hard and fast, demanding kisses against the wall in her office that hides them from the rest of the station. It happens after the middle school play that he sponsors, his arm around her waist after the show where he’s greeting the parents of the children. It’s quick then, like his lips barely even touch her, but it’s not the kisses she cares about at that moment.

Mostly, though, it happens in one of their apartments and it’s a mixture of all of those things until one day it goes a little further and there’s a distinct lack of clothes between them while the join together in an intimacy that neither has breached in a hell of a long time. His mouth never strays far from hers, and even though they haven’t said the words, with every thrust of his hips and every whispered word of affection, she knows that they’re making love.

She says the words on the fourth of July, and they slip off of her tongue like they’re the most natural thing in the world.

He’s got the entire summer off from school, and he convinces her to take a long weekend so that they can go away together. She protests at first, not sure if she should really be leaving town on one of the busiest weeks of the year, but then he gives her these damn puppy dog eyes and bites down on her collarbone and she’s a goner.

So they load up into his truck, their two duffle bags in the backseat, and drive the three hours to Boothbay, pulling into the parking lot of the quaint home they’re renting for the weekend. Everything here is perfect, like something you’d see on a postcard, but then Killian takes her sailing, just the two of them, and she knows that it’s what’s perfect.

He tells her that Liam taught him how to sail, and when his eyes get distant for a few seconds, she lets him have his moment. They know each other pretty well, but there’s still some darkness that each of them hold that they haven’t told the other. She wants to tell him about all of her scars. She isn’t scared to, something she’s never experienced with anyone else. It’s just…she doesn’t need to. With them, everything seems to flow naturally, like the water beneath the boat, and things seem to slip out a little at a time.

At the right times.

“Come here, love,” Killian calls, waving his hands so quickly that she knows she needs to hurry, walking over to him as quickly as she can even if she doesn’t have her sea legs quite yet.

“What?” she asks, stepping over to him only for him to pull her in front of his body and push her up against the wheel. “Killian, what are you doing?”

He wraps his arms around her and steps closer, the heat of his body rivaling the heat of the July sun. “I’m teaching you how to sail. My girlfriend needs to know how.”

“Why?”

His neck nuzzles on top of hers, the pinpricks shooting through her skin. “Because it’s a good skill to have, and if you can teach me how to get out of the cell in the station, I can teach you this.”

“Good. So I can escape from jail and then sail away by boat.”

“Exactly.”

They manage to make it a little further out in the bay, the sun beginning to set around them, and as all of their surroundings are coated in a bright orange, the words fall from her tongue as easily as if she were telling him she’s going to be late for dinner.

Which happens a lot.

“I love you,” she speaks, no tremor in her voice while she looks out on the horizon.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, because I damn well love you.”

He tugs on the string of her bikini, pulling her around and into him as their lips crash together in a dance more familiar than anything else in her life. Her skin prickles, and it’s got nothing to do with the way the sun has been beating down upon it all day.

“So a woman who can sail and who loves me? I don’t think I could do better if I tried.”

“Oh, I know you couldn’t.”

They get into their first big fight in October, and it all stems from the fact that she got distracted and forgot to tell Killian that she’d picked up an extra shift to help out David. She was supposed to come to his class and help with a project, something about career day, and she’d let down both he and the kids. It’s not the biggest thing in the world, and it’s definitely not one of the better reasons to pick a fight with your significant other, but it happened to them. She felt awful for forgetting. There were harsh words and passive aggressive statements until they got all of their anger out and were actually able to sit down and talk to each other, explaining misunderstandings and mistakes and the reasons as to why they each got upset. She’s never had a relationship like that before, where you talk instead of running out the door, and knowing that neither of them were going to leave was everything.

“Can I be honest with you?” he asks her later, their comfortable silence in the afterglow of their make-up ending while her hand pauses its ministrations in his hair.

“Always, Killian.”

He rolls in her lap so that he’s looking up at her, his lashes practically hitting his eyebrows. “I’m ashamed of how we got here.”

Something drops in her stomach, like a heavy weight, and she has to keep the emotion that’s suddenly lodged in her throat from escaping. He’s ashamed? Is he ashamed of her? He doesn’t…does he not want to be with her? Was it the fight? Did they really not resolve things? Every comfort she was just feeling begins to be tugged away by demons that still reside inside of her until she hears Killian’s voice again.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothes, reaching up and cupping her face, his thumb moving back and forth against the apple of her cheek, “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Nothing.”

“Darling, honesty remember? That’s what we were just talking about.”

“You’re…you’re ashamed of me?”

His eyes go wide, but she can’t look at them, can’t look at the blue. She closes her eyes and shuts the world away while shutting Killian out. She feels the mattress move underneath her, and the warmth of Killian leave her until suddenly it’s so overwhelming that she feels as if she’s been set aflame. Calloused fingers touch her skin, and soft, warm lips touch her, a salty tear she didn’t know escaped from her eyes having landed on their joined lips.

When Killian pulls back, she finally opens her eyes to see the concern etched in his features. He smiles softly, sadly, and then he wipes the salt from her cheeks.

“I could never be ashamed of you.”

He adjusts his legs then, spreading them so that hers rest between his and he sits on her thighs while pressing them together.

“But you said – ”

“ – that I’m ashamed of how we got here. I’m ashamed that I got drunk and you had to keep me from dying on a sidewalk in the snow. We should have become friends some other way, should have fallen in love another way.”

“I’m…I’m confused.”

“I love you,” he chuckles, leaning forward and resting his forehead against hers. Her heart is fluttering, the beat quicker than it’s ever been, and she’s happy. Confused as hell but happy. His hands move from her face to her arms, running them up and down to soothe her. “I love you, and you are the goddamn best thing to ever happen to me. But I wish you hadn’t seen me at such a low point. I wish that I could have been better for you from the very beginning. We’ve never…we’ve never talked about that night that shines me as a rotten human.”

“We didn’t have to. It was a bad night. It doesn’t make you a bad person.”

“But I feel like you should know how broken I am. If you’re going to love me, you should know the broken pieces.”

“I love the broken pieces that I already know. I love you.”

“But Emma, I – ”

“Killian, listen to me,” she urges, her own hand finding his face, the whiskers scratching her palm, “you lost the most important person in the world to you in a horrible accident. He was taken from you, and it’s not fair. Not a bit of it is. You’re allowed to feel that pain, that hurt. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”

“I don’t like feeling that way.”

“No one does.” She finds his hands, intertwining their fingers together, a perfect fit, and squeezing. “But you don’t have to do it alone. Not anymore. Next year, if you want, I’ll fall down in the pile of snow with you.”

He chuckles, a singular tear falling from his cheek. She wipes it away in the same way he had earlier. “I’d like that. I’d like for you to always be by my side. I’d like to always be by yours.”

The next year they don’t fall into the snow together on the anniversary of Liam’s death, but she does hold Killian as he sobs at three in the morning. She knows that most of it is pain from feeling like he’s not strong enough. But grieving is human and loving someone is helping them grieve when you don’t understand their pain. Maybe it’s helping especially when you don’t understand the pain.

It’s the first year he’s had someone to help him with this day, second if you count the year before, and she cries her own tears thinking of how alone Killian felt for so long. She felt that way too, but she never had anyone to lose. She can’t imagine how it must have felt to love someone so fiercely and then to lose them. But then she thinks of how much she loves Killian, of how she’d barely survive if she lost him, and though it’s not the same, it’s still altogether heartbreaking.

The year after that the grieving is quieter, and it happens in their house down by the water. They’re in the midst of moving in, boxes of her things mixed with his things. After awhile, their apartments began to mix together, her things trailing between the apartments until the two were perfect blends of each other. So they’d decided to move into one place. It helps that they now had the same last name and matching rings on their fingers. It makes paperwork easier, though that’s about the last reason on their imaginary list of reasons that they decided to commit to each other in that way.

So they are together in every sense of the word, and when Killian needs a moment on that day, he sinks to the floor and closes his eyes for a few fleeting minutes. Her hand finds his, and they sit in silence all while her thumb runs over his knuckles.

“I love you more than anything, sweetheart,” he whispers, the timber of his voice rough and low.

“And I love you. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He shakes his head before bringing their joined hands to his lips and kissing right above her rings. “I just needed a moment to remember.”

“Liam?”

“Aye, and all of this. I don’t want to forget a thing.”

The next year the grieving is mixed in with a hell of a lot of screaming, a nearly broken hand, and the happiest moment of either of their lives. Like the fates somehow aligned, she gives birth to a little girl two minutes past midnight the day after the anniversary of Liam’s death. Killian was convinced their daughter would come on January eighth, but she’s as stubborn as the two of them and decided to come into the world on January ninth.

“You did so good, love,” Killian promises her while her body screams almost as loudly as their daughter. His lips find her sweaty forehead at the same time she’s handed a squirming red baby, and for a moment, she doesn’t feel anything but happiness.

“Thank you for being by my side.”

“Always.”

#csjj #cs january joy #I have a method #cs fic #cs ff

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kellinquinnaf · 5 years ago

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A bi girls story

As a teenybopper I remember fantasizing about boys and coming up with senarios in my head. One day it was randomly a girl in my thoughts.

In summer 2015 I kissed a girl “A” (my bestfriend at the time) idk why part of me just really wanted to and she kissed me back, a boy saw (an ex it’s a small town) and was SHOCKED but we played it off. Later the “A” and I are home alone and I totally kissed her, pushed her up against the wall and everything. She was my first make out too. Throughout the summer we would have sleepovers and make out and it got as far as being shirtless and grinding (and I came wtf??) The whole time we would ask eachother if we’re straight or not and I was so like mind boggled that I was like “im straight, and we’re just friends who kiss” looking back now we were totally girlfriends that summer.

After that summer I was at a sleep over (in the city now) with my straight best friend “B” (100%) and another girl “S” and we were all friends. For some reason we started giving eachother hickeys and my straight bff “B” thought it was hilarious but I was like so into giving “S” hickeys that after I got sooooo nervous. We were all laying in her big bed together and my bff “B” fell asleep and I was so nervous that I kept shaking uncontrollably and she kept asking why. We were cuddling and so close and I can’t remember what I said but I think I told her I wanted to kiss her and we did and it’s was so amazing. Then weeks later we all had another sleep over and I was more confident this time and I kissed her and she kissed me back but out of no where “S” got up and was all nervous and I was sad that it ended but scared that she was not happy about something. After that she moved schools and I heard from my bff “B” that she felt really awkward about it all. Then she’d start posting about her “gf” (it was supposed to be platonic to the rest of the world) but as she posted pics or vids of them kissing I knew it was real for one of them at least.

In grade 11 a new girl came into the school, she was short and had the best but ever.. I couldn’t help but look. We ended up snapping and FaceTiming a few times and she wanted me to sleep over and she talked about us doing shit. She had a boyfriend at the time and he said he was ok with her experimenting. I was so excited to go over, and she started snapping me her in the bath and then her tits but she started snapping me just her vagina and I was not ready for that. The sleepover never happened :/. Yearssss later I’m in the city at the club and she’s there. I dance with her can call her hot and she says something like it’s been a while. We part ways.

I had a few boyfriends / flings in between then and finally made out with some boys and it was all really amazing too! The next summer I didn’t want to go back to the small town cause I had met this guy “D”! But I went back anyways.

I got a boyfriend in this town in summer 2016 and we told eachother we loved one another a few weeks into dating. During this summer I had a little fling with a girl “J” who at the same time was dating my ex-crush of 3 years who his letter is “V”. We tried kissing in front of both our boys they were just like wtf ok.

My boyfriend and I went long distance for a year while I went back to the city for school. During this time I went to a party with a bunch of people from my grade and idk why but I started talking to this girl “H” and straight up asked her (while drunk) if she ever thought about being with girls and she admitted yes and I kissed her. People saw and she got awkward about it. Another friend who saw got awkward around me after too. Another friend knew I’ve kissed other girls and I told her I was thinking about this party girl “H” and she told me that “H” felt weird about it after it happened. I let it go. During this time I also kissed a boy “J” at a party. And more girls at a different party (including my straight best friend “B” while she was drunk. I convinced her to kiss me I just wanted to see how she kissed lol). When prom came boy “J” had a girlfriend and we saw eachother at prom with our dates (“J” knew at the time that I had a boyfriend when I kissed him at the party) he just said hey Sam and looked at me with side eye but flirtation??? I said hey back .. my boyfriend knew that was the guy.

Fast forward a year and I moved in with my boyfriend in the small town. We were completely in love until we moved in together. Things get hard when you graduate high school and move 15 hours away with your boyfriend the day after. I cheated on him with a man “K” a year later and again 6 months after that, with “D” from years after he and I were a thing.

During the second time I was back in the city at the club dancing with the cheat “D” and my bffs sister “K” (guy “D” had a huge crush on girl “K” for the longest time). I’m between them both, my front grinding this girls ass and my ass grinding on this guy. This is the moment I felt true complete bliss and I knew then in that exact moment that I was bisexual. I then admitted it to my bestfriend “B” days later, the first person I told out loud and she said “I’ve known that since girl “S” in grade 10” (at this point we’re on our second year out of high school) Guess I must be obvious.

This guy “D” though he accepted my bisexuality in the moment and made me feel empowered and turned on by it. He was turned on by it. It just felt so good to be with someone so open. Actually I had another boy “C” who felt the same and it felt so good to me for them to enjoy me just being bisexual me. (Funny story this boy “C” dated the girl I had kissed in the sleepovers “S” and so I told him about how we kissed the same girl and he was so horny over it ahhh!)

Bring us to one month ago and (6months after that last cheat with “D”) and I go to another party in the small town now. I’m fucking plastered but I somehow scavenge out the lesbian from the pack of girls who is “M” 😍. We start talking and I guess I’m totally attracted to her. I think I kissed her without her wanting it at first. I kissed her a lot that night. Everyone saw too. We walked home with everyone and I held her hand the whole way. We added eachother on snap.

I told my boyfriend long ago that I’m bisexual and he told me I’m not. I tell him again and he says we could have a three sum. After kissing “M” I got weird cause he considers it cheating and I felt horrible for doing it again. I told him and my boyfriend said “I’m sorry but Im not into that. I know some guys are but I’m not” I told him my fantasy of having us be in a three way relationships with a girl. He could have two girls to fuck and I could have the best of Both worlds. He could get us both pregnant and our kids would be siblings. He was not intrigued by this idea at all.

“M” and I want to hang out but now I feel like I can’t hang out with her cause I know I won’t be able to control myself. She came into my work the other day for a dental appointment. She walks in wearing all black, her blonde hair shimmering in the light contrasting to the black. She has a big leather jacket and a helmet in hand, wearing big black boots. Her colourful tattoos showing on her arms making her look so tough but artistic. We get to chatting as I show her to her exam room. She forgot that I worked there and I commented on the fact that she rides a motorcycle. A Honda 500 (can’t remember the model) - I tell her I’ve always wanted to ride but my parents never let me. I’m leaning on the counter trying to look chill and cool. She said riding a bike is the gayest thing to do (I thought she meant like “gay insult” but she meant “gay homosexual”). I bet the whole office could hear the flirtation and I only hope that they think it’s just banter. She’s getting ready to leave now so I pretend to busy myself with paper work at the front so I can watch her leave. As she’s leaving I walk to the back and turn over my sholder, us making eye contact and waving to eachother. I watch her ride her motorcycle with one hand after saying she just started riding and is getting used to it. She looked like a dream.

I snap her the next day asking how the work day is since I of course work days and she works nights. She replys with something calling me cutie and sending heart eye emojis. We flirt a bit more and she says she wants to hangout soon since she’s leaving for college again. I leave for vacation so I tell her aug 25th and 26th I’m back and can hang out. She said she leaves the 27th but can chill the 26th. I ask her what she wants to do (idk if she knows I have a boyfriend but I have to tell her). She says “I don’t think we’ll be bored😉”

Now I’m day dreaming about her and I have a boyfriend. I don’t know what I should do but I now know that the term “once a cheater always a cheater” is true. I know my desires will win. But can you really blame a Gemini; we are so torn between being two people and leading two different lives that we are greedy and take as much as we can of everything.

I also have a crush on my boss, a smart, intelligent, artistic and wholesome girl dentist, who is also a Gemini and born a decade and two days before me. This life is a struggle.

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I’ve been thinking lately of talking to a therapist. My life is fucked up. I’m so torn between where I am and where I want to be. I don’t even know where I want to be .. I thought right where I am was it but I’m not so sure. I want to leave this town and go back to the city and go to school but I’m living the life I wanted here. I just don’t want this settled down family life just yet. I’m dental assisting without having gone to school for it so I feel like I can’t be proud of what I do. I’m a dance instructor with someone I can’t even handle anymore because of their greed and want to have my own control over it. I’m torn between wanting to be in a relationship and wanting to be single. Between wanting to be with a boy and with a girl. I miss my family but I moved here to get away from that toxic household (not toxic when not living with the parents). I have not been officially diagnose but I know I have OCD and trichotilomania (a disorder causing you to involuntary pull out your body hair). I only pulled my eyelashes but when I tried to stop I just started picking my skin and now I have the worst acne and scaring. I need help. My house is either spotless or a complete disaster. also I’m in the closet for most of everything and I’m nervous to what my family and coworkers will think/feel. Everyone else idgaf but when you’re so close and personal and you come out it shocks people and then the women don’t want to get to close to you in fear that you’re attracted to them. And the parents would be ok with it but they’d just be shocked.

I’m gunna ask the girl to hang out tonight and we’ll probably make out. Hopefully we fuck.

#horrible person

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burgers-and-french-fries · 5 years ago

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Blame Mikaela!

Note: This was something that came to my mind after having watched a handful of videos on YouTube where girls try and catfish their boyfriends. The ones I have seen all end the same way. The guy knows that his girlfriend is pranking them but goes along with it just to mess with her. I figured that I would turn this into an imagine where the reader does this to Taron while he's on set in South Africa (Just a random location I came up with). The catch is that while on breaks, he has been watching these videos on YouTube, so when Y/N does this to him, he decides to tease her and get her back.

If you like this, let me know.

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Taron had been away on location for about three months and Y/N was really missing him but of course with him having to have an onscreen girlfriend, there were rumours going around that he and Y/N had ended their relationship and he had moved on to dating his gorgeous co-star, Camille Hamilton. There were pictures of them together and Y/N couldn't help but feel a little self-consious and like a fish out of water. Taron's co-star was tall, had long wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes and beautifully tanned skin. Y/N was not as tall, curvier, had non-wavy shoulder length aburn hair and dull brown eyes or so she thought.

One night as she and her friend Mikaela were binge watching Game Of Thrones, Mikaela got this bright idea. "If you really want to test his loyalty to you, I know what you can do." Mikaela replied with a smirk. Y/N looked at the other woman in question. "What are you talking about?" Y/N asked. "Oh come on Y/N. I've seen the pictures of Camille and Taron and I also know that you struggle with how you look. You are beautiful and if you really want to test just how loyal he is, meet me at my house for lunch tomorrow and we can do this together." Mikaela proposed. "Do what together?" Y/N asked. "Catfish your boyfriend to see what he does." Mikaela replied as she turned her attention back to the large tv screen. Y/N rolled her eyes but deep down, thought that this was a good idea.

The next day, Y/N sat on Mikaela's sofa with your phone in hand. "Ok, first thing is first. We need to create a fake account, so hand over your phone and I'll do it." Mikaela explained as Y/N reluctantly gave Mikaela her phone. "What if he falls for it? I can't loose him." Y/N replied softly. "Take a deep breath. Taron won't do that to you. He loves you and it's obvious." Mikaela said with a warm smile. Y/N took a deep breath. "Don't use Instagram though. He doesn't really look at his messages on there. Use Whatsapp or something like that." Y/N explained as Mikaela nodded her head but ignored her friend. Mikaela typed away and before you knew it, she had created a fake account on Instagram. "Why Instagram? I told you that he doesn't really read messages from there." You asked. "I know. Just go with it ok?" Mikaela said whilst rolling her eyes as she followed a few pages, added a couple people as friends and uploaded some photos of a random girl to make it look more legit. When it was done, she gave Y/N her phone back. Y/N typed his name in the search bar and found his profile and tapped the message button. "Here goes nothing." Y/N breathed out.

"Ok, what should I say?" Y/N asked her friend. "Start off by saying hi and then send him a wink." Mikaela said. "I hate this already." Y/N said as She typed. Y/N hit send and the girls waited. "I hope he doesn't reply." Y/N said. "Chill, If he does, it's ok cause you only said hi." Mikaela replied. "Yeah, with a wink." Y/N said as she playfully shoved her friend. A few minutes went by and when the girls looked at the phone, they saw that he was typing. Y/N's smile faultered. 'Hello.' Taron replied. What Y/N didn't realize was that Taron had been watching catfishing videos on YouTube on his breaks and had a feeling that his girlfriend was currently trying to catfish him. He went along with it just to see what she would do in return.

"What now?" Y/N asked. "No clue." Mikaela said twiddling her thumbs. 'I must say, you are cute.👀' Y/N replied. 'Just cute?😉' Taron typed quickly whilst smirking to himself. Y/N's heart started beating faster as she read that. "What did he say?" Mikaela asked. "He asked just cute with a wink." Y/N responded softly with her head down. "Give me the phone, I'll do it." Mikaela offered but Y/N declined and started typing again. 'I thought sexy would be too forward👅' Y/N replied. Y/N placed the phone down for a second and as she did, her phone dinged with an alert. Mikaela picked up the piece of technology. "He followed you and is liking the pictures I put on there." She replied as Y/N stood up and walked to the kitchen for water. 'I'm not the sexy one here. hot damn, you're smoking hot🔥🔥🔥🔥' Taron at this point was laughing at this. "What are you laughing at?" Taron's co-star Camille asked as she sat next to him. "My girlfriend is trying to catfish me." Taron replied with a smile. "Like those videos that are trending right now?" Camille asked again. Taron nodded and showed the woman the texts. "My husband tried to do the same thing to me but he failed miserably." Camille replied as they laughed and continued on with pranking Y/N.

"What are you going to say to that?" Mikaela asked as Taron replied with 'I'd tap that. Let's hook up' Y/N typed frantically. 'You should know that I'm more of a threesome type but for you, I'll make an exception😉' 'Fuck!' Taron replied as Camille laughed. "Does she know that you are coming home tonight?" Camille asked. "She has no idea." He replied. "You should buy her some flowers and some other special things so that she knows that you're sorry for this." Camille suggested. "I was planning on that doing anyway but thanks." Taron said as they continued to wait for their plane. The movie they were filming had wrapped early and Taron was excited to get home and give Y/N the one gift that she had been wanting for a long time.

Meanwhile, Y/N was thinking of what to say next. 'Let's meet at your trailer and I'll give you the time of your life💦💦' She typed with shaky hands as her eyes grew glossy. 'Let's meet at yours instead. I'll just tell my girlfriend that I'm busy filming tonight. Send me a pic🍆' Taron wrote. Mikaela looked at her friend and Y/N's face paled. "What did he say Mick?" Y/N asked feeling sick to her stomach. "Um." Her friend stuttered. "That bad?" Y/N asked finally letting her tears fall. "He asked for a pic and he is wanting to meet up tonight and he said that he'd tell you that he was busy filming tonight and wouldn't be able to talk to you." Mikaela explained. Y/n sobbed. She felt betrayed and absolutely heartbroken. "Should I send him a picture?" Mikaela asked. "Leave him on read. I don't want to do this anymore. I'm going home to pack my things." Y/N replied. "Let me take you and I'll help you." Mikaela said as she stood and hugged her beyond broken friend.

The plane ride for Taron was agony. He had been left on read and he knew that he had gotten to Y/N. The only problem was that he didn't know just how much he had hurt her. When the plane had landed, Taron rushed home to surprise his girlfriend. As he walked to the front door, he could hear Y/N and Mikaela's voices. he stood there trying to listen the best he could. "Should I stay and talk to him?" Y/N asked. "Babes, you saw it." Mikaela said. "But I love him." Y/N cried as she slumped on the floor of the living room with her back to the front door. "Take a breather and I'll take these bags to my car." Mikaela said as Y/N nodded slowly. Mikaela pulled open the front door and her eyes landed on Taron. She didn't say anything but raised her brow at him. She walked out of the flat. "Take this and come with me. Just leave your stuff against the wall." Mikaela whispered and Taron did just that.

"You have some nerve you know." Mikaela chided once they had reached her car. "Mikaela, I knew." Taron replied. "What tipped you off?" She asked. "You two are rather stupid you know. The catfish videos are trending and I've been watching them. You really think I'd do something that low?" Taron responded. Mikaela nodded her head slowly as she let the man's words process. "You have a lot of making up to do man." She said dramatically. "How bad is she?" He asked. "You screwed up. Go to her and I'll take these to my house and I'll see you fuckers tomorrow." Mikaela said as she pointed to Y/N's bags. Taron nodded and ran off to his girlfriend. Mikaela shook her head and went back to her flat.

Y/N was now laying face down on the sofa still crying softly. Taron walked up to her and gently placed his hand on her back. "Go away Taron." Y/N said not realizing what she had said. After a few seconds, it clicked. She jumped up and she stormed toward their shared bedroom. She slammed the door in Taron's face. Taron knocked on the door gently but when he didn't get a reply, he got an idea. He leaned against the door and started singing 'lonesome tonight' by Elvis but of course he changed the words slightly to match the situation. Y/N laid on the bed with her eyes closed and listened to him sing as it always calmed her down and made her feel safe. He knew exactly what he was doing. Taron stopped singing. "Can you open the door for me darling?" He questioned. "I don't want to see you." Y/N stated. "Well, how about you open the door with your eyes closed." He suggested. Y/N huffed, walked to the door and put her hand over her eyes and opened the only thing separating her from her current problem. "That wasn't so hard was it?" Taron questioned quietly as he pulled her hands away from her face. Her eyes were shut as well and he smiled to himself.

"You are so stupid darling. I knew what you were doing Y/N. I can't believe that you would fall for that and I can't believe you don't trust me." He explained as more tears fell down her face. "Why didn't you just say that you knew it was me? I have seen pictures of you and that woman together. Do you know how insecure I felt? I wanted to see if you would stay loyal to me and what you did to me cut me really deep. Please just leave me alone for a while." Y/N said as she pushed him out of the room and went to shut the door again. "You want to know what I had in mind for tonight?" Taron asked as he held the door open. She sighed and gave into him. "Let me guess. You wanted to surprise me, bed me and tell me all the bullshit about how you missed me?" Y/N snapped, finally having enough. Taron shook his head and reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a ring box. No, it wasn't an engagement ring but it was a ring to symbolize that he would one day marry her. "While you were catfishing me, Camille came and sat next to me and asked what I was doing and I told her. She told me that her husband had recently done the same thing to her. I realized that after this, you may need something to prove that I'm never leaving you and that I would never cheat on you." Taron explained as Y/N slowly opened her eyes and glared at him.

"I remembered the ring you told me about and I managed to track it down and I wanted to surprise you with it." He said opening the box. Y/N's breath hitched and she looked at him and finally let a smile grow on her lips. "I'm not proposing to you right now but I wanted to make a promise to you that I will love nobody the way I love you and that I will one day marry you. I'm sorry I made you feel the way you do now but I want you to know that it hurt me when you did that to me because it made me feel like you didn't trust me. I want us to trust each other and be secure in our relationship." Taron explained. Y/N threw her arms around Taron's neck. "I love you so much T." Y/N said. Taron pulled away just enough to lower his head and kiss her sweetly.

In that moment, Y/N knew that Taron loved her and she knew that she was being silly by feeling the way she did. She wanted to trust Taron and this was a good lesson learned for both of them. "I can't believe you cat fished me." Taron giggled. "Blame Mikaela." Y/N laughed as they walked back to the living room hand in hand and enjoyed their night😏😉

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ombreecha · 6 years ago

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Series: Endurance Fandom: Naruto Pairing: SasuSaku Rated: M Prompt: my boss is always telling me how perfect her son would be for me and she promises he’s coming to the next holiday party and don’t worry he’s heard all about me too and ALSO there’s this dude i slept with once a couple of months ago and sometimes he still sends me dick pics when i ask him to at 3 in the morning cause seriously dude’s got a good dick AU Notes: I’ve literally been saving this prompt since like September of last year. The first time I saw it I just fuckin knew I had to do it at some point. You can thank @kingofthesharingan and my weekly NSFW Monday too because Monday sucks so why not make it a day to look forward to.

Chilled air, and puffs of white coat everything in sight. Her hands are gloved but that doesn’t stop her from rubbing them together to provide herself with more heat. Christmas is around the corner and the company party is even closer. It’s her first time attending. Anxious? Absolutely. Scared? Beyond her wildest dreams.

Her seniority with the company wasn’t high. Six months she’s been employed by Uchiha Corp, and it’s been a blessing if anything. Her boss is a lovely woman. When she had been interviewed the woman had held such stiff air about her. Poised. Serious. Collected.

Mikoto Uchiha was anything but stiff, serious—let alone collected. They couldn’t be further from the truth. Now as for poised? Absolutely. The woman had some serious elegance to her. It made it perfectly clear that she had been breed for such things. She can’t help but look up to this woman who had so much on her plate, and still managed to be kind, charismatic, and loving.

What she hadn’t expected though was how much her boss had begun to push. What was her boss pushing? How perfect her son was for her. There’s a burn upon her ears. Every time she brings this boy up she can’t help but feel embarrassed. There’s no doubt that Mikoto had probably raised a wonderful son—but she’s not entirely sure about anyone born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

That’s not even bringing for the possible conflict of interest that lies in such relationships. She likes her job. The last thing she needs is for it to be ripped out from under her all over some rich kid who may or may not be attractive.

She’s not doubting Mikoto’s genes—but she just can’t help but be skeptical. There is such a thing as too good to be true.

The commute home isn’t long and the only positive is the subway is heated. The rock of the train car isn’t bad. It’s become a part of her daily life, and while at first she had struggled when she moved her it’s barely even felt. All she knows is she needs a good night rest before she attends this company party—and meets this all too talked about son.

There’s a thick swallow and a groan as she remembers her bosses teasing. She had supposedly spoken just as much about her to him as well. There’s no way he wasn’t dreading this as much as herself. Hopefully. Okay. So, she’s not so sure. She’s heard a lot but that doesn’t mean she knows anything about this kid outside of the boasts coming from an obviously proud mother.

A groan escapes her lips as she peels her heels off her feet and leaves them scattered about in the entry way. Her bag hits the floor not far behind as she seeks to get herself relaxed and comfortable. Swapping from suit to a night shirt she’s dug from the bottom drawer is easily done. A bowl of ice cream, and some television is just the right combination to washing away the office tension from her shoulders.

A hum, and a flicker through channels as she lays upon the couch as unladylike as possible. If only her boss could see her now. Yeah—her boss has probably painted her as so much more than she really was. Fingers roll through her hair before swiping her phone right off coffee table. That thought right there has brought back the tension in full force. Groaning is all she can do as she flips through the screen.

Swinging her leg over the other she can’t stop the habitual light motion that follows. There’s always one way to get herself relaxed and she’s not afraid to use it. Puffing her cheeks she’s tapping away at the keyboard. The individual she’s texting would most likely fall into the category of a one night stand. It had been just the fix she had needed months ago. Work was at an all time high in the stress department had the time and one thing lead to another—she had ended up in a bar for a quick drink before heading home when he had run into her at the counter.

No names exchanged. Just clothes hitting the floor and him pressing her against her bed. Her mother taught her better sure, but sometimes a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. It had been exciting. Sloppy, and intoxicated, as well, but exciting nonetheless. Humming is all she can do as she thinks back to that moment. They hadn’t met back up since that first time. They still refrained from exchanging names, but what they did exchange was numbers. Once in a while she’ll shoot him a text requesting a simple picture because that’s what gets her through the stress at work anymore.

She says it’s simple, but never in her wildest dreams would she had thought this boy would comply. —and he does every single time. No questions asked.

It’s an odd little arrangement, if she’s being honest, considering the lack of personal information, but she’s not complaining. It keeps things from being messy and god knows she’ll probably never run into him again unless they set it up. All of this is good enough for her.

So when her phone goes off there’s the smallest of smiles spreading across his face. It had been more than good and maybe that’s what had pushed her to ask for it the first time, and the time after that—and that’s whats gotten her brazen enough to ask for it whenever she’s needing some alone time.

Dick pics weren’t exactly something she was notorious for requesting. —but she’d be damned if she didn’t ask him for one once in a while.

That quick look over and she’s feeling warm. It’s not hard to just think of the way his hands had gone over her skin, or how his breath had been right against her ear before he made his way down. Sliding his fingers upon her stomach and then wrapping around the around the band of her panties he had tugged them up at first which she hadn’t been prepared for, and then in only another moment—a second—she could feel his tongue going over the fabric and against where she wanted him most. The tug upon them had her hips lifting to give him an easier time to remove them. Lips against her thigh and the way he slid them down her legs had her panting.

He hadn’t been shy when he had thrown them behind him and across the room. All of this is vivid and she’s already accepted it’ll be a long time coming before she’ll stop using that one night as her primary masturbation material. That’s all she has to tell herself when she’s dipped her own hand underneath her panties.

Her fingers can’t possibly replicate the way his tongue had dipped in between her folds, nor could they give the exact same feeling that came with he had slid it over her clit. It’ll do though—she doesn’t need much. The buck of her hips is all too remembered. He had slide his hands up her sides and pressed his hands flat against her pelvis to keep her steady as he continue to have his fill of her.

Her neck stretches back letting her head roll against the couch cushion. Lips open and a moan escapes her as she starts with one finger working herself slow and evenly. It wasn’t as frenzied as he had been. Starved is what she would of considered him in that moment. Sliding her tongue against the roof of her mouth is barely noted as she takes another glance upon the requested picture of the night.

It’s got her hot and ready as she thinks of how it had slide inside of her. That first initial penetration was always the most satisfying. Filling her up, and with her leg draped over his shoulder. He wasn’t loud but those hot breaths back upon her skin had been more than enough. He spoke on grunts and the occasional groan as he started out slow.

Adding another finger doesn’t do him justice but she, just as with everything else, had accepted she would never be able to replicate the way he had felt. None of that stops her from enjoying what she’s doing to herself nonetheless. When she quickens her fingers pace she’s arching and letting out hot breaths. She’s enjoying herself far too much—thank god for this man and his dick pictures.

The release she feels is bittersweet to a point. It’s explosive because she’s picturing him slamming into her and nibbling upon her ear, and then it’s over all too soon. The way she rolls her head back as she rides it out reminds her briefly of the fact her fingers are much too small compared to him literally filling her up and stretching her up. That thought right there has her riding it out longer before settling her hips down upon the couch.

Catching her breath she brings her hand from out of her underwear and swings herself forward. Clean up is quick and simple, and damn does she feel better. Who cares about the company party? She got off and that’s all she cares about in this moment before shutting the lights out and nestling into bed.

The next day isn’t bad. A shower, brushed teeth, and a small look within the mirror has her ready for whatever happens. All she’s gotta do is politely reject whoever her bosses son is. This little arrangement of hers is more than enough.

Heels click against the office floor and the filing of her paperwork is for the most part easily accomplished even if their filing system needs some serious work. The occasional glance over her wrist watch comes as the clock ticks closer and closer to the company party.

The press of her finger hitting the final punch upon her time card for the week is oddly satisfying, and so as she follows behind others to one of their many large meeting spaces she can’t help but feel like all that anxiety had been for nothing. Scared? What’s there to be scared of?

Mingling is easy. She gets along with most of her coworkers and thankfully she’s yet to run into her boss let alone her son. The foods decent, and the drinks refreshing. She’d never drink heavily in front of her coworkers so she goes for the simple things like hard cider and sipping on water.

Just as she’s locked in a conversation with a boy of obsidian hair and one of the biggest smiles she’s ever seen fingers have made their way upon her shoulder. The turn of her head comes and there’s no surprise to be had when it’s her boss.

Smiling is easy especially with a woman like Mikoto before you. She brightened a room, and the smile she’s always got upon her own lips is contagious.

“Ah, Sakura-san I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” there’s the smallest of laughs and then a step back from her as she seeks to introduce someone behind her—no doubt the son.

“Sorry I hadn’t seen you with there being so many of us.” the smile she has is genuine and then as her eyes move see this highly praised son does it start to slip from her lips.

One moment, and then two. They’re just starting at each other—and for the love of god tell her she’s just seeing things. Tell her that this man before her isn’t the same man from months ago. Tell her that she’s lost her mind and that she’s obviously seeing things.

Those lips of his are tilting upon the corners and then there's the hooding of his eyes as they trail from her feet up to her eyes once again. He’s analyzing her as much as she is him—perhaps he doesn’t remember her. Maybe, just maybe, she’s the only one recognizing the situation at hand.

If you had told her, her one night stand would have been with her bosses son she would of laughed in your face.

Equally though if you had told her she’d been requesting dick pics from her bosses soon she would told you that only happened in those romance novels she had loved in college.

The swallow she makes is thick. Uncomfortable doesn’t even begin to describe this feeling in her chest.

“Sakura-san, are you okay?” there’s concern etched within the question.

Flickering her eyes from one pair of obsidian to the other and she’s plastering the fakest of customer service smiles upon her face. Working at a Starbucks part-time had served her well for moments like this.

“I’m perfectly fine.” she gives a nod of her head and then sets her eyes back upon this man she had literally just the night before masturbated to.

Those lips are shifting into the truest of smirks. He’s not letting it just rest upon the corners. His shoes are firm with each step and then with an ease and grace she can’t remember him having outside of the rough and exciting moments in bed so many months ago does he grab her hand and bring it up to his lips.

Her cheeks are warm and she wants to bury herself right here and right now. Anywhere but here would be an absolute blessing—but that’s not an option because god literally seems to be enjoying himself with this little stunt.

“My mother’s told me so much about you, Haruno Sakura-san.” he hasn’t let go of her hand, and he’s not released her eyes either.

There’s a hesitation and then the forceful removal of her eyes as her fingers grip upon her pencil skirt. If the earth would please just open up right here, and right now that would be amazing. She’s not asking for a lot. Just a simple miracle in which she’s swallowed whole—and not exactly like she had been months ago by this man staring so smitten down at her.

“Likewise, Uchiha Sasuke-san.”

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averymessyxmas · 6 years ago

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Chapter 2: 12 Days till Christmas

Vada:

Michael and I touched down into Atlanta and picked up our rental car. “Im excited to see where my lady was raised” Michael said smiling while driving. I lightly smile. “So am I” I lied. My heart was racing, and I was aggravated as fuck. We pulled into my parents drive way and I instantly became nervous. I hadn’t been here in years. “Wow this your house? Baby I don’t know why you never said you lived in a Mansion” He said looking at the house. We got out the car and Michael grabbed my hand as we headed towards the door. I rung the doorbell and the door quickly flew open revealing my mother Sharice. “Vada!” She screamed breaking my hold on Michaels hand. “My oldest daughter has arrived, OMG after 10 years, God is soooo good” She screamed. I rolled my eyes as she was hugging me last time, I saw my mom I screamed to her I was never coming back. She took a step back and looked at me. “Soo beautiful, your skin is glowing, you look amazing” She hugged me some more. “Okay mom it’s cold can we head inside” I said. She grabbed my hand and brought me inside, I turned and looked at Michael who was entertained by this. “Malcom! Damien! Vada is here!” She screamed. I looked at Michael “Mom this is my boyfriend Michael” I said. She smiled at him, as he extended his hand, “Oh boy please give me a hug, I’m so happy you brought Vada home” She said hugging him. “It’s an honor to meet you Mrs. Richards I see where she gets her beauty, you must have had her really young cause you look amazing” Michael told my mom, I rolled my eyes at what he said. My mom was up in the clouds with Michael, you would think she was trying to steal my damn man. “Michael stop it, your soo charming, Im happy my Vada has an amazing man, bout time” She said. I was about to snap on my mom when I seen a handsome young man run downstairs, I gasped. “Damien?” I asked. His smile would light up a room, looking like Dad in his teenage years. “Hey V” He said, leaning in for a hug. Last time I seen him, he was sent to his room after an intense argument filled the room, when I was moving out, he was my shadow. Mom and Dad were always gone being that she was a lawyer and him a professor, I spent most of my time watching the little ones while MJ was over on the westside and Janessa was busy being a cheerleader. “I remember you like knee high following me around calling me ViVi, look at you” I said playfully pinching his cheeks. “Man stop gassing me you already know the ladies love cool D” My mom sighed and laughed. “Don’t get him started”. “There she is my Vada Beta” A deep voice filled the room, My dad came up to me and pulled me into a hug. “It’s been too long Vada” He said sternly. I nodded, “I’ve been very busy Daddy” I said smiling. He nodded. He looked over at Michael. “Who is this young man?” Michael smiled. “Hello sir, Im Michael Thompson, Sky’s Boyfriend” Michael held out his hand, and my dad shook it sternly. “Nice to meet you Michael, I hope your treating my daughter well” He said looking at him. “Yes sir, Vada is a Queen” He said. My dad looked at me. “Charming, I like it” He said. “Well, Damien go help your sister and Michael get their bags” My mom said. I shook my head. “No, Mom it’s fine we actually made reservations for a hotel” I said looking at Michael. “We can always cancel Sky” He said. My mom laughed at little. “Sky?” She said. I sighed, “Yes, Mom that’s my name I go by now” I told her. She sucked her teeth at me and waved me off. “I named you, Vada Breanna Richards, if you don’t like me calling you Vada, I will call you ViVi or Vay like I always do, I don’t know who the hell is Sky, Sky my ass, and you are staying here with family, sooo Damien and Michael grab the bags and put it an Vada’s old room”. She stated before shaking her head and walking off. My dad came up to Michael “You can put your bags in the guest house” He said forcing a smile. Michael nodded, “Of course, Mr. Richards”. I rolled my eyes annoyed. Michael caught me and mouthed. “Sorry”. Damien kissed my cheek, “Happy you home big Sis”. He said before following Michael out. I walked around the house and looked at the pictures, that once held familiar faces now hold more unfamiliar faces. I picked up a picture of MJ and his family. I hadn’t seen him in years, and it’s crazy to see he has his own family. I was also shocked to see the twins all grown up in their senior pics, as much as I didn’t want to be here; my heart ached at the fact I missed out on my baby siblings’ big moments over some bullshit. I was leaning into look at a picture of MJ’s kids when a voice startled me. “That’s Christian and Leiana, he’s 5 and she’s 9” My mom said. “MJ has a beautiful family” I told her. “Yeah, he wanted you to be there for the birth and his wedding, but we couldn’t get a hold of you, and your addressed changed so much”. She said. I nodded. “Yeah, like I told Dad. I just been really busy, you know” She softly smiled. “Well I know you used to love cooking with me, you want to help me prepare dinner?” She asked. Although I wanted to say no, I followed her into the kitchen.

An hour had flown by and we were laughing in the kitchen, reminiscing on the past. Michael was playing Call of Duty with Damien in the living room, I felt a little at peace like this couldn’t be so bad after all. “Mother, Daddy?” I heard a familiar voice say, I instantly cringed. I spoke to soon. In walked the spawn of Satan, my sister Janessa.

Janessa:

Dylan, Chase and I had touched down at Hartsfield Jackson, and rented us a car. I had Dylan drop me off, before he drove to his family’s house in Alpharetta. “Im going to miss you guys soo much, but it will only be like 2 days, Im going to get the check and cash it and introduce my family to you guys okay?” I said. He laughed. “Whatever is fine with me baby, My family been dying to see Chase so we will just chill there for a little minute, I love you” He said. I leaned in and kissed my sleeping toddler in the backseat. “Uh he’s going to wake up wanting his mother and I’m not going to be there” I stressed. Dylan rubbed my cheek. “Ness, we are fine. I will call you tonight”. I nodded and kissed his lips. I grabbed my bags and headed towards the door. I rang the doorbell and nobody came to the door. I looked around for the plat with the hidden key. “Gotcha” I used the key to unlock the door. “Mother, Daddy?” I called out. I heard the tv blasting in the living room. I walked into the living room and seen Damien on the couch with a unfamiliar attractive black man. “Hey D, you didn’t here me knock?” I asked. He looked at me and smiled. “Nessa! Mann what’s up?” He said leaning into hug me. I hugged him tightly, my little brother had grown tall in the 3years I had been away. “Gosh please stop growing” I said. He smiled brightly. “Man, this crazy, you and Vada are both here” He said. I was taking back by him saying my older sisters name, who I hadn’t seen or could care less about in 10 years. “Come again? You said Vada is here?” I asked. He laughed and nodded. “This her boyfriend Michael” He said pointing to the handsome man now standing up. He smiled at me and extended his hand, “Hi, I’m Michael Thompson, Sky…I mean Vada’s boyfriend”. He said. I lightly smiled. “Hi, I’m her little sister Janessa” I told him. My mother walked into the living room and hugged me. “Janessa, I’m so happy your home”. I smiled at her and seen Vada looking awkward by the couch. The tension was so thick, I could cut it with a knife. “Vada, it’s been so long, how are you?” I said faking every bit of the smile on my face. It had seen like she rolled her eyes at me through her fake ass smile. “I’m good, you?” She said. I nodded and turned to My mother. “Where’s daddy?” I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders, “Check the study” She said. Damien and Vada’s little boy toy continued their game, Vada and Mother went back into the kitchen. I grabbed my bags and brought them into my old room. “Still the same” I said to myself. I went to Daddy’s study and seen it was cracked. I could hear him laughing and whispering. “Daddy?” I asked. “Yes?” He called out. I walked in and a big smile it his face. “Hey Nessa” He said. I smiled at him. “Hey Daddy”. “Hold on Kris, Ima call you right back”. He got up and hugged me. “I missed you so much, I happy you’re here” He said. I smiled me too daddy. He pulled out his check book out his drawer, I instantly got happy cause maybe this would be quicker than I thought. “Dad, Mom needs you to fix the Christmas tree lights, they went out again” Damien said. Dad groaned. “Damn women keep getting them cheap ass lights” Daddy said. I sighed because I was so close. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. “Hey, um you need help?” I asked Vada. She purposely ignored me. Mom was over near the tree helping Dad with the lights. “Vada?” I asked. She turned around. “What?” She said. I titled my head to the side. “I’m being nice and asking you if you need help” I snapped at her. She put down the celery she was cutting and held on to the knife. “Obviously, I don’t but thanks…. Sis” She said. I walked up to the island in the kitchen that was separating us. “Vada, I have not seen you in 10 years whatever beef we had was over a decade ago, so can we please act like grown adults here” I said. She laughed. “I’m being an adult right now and restraining myself from popping you, it’s been 10years to long and you still need your ass whooped from what happened I haven’t forgotten and will never” She said smiling before turning away. “So childish, get over it! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh” I groaned and walked into the living room and sat next to Damien. He looked over at me. “So, it begins” He says smiling. I rolled my eyes. God give me strength.

Nori:

I was in my dorm packing up for the semester and getting ready to head to back home to the Northside of Atlanta. “Bruh I don’t know why you got hella shit in this bitch” Narkim said before laying himself on my bed. “This the same shit I been had since freshman year Nar”. I rolled my eyes annoyed. I started lifting my crates, Narkim quickly got up and grabbed it. “Aye yo, you can’t be lifting no heavy shit Nori”. I groaned. “I’m not handy capped Narkim”. He moved the crate from me. “I don’t know how you going to act like you still in school, when you got a whole lease, and you coming to live with mommy and daddy”. I told him. He smirked. “Nori I got this, worry about yourself”. I shoved him a little. We loaded all my shit into his car and headed to our parents.

When we arrived, I seen Daddy in the window fixing the lights on the Christmas tree. Narkim but his around my shoulder. “Let’s get through this Christmas sis” He said. We went to door, I grabbed my key and unlocked it and walked in. “Ayyye the twins are in the house!” Narkim yelled. Damien jumped of the couch, ran and dapped up Narkim. “My nigga, my nigga!” Damien said. “HEY! You will not do that in my house!” Mama yelled. She smiled at us and leaned to give me a hug, I leaned back a little. “Aye mommy watch out I got a cold” I told her, she made a stank face and kissed my cheek. She hugged Narkim and he kissed her on the cheek. “My babies” Janessa got up and ran over to us. She hugged Narkim first, then came over and hugged me. She leaned back and looked at me for a second. “You that cold? you got like on a lot of layers Nori” She said. I shrugged. “I have a cold” I lied. She looked at me suspiciously. “Your face has got chunkier, you been eating a lot at school” She said. I rolled my eyes. “You been starving a lot I guess” I snapped at her. I heard a laugh, I turned around and seen my big sister Vada. “ViVi!” I yelled, I ran over to her about to hug her, but I leaned back. “Sorry, I’m sick” I fake coughed. She smiled. “You have grown to be a beautiful woman, I’m shook, OMG look at Narkimmy” She said. He smiled hard as hell. “What up ViVi” He said hugging her, rocking to the side. I went and grabbed some of my stuff and went to my room. I was folding my clothes and putting them in drawers when I heard a little knock. Janessa came and sat on the edge of my bed. “What was that downstairs? We never have issues, were like ‘” She stated. I sighed and continued with folding. “I’m sorry, I been just stressed lately” I said. I looked at her. She nodded. “You know you can talk to me about anything right?” She said. I nodded. “Yeah” I said. She got up and was almost out the door. “Nori, you can’t hide it for long, eventually all those hoodies won’t hide it for long” She said. My stomach dropped, and we just looked at each other before she walked back downstairs. I went over to my fully body mirror and was fixing my hoodie and jean jacket along with my puffer jacket. “I cut the heat on for you baby girl, your mama said you had a cold?” My daddy said making me jump. “Hey, um Daddy you scared me” I said slightly smiling. He laughed a little. “I’m sorry baby, how’s school, your mother said you made deans list again last semester” He stated. I nodded. “Yeah, always striving to be nothing but the best daddy” I said. He smiled. “That’s my girl, dinner will be ready in a minute we trying to wait till MJ gets here” He said before leaving. I nodded. I finished unpacking, and went back downstairs, I seen a a fine dark skin man looking around lost. “Um hey?” I said. He jumped. “Hey, I’m sorry. I’m Michael, Vada’s boyfriend” I smiled and nodded. “Hey, I’m her baby sister Norielle” He smiled. “Um bathroom?” He asked. I pointed down the hall. “It’s one down the hall near the room on the left, I know it’s a big house” I said. He followed my direction down the hall. I was about to walk into the kitchen when my Iphone rang an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” I said. “You have a collect call from inmate “Dobbs” from Dekalb County Pentuary, do you except this call?” The operator said. I looked around and went into Mama’s study and closed the door. “Yes” I said. I heard the call go through. “Hello? Baby?” I heard Dre say. “Yes, I’m here” I said softly. He paused for a minute. “I don’t have much time, but I wanted to know if I could see you tomorrow please” He said, I could hear a sense of stress in his voice. “Dre, Ima try my best” I said. He sighed into the phone. “Nori please, I need you to hold me down while I’m in here, I feel like you are flaking out on me” He said. “Dre, I’m not it’s so much I want to tell you, but a lot to figure out as well, please be patient with me. I will come tomorrow baby I will try” I said. He exhaled in relief. “Okay, Nori, I love you”. I smiled. “I love you too Dre”. He hung up the phone. “Rawr!” I felt someone say as the grabbed my arm. I lightly pissed myself, I turned around to see Damien. He bust out laughing with Narkim right beside him. “Yall so motherfucking stupid, bruh I promise”. I said smacking both. “I love you too Dre” Damien mimicked. I act like I was about to back hand him. Narkim held me back. “Runn D Runnn” He said laughing. I was chasing him around the house like old times. “Hey! Hey! Hey! yall chill out!” My dad called out.

Narkim:

We were all just chilling in the living room, Nori, Me and D. Janessa was on the phone upstairs, Mom was talking to Vada’s Boyfriend. Dad was talking with Vada, it was like old times except Vada and Janessa ain’t arguing and MJ is still on the way, I was waiting for my girl to get here. “Yo Nar, lets hit the porch really quick” D said. I nodded. We walked outside and went up to the drive way. I pulled out a blunt and lit it. I exhaled the blunt then passed it to D. “If mom catch us out here, I’m blaming yo ass” D said to me. I slapped him playfully upside the head. “Nigga yo ass begged me all week to bring the weed, nigga I got receipts” I said. He started laughing. “Yo how school been little nigga?” I said. He smirked. “Man, you not going to believe if I tell you this and you can’t say shit to NOBODY, not even Nori ass, Shit I ain’t even told Nylah yet but bro, Im fucking my English teacher” He said. I started chocking on the blunt as I inhaled it, I was caught of guard. “D you smashing an old lady? Is is Mrs. Finklebum, If you squint a little, she kind of of bad” I said feeling high asf. He started laughing. “Hell, nah nigga, it’s a new teacher named Kristen Madison, she fine as fuck bruh” He said. I looked at him like he was crazy. “You playing with me D or you for real cause If you serious, then I know its official that the Richards men got that Juice but you my little brother got ALL the juice, the whole container” I told him. He nodded and smirked. “You know I got that fire D, that Dope D” He said. I bust out laughing. “Yo you the man my G” I dapped him up. We were just talking and cracking jokes when my phone went off, I looked at it thinking it was Denisha, but It was Mack. “Yo D let me take this call by myself really quick” I said. He nodded and put the blunt out and passed it to me. I pressed the green button. “Yo boss what’s up?” I asked. “Yo young blood, I need you to get to the spot right quick” He said. “Yo Boss, I’m at my family’s house right now” I told him. “Nigga! I need you here now!” He yelled. I took the phone away from my ear. “Mack give me some time man” I said. He sighed. “Aight, you got till 11’o clock young blood”. He hung up. Man, how the fuck am I going to do this. I seen headlights flash at me, and seen the car come down the drive way. I notice the car as my Big Brother MJ’s car. He got out the car and laughed at me. I smiled and walked down the drive way to his car. “Yooo little bro” He said, dapping me up. “What’s up MJ”. I seen his wife Dani get out the car. “Hey Dani” I said walking up to her and hugged her. “Hey Nari”. “Uncle Nari!” Leiana my niece said hoping out the car and into my arms. “Aye it’s my princess” I said. She giggled with her pretty self. “Uncle Nari it’s me too!” Christian said. “Aye the kids love Uncle Nari” Dani said laughing. I shrugged. “Hey, the ladies and the kids just love me I don’t know what it is” I said. “Lil bro come here really quick” MJ smiled and pulled me to the side. “Hey, I here you been running around town with Mack, you good?” He asked. I nodded. “Yeah, we just cool with each other because you know yall was cool” I said lying. He smiled and nodded. “Good, don’t get caught up with that shit man”. I nodded. “Hey, help me get our bags” He told me.

MJ:

Dani and the kids went into the house, and Narkim and I followed behind. “The whole squad is in the house!” Damien my baby brother yelled. I put the bags down and grabbed him into a bear hug. “What up knuckle head!” I said. He was giggling. “Man, Im a grown man, get off me” He said. I playfully shoved him. “Please, you still get tucked in” I said playfully. He sucked his teeth in. “Hey big bro” Janessa said hugging me. “Hey Nessi Ness” I said to her, it felt good being home. “Hey bro” I heard. I looked up and seen Vada. My mouth dropped. Janessa and Vada in the same house. “Heyyyy Vi, what’s going on little sis, you look good man what’s up?” I said hugging her tightly. “Danielle this is Vada my sister, I told you about” I said introducing them. They hugged, and Vada picked up Christian and hugged on Leiana. I seen my dad off to the side. “Hey pops” I said. He smiled and hugged me. “Hey first born” He said. He was mugging Danielle, for some reason Dad ain’t like Danielle mostly because he couldn’t stand women who made more money than men. “I see yall still together” He said. I sighed. “Yeah Dad, we are just like you and mom” I said. He bust out laughing and walked away. I shook my head. I seen Norielle come out of the kitchen. “Baby sis” I said. “Hey MJ, wait I’m a little sick” She said. I backed up. “Heyyy I don’t want no type of cold man” I said. I walked into the dining room and seen Mama setting up the dinner table with her good china. “Hey mama” I said walking up to her and kissing her cheek. She smiled. “Finally, all my babies in a house together” She said hugging me. “Yeah we made it, sorry we took so long driving down here, Danielle was still at the office, so we got a late start” I told her. She waved her hand. “It’s good, you’re here now”. I walked out and grabbed our bags and went upstairs. I seen Danielle already in the room texting. She looked up at me. “Hey” She said. I put the bags down. “Can you go one second without that got damn phone?” I asked. She looked at me sideways. “Excuse me?” She said. I snatched the phone from her and put it on the nightstand next to mine. “You been fucking texting the whole ride down here, it’s family time put that shit down” I said. She looked at me like she wanted to hit me. “Snatch something from my hand again Malcom and I will walk me and my kids up out of here, now I’m sorry I will try my best to not be on my phone but it’s 2018 Malcom, you going to snatch everyone’s phone” She said before taking her phone back and going downstairs. I sat on the bed irritated, my dad then walked in. “You good son?” He asked. I nodded. “Yeah, yeah just tired, I been driving for 8 hours” I said. He shook his head. “I was looking at Christian while I was down there, that boy is sooo damn light skin, Leiana got more melanin than him, I know you and Danielle separated in the past due to you not having a job at one point but you sure he is a Richards?” My dad asked. I hissed at him. “Dad, I know you don’t like that Danielle makes more money than me but we not about to deny that my son is mine, it’s too early, I’m hungry, I’m tired please not right now” I stressed to him. He nodded. “I’m sorry I brought it up, I been drinking a little” He said. I laughed on the bed and palmed my face. I heard a phone buzz and looked over at the nightstand. I looked at my phone and realized Danielle grabbed my phone, not hers. “You still coming to see?”- M. Danielle walked into the room, “Here I grabbed your phone” She said. She tried to grab her phone, and I moved my hand. “Who is M with a heart Danielle?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “Give me my phone Malcom” She said. I moved my hand again shaking my head. “Who is M? is it Mark?” I asked. She started laughing. “Really?” She asked snatching her phone and throwing my phone.

Damien:

“I miss you” I texted Kristen. She replied. “Damien, please stop”. I smirked. “Wrong person sorry” I texted. She just read the message.

“Damien, Nylah’s here” My mom yelled. Nylah walked in the house with her suitcase; her mom travels a lot and I didn’t want her to spend Christmas alone. She hugged my mom and hugged the fam and walked over to me and kicked my feet. “What are you doing ugly?” She asked. I sucked my teeth at her. “Man shut yo Annie Warbucks looking ass up” I said messing with her curls. She playfully pushed me. I got up and grabbed her luggage and brought it up to my room. “Dang, I’m shocked. Vada and Janessa are both here?” She said. Nylah knows about the family drama. I nodded. “Man, I got me a worldstar account just in case shit go down” I told her. She hit me. “You so messy man, but ima snapchat it” She said laughing. “Shit to calm right now with” I said twirling around in my desk chair. She went and opened her suitcase, and pulled out wrapped gifts. “I got you some shit, so this year you wont say I forgot” She handed me one. “You can open one now”. I sat back acting like I had a hard decision. “D, just pick!” She giggled. “Aight! I’m get this big fat one” I said. I sat on the bed and held the big box and started taking the wrapping paper off. It was a karaoke machine. “Yoooo La” I said in shock. “Now we can finally have real karaoke instead of using remotes” She said smiling. “Truuuuueee, man thank you La, man I aint get you shit” I said to her. She groaned. “Damien! You better have got me something or I’m taking all this shit backkkk” She said grabbing her Kareoke Machine she got me. I laughed and went in my drawer and pulled out a box. “Here you go cry baby ass girl” I said. She smiled brightly and quickly unwrapped it. It was 2 lockets that said had best friends on it and a picture of one of us in it. She stood there speechless. “Damien OMG thank you, I love it” She kissed me on the cheek. “Hey love birds! Dinner is ready” Nori said smiling. I nodded. “Eww man she like my sister” I said. Nylah gave me a nasty look that I laughed at, but she wasn’t laughing. “What?” I said. She shrugged. “Nothing, umm Kristen texted you she said are you busy later” She handed me, my phone and went down stairs. I read the text. “Busy later?” I smiled. “Maybe”.I replied.

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Secret--Chapter 21

Characters: Negan x OFC (Lily) Warnings: Light smut, language, mention of miscarriage No Beta so sorry for any mistakes

Chapter 21

“Well, that was a good fucking haul!” Negan exclaimed as he helped unload everything into the garage-turned-food storage.

“It took us 5 days but I can’t believe how much we found,” Rick agreed.

“You’re home!!!” Lily screamed, running towards Negan and ready to jump into his arms.

“Whoa! Hang on! Lemme put this fucker down!” He warned her. He placed the box down and readied himself for the jump.

She ran faster and hopped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He gripped her tightly as she covered him with kisses. Negan’s chuckle filled her heart with happiness as he welcomed her lips on his skin.

“Well, hello to you, too!” He smiled.

She pulled away and grinned at him, “Hi!! I was worried sick about you guys.”

Rick placed a box of canned goods on the shelf beside him and said, “Well, we’re all back in one piece so no need to worry anymore!”

“Michonne is not happy that you left without her,” Lily warned him.

Rick sighed, “I know, I know. But with her condition, I was worried.”

“I’m fine!” Michonne’s voice echoed behind them, “I’m pregnant, not dying.”

Rick held his arms out to greet her as she reached him. He kissed her forehead, “I know but it’s still early. I don’t want anything happening. I just want you both safe.”

“That’s sweet,” Michonne replied, “But I can handle it until I start showing.”

“You’re not going on any runs. Don’t argue,” he insisted.

Michonne huffed and agreed.

Negan sighed as he put Lily down to her feet. His eyes shifted a bit and he quickly picked up the box of paper towels they had found and placed it on a shelf.

“You okay?” Lily asked.

“Yup!” He nodded, “Just exhausted. And I need a shower. I am fucking ripe!”

“I can grab the last box. Why don’t you head home? Thanks for all your help,” Rick told him.

“You sure? I can help…” Negan began.

Rick held up his hand to stop him, “Go! She’s obviously eager to get you home!”

Negan looked down at Lily and smiled as she flashed him a goofy face. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, buddy,” Negan shook Rick’s hand and placed his other arm around Lily’s shoulder.

They walked back home, their steps in tandem even though his were so much wider than hers. She sighed deeply as they got to their front porch.

“You okay?” He questioned, concerned.

“Yep! Just missed you and I’m glad you’re home,” she replied.

Negan opened the door and looked down at her. “I missed you, too, doll. Wanna help me get clean?” His eyebrows wiggled at her as they walked inside.

“I thought you’d never ask!” She bolted up the stairs forcing him to chase her.

They rushed to the bathroom, throwing their clothes to the floor. She turned on the water and allowed it to warm up. She felt his arms wrap around her waist and she immediately moaned at the feel of his skin on hers.

“Hiya,” she rasped.

“Hey,” he responded, kissing her shoulder and then her neck.

“Don’t leave for 5 days again. Please,” she pleaded.

He gave a light chuckle, “I’ll do my best, baby. Supplies are getting harder to find. We have to go further out. I think in a couple weeks, we’re going to have to make our way further out west.”

She spun around to face him and flung her arms around his neck, “I’m coming with you next time.”

“Absolutely not!” Negan protested. “I’m not going to let you go anywhere for that long, baby. End of discussion.”

“I’m useful!” she argued.

“I’m not saying you’re not. I’m not saying you can’t take care of yourself, but we need you here. The more doctors we have the better and you know I’m right,” he insisted.

She sighed aggressively, “Fine. I just...I wish we had a way to keep in touch when you’re gone. This whole lack of technology thing kills me.”

He smiled and rubbed his fingers on her face. “Maybe the walkie talkies can work. I can check in every night. If we still had cell phones, I could send you a few dick pics to tide you over while I’m gone.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Negan!!” Lily exclaimed, trying to suppress laughter, “You’re an idiot.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered, placing a small kiss on her forehead.

Her face flushed as he said the words. She looked up at him and smiled softly. She leaned up on her tip toes and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. His beard scratched her skin slightly but she loved the sensation. Goosebumps traveled through her body as their kiss intensified. The feel of his tongue on hers never failed to encourage a moan from her. She felt her core twitch. The excitement was hard to hide as the wetness between her legs grew. He let go of the kiss and lead her into the shower. She helped clean his back and washed his beard, which was full of dust from the roads they had taken. Every chance he could, he had his hands on her. His callous fingers grazing every inch he could reach sent a chill through her.

“Negan?” She asked softly. Her fingers dancing through his wet hair.

“Lily,” he replied, his voice low and filled with lust.

“Why?”

“Uh...I’m not entirely sure what the fuck you’re talking about, sweetheart. Care to elaborate?” He nuzzled the crook of her neck.

She groaned quietly, “Why me?”

“The fuck are you talking about, woman?” He asked, still leaving a trail of kisses on her neck.

“There are other women here. You even have some women still left at the Sanctuary who want you still. Why are you choosing me over everyone else?”

“Because I’m not in love with them. Plain and fucking simple. Now, stop asking these questions and let’s finish up. I wanna fucking do stuff to ya,” he answered, zero doubt in his voice.

She laughed, “Seriously. How did I end up with such a romantic?!”

He shrugged, “Just got lucky!” He gave her a wink and a soft kiss.

He turned off the water and stepped out. She admired his physique as he wrapped the towel around his waist. His skin glistened slightly as the sunlight through the window hit the droplets on his chest. She sighed happily as he handed her a towel.

He smiled, “You good, baby?”

She nodded slowly, “Uh huh. I just...I just don’t get it. You’re so….hot.”

“And so are you. And two hot people should be together,” he said.

She blushed again. She looked up at him as she wrapped herself in the towel. “What?” She asked.

“Did you ever want kids?”

“What?”

“Kids. Did you ever want them?”

Lily paused for a moment, completely unsure how to respond to him. “I….I don’t know. I was pregnant once but it didn’t last long. I never really thought about it after that.”

“Miscarriage?”

“Something like that…”

“Oh…” He quickly realized what she meant.

She shrugged, “Yeah. Did you?”

“Want kids? Yeah. We tried. Never happened. Tried with a few of the...the point is, little Negans never came to be.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, “What brought this up?”

“Michonne. I’m happy for her but it got me thinking.”

“You want kids?”

“I mean, at least one. Any thoughts?”

Lily dried herself off slowly and thought for a moment. She didn’t know how she felt about kids. She liked them but did she want one of her own in this world?

“I don’t know, Negan. I really don’t. I mean, in this world it doesn’t seem rational but things happen, I guess,” she replied.

Negan’s eyes lowered and his shoulders slumped. “Yeah, I mean, you’re right. Forget I said anything.”

“Negan,” she took a step towards him, “Are you asking me…”

“I wanna have a fucking baby with you. Yeah. That’s what I’m saying but forget it. You’re right. This isn’t a world to bring in a child.”

“Hey,” she said sternly, “Stop. I didn’t say we couldn’t try.”

He looked at her wide-eyed. “Seriously? You actually wanna try?”

“Why don’t we just...try without trying? Keep doing what we’re doing and if it happens, it happens. Sound good?”

“I can go with that! Let’s start now!” He picked her up and carried her over to the sink. The cold countertop on her ass sent a shiver up her spine. She let the towel fall off her body as she giggled at his excitement. His lips caressed her gently. Their groans echoed in unison as he took her body completely. The passion flowed as he pounded her and came deep inside her begging pussy.

“Round two?” She asked as she lay down on the bed.

“Oh baby, you always know the right things to say…” he grinned.

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