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leonstoenailunderhisbed · 4 months ago

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Cigarettes after sex

Summary: Friends with benefits. One night stand. Hookup buddy. All these names were thrown in the table and yet you didn’t know what exactly to call your relationship with Leon.

Warning: angst. hurt/no comfort. older Leon x younger reader (21+). established relationships. mentions of sex but no smut.

Word count: 1,500

A/N: someone requested an angst fic so I shall deliver :3

“It's leading me on, every time we touch. Leading me on, every time it hurts. Feeling so lonely, 'cause it's not enough” - Touch, Cigarettes After Sex

Six months ago you were living a different life. Destined by the gods to struggle on your own as trekked through the roads of life at every hardship places upon you.

Until you met Leon.

He was older, wiser, mature. He was everything you weren’t. You unconsciously compared yourself to him. He seemed aloof and cold but deep down you knew he had a heart.

But you? You were happy and free but how was your heart inside? You often questioned yourself whether if you were naive and young or if you really had terrible attachment issues.

The first night you shared with Leon was purely without strings attached. He’s made it very plainly that all he wanted was basically a fuck buddy and you in your best mind said yes.

But behind every tender touch, every gaze under his icy azure ice really helped you keep your feelings away?

No.

It didn’t.

There were nights where he didn’t even call or text. He would go MIA and come back as if nothing happened. But he also made that clear, right?

He was a do or don’t type of person. You either do or someone else will.

Wrapped around bedsheets, clothes discarded on the floor, the lights down; everything was sensual. He held you strong in his arms as he released his frustrations through your body. But his arms were hollow. He wasn’t holding you because he loved you, he was holding you because he had to.

He wasn’t a total asshole, he’d clean you up and tell you to go to sleep while he’d get dressed and leave in the middle of the night. Not knowing if he’ll ever come back.

It was draining. This push and pull situation. You wanted more, you always did and yet, with what you have, could he even spare you a drop of love?

“Doll, you know I can’t.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not that type of guy.”

“Darling, you deserve better than some old guy like me.”

It was weird, really. He says he can’t love you but one night after you two had sex, he cradled you in his arms and refused to lessen his firm grip. His hands wrapped around your upper body as he held you close to his chest, almost to confirm that you were alive. He nuzzled his face into your hair and breathed deeply as he held you close.

But that was just once. One ounce of love and affection that you craved so much. And he never did it again.

You knew he hooked up with other girls. He never got over his true love.

He only ever visits you to pretend you are the woman he wishes were in your place.

And it hurt like bitch. He never kissed you on the lips. He never moaned your name when he came. Just a fuck and leave.

It ached and churned your heart, you tried so hard to prove to him that you could be the very thing that was missing in his hellish life. Only for him to be blind and choose someone else.

So when you saw him sit up on the bed and take out a pack of unfamiliar cigarettes, you knew your time with him was done. Someone else had got to him and took him away from you.

The pack had a red lipstick print on it and you could only assume that it was from the woman his heart craved.

“Who is she?” You asked quietly as you propped yourself on your elbow and stared at his broad back.

He didn’t bother to turn around, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it, “Someone you don’t need your pretty little head to worry about,” he muttered before he took an inhale of the tobacco before he blew it out of his parted lips.

“I’ll worry about it. What will this mean to us?” You asked and this time, he finally gave you his attention. He turned his head over his shoulders to look at you.

“There is no ‘us’,” he answered quietly.

“So that’s it?” You whispered, “it took you half a year and someone random bitch to realize how you truly feel?”

“She’s not a random bitch,” he quickly retaliated gruffly, “And you knew perfectly well about our arrangement. No strings attached, this was all just for sex. Don’t tell me you started to catch feelings because I did not sign up for that.”

You could only remain quiet. And he could only stare at him, his eyebrows raising and his jaw slightly going slack. A hand ran through his hair as he sighed, “Jesus Christ…”

“Are you fucking serious?” He asked rhetorically in a whisper as he got up from the bed to look down at you.

“I’m sorry—“

“The one thing I told you not to do and you go ahead and do it.”

“I couldn’t control it, what I feel it’s—is nothing I can do about!” You explained.

He narrowed his eyes at you, “There is something you can do about it. Ever tried to move on like every person on this fucking planet when they know they have no chance with someone? Are you that naive?”

Ouch.

Tears stung at your eyes at his words. They were harsh but they right like every other thing he’s ever said, “It’s not easy,” you whispered, your voice quivering as you tried to contain your emotions.

“It’s not easy,” he repeats, “Of course it’s not but that doesn’t mean you should have any hope about anything happening between us. I can’t love you and I can’t be the person you want me to be. I am not the person you think I am and once you get through your head, you’ll realize that I was right.”

“I love you,” you whispered as slow tears fell down your cheeks.

He shook his head and cupped your face in his hands, “You don’t love me. You think you do but you don’t. If you love someone, you would understand what they do to you and you wouldn’t let them treat you like shit. If you love someone, you let them go,” he whispered back.

Your fingers curled around his wrists as he held your face, tears blurring your vision, “I can’t—“

“Yes you can,” he whispered firmly, “you’re strong, Y/n, you’ve dealt with shit that I don’t know about and you will keep dealing with shit the more you grow. But you’re young. Too young to understand what love is.”

“You don’t get it—“

“Yes I do,” he narrowed his eyes and wiped your tears with his thumbs. An act so tender and affectionate, were it not for the current situation, “I’ve been in your position before and I’m telling you to give me up. It’s pointless and you’ll only get hurt.”

You shook your head as best as you could, trying to speak through tears while his face softened slightly at the sight.

“But I love you,” you whispered defiantly, “I love you and I can’t explain this feeling, it can’t be put into words. Please…”

“Baby,” he whispered and let go of your face, “You’ll get hurt and I only tried to mean well. I don’t love you but I care for you. And trust me when I say that this, this ‘us’ as you call it, can’t work anymore. I can’t be with someone who gets attached to me with emotions. I’m doing this for you.”

You could only cry. How is it that you messed up everything? Would things be better if you had kept shut about your emotions and keep having meaningless sex with him or was it better to let out your emotions on a silver platter where Leon had the choice of accepting or not?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You brought a hand to his cheek and pulled yourself towards him, your lips connecting with his.

But he didn’t kiss back.

He let you kiss him, knowing you probably were aching and heartbroken. He wasn’t a total jackass but he knew he couldn’t be with you.

His hands gently pulled you back, a look of remorse and regret on his face before he stood up and dressed into his jeans and shirt. Before he could leave your room, he spared you one last glance.

And that was the last time you’ve ever seen him.

No calls and no text, it was as if the cord has finally been cut and there was no way back to him. You tried calling but only to be sent to voicemail.

Some say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. But is that all just bullshit when you know that losing the person you love is worse than not loving at all?

The pack of cigarettes remained sitting on your nightstand, the lipstick a reminder of the woman he loves. Of someone you wished you were in her place.

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thisismeracing · 1 year ago

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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 15

Pairing: mick schumacher x hamilton!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, mentions of food and alcohol, mentions of sex (no smut tho), tooth-rotting fluff, not proofread, etc etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 4.1k

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Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he throws cautious carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

A/n: There are a bunch of moments between Gina and Yn, and Yn and Corrina, and especially Mick and Yn. I know some of you are curious as to what happened after the last smau chapter, but I need to show Yn and Mick before so that you can understand what happens and why it happens when it does. I hope you guys like it! Thank you so much for all the reblogs, comments, and likes, it means a lot and I would love it if you guys kept it coming (they really motivate me to get things done faster lol). I will probably be posting some extras during this week and, hopefully, chapter 16 which will be a regular chapter too. Let me know your thoughts, and make sure to send my work or this fic to a friend as a rec *mwah*

*The first part happens right after the China GP (chapter 10 here)

*SMAU VERSION

“Can you turn it off?” Yn mumbled, moving her face closer to Mick’s neck, burying herself there as if by a miracle the sound wouldn’t reach her from that spot.

The German scratched his eyes with the back of his hands, stretching his body as far as he could with Yn’s weight on top of him, “I fear we have to get up.”

“No, can’t do,” she answers while trying to merge her body with his, which takes a bunch of her curls to Mick’s face. It tickles him, and Mick can only chuckle, especially when she adds, “I think I’m still hungover. How can you even consider leaving the bed?”

“C’mon, I gotta shower and find something healthy to eat before getting to the paddock,” it’s the German’s response, fingers tenderly trailing down Yn’s body.

The Hamilton pushes herself up, elbows propped on Mick’s naked chest, her sleepy brows raising, and her hand confidently lifting to him in a greeting manner. Mick snickers, foreseeing her dirty joke, but Yn did not crack, only smirks and joshes, “Nice to meet you. Did you know my middle name is Healthy? Pretty close to Hamilton as you can tell too.”

She looked so pretty, he thought, all giddy and smiley, wearing nothing but his shirt, perched on top of him, body still soft with sleep, and coated by a post-orgasm glow. Mick huffed moving one of his hands to her waist to keep her in place while the other pulled some of her curls from her face. Her brown skin gleamed under the natural light coming from the big window in front of them. He swore he could spend days admiring her without getting even remotely bored.

Meanwhile, Yn was doing the same, studying him study her. The way his blue eyes would move attentively, sometimes using his fingers to trace the path his eyes took. He would brush it around her collarbone, under her chin. He would draw her lips without even noticing he was doing so, and she would smile because nothing ever felt quite like that.

Nothing ever felt as natural as being with Mick.

“Shower sex?” she breaks the moment with another playful joke and shrieks when the blonde gets up, hauling her body on his shoulders and power walking to the bathroom. Their laughs echoed right before their moans and silent promises. They had yet to choose which one was their favorite symphony.

–

Yn had just finished drying her hair and was now giving the final touches, Mick was sitting patiently on the marble of the sink, attentively observing her movements, “We should go sightseeing later today,” he suggested.

“That would be nice, actually,” the Hamilton agreed, breaking the distance between their bodies with short steps. Less than a second and she was standing between his legs, grinning up at him, “thought, I would agree to do about anything if it meant staying close to you,” she confessed, and Mick felt his heart falter a beat. It was still new for him the way she openly praised and confessed what she was feeling and thinking.

He was enchanted.

Mick beamed pinching Yn’s chin between his pointer and forefinger and bringing her face for a tender kiss. Their lips brushed tentatively, and she found a home for her hands on his shoulders and waist, her gentle touch made him humm in appreciation right before he dived into her, exploring each other as much as the physics of the position permitted. Everything was amplified by the feeling of their body heat and the fast pumping of their hearts. Tingly stomach, clenching lungs, burning cheeks, sweaty palms. Kissing someone never felt like this before, and they were both over the moon to experience it with the other.

It would be hard to go around their days without touching after discovering every little detail and feeling they did. Yn could only pray her eyes didn’t turn her in.

And as it turns out, her eyes didn’t turn her in because they were together for almost a month. What did screw things up, however, was the internet. The media started to speculate even more, which meant tons of paparazzi around her and, worse, Mick’s family. Lewis was used to the flashes and the comments, and he knew his sister and the Schumacher were together, Yn told him during the Baku week, nonetheless, he was stressed about how everyone was invading their privacies, things went as far as the oldest Hamilton giving a rude answer when asked about it.

So that meant Yn was as stressed as ever, and she felt responsible for putting everyone on the spot. That’s what she told Corinna while they were having breakfast at the paddock. It was the Miami race week, things were hectic, everyone was super busy with everything, and still, they had to deal with the internet’s attention. Both Yn and Corina were aware that their breakfast trip too would be all around Twitter before the day was over.

“It’s not your fault, honey,” the oldest Schumacher assures Yn, hands extended at the table, fingers intertwined in an attempt to calm Yn.

“How did you deal with this when you were younger?” Yn asked, but then added, “If you’re comfortable, I don’t want to make you talk about something that may make you sad.”

Corina smiled at Yn’s consideration. She was always a sweetheart, yet would joke around and make everyone laugh. The Schumacher understood why Mick was head over heels for the youngest Hamilton. “You get used to it, sometimes you gotta set boundaries and tell people what's off limits, but there’s a part of your life that inevitably has to be public,” she explains. “You’re both famous in different fields, but connected by your brother’s career too, so I think that’s the reason why everyone wants a peek into your relationship,” Corina’s voice was soft and she delivered every word holding tightly Yn’s hand, the oldest woman knew how it felt to have to choose between love and privacy. She knew how hard it was in the beginning and she knew the importance of having guidance. It wasn’t just being exposed as a person, but as a couple, and that added extra pressure to the relationship. “I love Michael, so it was an easy choice. It didn’t change the fact that I had to get used to everything, but it helped me think about our future and present together whenever I got anxious.”

Yn took a deep breath. She liked Mick more than she initially thought. Being closer to him, sharing secrets, thoughts, fears, and affection with someone always brings them closer, and the Schumacher was so near her heart that she was afraid he was already with half of his body inside, making a home for himself there. Still, it’s a difficult situation when you’re in between with your feelings, and you don’t know if you love them or you just like them a lot, and it gets hard to make decisions such as Corina’s. It puts you in the mirror facing your own wrongdoings and fears, you have to ask questions and deliver honest answers because the next step will be supported by it. One wrong wording, and you can trip.

“I’m really sorry for putting you in the spot again with all the paparazzi and internet comments,” Yn glances at her untouched plate, heart heavy and body tired.

“Hey,” Corina calls, “I don’t care about it. It is an inconvenience, but it’s nothing new to me or Gina, or Mick. What I do care about is my children's happiness, and Mick cares for you, he smiles more when you are around, and even Angie seems to be obsessed with you. I can’t be more unbothered by noisy people who don’t really know about our family, talking on the Internet,” she offered.

They shared eye contact for another minute, smiling knowingly and affectionately at each other. And so with her heart warm and with a big smile on her face, Yn tossed part of her fears away and started a new topic, a fun one, finally biting on her food.

Sunday proved to be a tough experience for both Hamilton’s. One dealing with privacy problems, and the other dealing with a sixth position in a race that was supposed to treat him right. Yn watched everything with her dad, Corinna, and Gina by her side, and although it wasn’t the outcome they were waiting for, it was a good experience to share that moment with them. Gina was an avid watcher, whilst Mick kept attentive eyes on the screen, only occasionally speaking, Gina would cheer and grab Yn whenever Lewis had to slow down for a curve or a car got too close. It took a couple of jump scares for Yn to get used to how Gina would suddenly go for her arms or almost yell something, but by the middle of the race, the Hamilton would be ready for her friend’s manner.

When the race was finally over, Yn was leaning on her father, a small pout on her lips thinking about how bummed her brother must be with the results. Lewis, just like her, would always set high goals and would do just about anything he physically could to reach it. It was something that she admired about him, and he admired about her, and both worried about each other. Their similarities made them share similar problems too, and at those times one of the few people who could calm their racing minds would be their dad.

“It’s time to get you cape, super dad,” Yn tried to lighten the mood, and Anthony, her dad, chuckled. He turned, planting a kiss on her forehead, and smiled when he saw Mick approach them.

“Gina’s in the bathroom,” Yn pointed behind her, and the German nodded.

“Yeah, I saw her leaving… I- uhm got you some water and the chocolate bar you like,” he moved the two things in his hand, “I didn’t see you eat nor drink during the race. I thought this could lift your mood a bit too.”

Anthony watched everything unfold in front of him. The way his daughter stared at the blonde in front of them, how her lips curled in a genuine smile and her eyes twinkled in a way that only someone who had known her since forever would notice, the way it did when she was trying to bottle her emotions, to keep her reaction’s a whisper, instead of let it be heard by others.

“Thank you, mouse,” Yn smiled, taking a swing from the water and eagerly opening the sweet bar, but nothing tasted sweeter than knowing Mick was paying attention, that he thought about her, that he worried about her even when his mind was focused on something else.

“Would you like something too, Mr. Hamilton?” Mick asked. “I didn’t-”

Anthony interrupts with a playful chortle, “You didn’t pay attention to me,” it’s a statement, but although it could be interpreted as a bad thing, it doesn’t sound like something terrible for the oldest Hamilton seeing as he is smirking at Mick. “But you did share your attention between the race and my daughter, so I gotta give you that.” Anthony jokes, and Mick relaxes. “I’m good, got some water and food while you kids were focused on not cursing or screaming.”

Just as he finished his sentence, Gina returned from the bathroom. “I’ve been watching races since a kid, but it still stresses me and makes me wanna curse a pilot or two,”

“Or twenty,” Yn added, and the whole group shared a laugh.

“Or twenty,” she agrees.

“Twenty what?” it was Corinna’s voice approaching.

And so they tried to focus their conversation on the light topic before Yn and her dad went to Lewis for some much-needed family time. Yn let her dad do the talking, while her brother leans on her, sweaty forehead on her shoulder and one of his hands clasped on hers. It’s their silent way of communicating they got each other’s back. A reminder that the other is there and won’t leave. Lewis tried to argue about how sixth wasn’t good, but neither of the Hamiltons’ were having that, so they stayed together until Lewis had media duties, now with his mind in the right place. And Yn made him promise her they would go out with their friends to celebrate the points.

And that they do.

Monday starts early, or at least that’s what Yn gathered when she woke up to soft kisses on her naked back. The room was still fairly dark just a bit of light was spilling from the sides of the big curtains giving the space a nice coloring. She spotted her clothes scattered on the ground along with Mick’s, and she mumbled in her hazy state when his lips found her shoulders.

“It’s time to wake up,” it was a whisper, but his voice was always thicker in the morning, which gave Yn chills.

“Two more hours,” was her plea.

Mick laughed, his lips now on the sweet spot of her neck, kissing and biting, and taking a meowl out of Yn’s lips, “You’re the one who came up with the idea of going out today. C’mon, it’s a beautiful day,” his voice is so melodic, spoken between kisses, in synchrony with his exploring and gentle hands on her. It feels like a beautiful day indeed, but Yn just wanted some more hours of sleep after spending most of the Sunday night talking in bed with Mick. She could still hear their laughs and feel her belly hurting from how much they did it.

“How come you know it’s a beautiful day if the curtains are closed?” It’s her sassy response, but Mick knows she’s just trying to buy a bit more time. He will answer, she will mumble something back, he will answer yet again, and this time she will be snoozing.

He’s attentive.

Mick loves to observe Yn.

So his answer is simple yet effective, “We went to bed together and woke up together. How could it not be a beautiful day?”

And that get’s Yn full attention. She turns, her back now on the mattress, Mick’s weight deliciously on top of her, his sweet, yet sleepy smile takes her breath away for a second or two, “You’re so cheesy,” she whispers, one hand rubbing her eyes, the other holding Mick’s bicep as if silently telling him to stay close.

“I got you to wake up.”

Yn nods her head lightly, eyes closing again, but this time to contain her lips from forming their own sentence, confessing what her mind has yet to discover. She smiles, and it’s so beautiful. Mick wants to keep the image in his head forever.

“You’re right.”

“About what?” Mick asks, dipping his head to kiss her naked skin again. Yn’s fingers thread throw his blond strands messing his hair a bit more.

“It’s a beautiful day.” She opens her eyes again, big brown orbs getting lost in the soft details of Schumacher’s face. “Why can’t we stay here forever? This could be our kingdom,” it’s her sleepy comment, but something she has been thinking about a lot. Life was so much simpler when it was just the two of them inside a room. She wanted to keep and cherish their feelings. It was so precious and intimate sometimes Yn wished it could be their secret for longer than they knew would be.

“Queen of my heart,” Mick purred in her ear, lips trailing kisses from that spot to her face.

“King of mine,” she breathed her confession lacing her arms around his naked chest and melting into the hug that followed.

Both of them were aware of what their confession meant.

It felt too soon to say I love you, but it was never too soon to swim through it, to discover their feelings, to get used to how each praise and word sounded, to the secrecy and intimacy of sharing how falling for the other felt.

There were many ways to confess, show and feel love.

Mick and Yn were discovering it day by day.

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“And don’t take forever, please, Sir!” Yn joked, and Lewis rolled his eyes before slamming the bathroom door. Mick laughed at the siblings' antics.

It was about an hour after the couple had woken up, and they were now in the process of dragging Lewis out of his room. The oldest Hamilton was usually, contrary to Yn, the early bird. Lewis would be up and doing just about everything before the clock hit seven am, but it was a post-race Monday, and sometimes he gave himself the luxury of sleeping in (which would usually consist of sleeping until eight am).

Today, however, Lewis was woken up by his sister and his friend, chaotically fussing him to change so they could have breakfast. And what else could he do if not follow? How could he ever say no to his sister when she was so radiant and smiley in the morning?

Lewis played the older brother part and pretended to be annoyed by the duo before finally giving in and following their script.

Which consisted of breakfast in the hotel with part of the grid, who was going to go with them, half of the morning at the beach enjoying the Miami weather and clear sand, and then a boat party, which was not supposed to be a party but rather just a gathering with some low music and drinks, but Lando was one of the few who volunteered to get everything together, so neither Yn nor Mick was surprised when the boat friendly gathering turned into a yacht party.

Yn remembers drinking and swimming with Gina, drowning shots with Pierre and Yuki, and spending over an hour discussing music with Lewis and Charles. Between every conversation and interaction she had with her friends, her eyes would always find Mick from across the boat or in the water. They would smile at each other, sometimes stare for as long as possible without raising people’s attention, and then go about their day. She wanted to stop by his side and kiss him or help him with sunscreen on his cheeks and back, but although they were friends, they were still a secret for some new guests, and there was always the possibility of cameras catching. So they kept it to themselves.

Or at least they tried.

And they did it for most of the party.

Until they couldn’t anymore.

That’s how they found each other in the bathroom, on the bottom floor of the yacht.

Flush cheeks, warm bodies, and loose giggles. The music from the party was muffled, and they reveled in each other’s touch. Eager hands exploring every surface of the other’s body. Mick’s arm curled around Yn’s waist, pressing against each other harder and moaning in her mouth. She grinned into the kiss, humming and biting his lower lip. He tasted like alcohol, with a salty tinge to it thanks to the sea and the sunscreen. His hair was still damp from when he was swimming, and Yn threaded her fingers between them, pulling lightly.

They pulled away to catch their breaths, and Yn attached her lips to his collarbone, kissing and biting it, enjoying the way he leaned into her, as if in surrender to her caressing. Mick cups Yn’s cheeks between his hands, staring into her eyes, and it’s like time freezes for a second.

She smiles.

He smiles too.

His lips parted to say something, but before he could, there was a knock on the door.

“Oi?”

“Occupied!” they both shout over the muffled music and the closed door, and they laugh after noticing that now whoever is on the other side knows that a couple is making out in the bathroom.

“We should get back to the party,” Mick sighed, and Yn silently agreed, standing on her tiptoes to give him another kiss.

“See you up there,” it’s whispered on his lips, and he smiles, giving her another peck and finally letting her body go.

He watches as Yn fixes her bikini in front of the mirror, and blows him a kiss before opening the door and leaving. Mick takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and all the blood rushing through his body. He can still feel her body pressed against his, her smile on his skin. He takes some time to get ready before going back to the party, and when he does, Yn is sitting with Gina, her hands now occupied with a drink, and one of her big smiles gracing her lips.

“This party was the best idea ever, Yn,” Gina gushed, passing Yn a water bottle. “I’m letting loose before the competition in two weeks. I feel like I was getting too anxious,” she confessed, and Yn nodded.

“When is it happening?” Yn asked and then added, “The exact date, I mean.”

Gina took a sip from her drink, sitting cross-legged and turning her body slightly in Yn’s direction. They watched as Mick strolled toward them, a tipsy smile on his lips, seeing the two interact. He sat on the ground, body leaning on the seat, parting Yn’s legs to accommodate his large shoulders.

“May 28th,” was the oldest Schumacher answer.

Yn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “It’s the date of the Monaco race, right?” She asked, and Gina shrugged and nodded. “You’re going?” Yn nudged Mick with her feet, and he grabbed it, directing her calf on top of his shoulders and in front of his chest.

“I tried, but it’s a hectic season. And it’s literally race day. I couldn’t get the day off,” Yn observes Gina’s and Mick’s instance. They seem bummed with the whole situation. But who wouldn’t be? It’s his sister's tournament, and he won’t be there to cheer for her. And she felt her heart squeeze with the idea of Gina competing without a familiar face in the stands for her.

“But Corinna’s going, right?”

Gina shook her head, and Yn bit her lip in thought.

“She originally would, this ride was supposed to happen in the middle of the week, but something came up, and they had to reschedule,” the blonde girl explained.

The youngest Hamilton played with the strings of her swimsuit, while her mind came up with solutions for the current problem, “I could go,” she suggests. “If you want me there, that is. Only if you’re comfortable,” Yn is quick to add.

Yn witnesses Gina’s face change from a small frown to a big smile. Her eyes twinkled, and her posture relaxed, before she pursed her lips, questioning, “But how about Lewis? He’s racing, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, but Dad will be there, and so will Mick,” Yn grins, catching Mick’s eyes for a split second before looking back at Gina.

“Would you do it? Would you trade Monaco for Oklahoma to watch me ride a horse- It’s noisy, and very country. Do you like country stuff? Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” now Gina’s rambling, excited but also nervous with the perspective of Yn regretting her decision.

“G, breathe,” Mick reminds his sister, and she catches her breath, takes a sip of her drink, and then turns to Yn again.

“You’ll have a familiar face rooting for you in the stands. I will need a cowboy hat, though. I don’t have any.”

The blonde lets out a small squeal and lunges to hug Yn spilling their drinks in the process. They laugh, and ignore the sticky and sweety tinger of the alcohol and fruity juice, embracing each other.

Yn can’t see, but Mick is watching them from his spot on the ground. Neck turned in an attempt to get an even better view of the bond between them being straightened. He feels his heart warm with the image, how Gina’s eyes are closed and her lips spotting a large smile, how she looked more relaxed, happier because of Yn.

All because of Yn.

It’s a beat before they exchange some more words, Mick is too deep into his own thoughts, he only notices Gina getting up in the direction of the hose by the end of the yacht, and he takes the opportunity to get up.

“I think we will need another trip to the bathroom,” he whispers in Yn’s ear, and she smiles.

“I can clean up in th-” She stopped herself when she saw his expression. A mix she now knew to be admiration and arousal.

“Thank you for sacrificing Monaco for Gina,” he mumbled when they reached the corridor, not even waiting until they got to the bathroom to smash their lips in a kiss.

“It was nothing,” she dismisses it, and he shook his head.

“It was beautiful, and it was a lot. You’re too beautiful.” He praised, and Yn could only let her lips be devoured, her body be consumed, and her mind convinced of every compliment Mick whispered to her in their little bubble.

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sariahsue · 10 months ago

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Wherefore Art Thou My(stery) Lady

When a failed attempt to let Chat Noir down easy ends with Ladybug learning his name, she does what any lovesick teenager would do: teases him mercilessly. Ch 1 Ch 2

Chapter Three

Adrien didn't remember falling asleep, but he jumped awake with a jolt, diving for his phone, before realizing with dismay that he'd forgotten to plug it in and it had died overnight. Had he imagined the whole thing? Had Ladybug really texted him and told him she loved him, or had he made that all up?

He fumbled for the plug, begged the startup screen to load faster, and frantically plunged into his messages. There was the final message she sent, as real in the morning as it had been the night before.

My Lady – And for the record, I love you too.

He read it over and over again. She loved him. She'd said so. He hadn't made it up! Ladybug LOVED him! LADYBUG loved him! Ladybug loved HIM!

And she knew who he was! And she'd actually said yes to him when he asked her out!

“I can tell from your face that you're not done being lovesick yet.”

“Nope,” Adrien said, staring at the message. He was stretched out on his stomach across the bed, chin propped up in one hand, dopey smile on his face. “This is my permanent state of being now. Get used to it.”

“Are you going to get me some breakfast?”

“No.”

Plagg left him, making gagging sounds the whole way to the cheese stash.

Nathalie came in to get him for school a short time later, only to find Adrien still fully dressed in yesterday's clothes (not that she realized it) and looking happier than he’d ever been before. In his entire life.

“Did something good happen?” she asked, hand resting on the doorknob. Her body and her attention were both already halfway out the door.

“Just got a really nice text,” he said, jumping off the bed. “I'll be ready in a moment.”

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Adrien texted Ladybug several times while he was getting ready and riding to school. No responses. At first, he wondered if she was sleeping in. She had obviously been up just as late as he had, or even later. But when there were only ten minutes left before class started, he began to worry. Had she thought about what she'd said and decided to take it back? Was the prospect of dating her partner just too weird?

“Maybe her phone died,” he muttered to himself as he walked into the building. That was entirely plausible, considering what had happened to his phone. It was cool against his palm compared to the otherwise warm morning. It vibrated suddenly. A new text message.

My Lady – Urrgh. Why do mornings have to happen so early? Adrien – Have you been sleeping this whole time? You're going to be late! My Lady – Why are you so happy in the morning? It's terrible. Mornings are terrible. Why do I stay up so late? Adrien – Because you love spending time with me. Adrien – And thanks for the clue! My Lady – What? Adrien – Not a morning person. I should have guessed that already. I’m going to check the list of tardy students today. My Lady – I’m not going to be on it. So ha.

Who did he know that liked to sleep in? A plan to skip first period to watch the front doors for the late students popped into his mind, but he knew he'd get a call home and quickly scratched it out.

She was someone from school, who he was probably friends with since she’d had his number, and hated mornings. What else could he piece together about her? He knew her physical description, and that she couldn't be in his class. He had the numbers of all of his classmates, and most of them had already been akumatized anyway.

The most likely candidates were the other classes in his year, since Ladybug looked to be around his age. He'd start his search there, and then move to the other grades. It shouldn't be too difficult.

He walked all the way to his first class without another text from her. Nino was there, smiling at him smugly.

“What happened?” Adrien asked him.

“I got a text from a mutual friend of ours,” he said. “Just a few minutes ago.”

“Who?”

“I'm not allowed to say.”

Adrien's stomach flipped. Ladybug had talked to Nino? What had she told him?

“She said she'd finally confessed to you. Anonymously.” He put extra emphasis on the last word, and shook his head, like he couldn’t believe she’d do something so crazy.

“Yeah, I got a text like that,” Adrien said, sliding into his seat and trying not to act too excited about it. It had been anonymous, after all. There was no easy way to explain to Nino he already knew it was from the love of his life. “Did she say anything else?”

“Just that I'm not allowed to give you hints. Is she really making you guess who she is?”

“Yeah. I have an idea of where to look.” The yearbook. Easy. If she had last year’s, he knew she would have to be in it.

Nino shot a look up at the table in front of them and looked quickly back. Alya smiled at him and turned around to the front.

Ms. Bustier pulled open the classroom door just then. “Good morning!” she said, ever cheerful. The class collectively huffed out a quiet “hello” except for Adrien, who instead smiled broadly and waved. Sometimes he felt like the only awake one in their first period classes. Maybe not being a morning person wasn't such a good hint after all. Most of the class was trying to cover their yawns.

“Where's Marinette?” Ms. Bustier asked, counting her students. “Is she late again?”

“I'm here!” Marinette said as she dove through the door. “Sorry. Slept in.”

“Oh yeah? Why?” Alya called, in a tone that clearly said she already knew the answer. Marinette went pink but didn't duck her head. Instead she marched up to her seat, and said, “Good morning, Adrien” without a single stutter as she sat down. He waved to her too, then pretended to focus on the lesson. He was really just staring at the stack of books on the teacher’s desk, not taking in any of the words.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. When Ms. Bustier turned her back on them to write on the board, he pulled his phone out to read the message.

My Lady – Figure me out yet? Adrien – No, but I know where to start.

He felt bad. He didn't usually text in class, but this morning, he wasn't the only one. No sooner had he pocketed his phone than Marinette's notification alert went off, informing the whole class that someone had sent her a message. Ms. Bustier whipped around.

“Sorry!” Marinette said. “Sorry! I forgot to put it on silent.”

“Don't let me see it out again.”

“Good thing Bustier is so nice, girl,” he overheard Alya whispering to Marinette a few seconds later. Mendeleiev would have made you read that message out loud. Wouldn't that have been terrible?”

Marinette squeaked, and Alya laughed.

Adrien barely heard them.

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It was Wednesday night, and there wasn’t a patrol scheduled, but Adrien was willing to risk wasting his free time for a chance to see his Lady. Even if he didn’t run into her - and there was no reason why he would - it was nice to be out and seen by people. It gave the citizens of Paris a sense of security, a feeling that they were being watched over. (That was what he told Plagg when the kwami had griped at him for waking him up from his nap - oh, and also for using his powers for selfish reasons. Plagg had quit complaining when Adrien offered him double cheese for dinner.)

Chat Noir stopped at the Montparnasse Tower and looked over the city. It was just after dusk. Lights were twinkling on all around him, and from where he was, he could see the sun slipping over the distant horizon.

His cat ears twitched. Soft footsteps landed behind him, about 10 meters away. They crept forward three steps, stopped for a few seconds, then started up again, and he smiled. Ladybug was trying to sneak up again. His heart beat faster, but he pretended he hadn't noticed.

He debated as she tiptoed closer, trying to decide if he'd turn around unexpectedly and scare her, but he held himself back. She knew who he was this time. There was no telling what she would do.

Gentle hands reached around his head and covered his eyes. “Guess who,” she said, her breath so close it tickled his ear. Involuntarily, he leaned backward into her.

“Probably Ladybug,” he said. She was warm and solid, able to hold him up even though he was putting what felt like more than half of his weight on her. She still had his eyes covered.

“I didn't surprise you at all, did I?”

“Sorry.”

She lifted one hand away to tug on his cat ear, then slipped both hands around his waist, before she suddenly pulled away, leaving him unbalanced, literally and figuratively.

“I forgot! I should probably explain,” she said quickly. “So last night, I figured out who you are, and I... like you. But I can't tell you who I am. We should probably not date as superheroes either. That's what I should have said first.” She wrung her hands in front of her. The light from the sunset reflected off of her face and made it glow slightly orange, clashing with her suit.

“What about what you said in the text messages?” he asked, confused and more than a little hurt. From the sound of it, she was reconsidering everything.

“What text message?” She said it so sincerely, eyes wide with innocence, mouth set in a neutral line. She was perfectly non-responsive. Too perfectly.

“The– the messages you sent me last night and this morning.”

“What are you talking about?” she asked. “I know who you are, but that doesn't mean that I automatically know your phone number.”

The corner of her mouth twitched. And that’s when it clicked. She was doing this on purpose.

“Oh.” He fixed a frown over his face, which was difficult through the relief that he felt. “I just started talking to someone over text last night. I thought she was you.”

“That's unfortunate. I hope you didn't give away anything important.”

“I... I maybe mentioned that I'm Chat Noir.”

Her surprised reaction was too rehearsed to have been believable, even if he hadn't been expecting it. “You did?! Oh no! What if she tells someone!”

“It's okay, it's okay! Really! I can fix it!”

“How on earth are you going to fix this, Chat? You just admitted it to a complete stranger, and now they could tell anyone!”

“I'll just tell her tomorrow that I'm really Hawk Moth, and then she'll just think I'm crazy.”

Her actual surprised reaction was very different from the fake one. She didn't shout, and her eyes didn't go wide. Instead, her face scrunched together as she thought about the new information.

“You're not buying this at all, are you?” she asked.

“You looove me!” he said, drawing toward her.

“I thought I was giving you a heart attack, and you were just playing along.”

“You’re in looove with me! Say it!” He wrapped his arms around her, and she didn't pull away. SHE DIDN'T PULL AWAY.

“I’m in love with you,” she replied, and the force of hearing her say it in person punched through him. Her slender arms wrapped around his waist again, hugging him back just as fiercely.

He'd been so lucky lately that he decided to push it just a little further and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. She only hugged him tighter.

“Once I figured out that you were, well, you, I couldn't believe how obvious it was. You two look so much alike!”

“I thought you said we'd been in the same place at the same time before.”

“Volpina, but that had been an illusion,” she listed. “Simon Says, though I realized I hadn't actually seen you two together that day after all. The only one I'm still confused about is Gorizilla. How did you pull that off?”

“I had a helmet on hand that Marinette had given me,” he said. “I just gave it to someone who was dressed similarly. That's all.”

“So you could come and help me,” she said. “Smart.”

They stayed wrapped around each other until the sun was almost completely gone. Lights illuminated the darkening streets below them.

Chat Noir was first to break the silence. “So you know Nino.”

“Here's another hint,” she mumbled into his shoulder. Even through his tough leather suit, he could feel the soft kiss that she placed there. His head started to spin. “I've known Nino for longer than you have.”

“No offense, but that's a terrible hint.” She kissed along his collarbone and he completely lost his train of thought.

“That hint is terrible because?” she prompted.

“Uh.” There’d been a very good reason. He was sure of it. It was only when she’d rested her chin on his shoulder that he was able to have a coherent thought again and figure it out. “Almost everyone in school has known Nino longer than me.”

“I know him well, not just know about him.” She pulled away so she could frown at him properly. “Don't insult a perfectly good hint.”

“You'll need to give me a better one then.”

“Maybe later.”

“Come on!”

“Why don't you try asking me things?” She put her face back into his shoulder, her hands wandering up and down his back.

The feeling of holding her was nice, but the feeling of being held by her was exquisite.

“What did you tell him? He said you texted him this morning.”

“That's not much of a clue,” she said. “I don't know how that's going to help you.”

Truthfully, he was just curious. Nino hadn't given him much of an answer.

“I told him, and my bestie, as close to the truth as I could. That I'd texted a confession to you, then remembered afterward that we hadn't actually exchanged numbers. I got it from one of our mutual friends.”

“When? Why?”

“Oh, one of many failed attempts to ask you out ages ago. Super embarrassing.”

One of many? How many? “Do I get to hear that story?”

“Not today!”

“Why tell our friends, though? Nino taunted me about it all day.”

“Oh, good.” She peeked up at him and smiled. “I just thought it would be an easy way to explain later.”

“Explain what?”

She pecked his jaw. “Why I'm suddenly kissing you in public.”

The combined force of her words and her lips against his skin left him dizzy and clinging to her for support. Kissing, and kissing in public, were part of a reality that he fully supported living in.

“Can I have another hint now, please?” His voice sounded raspy, and he tried to clear his throat.

“Hmm... I live close to you.”

“That's another terrible one.”

“No, it's not! These are all good hints!”

“We're in the same school district,” he said. “Of course we live close to each other. I deserve a better hint.”

Ladybug pulled back and pouted at him, then she stepped away. The vacuum she left behind was cold. “Civilian me has blue eyes.”

“Really? That's it?”

“There's less than eighty years' difference in our ages.”

“Now you're just being mean.”

“I eat food at least once this week.”

“Fine! I'll figure it out without any more hints!”

“Okay, here's one that probably won't help you either.”

Chat Noir sighed, and she stepped up close to him again, though not as closely as he would have liked. There was still a few inches of space in between them.

“I've had a gigantic crush on you for a long, long time. I probably wasn't subtle about it, but I don't think you noticed.” Her emphasis on “probably” made it sound more like “definitely.” He was a celebrity, though. He filtered out those types of signals from people daily to keep his sanity.

“If I didn't notice,” he said, “how is that a good hint? I think you should give me one last hint to make up for my shameful inattention to you.”

Their faces were drifting closer together. He was acutely aware of when it started. She took another step toward him, looking like she wanted to say something more, but when her mouth opened to speak, he glanced away from her eyes and down at her lips. She took the hint and moved in even closer. He hesitated for only a second before lowering his face down to hers, slowly, slowly, until...

“Nope,” Ladybug said, bopping a finger on his nose and breaking the spell. “There's no way you're tricking me into kissing you before you figure it out.”

“You never said that was part of the deal!”

“I'm saying it now. Haha!”

“I was right. You are just being mean.”

“It's for your own good. It'll motivate you to find me faster.”

“Oh,” he said. “I'm very motivated.”

She giggled, then stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind already.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else from a true temptress like you.” He tilted his head, ready to kiss her back this time.

She put a finger on his lips to stop him. “You can't kiss me,” a kiss on his other cheek, “but I can kiss you,” and another on his nose.

His lips felt hot where she pressed on them, and when he tried to kiss her fingertip, she pulled away fast, like she’d been burned.

“Not allowed, Kitten.”

“That shouldn’t count. It was barely a kiss.”

“Do you want to try again?” she asked, smiling widely. “Or should I just go home?”

“You’re having too much fun with this.” He held his arms stiffly at his sides to signal that he was willing to behave himself. (He had no intention of keeping his hands to himself, though.)

She reached up, lifting herself on her tiptoes to reach his forehead and left a small peck there. “And having fun while kissing you is bad because…?”

“Teasing me is.”

“My poor Chaton,” she crooned. She left the lightest hint of a kiss on his neck, right above the collar of his suit, before dropping back to his shoulder. “Maybe I should just stop?”

His response was a garbled choke. No, he wanted to say. Never. But he couldn’t force the words out. Not when she was standing so close to him, mouth level with his, mischievous eyes pinning him in place.

She reached for his hand - he hadn’t even thought to move it yet, he realized vaguely - and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. “See you around?”

Chat Noir collapsed into a puddle as soon as she was gone.

Ch 4

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Author note: I forgot to update last week, sorry! But you’re getting two this weekend to make up for it!

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enihk-writes · 1 year ago

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[日久见人心]

characters: present!chung myung + afab!she/her!reader

baek cheon x afab!she/her!reader (implied and one-sided from the reader's end because they are not the main plot point for this fic lol)

summary: old habits die hard, even when you are born in a new body. to his credit, he does try not to seem like he is the reincarnation of the plum blossom sword saint, but his subconscious actions said otherwise. he didn't think you of all people would notice.

word count: 3.85k

author's note: the phrase 日久见人心 (rì jiǔ jiàn rén xīn) is part of the full saying 路遥知马力，日久见人心 (lù yáo zhī mǎ lì, rì jiǔ jiàn rén xīn) and i vaguely remember it was something my mother tongue teacher back in secondary said we could use in our composition essays or whatever,,,, and recently i saw it on those cringey rise-and-grind motivational crypto bro ig pages my ex-classmates are reposting on their stories which kinda gave me an idea lmao.... anyways the meaning of the quote is that we need to take time to understand a person's character (also the fic is the result of my caffeine overconsumption lol and not related to my previous cmxreader because i needed a break from all that angst romance i've been writing wwwwwwww)

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chung myung has been starting to think that you were cut out from the same cloth as yu iseol.

quiet, aloof and always watching.

if someone said that you both were twins, he wouldn't be surprised. but then again, there were differences. the most obvious one was that iseol had more talent with the blade than you did, and the other was that iseol had no talent in actually taking care of herself. you were barely managing, but compared to your senior sister? it was far more decent. the two of you had tang soso to thank for not dying as fast as you could have.

chung myung. bowl.

he looks up to see your hand outstretched, waiting to pick up the empty bowl he'd cleaned off long ago. chung myung grunts and hands it over, propping his arm up and resting his head on it as he watched you go around the dining hall to collect the dinnerware.

you lived in mount hua, sure, but you weren't the fighting sort. maybe because anything you did could get you sick — if the weather dropped or rose a little too quickly, your body would tremble and shiver. did you move a little too much today? did you happen to sleep later than you were supposed to that night? by the next morning you were down with a terrible fever that kept you in your room for the rest of the day. but now that tang soso was here, she would drag you down to the medicine hall, grumbling under her breath, all while you looked at her teary-eyed and apologetic.

maybe it was out of shame or embarrassment that made you try to be yourself useful in other ways, though you would often fail and cause more trouble. everyone would just sigh and pick up after your mess, ushering you out to do something else.

during those days, he'd find you hunched behind the baths, sobbing in frustration. chung myung didn't know what to do or say, he'd always talked more with his fist before his heart, so he'd end up hiding in the trees to watch over you instead. and once you've cried it all out, you would stand, wash your face and go to bed. trying something else tomorrow.

chung myung gives credit where credit was due. for a sickly kid, you sure had a thicker skin than the others.

eventually, you stuck with being the cleaner. your weird, meticulous habits somehow working well in this job. the cups and plates were wiped till it shone, silverware were polished until you could see your own face and that hard-to-scrub dirt on the grout would be pristine and white when left in your hands. chung myung wonders secretly if maybe you'd picked this talent up from that neat freak baek cheon.

what are you thinking about?

he almost hits you out of instinct. you really were cut from the same cloth as yu iseol.

he lets out a shaky breath as he turns to face you, who had been sitting behind him. you look at him owlishly and he would have thought you weren't breathing if not for the movement of your nostrils. crossing his leg over the other, he juts his chin at you in acknowledgement.

what is it?

you're quieter, and thinking a lot more than normal today.

ah... this kid... how does everything that comes out of that mouth sound like an insult? chung myung tries to reign in his short temper, he didn't want to hit a frail person for no reason, and he knows that you just happen to always talk like that.

hm. i was thinking about you.

woah. pervert.

ah... maybe he should hit your head just once. just once and he'll never hit you again.

i'm kidding.

really? were you now?

i'm really kidding, don't go and look like you're going hit me like you do with our senior brothers.

okay, you were off the hook. for now.

hmph. you shouldn't tease your elders.

what elder.

chung myung forgets that you were the same age as him. well, in this body, not spiritually. but if he were to talk about life experience and reincarnation, he was the older one but fuck! you didn't know that! he didn't tell anyone he was the plum blossom sword saint ugh!

chung myung, are you going to have an aneurysm?

shut up!

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winter in mount hua was really cold. and chung myung, surprisingly, didn't do so well with the cold. though, he would rather die than let anyone ever find out about that.

he wakes up early to train as usual, but the cold this morning was so biting, he was tempted to just stay in bed, it wasn't easy being an old man. ah, but the other disciples would be celebrating if he didn't appear for morning practice and that was no good. after all, the future of the sect still depended on him, didn't it?

he got dressed and stepped out of his room —

chung myung.

fuck! couldn't you talk to people like a normal person? why do you love to sneak up on people like this? cheong mun sa-hyung please, please, please give him patience and strength.

you look cold.

he was! great observation! chung myung wants to yell that to you with gritted teeth. he was still, unfortunately, very unnerved by how he couldn't feel your presence.

follow me. i have something for you.

you didn't wait for him to reply, instead grabbing his hand as you dragged him to the kitchen. he didn't try to resist, letting you pull him wherever, like a parent going to see what their child just found.

the two of you walk across the training grounds that had been buried under a blanket of pristine snow, the dim light of your paper lantern showing you the way. treading past and leaving two sets of footprints behind.

you push him into the kitchen, hanging the lantern up on a hook in the wall. chung myung notices the fire in the stone stove, you had already started it before going out to find him, probably because you were boiling something in that pot standing over the fire. chung myung sits on the ground, huddling before the blaze, it felt warm and comforting in the kitchen. the sound of water boiling in the pot and the crackling of the charred wood its heat blowing across his frigid face was, unsurprisingly, giving him a boost of energy.

you carefully move the pot to the side, removing the lid to check the contents in it. looking pleased with the result, you take out a bowl still steaming into your hands and placed it on the ground between you and chung myung as quickly as you could.

he looks over curiously. it looked like some kind of pudding, he doesn't think he's seen it before —

it's milk pudding, with lotus seeds and almonds

oh? he pondered, eyeing the bowl as you handed him a spoon.

aren't these ingredients used to make mooncakes?

chung myung asks, folding his arms. he notices that you were avoiding his gaze. don't tell him you...?

did you steal these from the warehouse?

hey! steal is a strong word!

oh i'm sorry, your highness, did you perhaps take the ingredients from the fucking warehouse?

he scoffed mockingly, exaggerating his manner of speech in mild irritation. he laughed at your grimace and pouty expression. ah, he feels like he's making fun of a toddler, he should be ashamed for bullying a kid at his age.

hm, he hasn't done something this juvenile in a long time. it was oddly nostalgic, in a way. he mused, digging into the soft and smooth surface of the pudding with the spoon, trying to scoop up the lotus seeds and almonds in it too.

mmh. 's not bad.

wow, i didn't know you knew how to compliment people

should i take that back then?

i'm sorry.

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you had been working hard in cleaning the floors for spring cleaning. but the boys were so heavy-footed and honestly far too uninterested in their surroundings that the well-polished wooden floorboards you were really proud of was always dusty.

should you just barricade the entrance of the dorms until nightfall? just so they wouldn't walk all over your hard work?

you sit on the steps, your hair tied into a scarf, head resting on the propped broom you held between your legs. thinking long and hard over your predicament while looking over at the training grounds where chung myung was drilling down on everyone else.

the sun hung high in the cloudless afternoon sky, its rays casting down on the compound harshly. you were beginning to feel dizzy and closed your eyes, hoping to relieve the pain growing in your head.

you didn't hear anything outside the constant ringing in your ears, so one can only imagine your surprise when the reddish tint you saw while your eyes were closed grew dark.

who?

you cracked open your eyes to try and make out the person standing before you, wincing when the bright light nearly blinded you.

a familiar chuckle graced your ears as the ringing grew quiet. ah, it was senior baek cheon.

he taps the bamboo flask against your forehead, the water in it swishing against the walls. you take it, grateful, chugging down the contents, choking on it a little when a few drops went down the wrong pipe.

hey, hey... slow down... no one's going to take it away from you...

you cough, turning away in embarrassment. baek cheon sits down next to you on the steps, watching your antics in quiet amusement. you didn't want to look at him, not when he was practically topless, with his hair tied up high and swept over his shoulder.

chung myung looks at the scene from afar, not really clocking anything in his mind until he sees the way you were trying to scoot a little further away like a snail touching salt and your hands covering up your cheeks.

oh.

oh?

so you and baek cheon huh?

chung myung feels the cogs in his brain turn. at times like these he wishes he had someone to talk about this with, maybe tang bo. he would have loved to hear about petty gossip like this, and they could have teased the kids like the old men they were.

so you think something is going on between her and baek cheon sasuk too, huh?

jo-gul's voice comes up from behind, and chung myung didn't need to look over to see the guy's eyes trained on his targets.

if you have so much free time to discuss other people's love lives, i think we can continue with our training right, sahyungs?

chung myung called out loudly for everyone to hear.

jo-gul you fucking bastard!

you and your big mouth...

ugh... i can't get up...

the poor guy could only hang his head in quiet embarrassment. baek cheon laughed at the antics of the others, getting up to walk back to the training grounds. but not before he reached out to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

if you're going to rest, do it in the shade. i don't think you want to fall ill again tomorrow, do you?

he asks, and you shake your head in response.

mmh. i'll see you around?

see you...

you wave meekly as he left, your insides going through an entire acrobatics routine. wondering what that short exchange was all about. it couldn't be that he liked you back? or did he catch onto your growing crush? you wanted to throw yourself off the cliff.

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i didn't take you for a guy that had habits like this.

chung myung gulped down the last of the warm water in his cup, setting it down on the counter, and looked at you quizzically. your elbows were propped up over the edge of the counter and you were perched on the stool in a rather un-ladylike manner.

it's good for your health you know.

psh... isn't that an old wives tale?

he scoffs and shakes his head.

haah...

he sighs.

the young people these days.

you look at him, head tilted in confusion. humming for a bit, you let your thoughts simmer before you decided to pose the question.

hey, why'd you speak like that?

chung myung pauses.

like what?

you know... like an old man?

he sucks in a quick breath. there was no way you of all people would have figured it out, right?

he felt like he was spiralling into a bit of a panic.

hey.

you snap your fingers in his face, moving to stand beside him while he was deep in thought.

earth to chung myung?

he looks at you.

he takes a good look at you.

you were not the brightest bulb in the bush, or however that saying goes, at least when compared to him. there was no way you connected the dots and figured out he was the plum blossom sword saint. yeah, this was for sure a case of the right formula and the wrong answer.

he had to divert your thoughts before you start to think deeper.

i think i hear baek cheon sasuk coming over.

huh?

it was your turn to panic a little, and he darts out of the kitchen to escape what would have been your incoming torrent of scrutiny. you realise just then that you had been completely bamboozled by the bastard chung myung.

running to the door, you yell out a string of curses at the run-away instigator. ah, your blood pressure...

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you think chung myung might have been raised by old people. because there was no other plausible reason that he acts the way he does.

sometimes he walks with his hands behind his back, and while most people your age would stand straight and position their arms in a stiff way, chung myung puts his hands on his lower back — like he was supporting it. you know who else does this? the sect leader and the other elders. and it doesn't help his case that he was always slouching a little.

another thing you notice was how his taste in food was a few notches blander than the rest of you. he wasn't fond of anything too salty or sour or anything undercooked. he'd always pick out the softest parts of any cooked meat, saying it was the juiciest, which was somewhat believable. but then wasn't it also nearest to where the animals organs used to be before it was gutted? wouldn't it taste bitter?

speaking of bitter, chung myung liked to eat food that made you squeamish. he'd nag at the nutritional value of them and when nobody wanted to try it out, he'd mumble something about kids these days not knowing what's good for them and scarf it down by himself.

that was another thing about him, why was he always calling you a kid when you were the same age as him? it wasn't that big of a deal for you. but calling the other seniors kids? you wondered if it was his way of showing his martial superiority in a twisted way, or if it was another underlying reason.

surely, it must be because he was raised by the elderly.

god, you were so smart, weren't you? connecting the dots like that?

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chung myung was sure you were dropped on the head as an infant.

you had cornered him in the toilets. broke down and the door and everything, just to ask him who he was raised by. it was ridiculous, the scene that was folding out right then and he chooses to ignore that your weak body had somehow broken down a fucking wooden door. he has to ignore that, for his own sanity.

you were on the walls, hands clawing and feet digging on the rough surface. chung myung shirks away, exasperated. somewhere in the afterlife, he thinks he could hear the loud cackle of his friends at his predicament.

chung myung.

he tries to evade eye contact.

chung myung.

oh man, look at that spider on the ceiling spinning a web.

hey where are you looking? i'm over here.

he finally looks at you turning his head slowly.

uh... i think... you might be a bit too close...

a bit too close was a forgiving statement. your head had craned forward far enough that your face was almost less than a centimetre away from his.

you lean back at his reply. still not keeping your eyes off him. after all, he still hadn't answered your question.

you know that i'm an orphan... right?

yeah. so am i.

i wasn't raised by anybody...

oh.

you step back, pondering for a moment. chung myung feels the breath he was holding leave his lungs. you caused him so much anxiety. remember when he thought you were cut from the same cloth as yu iseol? he stands corrected, but you were insane in the opposite direction.

okay. so who raised you?

chung myung feels his eye twitch. why were you asking the same thing? he already told you!

i'm telling you—!

nuh-uh. that's not what i want to know. i want to know if you grew up with old people.

then you should have asked that from the beginning!

i panicked, okay?

he sighs, deeply, and covers his face in his hands. he feels his miraculous second life leaving his body at this exchange.

to answer your question. no, i didn't.

huh. i see.

you answer simply.

chung myung peeks at you through his fingers, surprised at your unusual silence. you, on the other hand, had grown more confused by his answer. if he hadn't been raised by the elderly, then how would anybody act the way he did? not to mention, he had knowledge of niche historical facts that nobody other than a person living in that time would have known of.

can i go now?

huh? oh yeah... sure...? oh! wait—!

you had answered too absentmindedly! you weren't done questioning him! shit! the slippery bastard had gotten away!

you jog out the door, only to bump into someone when turning a corner. a pair of arms catch you from falling. looking up you were met with baek cheon's worried gaze, which morphed into confusion when he realized at the same time as you did that you had ran out of the boys' toilets.

uh... wait... i can explain...

you wondered if a lighting bolt could strike down in broad daylight.

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you were sulking in the kitchen.

the guy you had a somewhat infatuation with caught you in an embarrassing moment. you had convinced yourself all chances you had with him were ruined. this was all chung myung's fault. every time you had the slightest inconvenience you would secretly curse him out a little in your heart. you used to feel bad when you still had a working conscience, but not anymore though.

speak of the devil, and he comes walking in.

chung myung came in to ransack the cellar behind the kitchen for wine. he had been craving it for the past few days after his own stash ran out. he had waited for everyone else to be asleep before sneaking in as quietly as he could.

so one can only imagine the shock he felt, even though he swears he had already seen it all, when he finds your shadowy figure sitting crossed-legged on the counter and your two eyes staring right back at him in the darkness.

keugh—!

chung myung bites back a scream. fuck! can he please have one, one. peaceful day where you didn't fuck around with his psyche?

you didn't know he was coming in so soon. but you didn't care much since you had something to give him anyway.

shoving the lacquer box engraved with floral designs into his chest, you motion for him to take a look inside. chung mying complied, hesitantly lifting off the lid to find rows of thin mooncakes, without the egg yolks probably, and another layer under that was filled with a flaky-looking biscuit.

it's called tau sar piah.

he hums, taking the round ball out to inspect it. shrugging, he popped it into his mouth and chews down on the pastry. the flavour, it was familiar. he thinks, was it—?

dried mung bean paste?

you nodded, grinning.

what's this for though?

don't tell me you forgot.

forget? what did he forget?

it's your birthday you goon. well, in a few hours but still.

oh. he had forgotten, momentarily. you really were a good kid, remembering this old man's birthday and making something for him. shit, chung myung thinks he might tear up. was this what it was like to have grandchildren? he thinks he understands why cheong mun sa-hyung might have suggested he take on disciples of his own, or well, trusted him enough to babysit the children of the sect back then. ugh, he was a grandfather after all, and you were somehow his most troublesome child.

he sniffles. closing the lid on the box and grabbing the wine. well, it would be lonely to eat all of this on his own, and waking up the others would be too much of a hassle. suppose you would make do as his drinking buddy tonight. hooking an arm under your knees, he slings you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. the other grabbing the food and drink.

he jumps on the roofs until he brings you to a spot where the moon felt the closest. he drops you on your feet as you balance yourself on the uneven shingles. chung myung plopped down, leg crossed over the other, as he began to down the wine straight from the bottle.

he hands you the lid of the box, picking out the mooncake and biting into it.

wow. tastes kinda ass.

ugh, ungrateful much?

i never said i wouldn't eat it.

can't you just say your appreciation like a normal person?

a pause.

...thank you.

chung myung replied in a softer voice.

hmph. see? that wasn't so hard?

you huffed, teasing him.

chung myung only scoffed and rolled his eyes.

the night drudged on, and you spent the time talking about everything and nothing. things that happened that week, gossip you've heard, events that had happened in the past, antics of the other sect members...

chung myung feels his eyelids grow heavy. was it alright to rest his grieving heart for a while on his birthday? cheong mun sa-hyung and the others' surely wouldn't mind.

and as he feels himself drifting off to sleep, your voice quips up.

hey, do you think i should confess to sasuk?

psh—!

chung myung spits out the wine in his mouth, choking on the liquid that went up and out his nose. it felt as though he was vomiting out blood from that question alone.

you were really his most troublesome kid.

#enihkwrites #return of the mount hua sect #return of the blossoming blade #return of mount hua #cheong myeong #chung myung #rotmhs #rotbb #can yall tell who my favourite hwasan boy is lol #i have another chung myung x reader fic that im currently marinating (angst possibly no comfort)#all i can say is that its a “what if?” scenario where he survives his injuries but chooses not to go back to mount hua #btw my cycle started... i guess that explains all the angst ive been cooking the past few days huh #reader's health issues might have been my self-insert unconsciously djhfsfkjsjklhsadkkkkk #i read scholarly articles for the history of almond imports #this is how i choose to cope with project moon news #im so drained i can't have shit man

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Finding Love in the Deadliest Ways

Part Three: The Second Date

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee finds the love of a stanger named Elvis she met at the local park. After a week of dating, Jordee learns that Elvis is more than meets the eye. She discovers hidden secrets and finds out more than she bargained for. Will love survive?

Word Count: 6K

Warnings: Slowburn, getting to know one another, touching, romance

Author's Notes: Welcome to part three.

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Jordee's phone alarm goes off, and it's time for work. She turns it off and stretches. She slept so well and can't remember the last time she slept this well. Then Jordee remembers that Elvis invited her to his place instead of hers last night.

Jordee has some things to do before her shift at the hospital. Take a shower, wash her clothes.

"Elvis? Where are you?" Jordee asks, searching the house.

She hears a quiet noise from the laundry room. Remembering Elvis say that he had a washer and dryer near the kitchen, she goes there to inspect the laundry room.

When Jordee enters the laundry room and turns on the light, she sees Elvis lying on the floor. He has his phone propped against his legs and seems to be half asleep, if not less than that. He's also half naked, wearing just a shirt and boxers at the moment. His eyes immediately glance at her while she appears in the doorway.

"Jordee. Oh. Hi. How are you?" Elvis asks, putting the phone down.

"Morning. You didn't sleep there, did you?" Jordee asks.

"Well... yes, I did. I mean, I had the comfiest spot, and I didn't want to change."

He smiles and scratches his head a bit as if to indicate that his logic here makes sense. "I hope that's okay."

"If it's okay with you." Jordee says. "I feel terrible. Like I kicked you out of your bed."

"You didn't. I'm fine. Plus, I just wanted to see you again when you woke up."

Elvis smiles from his seat on the floor, leaning back against the washing machine. His smile is charming and sweet.

"I just wanted to give you a chance to have a moment to yourself if you wanted it. But I've been wanting to see you all morning."

He pauses for a moment. "You look stunning, by the way."

"Stunning?" Jordee questions Elvis. "Messy hair. Morning breath. A bit smelly."

"Messy hair, morning breath, and smell be damned. You could wake up a hundred different ways, and I'd still think the same. You're gorgeous, Jordee. Don't think the morning will change that." Elvis chuckles. "I'm not lying. Just being honest."

"You flatter me. Thank you. Do you have a towel and wash cloth available?" Jordee takes off her work shirt and pants.

Being only in her bra and panties. She looks at Elvis, and he's stunned.

Elvis is so stunned, not expecting her to start changing right in front of him. He's also not expecting to see how beautiful she is either, especially without all her clothes on. Her body is just flawless, and she looks stunning, and Elvis doesn't mind.

"Um, well, I have a couple towels in there." Elvis stutters out.

He motions to the cabinet and the basket in the laundry room. Jordee can see at least one towel there, if not more.

"Shall I get you what you need?" Elvis asks.

"Please."

"Of course." Elvis gets up and grabs a towel from the cabinet, holding it out to Jordee.

"Is that enough, or would you like more?"

Elvis seems perfectly comfortable with her being half naked right now and even seems a touch mesmerized by her body. He's not exactly gawking at her. He just enjoys how beautiful she looks right now.

"One is enough. May I use your shower and can you put my clothes in the washer please?" Jordee asks.

"Of course, but first... do you want me to help you wash up too?"

He's a touch forward here, but he doesn't mind. Jordee is too attractive to not just want to get closer to her right now.

Elvis leans against the washer and stares at her for a moment, like he doesn't quite know what to say because she's just that perfect. Jordee raises her eye brow to him

"No, thanks. I got this. I have an hour before I really need to get to work."

Jordee takes her towel and wash cloth back upstairs to the bathroom and takes a quick shower. Washing her curly, dark hair. She uses Elvis' soap. It smells good. Jordee can't believe she spent the night with Elvis. He is such a gentleman and sweet. She's so happy her wish came true.

She's so happy she starts to sing in the shower.

Elvis can hear a bit of singing while Jordee is in the shower. He looks at Jordee's clothes and sees that she left her purse in them. He opens the purse and looks through it a little while he's waiting.

Once she gets out of the shower, he meets her in the doorway with her clothes already in the washer and another towel for her to dry off with, like the gentleman he is.

"I did what I could for now. And I took care of the towel situation for you." He smiles and holds her towel out to her.

Jordee takes the extra towel and shyly smiles at him. "Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome. But I... I have to admit that I just wanted to see you with very few clothes."

Elvis pauses for a moment. "It was a selfish move. But I was also hoping... that you didn't mind it."

He looks at her with that adorable smile and charm that he always seems to have. "Do you mind?" He asks again.

"A little, but it's okay." Jordee says.

"Well, it was selfish of me to say that. But I can't say that I won't enjoy the view."

He motions behind him where there's a basket of dry laundry where Jordee's clothing lies. He pauses before speaking again.

"I thought you'd like to know, though. I do really enjoy the view while you're like this."

Elvis seems like he's trying to make a move on Jordee, at least a little bit.

"And if you can't tell, I really like you."

Jordee takes her work clothes out of the basket and turns to look at Elvis. "I can tell. I really like you too."

"Is there any chance... I could have an extra hour of your time? I've really enjoyed last night."

Elvis looks at Jordee with her perfect body and sweet face in the doorway. He doesn't want the night to end yet and wants to see where things can go. He's looking to get more than just a kiss from last night.

"Elvis, I really have to get to work. I'm off tomorrow, and I'll be at your disposal for a full 24 hours. Just help me out. Let me get dressed now and drive me to work. Please?"

Jordee looks Elvis in the eyes, hoping he understands.

"Of course, Jordee. I'll take you to work and I'll even drive you. You know... I'm really glad I met you."

He motions for her to start getting into her clothes.

"You take a minute. And when you're ready, I'll drive you. And after I drive you, I want to take you to dinner." Elvis' smile is charming as ever, but he looks genuine in what he's saying.

"Take me to dinner tonight? After work?" Jordee questions. Elvis truly is trying to get the second date.

"Absolutely. Just name a place, and I'll have you there as soon as I can. You know... I just want to spend more time with you."

Elvis waits for Jordee to put her clothes on while he looks at her. The more she puts on, the more he wants to take them off again. He's so attracted to her body, and especially to the fact that Jordee wants to spend more time with him.

As Elvis talks outside the room, Jordee pits on her clean set of work scrubs. Jordee dreads the thought of work. She's silently contemplating if she should call out, but here she is.

"Dressed and ready for work." She says, stepping out into the hallway with Elvis.

"Alright. Now to the important question. Would you like me to drive you to work? Or would you like to drive yourself? Whatever you prefer is okay."

Elvis seems to be looking for anything to spend more time with Jordee right now.

"And if I drive you, I really want to meet you from work after I get off as well. Is that okay? I'll take you to a nice restaurant. My treat."

"You may drive me to work, so you know where to pick up tonight for dinner."

Elvis smiles. "Thanks, Jordee. I'm really glad to hear that."

He holds her hand now, giving it a light kiss before he leads her towards the door.

"Are you ready for me to drive you then? Because I can do that whenever you want."

"Yes." Jordee says, caressing his hand. "I have to punch in the clock in 20 minutes."

"No problem. Let's get going then."

Elvis walks Jordee out to his car, putting her inside and going to the other side to get inside the driver's seat while he talks to her.

"Do you like Italian? I know a good place that serves great pizza and spaghetti. Or I can get you something else, if you'd prefer."

"I love Italian. How do you feel about garlic?"

"It's one of my favorite things in the world. Is that okay with you?" The smile on his face indicates that he's absolutely thrilled that she likes garlic, and he seems to enjoy it.

"Okay, Italian place it is then. And I know just the place for tonight. What hospital am I taking you to?"

"Memphis Memorial on South Maple." Jordee says.

"I know it well." Elvis takes ten minutes to drive Jordee to the hospital entrance. She gives him a kiss on the cheek and gets out of the car.

"I get off at 7 pm. Please meet me here."

"You got it, Jordee. I'm be here at 9 pm." Elvis says.

"Elvis! I said..."

"7 pm. I'm kidding. I'm see you then." Elvis drives off, and Jordee rushes in the time clock. She'd rather be in that Mustang with Elvis, but she realizes that the sooner she works. The faster 7 pm will come.

Nine hours later...

Jordee is a unit secretary, yet they work her like a slave. They work her to the point that she starts believing she's a nurse, but when she sees her check, she's reminded she's less than the work she gives. She knew this before clocking in. The only thing that kept Jordee sane for her shift was thinking about Elvis and all the fun they'll have tonight.

Jordee gave her report to her replacement and ran to the clock at 6:55 pm. to get to the entrance by 7 pm. Elvis does not leave waiting. He was right there waiting for her by the front door. Her heart skips a beat, and a smile spreads across her face. Elvis has a sly smirk across his face as Jordee walks to his car.

"Hey, Jor." Elvis says.

"Hey. El." She says, trying to be as cleaver as Elvis.

"Where to?" Elvis asks, driving off to the next destination.

"My place, Elvis. It's just three blocks away on Bishop Hills."

Elvis heads three blocks down as Jordee directed.

"This is just by the park we met. You're a walk away from home and the park?" Elvis asks.

"Yeah. I believe I'm blessed to have found such a great place to live not far from the hospital."

Elvis pulls in front of Jordee's apartment and parks.

"Elvis, give me ten minutes, and I'll be right back." Jordee says.

"So, I can't come up and see your place?" Elvis asks.

"Not now. But later. Just give me ten minutes, please?"

Elvis nods his head and lets Jordee get out with no hassle or argument.

Jordee runs upstairs, takes a quick shower, and gets the woes of the hospital off her. She jumps out the shower, dries off, and looks for a dress in her closet. Jordee settles on her short black lace dress with sleeves.

She doesn't keep Elvis waiting long. Jordee walks to the car, and Elvis is leaning against his car door, waiting with a smile on his face. She stops short in front of him so Elvis can get a full look at her in causal date wear.

"Jordee. My God, you're beautiful." Elvis says, opening the car door for her.

"Why, thanks, kind sir." Jordee says, getting in.

Elvis walks over to his side of the car and gets in. Elvis starts up the car and starts driving in the direction of the restaurant.

"Oh... I forgot to ask. Do you have a preference for red or white sauce for the pasta?"

"It depends. I like both."

Elvis drives in the direction of a popular Italian restaurant with Italian music playing from the stereo in the car. Elvis seems to be enjoying driving with her and getting to take care of Jordee right now.

"Do you have any favorite dishes at the Italian place?"

"I love Chicken Alfredo and Chicken Parmesan."

"Those are both wonderful dishes. We'll get one of each then."

Elvis then pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant and parks the car. He turns off the music and smiles.

"Ready to go in?" Elvis asks.

"I guess." Jordee says, not feeling quite confident.

"Jordee... Do you like me? Do you have fun with me?"

Elvis isn't looking for any confirmation. It just seems like he wants to know a bit more about how she feels towards him. He pauses for a moment and smiles at her with those perfect white teeth.

"I stayed the night with you, didn't I?" Jordee says, looking him.

"You did, yeah... And I enjoyed it too."

Elvis smiles and looks into her eyes. "But you know, Jordee. I'm wondering if it's a bit more than just having fun."

He rubs the back of his head while he feels nervous to say more. "You know... I really like you. Like... a lot."

"I like you a lot too, Elvis. I can see this going somewhere."

"You really think so?" Elvis smiles at her and seems hopeful now, like he thinks it's really happening. The fact that she feels the same makes him giddy, and he wants to keep going on their date tonight.

He opens the passenger side door for her.

"Then... let's go in and have dinner."

Jordee takes Elvis' hand and exits the car. Elvis continues to hold her hand as they walk into the Bistro.

Elvis takes her inside. The restaurant seems popular right now, and Elvis takes Jordee to sit at the bar to eat right away because that part seems less busy. The waiters and waitresses seem to like Elvis here, maybe because they've seen him in here often enough.

One of them comes up to him and greets him by name, and they have a brief conversation.

"Hello, Elvis. Would you like the usual? One of our special pizzas and a glass of wine?"

Elvis nods and orders himself and Jordee two plates of chicken parmesan and chicken alfredo with red wine.

"Thank you, Bernardo." Elvis says, as the waiter walks away.

"You're popular." Jordee acknowledged, smiling at him.

"I'm a pretty frequent customer here."

He chuckles a bit and looks at Jordee, smiling.

"I like the food and the service."

The bartender leaves, and Elvis looks back at Jordee.

"So... you said we could see this go somewhere? Do you want this to go somewhere?"

Jordee nods. "I do."

Elvis smiles. "In that case, I have something I'd like to give you at the end of the night if that's okay with you."

"What is it?" Jordee lightly takes Elvis's hand.

"This." Elvis puts his other hand on top of Jordee's right hand. He stares her in the eyes. She sees how his eyes are like deep pools that she could drown in.

"Can I... be your boyfriend, Jordee?"

This is the first time Elvis has ever asked someone this before, so he's not really sure how to word it.

Without hesitation, Jordee says, "Yes."

Elvis smiles and looks at her with a look of awe and joy. "Really?"

Elvis isn't used to getting a "yes" so easily, but he loves every second of it. After a few seconds, where he's just looking at her, he squeezes her left hand. He still has her right hand in his other hand, too.

"I love it..."

Jordee kisses Elvis to seal their relationship with a kiss. He kisses her back, not wanting to break the seal of their new relationship.

As they kiss, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer to him while leaning in. Jordee can feel the warmth of Elvis' body while they kiss, and it makes her feel all tingly inside. She loves it.

As they break apart, she still sees how much Elvis appreciates her, and now, more than ever, she knows she made a good choice.

"Your place or mine?" Jordee whispers.

Elvis smiles at this question.

"I think yours so we can get the most of this."

He chuckles a little and looks at Jordee. She's looking so cute right now, and he's more than happy about their new status as boyfriend and girlfriend.

"You asked more of the questions about me. I think it's my turn to ask you some questions." Jordee said.

"Whatever you want to ask. I'm all for it."

He sips his wine slowly, getting ready to answer any and all questions she has for him.

"When's your birthday?" She asked, eager to know the answer.

"My birthday... It's actually coming up real soon."

He smiles and seems happy about this question.

"October 3rd, and yes, it's the day before Halloween. You wouldn't believe how many times people have asked me about that. Why do you ask?"

"I'm asking because I'm getting to know you." Jordee says, thinking about Elvis' birthday and what it means in the zodiac.

"October 3rd? You're a... Libra. I'm a Gemini. This is a match made in heaven."

"You believe in horoscopes, too? You're pretty good. I feel the connection, and that's good enough for me."

He sips his wine again, looking happy about this development. He also puts his free hand on her lower leg while they're talking. He's holding her right hand still, and now he's slowly moving his hand up her leg. It looks like it's getting a little more physical between them now.

Jordee can barely breathe with his hand on her thigh. "Ahh... Elvis?"

"Yes, darling?"

Elvis looks down at Jordee, still holding her right hand in his left hand. His right hand is slowly making its way up her thigh toward her inner thigh. It's touching the very top of her shorts here, with little pressure.

"I'm just enjoying our time together."

"You know, good things come to boys who wait." Jordee says, lightly grabbing his hand.

Elvis keeps his right hand on her thigh while he pulls her in closer.

"But I've been a good boy tonight, haven't I?"

"This action is bad." Jordee shakes a little. Her heart is pounding in fear and uncertainty. Did she make the right decision by coming on the date with him?

"No, it's not."

He smiles at this and starts to run his fingers up and down the hem of her dress, which causes her skin to tingle while he does it.

"I've been such a good boy that I deserve a reward, don't I? Maybe just one small reward. Just one little taste..."

"Elvis, let's just have dinner." Jordee whispers, trying not to be rude.

"Oh, come on. Can't I just get a kiss?" Elvis looks at Jordee and seems pleading all of a sudden.

"You can't keep a good man waiting. And you're making me feel really hot tonight"

He starts to move his hand higher up her thigh again.

"I'll kiss you if you move your hand away from my thigh."

Elvis looks at her, not wanting to move his hand. He's so tempted to make more of her skin tingle. He's also loving the fact that he's making her feel like this.

But he moves his hand away from her thigh after he sees the expression on her face.

"Fine, then get over here and kiss me."

Jordee kisses Elvis's right cheek. Then his left cheek. She kisses his nose. Then Jordee kisses Elvis' soft lips.

Elvis leans back in the chair as she kisses his face like this. He's getting teased here, and a part of him loves it. However, he still wants a lot more than that.

"Jordee... Can't I have your full lips?"

He's practically begging her at this point while looking at her with such eyes of desire and longing.

Jordee kisses Elvis once more with vigor! She grabs his face in her hands and lays it on him. Massaging her tongue over his, allowing the chips to fall where they may.

He's loving every second of that kiss. He starts to pull her in toward him as he leans back in his chair and gives her even more pressure on their kiss. Elvis is feeling so passionate right now and doesn't want to leave her alone for a second when he's this close to her.

Jordee slowly pulls away from Elvis and looks into his deep blue eyes. She sees a lustful longing there for her. It's enough to make her run away, but she stays seated.

"Elvis, I kissed you. Come on, let's eat. The pizza's getting cold, and I have more questions to ask you."

Elvis seems a little put off that she asked him to stop. He really wants more time with her. But he can't do much right now.

"Alright."

He still looks at her in hopes that she changes her mind and lets him keep kissing her.

"Do you still have questions to ask me?"

"Yes, I do like... Where did you grow up? Do you have siblings?"

"I grew up in Mississippi. I have a sister, but I'm not close to her at all. We don't really get along that well, if I'm being honest."

He takes another sip of wine.

"Did I answer your questions, or do you have more?"

"I have more."

"Alright then. Ask me whatever you want. I'm a pretty open book. I'll answer any questions you have."

"Why do you like me so much?" Jordee asks Elvis frankly.

"You're beautiful. You have a sweet face, a beautiful body, and a great personality."

He looks at her, smiling once more.

"Do I really need to explain why I like you so much?" Elvis asks.

"I'm just making sure it's not just for sex. I'm..." Jordee pauses. "Inexperienced in that... department."

Elvis puts down his wine glass. "What do you mean inexperienced in what?"

Elvis seems a bit lost right now. He's not sure what she meant by that.

Jordee wonders if she should admit this to him, but it just slips out. "I'm a virgin."

"Oh, you are?" Elvis says, smiling and looking at her.

"Well, do you want me to take care of that tonight, or do you want to save it for a special time?"

"No, not right now. Is it a deal breaker for you?"

"No. Of course not." Elvis shakes his head and smiles.

"Are you okay with everything? Or should I slow down?"

Elvis seems to really care about her feelings here and wants to make sure he's not making her uncomfortable.

"Maybe slow down a little."

"I can do that."

He smiles and leans back in his chair, keeping his hand up on her thigh but not moving it around at all.

"Is that better, darling?" Elvis asks.

Jordee takes his hand. "Much better."

He keeps his hand on top of Jordee's hand throughout dinner, even if he's not moving it around now.

Elvis just wants to keep Jordee by his side... and keep her hand in his.

"I wanted to know more about you. Are you enjoying dinner?"

"This is delicious. This wine..." Jordee examines her glass. "I've never tasted a wine quite like this."

"I'm glad you enjoy the wine. You have good taste." Elvis laughs at this and then smiles at her once more.

"Can I ask some more questions? I feel like there's more I want to know about you, too."

"Ask away."

Elvis thinks for a moment and then asks her a rather personal question.

"What's your childhood like?"

He looks at Jordee while sipping his wine. He seems like he feels a connection between them.

"I was pretty open about mine with how distant I was from my mom and dad. I didn't want to leave anything out. That's why I'm curious to know more about yours."

"I had a wonderful childhood. I was an only child for eleven years, and then my mother had my little brothers."

"So you were an only child for quite some time? That's neat! Why were you the only child for eleven years?"

The bartender comes around to collect some plates from the table.

"More wine?"

Elvis looks at her and nods since he likes her being around to answer his questions and just talk to Jordee in general right now.

"My mom fell in love with a guy. They wanted to start a family." Jordee shrugs.

"How many brothers do you have?" Elvis takes another sip of wine and looks at Jordee's expression.

"I like that you're open with me about things. It's cool how you're so trusting."

"I have two little brothers. Not so little anymore. And should I not be trusting?" Jordee says, letting the words Elvis say sink in.

"I think it's great that you trust me already, and it's really nice to see. I'll never do anything to make you not trust me. Just know that much."

Elvis nods and takes another sip of his wine.

"So how old are your brothers?" He asks.

"They're eighteen and nineteen."

"Do you like having brothers? Or would you have liked to be an only child again, like when you were younger?"

Elvis is genuinely curious about this.

"I have a sister myself, but I don't speak to her much anymore. But when I was younger, I thought it was better. Although sometimes I did wonder what it would have been like to be an only child."

"There was a time when I enjoyed my loneliness. But I love my brothers very much, and I would not trade they for anything." Jordee says with confidence. A smile across her lips. "I heard there's a bond that happens between twins, but I believe there's a bond with siblings in general. The way they knew I belonged. It's crazy, really."

Jordee takes a sip of her wine, thinking of her brothers.

"Yeah, I know what you mean..."

Elvis leans back a little bit and sighs a bit, just reflecting and trying to think.

"It's too bad that bond can't happen with my sister and I. But I guess sometimes you just don't connect with someone. And I wouldn't say she's a bad person either. Just... we don't talk like we used to."

Elvis sips his wine again.

"Have you always been close with your brothers since you were little? Or was it a gradual thing?"

"Always." Jordee whispers.

She reminisces about how little the boys once were and how they grew up. How she was happy as an only child, but how much happier they made her by being in the world.

Elvis smiles when he hears this answer. "It's good to always have someone you can count on. Do your parents still live in Tennessee?"

Jordee looks at Elvis.

"My mother and her fiance live in Florida." She says.

"She moved to Florida, huh? Why there?"

He's clearly interested to know about this.

"Did she move there with her fiancé?"

"No, I'm from Florida. I guess I didn't tell you that." Jordee explains.

"Oh, I didn't realize. No, you didn't say it. I wouldn't have guessed. But that's cool. Why did you move away from there? I guess I made a mistake thinking that you were from Tennessee."

He's trying to figure out the timeline here.

"So you were born in Florida then? And you moved to Tennessee after that?"

"I moved to Tennessee after I graduated from college. I'm still close to my mom and brothers. I call them weekly. I visit when I can."

"You must be pretty responsible. You moved away to Tennessee after college. That can be a lot for someone as young as you. You seem like a really smart girl."

Elvis seems to really be praising Jordee, but in a way that feels genuine. He's not just saying these things to try and butter her up.

"So, your mom and fiancé live in Florida? Are they getting married soon?"

"Don't know." Jordee shrugs. "She's weird about discussing it. I don't even know how to explain it."

"What do you mean, 'weird'? Does she just blow it off? Or does she not like to talk about it?" Elvis questions.

"Like she loves him, but there's no date. No dress. No venue. Nothing."

"Oh... That is strange." Elvis takes a sip of his wine.

"Do you think she has problems with commitment? Or is it something else?"

He looks to Jordee, his eyes telling her how curious he is to understand the dynamic of her parents' relationship.

"No, there's no commitment issue. If that were so, he wouldn't be living with her, and my brothers wouldn't exist." Jordee takes her glass of wine and sips.

"That's true." Elvis nods, not knowing what to say to that.

"Do you care if they get married or not? Or does it not really bother you?"

This is a very personal question, yet Elvis feels the connection to ask her this.

"I don't care. I do care about my mom's happiness. If he makes her happy. I'm content." Jordee says, thinking about the conversation she had with her brothers.

"It's funny." Jordee says. "My brothers barely like their own father."

"They don't like their own father very much, huh? I'm assuming their father is your mother's previous husband who raised them before she met her fiancé?"

Elvis takes another sip of his wine.

"Can I know why your brothers don't like their own father?" Elvis asks.

"No, the guy my mother is engaged to is their father. My mom and him have had an on again/off again relationship since I was 11." Jordee explained.

"So I'm guessing he has some problems with commitment, and that's why he's never tried to get married to your mother. Did she ever tell you why she keeps getting back with him?"

Elvis looks at Jordee as if to try and help her make sense of this weird situation she's talking about with her mother.

"She loves him." Jordee rolls her eyes and sips her wine.

"Do your brothers feel the same way as you do with the situation with your mom and her fiancé? Or do they want her to find a new man?"

"They feel the same. I believe there's more respect from them, being that he's their father. But because of the lost time and their father being in and out of their lives since they were babies, it is the main reason they aren't too fond of him. They're adults now. He missed every."

"Ah, I see. He missed the most important early parts of their life... That can do a lot. Did he have any excuse for not being around when they were growing up, or does he just not have an excuse at all?" Elvis wonders.

"I believe he thinks he's here now, and that's what matters." Elvis says, trying to understand the situation.

"I guess so. Although if he was never around when they really needed him, I don't really blame them for not being too fond of him."

Elvis shakes his head as if he can't believe this father that Jordee is describing.

"Did they just resent their father for being absent growing up? Or did something else happen that caused their contempt for him?"

"Being absent is the cause. I'll say this, he was there for them more than my father was there for me."

"Ah, so your father was also absent while you were growing up? How come you don't have a problem with him but your brothers have a problem with their own dad? It's hard to understand."

Elvis is really curious to get to the bottom of this.

Jordee snickers.

"Who said I didn't have a problem with that?" Jordee sips her wine.

"I do, but I don't. I'm not around my father. So, there is no problem."

"Oh, I get it. You don't have an issue with him because you're not around him, so why would you waste your energy thinking about him. And your brothers do have an issue with their father because they are around him."

Elvis nods and sips his wine.

"So does your mother and her fiancé just ignore your brothers' feelings for him?"

"I believe so. It's all so crazy, isn't it?" Jordee says.

"Interesting. I find it rather impressive that you're able to handle this type of stuff calmly compared to your brothers. You're very mature, Jordee."

He smiles at her while looking at her in a way that feels different from before. It feels as if they connect on another level, one that is a lot more personal.

"I'm sure I can be immature at times." Jordee sticks her tongue out at Elvis.

Elvis laughs at Jordee, sticking her tongue out. They spend the next fifteen minutes talking about Jordee's family and early life. Jordee tells Elvis that's she's the oldest and how much she loves her mama. She explains how close she is to her immediate family. Jordee calls them every week and spends as much time as with her family as she can.

Elvis can hear the love Jordee has for her family in her voice. They mean the world to her. Elvis wants so badly to be a part of her world. He just wants to be the man she loves.

Elvis tries to imagine what that must have been like for Jordee. Not having a father around, spending most of her childhood just with her mother, being the one to take care of her younger siblings for the most part. It seems like she had to grow up early, despite her own age.

"You're a remarkable woman, Jordee. The way you handle yourself and the way you can reflect on your life is... mature. You're really special."

Elvis looks at her, looking for her reply to his words.

"Thanks, Elvis. I appreciate that." Jordee says, smiling at Elvis. "Love is infinite. More love, less war. Less ignorance."

"I think we need more love and less war, Jordee. And more appreciation of each other's differences. That's what makes us special, as human beings."

Elvis smiles at her, sipping the rest of his wine.

"This dinner together is definitely something I appreciate. You're a very kind, intelligent woman, Jordee. I'm glad we were able to talk about this kind of stuff."

"Me too. You're very attentive, kind, sweet... dare, I say, charming and curious." Jordee points out.

"I'm glad we can connect on another level like this. It's cool to get to know someone like this." Elvis smiles at Jordee, looking at her for a few seconds before he looks away and stares at the ceiling for a moment.

"It's getting late, though. I've enjoyed this dinner with you. You definitely have a lot going for you, and I hope the night treats you well."

He pats her on the hand, his hand lingering just for a few moments.

"Let's do this again sometime soon."

Elvis gives Jordee one last smile before getting up from the table to pay the bill.

"Well, we are dating, right? I'm at your disposal for tomorrow." Jordee reminds him.

"I'd definitely enjoy another night with you."

Elvis smiles at her and begins digging for his wallet to pay the bill.

"How about tomorrow then. Sound good?" Elvis asks.

Jordee kisses Elvis. "Sounds amazing."

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chimielie · 2 years ago

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Iwaizumi // moving back to Japan, leaving you in the process

He’s snoring slightly.

You’re propped up against the headboard of your shared bed, hands folded over your middle, skin tingling where his arm is thrown over you. Even now, his fingers twitch slightly, an unconscious attempt to pull you closer while sleep and shut-eyed inaccuracy weaken him. You look down at him, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek, knowing the movement will wake him.

He’s always such an active sleeper, snuffling often but never quite forming distinct words, rolling around in search of you if you separate from his unconscious body. You’re long since used to the tossing and turning, the soft noises that lull you to sleep better than any white noise machine. You could record him, sell it. People would love that kind of thing—from him, especially.

Tomorrow (in a few hours, you remind yourself), Hajime is leaving. He’s done it before. You’d been nervous, but your relationship had survived a week, then two, then three months. Five years in a row, you had waved goodbye to him and wished he were back as soon as he left your line of sight. Two years ago and the last, you’d gone home with him, but that had been only two weeks of blissful touring of Japan, and he had visited on his own five more times besides.

In a few hours (you check the clock. Two hours to go, but he’ll wake up an hour early because he loves to be prepared) he’ll kiss you awake and buy you Starbucks cake pops in lieu of breakfast while you tease him about being a terrible nutritionist for it. Both of these will taste like an apology. His uncle will pick up the both of you and drive you to LAX, and you’ll hold hands in the backseat and listen to the city waking up.

Then: before he checks in, he’ll take you aside. He’ll say, I didn’t want to do this in public, I know this is sudden, and I want you to know you can say no. Just like you heard him practicing on the phone with Tooru. And Hajime will offer you something irresistible. He’ll tell you that he can’t stand the thought of these circumstances pulling you apart, that he knows you’ve already agreed to split up but that he wants to fight for this, that he’ll be grateful if you give him any chance at all.

And you will say yes.

This, you think, eyes stinging as you stare into the dark, is the whole problem.

You love Hajime, enough that you could be happy, FaceTiming him and falling asleep to the sound of his tinned voice and paying a fortune for the price of love. You’ve loved him so much for years now; a younger you would have bought a plane ticket on the spot. You’ve loved him so long you know: when he’s in Japan, Hajime will forget you exist.

You don’t blame him for it, necessarily. He isn’t an online person, his itinerary is always packed when he visits, he’s awful at calculating the time difference. Every trip starts off with a daily call and ends with days of radio silence before he shows up back home, ready to wrap you in a bear hug and make all your worries go away.

You trust Hajime, and you can live with short bursts of this. You can’t extend that to indefinitely, maybe forever. Hajime’s life—his dream job, his family, his friends, mostly—is in Japan. He loves his home.

You love California. It’s many things to you, including the place you met Hajime. This state is love to you.

Your paths must diverge here, and if you let him—if he asks you, strong voice gone shy, rough features softening for you, you’ll look into his beautiful stupid face that you love and agree without thinking, because who needs a brain when you have a heart? Your heart, the heart he holds, cannot be shattered six months down the line, when he wakes up and realizes that he hates the string tying him to the golden coast.

The light grey hour before dawn lets in a little light, and you wonder at the way the early morning makes everything feel unreal and distant. You’re grateful, though. You need this to do what you’re going to do.

You lift the dead weight of his arm, slide out of the bed, socked feet hitting the cold floor. You drop your phone when you unplug it and freeze, looking back to see if the sound woke him. Three even breaths later, you relax, a little too much. You break, you give in, and you bend over him, a wet teardrop shining in the air between you before landing on his face. The track looks nearly natural, though there’s a peaceful smile on his face as he sleeps. You brush a thumb softly beneath his eye, wiping away the evidence of it, and you can’t help it. You kiss his cheek, hoping he can feel your love like this, hope that he knows that you’re saving him from yourself.

He rouses slightly, eyes bleary and barely open, dark and pleased and perfect. You can’t look at them too long.

“Just getting some water,” you murmur against his warm skin. “Go back to sleep.”

He makes a noise deep in his chest and his eyes shut. You linger for a moment, tell him you love him and call him by name for the last time, and slip away as the sun rises.

part two here

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chezzywezzy · 3 years ago

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Yandere Henry Bowers (4/5)

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He’d been in my room before, but it was different this time. There was an underlying expectation this time. It wasn’t to clean up his wounds or pick me up for dates; this time, it was a mood that I wasn’t sure I was ready to delve into.

Yes, we were in a serious relationship, but I wasn’t sure if I was interested in what I knew he was thinking about at all. But maybe, just maybe, I was reading into the situation too much.

I turned on the lap in my bedroom while Hen plopped on my bed. The door was closed, so he felt sufficiently comfortable with tearing off his tank top. I couldn’t help but blush at the sight, even if I’d seen it before.

“Hey,” Henry stated, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me onto the bed.

“Hey,” I replied, leaning into his hug.

He took me with him as he laid down. I turned to the other side so I was facing him, staring straight into his dazzling grey-blue eyes. He looked relaxed, but his eyes held a determined lust in them.

“You know I love you.”

“I do.”

“And since your mom brought it up…”

“Yeah?”

“I think we’re ready for that. I mean, I’m fuckin’ head over heels for ya. If you’re worried about me only wanting your sex bad —“

I silenced him with a kiss but didn’t deepen it. “I - I know.”

“What do ya think?”

“What do I think? I mean, I - I think a lot of things, always, it really depends on what time you’re asking about —“

“I’m asking if you wanna fuck me.”

I bit my lip, letting my hand stroke his cheek affectionately. He nuzzled into it, closing his eyes. My heart thudded rapidly in my chest as I conveyed the pros and cons. I mean, he was cute, I had a crush on the guy, and he was a boyfriend. Plus, I guess he earned it, with how great he’d been to me… But what if I didn’t like it? I mean, it was completely new to me… What would Bev think if I told her?

“I mean, sure, yeah,” I stuttered, catching myself off guard.

Henry’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah! I mean, you’re my boyfriend and I care about you so much, so…”

He grinned, pressing his lips against mine. This time, he didn’t stop though, deepening the kiss. He flipped me on my back and propped himself over me. My hands timidly explored his bare chest, and I felt a bulge growing in his tight jeans. Everything was moving so fast. He was touching me in places nobody had before. I was letting his pull my clothes off me. We both ended up naked. At some point, he put on a condom. And then… things happened. I had to admit, it felt terrible at first. But then it got better. I still felt slightly guilty for not being completely attentive to him. My mind kept drifting back to Bev, and what she would think, what she would look like when she had sex…

And soon enough, it was over, and Henry was beside me, panting, but still with an expression of pleasure. And I was the same.

~~~

I cuddled further into my boyfriend’s bare chest, feeling rather subconscious as my naked body wrapped around him. It was morning and, since it was winter and we were both bare, it was cold when I took my arm out from under the covers. I sighed, distancing myself.

I stared up at Henry’s sleeping face. He looked so peaceful, and his hair looked especially fluffy.

I couldn’t help but think back to last night. It had been fun, but I felt like a bad girlfriend. I realized that the moment he asked, I wasn’t one-hundred percent into the relationship. If anything, I’d thought more about Bev, my best friend, while fucking him. And it wasn’t fair.

No, I did’t have large enough feelings for Bev. I was just nervous because it had been my first time. Last night had been absolutely perfect, so I had no reason not to be head over heels for Henry. Shouldn’t I be in love with him by now? I probably was, I just wasn’t used to feeling this way about a boy.

Yes, that was it. I loved Henry, I was just shy.

I licked my lips as I stroked his face. Sleepily, his hand drifted up to mine, pressing it further against his cheek. He nuzzled into my pillow, groggily yawning and opening his eyes.

“Morning, babe,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my lips.

“Morning. I love you, Hen.”

Even in his tired state, he grinned excitedly. “I knew it.”

He nuzzled against me, and I hugged him closer. “How… how was last night?” I asked insecurely.

“God… you were so fuckin’ good, babe,” he chuckled hoarsely. “It was perfect. You’re fuckin’ perfect.”

“Yeah. It was surreal,” I nervously agreed.

“Man… the old man’s gonna be pissed that I didn’t go home last night,” he sighed. “Fuckin’ worth it, though. Your ma won’t care if I stay for breakfast, yeah?”

“O - oh, yeah that’s okay,” I agreed. “Guess since you know my mom, I oughta meet your dad at some point, right?”

Henry sat up and sent a cold glare. “Fuck no. No fuckin’ way. He’s gonna be pissed at me if he ever finds out I have a person in my life that actually makes me goddamn happy.”

I sat up as well, rubbing his back. I used the blanket to cover up my chest, which made Henry pout a bit, making a squeezing motion with his hands. “Sorry I asked, okay? Let’s just get ready for school. We can be all… lovey-dovey later, but for now, let’s get the hell out of bed, ‘kay?”

~~~

“I can’t believe it! It’s been forever since we’ve had some girl time,” Bev giggled, swinging back and forth on the playground set.

I was beside her, our empty backpacks tossed to the side. I grabbed the cold metal bars as my feet brushed against the ground. “Yeah. It felt like just yesterday I was a new student who didn’t know the place, and yet here we are, graduated. Well, me, at least.”

Bev tilted her head, a worried smile tugging at her adorable face. “You don’t seem as excited as I thought you’d be. What happened to wanting to get school over as soon as possible?”

I frowned slightly. “I just… I don’t know what to do. I have a full-ride scholarship, you know, from my dream college. But it’s in another state, and… Yeah.”

“Seriously?! You didn’t mention this sooner? Oh my god, I’m so happy for you!” Bev cheered, although she instantly dialed it down. “You… you really like him, don’t you?”

“That’s the thing: I don’t know. I mean, he’s attractive, I love him, and I care about him, but… I just don’t see a future with him,” I sighed. “Am I the asshole? I’ve felt so guilty for ages now and I’ve never talked to him about it because… He’s actually in love with me. But what if, after all these months… he’s just a friend?”

I couldn’t help it. I was in so much pain. I leaned against my knees, rubbing my eyes as tears clouded my vision.

Beverly sighed. She stood up and crouched in front of me. “I’ve… had a feeling that’s been true. I mean, you’ve never talked about him like a lover would. You talk about him like friend that you happen to have sex with. I’ve just never told you because of the whole reason you got together with him in the first place.”

I let out a quiet sob as she rubbed circles on my back. “I hate it, Bev! He deserves love so much and yet and I just don’t know how to give it to him! I’m so unhappy in the relationship with him and it’s not even his fault. It’s all my fault.”

She went quiet and pulled my face up. She pulled me to my feet as well, enveloping me in a warm, comforting hug. God, I loved this girl. She was a perfect angel in every way. And I think… that was the problem to begin with. I was a terrible person. Why couldn’t I just let myself be happy and fall in love with Henry? It’s been an entire school year and I just couldn’t do this one thing.

“You two can still be friends,” Bev mumbled in my ear.

“We both know that won’t happen. We’re both going to be hurt,” I sobbed.

“Maybe, maybe not,” she soothed. “But no matter what, it’s summer time and you two won’t ever have to talk again. And we can spend the whole summer with the loser’s gang instead! I know you’ll love them.”

“Yeah… but I want to love Henry so badly,” I heaved, tightly grasping her shirt. “I’m the worst girlfriend ever. I have obvious feelings for someone else, I always have. I would’ve never been enough for him.”

“I know… you’ve done all you can. You’ve tried your best. But sometimes, people aren’t meant to be that way,” she comforted.

“But I should be. The woman I’ve been in love with since, like, the beginning of the school year wouldn’t ever be interested in me. I just can’t settle for him. I don’t know how. He deserves so much better than what I’ve given him. It’s gotten to the point where every time we have sex, all I think about is her. When we go on dates, all I think about is her. When I hold his fucking hand, all I want is for it to be her’s. I’m a horrible person.”

“Y/n!” Bev exclaimed, shaking me aggressively but with love. “Calm down. I’m here for you. I always have been. You’re right, he deserves better, which is why you should break up with him. You have good, logical reasons. College and your feelings are completely valid.”

“I care about him so much.”

“But you’re not happy. And he’ll never be if he’s not in a relationship with someone who’s equally in love,” Bev reasoned, cupping my cheeks.

“Yeah… you’re right, you’re so, so right,” I groaned, wiping away the rest of my tears. “I just hate that I have to do it.”

“I believe in you.”

I couldn’t help but get lost in the woman’s eyes. Even with how much I cared about Henry, she’d be who I missed the most. I loved her. No… I was in love with her. And she was completely oblivious to my feelings. She always had been. And it was better that way. I… would be leaving soon anyways.

“Bev… You’re my best friend. I hope you always can be,” I admitted dreamily.

Bev sent me the sweetest smile. “Of course I will. Stop reminding me that you’re going to be moving away for college, though, or I’m going to cry. I don’t want to think about it right now.” She frowned.

I placed my hand on her cheek as well, passionately replying,” I hate when you frown or cry. I… I genuinely hate it. Promise me you won’t ever cry about me.”

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. “I promise… But who’s the woman?”

“The woman?” I repeated nervously.

“The woman you’re in love with. Her. I didn’t know you had other friends.”

My heart completely froze. Oh, I longed to screw to the whole world that I was interested in her. But I was still with Henry… It would be even worse if I broke up with him for another girl. “I… I’d feel too bad telling you while I’m still with Hen. I care so, so much about him. I don’t want to hurt him anymore than I can.”

Bev nodded, completely understanding. “Yes, you’re right. But promise that you’ll tell me who the lucky girl is when it’s over.”

“Sure… but it won’t really matter since I’m moving in a few months anyways.”

“Your feelings are always important, my love,” she reassured. “But, in the meantime, we shouldn’t be so depressed. It’s our last official high school summer together, we should spend it having fun.”

“Agreed.”

~~~

There I laid, lost in thought on my bed. I knew Henry would be home soon. Over the past few months, he made it a habit to stay for entire weekends at a time. So, I had no doubt that the smitten man would be here soon.

I felt like I was going to throw up. I was a horrible person for what I had to do. But with each day, my feelings for my best friend grew, and any romantic feelings I feigned for Henry shrinked. In the middle of the relationship, I adored him. But that was just a crush. Henry… just wasn’t the one. Everything Bev had told me earlier was right. I had to break it up before I hurt hi even more…

I was feeling so many things and yet nothing at all. Fear. Depression. Anxiety. Self-loathing. Things would’ve been so much nicer if I had just… fallen in love with Hen. I had tried for so long to make me feel that way about him, but I was unable to.

I was a bad person.

Tears sprung to my eyes again, just as my bedroom door opened. Instead of his usual casual greeting, Henry was quick to notice my mood and rush over to me.

“What the fuck’s wrong, babe?” he fretted, pulling me up so that I was pressed against his chest.

I couldn’t help but wind my hands around his waist and nuzzle my head into his chest. I relished the feeling of his warm, loving arms for what I assumed would be the last time. I knew Henry would hate me when I broke up with him. Oh, why couldn’t I just be happy and in love with him.

“Babe, please, telling why the fuck you’re crying. Who the fuck do I need to beat up?” he fussed, petting my hair and holding me tightly.

“I don’t know how to do it, Hen,” I sobbed, pushing away and meeting his adoring, concerned gaze.

“Do what,Y/n?” he questioned solemnly.

“I care about you so, so much, Hen,” I choked, cupping his cheeks in my hand. “But… I have a full-ride scholarship from Y/c. I have to move away. I just… I care so much and I don’t want to, but we need to break up, Henry.”

Henry's expression went blank. And then, little by little, it darkened. His eyes carried a darkness that I’d never seen before, and it frightened me. Not for my sake, but his. He’d become so much better for me, and I would hate to see him revert back to his old ways without me.

His grip on me tightened, and I let out a yelp of pain. Suddenly, he flipped me on my back and pushed me into the bed. A raging scowl stretched on his face. “Are you fuckin’ joking?”

Wide-eyed and afraid, I could only manage to shake my head.

“You’re breaking up with me because of fucking college? No. That’s not fucking happening. I’m not letting you. So let’s drop the fucking topic. I won’t repeat myself, bitch.”

“Henry, I’m serious. We - we need to break up. I don’t deserve you —“

“Bullshit!” he screamed, holding my arms hard enough that there’d definitely be bruises. “Is there another guy? We’ve never had any fucking problems and now you’re just breaking up with me for convenience? We love each other, I love you, I love you so fucking much —“

“Henry! No, I don’t love you,” I admitted. “I’ve tried so hard to fall in love, but I haven’t and I can’t! I care so much about you, but it’s only as a friend, please! Understand my decision. I don’t want you to get hurt —“

“Don’t want me to get hurt?” he growled, standing up and stumbling back with his head in his hands. “I can’t live without you. I fucking love you, you know this! Don’t you get it? You know what, I don’t care if you aren’t in love with me or whatever bullshit. I bet that whore of a friend told you to do this —“

“Don’t talk about Bev like that,” I sobbed, pushing weakly at his chest. “I know you love me, but I can’t give you what you want. You’re incredible, Henry, but you deserve so much better than me —“

“No!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “You’re not fucking leaving me —“

“Y/n! Is everything alright in there?” my mom’s worried voice sounded from the other side of my bedroom door.

Henry glared daggers into me. “It’s… we’re fine, mom,” I replied shakily, wiping my eyes.

A few minutes passed with Henry and I just staring at each other. Henry’s eyes held such… malice. Like the coward I was, I just wanted to take it all back. But I couldn’t. And I shouldn’t.

“Henry… You should leave,” I sighed tearfully.

“I’m not fucking gonna. You better fucking take it back.” He once again stalked towards me, cornering me against the bed so that I was forced to sit down.

“Please, Henry. I’ll get my mom and —“

I gasped when his hands suddenly wrapped around my throat tightly and he towered against my meek frame. I could still breathe, but his grip was enough to prevent me from releasing coherent words. I pulled and grabbed at his hands and chest as more tears sprung to me eyes.

“And what? You don’t know shit of what I’m capable of. I fucking love you and no way in hell am I letting you go,” he growled, tightening his grip on my lungs. “Take it back or I’ll kill your fucking mom and then that slut you call your best friend. You won’t know what’s fucking coming. I’ll do anything for you, so I’ll be damned if you leave me.”

I let out a choke, air escaping from my lungs. I could hardly register his collage of threats as my visions went spotty. I struggled and kicked around desperately, but my energy was swiftly leaving me. I never knew Henry was like this. I should’ve… broken up… with him sooner…

I could suddenly breathe again. I greedily gulped up air, scrambling into the corner of my bed. I tried to collect my throats as my gaze was glued to the psychotic teen. He crawled over to me, his expression suddenly changing to be… loving?

“Babe, I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you —“

I let out a scream of help, hands digging into the wall. I kicked at Henry, managing to hit him square in the face. My mom dashed into the room, and teary-eyed, I ran over to her. She enveloped me in a tight hug before pushing me behind her protectively.

I was hyperventilating, barely registering my surroundings or what had just happened.

“Henry, I think it’s best you leave,” my mother fearfully stuttered.

I peered over her shoulder. Henry had recovered from the kick, slouched over and glaring at my mother viciously. “I thought I was always welcome here, bitch.”

“Leave or I’m calling the police. You’re never welcome here again. Leave,” she repeated, stepping her foot down.

Henry seemed heart-broken and insanely pissed at the same time. His gaze shifted from me to her and then back to me. His shoulders dejectedly slouched. “Fuckin’ fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Y/n.”

And with that, he shoved past us and left the household, all while I was left a sobbing mess in the arms of my beloved mother.

~~~

That was a few weeks ago. It was summer, a time when I should be having fun, but instead, I was paranoid. Afraid. Henry’s disappearance from my life left me on edge. I wanted nothing to happen to him. Or Bev, or my mother. Every day, I called Bev at least three times to make sure things were okay - and was often disappointed that her father, ya know, existed - and my mother had to comfort me constantly that things would be fine.

But I knew they wouldn’t be.

So, being the sweet, perfect angel she was, Bev got me out of the house and invited me to the cliff with the loser gang. Sure, they were all a bit younger than I was, but I really needed some social interaction, and Bev was always capable of cheering me up.

Despite her not knowing my feelings for her. But that’s… fine. I had bigger problems to attend to. And a bright future to look forward to.

So, there I was; the nostalgia was great as Bev and I sat at the edge of the cliff, legs dangling off, and hands intertwined. Just like when we used to come to the cliff with the gang. When things… weren’t complicated.

I was already acquainted with the loser gang boys, since I often had to step in between Henry and them. So, they were okay with me hanging out with them.

I couldn’t help but notice how all of them were ogling Bev’s body. She was stripped down to her underwear, ready to swim, but we had yet to dive in. I felt rather… jealous of the attention she was grabbing. I completely understood. I too was head over heels for the girl, but I couldn’t help but let my feelings get in the way.

“Hey, let’s show these boys who’s better,” Bev suddenly whispered in my ear.

“Just like last time?”

“Just like last time,” she giggled.

I reluctantly rose of my feet. I took off my crop top and slipped off my jeans. The boys were pretending not to look, which I found amusing.

“You guys are all perverts,” Richie suddenly proclaimed. “If you guys had more experience, you all wouldn’t care about their sexy bods.”

Bev and I giggled, all while Stan retorted,” Yeah, ‘cause a loser like you definitely has had sex before.”

This caused everyone to chortle. I noticed that Ben was lost in thought, his gaze glued to Bev, regardless of the banter going on. I didn’t like that.

“Yeah, with your mom just last night,” Richie bragged, sticking his tongue out at Stan.

Beverly and I shared an amused gaze before looking out to the cliff. We were both ready, but just to show off, I shouted,” Cowabunga, bitches!”

It was far less frightening as we dove off the edge. All the boys clamored to the edge to watch us in horror. Bev and I held hands the whole way down. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and instead of screaming, we were both laughing the whole way down, curling into our respective canon balls.

The water encapsulated our bodies, but this time, we didn’t let go of each other. We reoriented ourselves, and as we popped up, she gazed at me with warmth and excitement. I could've gotten lost in them, like always, but instead, we were caught off guard as multiple splashes hit us. The boys were quick to join us in the large lake. It was rather surprising how brave they were.

All of our laughs echoed as one by one, the boys emerged form the water. It was… nice. Refreshing.

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Drawn to You | Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Warning: Makeout, This is a lil long (I got carried away)

Word count: 3859

It was a typical night for you. You had your music playing faintly in the background while you were writing notes for your anatomy & physiology class when you felt your phone vibrate violently on your desk, which caused your French bulldog, Royal, to wake up from his snoring slumber on your lap. With an annoyed huff, you pick up your phone and notice your best friend Rae had texted you numerous times.

Rae 😴

Hey!

Among Us!

Now!

Need 10th person!

Pleaseeeeee

You stared at the messages for a minute. You were confused on why she asked you of all people. You were the opposite of the many streaming friends she had who were loud, funny, and all around GOOD at games. Your shy character would not fit well on her stream and you knew that. Plus, the only games you’ve played are Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing, which requires no communication with people and you preferred it that way.

You

Why me? I’m in the middle of writing notes.

Rae 😴

There’s this person I want you to meet!

He’s really nice and you’ll warm up to the group in no time, I promise!

I won’t let them be mean to you 😤😤

They’re nice ppl anyway so they wont be mean lol

You

Okay.. let me load up my discord

Rae 😴

Yayy!

I already bought among us for you last time I was over so you’re good to go!

‘What? When did she find the time to buy the game for me? We were literally together the whole time she was here.’ You thought, but quickly dismissed it and loaded up discord. Right as you got online, you got an invite from Rae. You quickly grabbed your headset and adjusted your mic before joining the call. You petted Royal in an attempt to calm your nerves as you saw 9 peoples profile pictures appear in front of you. You only recognized Rae’s, of course.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Rae exclaimed, “Guys, this is my best friend (Y/N)! Introduce yourselves!”

“Hi, I’m Toast!” Said the man with the toast icon. You smiled at his profile picture. You found it cute.

“I’m Jack!” Said an Irish voice. You know Jack. You used to watch his videos a lot.

“I’m Poki!” Said a girl with a really sweet voice, “Nice to meet you!” You were about to say hello back when someone else chimed in.

“Hello, I’m Felix!” You recognized that Swedish accent. He was the most well known YouTuber, of course.

“Nice to meet you!” Said a really soft voice, “I’m Sykkuno!” His voice reminded you of an anime boy. You smiled to yourself.

“Hi, I’m Lily!” Said a really cute and high pitched voice.

“Hi everyon-” You went to introduce yourself properly until you got cut off.

“I’m Corpse.” Said a deep, attractive voice. Your eyes widened for a second, his voice catching you off guard.

“H-hello,” You attempt to say hello again but this time you’re a little shaken up by Corpse’s voice, but you get it together by petting Royal once again. “I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you all!”

“Your voice is so adorable!” Says Lily. You smile at the fact that someone who’s voice is equally as adorable complimented yours.

“Thank you!” You respond, “Your voice is adorable too, Oh my God!”

Lily giggles at your compliment. “Alright!” Exclaimed Rae, “Ready to play (N/N)?” You quickly realized you forgot to load up Among Us before hand. You were silently kicking yourself for not doing such a simple thing. Now they’re gonna have to wait longer to play because of you and they already waited long enough for you to join the discord call.

“Um..” You stall as you hurriedly click on the Among Us icon. “I’m so sorry. I forgot to load it up.. but it’s loading right now!” Your eyes are glued to the screen as if it’ll make the game boot up faster.

“That’s okay.” Said Corpse in the most kind voice. “It won’t take that long.” You feel heat rushing to your cheeks just by hearing his voice. Who is this man and why is he making you feel like this?

They all agreed with Corpse and continued chatting about whatever they were chatting about before you joined the call. You were half listening as you were trying to figure out what to do as the game loaded up. Just as you were about to ask Rae, Corpse sent you the game code through a private message. You typed “Thank you!” as you quickly entered your name and then the game code.

“Woo! (Y/N)’s here!’ Said Rae happily. “Choose your color and your hat!” ‘Where do I do that?’ You thought to yourself but quickly found it. You wanted to be pink but it wouldn’t let you choose it.

“Why isn’t it letting me choose pink?” You asked.

“It’s because Corpse is pink.” Explained Lily. “He took it from me too.” She said with a sad, but funny, tone.

“I can be a different color.” Corpse said and quickly changed his color from pink to white.

“Oh, Thank you!” You said happily and picked a flower to match it.

“No problem.” He said and you could hear the smile in his voice. It made butterflies appear in your stomach.

“Are you kidding me?!” Said a laughing Lily. “I literally ARGUED with you about letting me have pink!”

“I sense something happening...” Cooed Rae in a sing songy voice. The whole group then erupted in “Ooooo’s”. This made you blush. You covered your face even though they couldn’t see you and Corpse chuckled, which only made you blush more.

Before the game started they all explained to you how to play so you wouldn’t be lost. This calmed your nerves a bit and when the game started you were happily going around the ship completing your tasks. Watering the plants was your favorite so far since you found it satisfying how the plants grew. You saw Corpse run up to you and you made your character step away a bit because you didn’t want to get killed. He instead ran circles around you and you decided to follow him for the rest of the game for safety. You both encountered Rae and Toast by the vending machines but didn’t think much of it and waited for Corpse to finish his task. Until Rae killed you and Toast killed Corpse. “A double kill?!” You shouted to yourself, causing Royal to wake up and slowly get off your lap. “I’m sorry buddy..” You said to him as he laid down in his dog bed. You turn your attention back to the screen as someone found you and Corpse’s dead bodies.

“Um, bodies found by the vending machines.” Said Felix who didn’t sound all too confident. “Jack where were you?” He asked.

“I was in..” As Jack was about to explain himself you heard a ‘pop’ emit from your headphones and saw a red dot by the messages icon. You clicked it and saw it was a message from Corpse. You completely stopped caring about the arguing going on through your headphones as Jack was trying to claim innocence.

“I like your flower :)” It read. You smiled big and immediately typed back.

Your fingers hovered over the keys thinking about what to type back but you settled on a simple “Thank you :D”.

After two games or so everyone got tired and decided to head out. You all said your goodbyes and watched as each person slowly began to leave the call. You didn’t want to leave until you were sure everybody was gone. Everybody left but Corpse. “Hey..” He said, sounding a little shy but it was probably just because he was tired.

“Hi!” You said a little too excited. You immediately wished you could reword what you said a little calmer.

“So, uh..” He began, “Could I possibly get your number? For Among Us games I mean?” He didn’t sound too sure of himself but him asking this made you beam with excitement.

“Of course.” You said calmer than before, “But I don’t know what help I’d be as I’m terrible at this game.” You giggled.

You typed in chat your number, your fingers shaking slightly. “Nah, I liked playing with you.” He said more confident, “You make it more fun. Even though I haven’t ever spoken to you before.” He chuckled. You smiled at his words. Butterflies formed in your stomach hearing him laugh.

You and Corpse chatted a bit more until he decided he should go, but you wished you guys could have kept talking the whole night. You felt this connection with him that you couldn’t put into words. It felt so easy for you to talk to him and you didn’t feel as nervous around him as the others you met today. There was something so calming about him that washed your fears away. You shook your head from the thoughts and told yourself that you just met him today, you shouldn’t get ahead of yourself but it was hard not to.

You were laying in your bed scrolling through twitter when you got a text.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

hey its corpse

is this (Y/N)?

Your heart skipped a beat. You were excited Corpse texted you so fast, hoping you two could continue talking.

You

That’s me!

I thought you were going to sleep?

Corpse🥺🖤

nah i hardly ever sleep i just left because i didnt want to keep you up

i really enjoyed playing with you

You

I enjoyed playing with you too

We should play together again soon

Corpse🥺🖤

definitely

You’ve begun to become really good friends with Corpse over the past week. You and him would facetime each other whenever you could. You always were on facetime with him, actually. Whenever you were studying, you guys were talking. Whenever he was editing, you guys were talking. When you were about to go to bed, you guys were talking.

Right now, you guys were facetiming as you were studying for an upcoming exam and he was trying to stay awake. You liked having him around when you were studying even if it was through a phone. You didn’t feel pressured to talk or have to worry about an awkward silence with him. It was comfortable silence.

You started to worry that you were keeping him up, though. “You can go to bed if you want,” You said softly as you looked up from your textbook to the black screen propped up against a few books. “ I don’t want to keep you up. You need some rest.”

“No..” He muttered, “I like having you around..”

“I like having you around too Corpsie but we can talk when you wake up.” You told him a little sternly in an effort to convince him to go to bed.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked out of the blue.

You paused before answering and shifted your gaze to the black screen once again. “Yeah sure, go ahead.”

“Do you want to maybe stay over here for a bit?” He asked, “Whenever you’re free, I mean. If you don’t want to I get that too I just feel so drawn to you I want you closer to me. Is that weird? I’m sorry if that’s weird. Actually, forget I said-”

“I’d love to come over.” You told him with a smile. “When would you want me to be there?”

“As soon as possible.” He said in his raspy, tired voice. Butterflies formed in your stomach and you felt your heart skip a beat. This man was something else.

“I can be over there in the morning..” You start, “I just have to pack and everything. Is it okay if I bring Royal? I don’t want to leave him with my sister.” You look over to Royal sleeping peacefully on your bed, snoring away.

“Hell yeah!” Corpse exclaimed, “I love animals! Bring him over.” You giggled at his excitement.

Corpse ended up falling asleep soon after and you ended the call. As you were getting ready for bed you began to think of what Corpse’s place would be like and what you guys would do. You were definitely going to show him Stardew Valley, that was for sure. You pondered the thought of you finally confessing to him that you wanted to be not just his friend, but girlfriend. You’ve been wanting to do it for awhile now but you get too scared and end up chickening out, so you figured if he liked you like you like him, he’d make the first move. You started to make up scenarios in your head about finally hanging out with Corpse in person as you drifted off to sleep, hearing Royal snoring peacefully in the background.

It was the next morning and as soon as you woke up you changed into your favorite outfit and began to pack. You didn’t know how long you were staying for but you decided to pack about 2 weeks worth of clothes just to be on the safe side. Royal was sitting on the floor watching you as you hurried from your closet to the suitcase on your bed. You were happily humming as you were excited about the day. You heard your phone buzz and you quickly grabbed it from your bed as you saw the name pop up on the screen.

Corpse🥺🖤

hey :)

heres the address:

You

Thanks! and hello 😊

You two texted until you were ready to go. You were definitely NOT looking forward to driving two and a half hours from LA to San Diego but you were so excited to see Corpse that the dread of the long car ride washed away.

You put Royal into his harness and plopped him in the back seat. He looked at you confused since he rarely ever gets to go for rides in the car. “We’re going to see a friend!” You tell him while petting his head. He then laid down and began to close his eyes.

After what seemed like forever you were finally outside Corpse’s apartment. You grabbed Royal and attached his leash to his harness and then proceeded to grab your giant (and heavy) suitcase out of the trunk. You struggled getting the suitcase up the apartment building stairs but you managed. You felt a sense of relief that his apartment building had an elevator so you didn’t have to deal with more stairs. The ones at the entrance were enough. While you were waiting for the elevator to take you to his floor you took this opportunity to text him.

You

On my way up!

Almost immediately after you sent it he read it. He started typing but the three dots quickly disappeared. Before you could question it the elevator doors opened to his floor. “Come on, Bud!” You said to Royal and motioned for him to go ahead. Royal got up from his sitting stance and lead the way. After passing 2 other doors, you were at Corpse’s. You knocked two times.

You heard shuffling on the other side and the door knob turning shortly after. Before you knew it, Corpse was in front of you. His eyes were looking at yours. You immediately smiled. “Hi.” Corpse said with a slight smile as well.

“Hi..” You said shyly. You didn’t know how to react now that he was in front of you and not behind a screen. He stepped aside and motioned for you to come inside. You entered his apartment and set your suitcase by the couch. Royal was pawing at Corpse’s leg, begging for pets.

“Aww, hi buddy!” Corpse said excitedly. “He’s so well behaved.” Corpse was talking to you now.

“Yeah, it took work though.” You laughed slightly. “Your place is really nice.” You said as you looked around. You noticed all of his mirrors were covered up, but you decided not to ask him about that. He probably had his reasons.

“Thank you.” Corpse said as he looked at you. “You look pretty.”

You blushed and turned your head away from him so he couldn’t see your pink cheeks. “Thank you.”

Corpse cleared his throat, “So uh, I don’t have a guest bedroom so I’ll take the couch for however long you want to stay.”

You quickly shot your head at him. “No no no I’m not letting you sleep on the couch in your own apartment.” You argued with him.

“Well, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.” Corpse stated.

“Then we’ll share your bed.” You said with a shrug and headed towards his room to set your suitcase down, Royal following closely behind you. You didn’t see anything wrong with it. You and Rae share one whenever you guys sleep over at each other’s house and you thought this was no different

“O-okay.” He responded and quickly followed after you, “So, this is my room.” he said as you and him both entered.

“I like it!” You exclaimed as you looked around. You liked how dark it was in there. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. That smile.. You thought and quickly fumbled with your suitcase as you set it down by his closet. Corpse came closer to you.

“Can I give you a hug?” Corpse said a little shyly, as if I’d say no.

“Of course!” You said and wrapped your arms around his neck. He was taken aback but quickly put his hands around your waist. You caught a whiff of his mild cologne which made you want to stay in the hug a little longer. You didn’t want to be weird though and pulled away from the embrace.

“I’m really happy you’re here.” He said as he looked into your eyes. I could kiss him right now, oh my God. Your mind raced, but you managed to get out some words.

“I am, too.” You said.

It’s only been about a day since you’ve been over at Corpse’s. Sharing the bed seems to be no big deal as he barely seems to sleep. You so far liked being there with him.

Right now, you were on the phone with an overly excited Rae.

“You’re at his HOUSE?!” She yelled excitedly in your ear. Your face cringed a little bit from the yelling.

“Yeah,” You told her, “He has a really nice place.” You said as you scanned his living room.

“I knew you guys would hit it off!” Rae said, “I should be a matchmaker or something.” You blushed at her comment.

“Nothing’s happened yet.” You said quietly, not wanting Corpse to hear you.

“Girl, you’re at his house.” Rae said in a obvious tone. You rolled your eyes.

“This could just mean he likes having me over as a FRIEND.” You told her. You were hoping that wasn’t the case though and Corpse did have feelings for you. You smiled at the thought.

“You are so oblivious.” Rae said with a sigh, “Anyway, I gotta go workout. Love ya! Hope everything goes well!” She said the last part in her sing songy voice.

“Love you too!” You said back and ended the call. What do I do now? You thought. Corpse was streaming so you couldn’t hangout with him right now and your physics class isn’t till a few hours. You were hungry, though, and decided to cook some lunch for you and Corpse. It’ll be a nice surprise for him. You smiled at the thought.

You made your delicious Dorito taco salad that you love so much. You made a bowl for Corpse as well and took it to his room where he resided. He didn’t seem to be streaming anymore and was just scrolling through Twitter on his computer.

“I come with food!” You say as you place the bowl down in front of him. You seem to have startled him as he jumped slightly when you spoke. He examined the bowl suspiciously.

“What is this?” He says cautiously of your creation.

“It’s Dorito taco salad.” You explain, “It has crushed up Doritos, of course, shredded chicken, lettuce, olives, and sour cream in it.” He seemed to be skeptical of it, which was a given every time you made it for someone new, but people ended up loving it when they tasted it. You were confused as to how many people found it weird since your mom made it for you when you were a kid a ton, so you were used to the delicious lunch dish.

“Okay.” He said and took a bite of it. His eyes lit up. “Oh my god, this is so good!” He exclaimed and took another bite. You giggled with excitement that he loved it like you did.

You both ate together and laid down on the bed as you talked about random things that were going on in your lives. You guys were laughing at a joke Corpse said until Corpse got serious.

“I have to tell you something.” Corpse said and looked into your eyes.

“Okay,” You said confused, “Go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “I like you.” He confessed, “Like, romantically. I have for awhile now actually and I don’t know what it is about you and I thought I was done with love but you make me feel so happy and different from anyone else I’ve talked to. You don’t have to feel the same way but I couldn’t keep my feelings in for any longer.”

You paused for a moment. Is this actually happening? Are you in a dream? “I like you too, Corpse.” You say softly. His eyes beam with excitement..

“Really?” He asks.

You laugh at his bewilderment. “Yes, really!”

He tackles you in a hug on the bed. You giggle from his excitement. He’s on top of you and he lifts his head up from your neck to look you in the eyes. You get a rush of emotions as you see the care and love in his eyes as he’s looking at you.

You blurt out what you were thinking in that exact moment. “Kiss me.”

He leans in and kisses you softly. One hand is holding him up on the bed as the other is cupping your cheek. You take one hand and tangle it in his hair. This causes him to deepen the kiss with you. The kiss turns rough. You’re both so in the moment you don’t want to come up for air but you guys manage to keep going by taking in air when your lips part for brief moments. The hand that was cupping your cheek is now next to your head, taking the responsibility of holding him up. The other hand is trailing up and down your thigh, squeezing your thigh tightly ever so often. You eventually break the heated kiss and look up at him. You were hoping he could see the love you had for him in your eyes.

“I liked that.” You say smiling.

He chuckled at your words. “I like it too.”

#corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband #corpse #fic #fanfic

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cocobeanncteez · 3 years ago

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Ateez Hongjoong: Tame (Final Part)

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, mafia au.

Pairing: Mafia!Hongjoong x OC (written in 2nd person)

Word Count: 17k in total, 2.2k in this part. (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Warnings for all parts combined: Mafia themes such as torture, abuse, violence, human auctions, murder, drugs, guns. Mentions of rape, human trafficking, sex slavery, organ trafficking, unprotected sex, pulling out, facesitting.

“What are you guys up to?” you questioned, plopping down on the couch beside Wooyoung. Yunho, Jongho, and San were seated on the opposite couch.

“Just talking about one of our hostages who we will kill tonight,” Yunho replied while playing with a rubik's cube.

“What did they do?” you asked.

“He tried to sabotage our latest drug deal with a secret dealer from Russia. We didn’t know how he found out about it, but he spilled the beans on his gang,” San answered. “So we don’t need him anymore.”

“Well… rest in peace, I guess,” you remarked, making Wooyoung snort.

“Would’ve been better if we killed Yang Daeyoung instead.”

You turned to look at him. “Who exactly is he? I’ve heard his name a few times, but I’ve never gotten the opportunity to ask.”

Jongho gently cleared his throat. “He’s the man who raped and murdered Hongjoong’s sister. Him and three of his men. He wasn’t from a very powerful gang or anything, but he does his work extremely well. He wanted to take us down, and he used Hongjoong’s sister as bait to trap him. Hongjoong refused to give up on Ateez. By the time we managed to track Hongjoong, the damage was already done.” You felt your heart break; you couldn’t even imagine what your boyfriend had to go through.

“Where is Yang Daeyoung now?” you asked.

“Rotting in our torture chamber as we speak.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?! Why haven’t you killed him yet?”

“We are looking for his child,” Hongjoong replied, joining the conversation. “The man has over five trillion won kept in a secret bank account. He also has information, good and bad, on every mafia gang and the corrupted politicians and locals involved. That’s why all gangs are still on the lookout for him even though we captured him eight months ago. He has a secret place somewhere in the world and only his child can access his possessions as he used iris pattern recognition. He has covered up everything though. We can’t find shit on any of his family members.”

“No amount of threatening or torturing works on him. We even told him that we’ll find his child and torture them,” Jongho added. “But he won’t reveal anything to us.”

“Maybe I can try?” you suggested. You did learn how to torture someone for information, but it wasn’t something you really enjoyed.

“Your chances are extremely low,” Wooyoung remarked.

“I’m aware of that. But even a little information could be helpful, right?”

“Go ahead then, sweetheart,” Hongjoong said with a smirk. “I’d love to see my girl torture that filthy bastard.”

You pecked his lips. “Then let’s go now, shall we?”

You made your way to the torture room, Hongjoong, Jongho, and Wooyoung following you. Seonghwa joined you after finishing his work in the interrogation room, satisfied with how much information he was able to obtain. Jongho entered a passcode for one of the rooms, letting everyone inside.

The room was pretty dark and looked like a jail cell. You saw a plate of untouched food on the floor. There was a chair in the middle of the room and a cot at the end of the room where Yang Daeyoung was sleeping, his back facing you all, long chains attached from his hands to a pipe.

Wooyoung moved to the sleeping form, giving the man a kick on his back to wake him up. “Get up, fucker.”

Yang Daeyoung groaned in pain before sitting up, looking at the faces of everyone in the room. As soon as you made eye contact with the man, your heart dropped to your stomach.

His eyes widened. “Kiah?! What are you doing here?!”

The boys immediately turned to look at you. You weren’t able to utter a word due to how shocked you were at seeing your own father there. His hair was quite long and he had a long beard and moustache. There were a few scars on his face and arms.

“How do you know her?” Hongjoong interrogated.

“Run from here, Kiah! They’re gonna kill you,” your father yelled at you.

“Do you know him?” Seonghwa asked you, but you weren’t able to answer. You felt sick. You felt terribly sick that it was your father who raped and murdered your lover's sister.

Tears rolled down your eyes when you glanced at your boyfriend. How could you ever face him now?

“Kiah!” your father yelled, tugging hard on the chains, grabbing your attention. “Get out of here! They’re gonna torture you in front my eyes! They said they will find you and torture you!”

Hongjoong looked at you with an emotionless expression, finally understanding the situation. “You’re his daughter?” You couldn’t respond.

“Are you this bastard's daughter?!” he yelled at you. Before you could answer him, he rushed out of the room. You couldn’t help but cry, burying your face in your hands, feeling your heart ache.

Your father glared at you angrily. “Why are you involved with Ateez?! What is wrong with—"

“Shut up!” you shouted, cutting him off. “You’re fucking pathetic! How could you r-rape someone when you have a daughter?! How could you lie to me all these years that you’re a cop, when you’re nothing but a heartless monster!” you sobbed loudly, collapsing onto the floor. You felt someone kneel beside you, wrapping their arms around you.

“Get away from her, Park Seonghwa!” your father spat.

Seonghwa turned to glare at him. “Shut it,” he said, before helping you stand up, taking you to your room.

You blankly stared at the window of your room from your bed, watching the horizon darker as night was approaching. It has been four days since you last saw Hongjoong. You felt nothing but emptiness and agony. You didn’t know if he was at the mansion or if he went somewhere as you haven’t left your room at all ever since Seonghwa brought you to it. The girls tried to make you eat, but you barely had the appetite to.

You sighed, forcing yourself to get out of bed to take a shower even though you were going to crawl right back into it.

Stripping out of your clothes and entering the shower, you pushed the tap, letting the warm water soak you. Closing your eyes, you could feel a dull ache in your chest when you began to think of Hongjoong. A sob got stuck in your throat, but escaped a few seconds later. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sat down, hugging your propped up knees. Your sobs got louder, and your throat was aching, tears mixing with the water running down your face.

After spending a few minutes crying until you couldn’t anymore, you finally washed your body and your hair.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped a towel around your body and another one for your hair. You exited the bathroom after putting some clothes on, having no strength to dry your hair with a blow-dryer. You stopped in your tracks when you noticed a figure seated on your bed.

“I'm sorry…” Hongjoong apologized, getting off your bed and moving towards you. He stood in front of you with a pained expression on his beautiful face. You wondered how long he was waiting for you and you really hoped he didn’t hear you cry. Even if he didn’t, he could still tell you were crying as your red, puffy eyes gave it away.

“F-For what?” you stuttered, voice shaky.

Hongjoong sighed, looking down at his feet. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I shouldn’t have left you alone when you were going through much worse. It was a shock for you too…”

Your eyes filled with tears. “I understand why you did it. It’s okay…”

He shook his head. “No, it’s not okay, baby. I’m ashamed of how I acted. You didn’t deserve that.”

You blinked, causing the tears brimming at your eyes to slide down your cheeks. Hongjoong reached up to cup your cheeks, gently wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He placed a gentle, lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry.”

You closed your eyes, shaking your head in his hold. You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath. “Hongjoong, I-I think it’s best if we end things.” His eyes widened, heart aching due to your words. He opened his mouth to say something, but you spoke before he could. “I’m the daughter of the man who raped and murdered your sister, Hongjoong. I-I can’t…” you paused, sobs taking over. “I can’t live with that fact. I can’t look at you without thinking about it.”

“I don’t care, Kiah,” he reached out to hold your hands, his own eyes filling with tears. “I love you. Do you understand? I fucking love you. Yes, I was furious when I found out that you were the daughter of that bastard, but you shouldn’t have to suffer because of him. You didn’t even know what he does for a living. It’s not your problem.”

You sniffled. “You don’t h-hate me?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Baby…” he sighed, pulling you into a hug, his own tears rolling down his beautiful face. “I could never hate you. Never. You’re the love of my life. Fuck, I can’t even live without you. These past four days… I felt like I was gonna go insane if I didn’t see you, but I had to give you some space.” You didn’t know what to say.

“There's no me without you,” he continued, gently pushing you away so that he could see your face. “So please… never try to break up with me again. I’d rather die than live without you,” he cried. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest while you both cried together. Hongjoong placed soft kisses onto your head, trying to calm himself and you down.

When your sobs stopped, he gently pushed you away so that he could look at your face. He cupped your cheek, titling your head back before he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own in a soft kiss.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against you. “I love you,” he murmured.

You smile slightly. “I love you more.”

Epilogue

“Oh my god! We’re finally here!” Jiwoo squealed, running on the cooling sand. Ateez managed to find out the location of your father's secret hideout in Fiji with the help of Yeosang who used your iris pattern to track the computer. Ateez managed to receive all your father’s possessions and now you all had flown across Fiji for a mini vacation.

“Jiwoo's dream destination is Fiji and now we’re here,” San said, watching his girlfriend with love and adoration. You chuckled, watching San run after Jiwoo to join her little hyper session.

“We’re gonna go rest for a while,” Seonghwa stated, holding Aeji's hand.

Wooyoung smirked. “I know what that means,” he said, earning a smack on his head from the older man before the couple went to their beach house in the chain of houses.

Hongjoong took your hand in his, intertwining it. “We’re gonna rest too. See you all for dinner,” he said, dragging you along to your little beach house.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, sandals leaving prints on the sand, observing the various hues of orange, red, blue, and purple in the beautiful sky as the sun was setting. Hongjoong let go of your hand when you reached your beach house, pausing in his tracks. You gave him a questioning look, wondering why he wasn’t going inside.

He cleared his throat, moving his hands to wrap around your waist. “You’re the only one who could tame my temper, as the boys always say," he started, making you giggle. “The only one who could make my heart beat so fast. I’ve never wanted anything more in life than to be with you. You aren’t just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. But now I’d like to change that,” he reached into his pocket, taking out a small velvet box.

Hongjoong got down on one knee, and you gasped, realizing what was about to happen. “I’d like to be upgraded from your boyfriend to your fiancé.” You chuckle at that and he opened the box, revealing a beautiful oval-shaped diamond ring.

“Moon Kiah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Yes!” you squealed, face beaming with happiness. Hongjoong took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. He got up and you pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. When you pulled away, he grinned before placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you. Thank you for bringing light to my life.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you too, Joong. So much.” Hongjoong chuckled, pulling you into a sweet kiss.

You couldn’t wait for this new chapter in your life, spending it with Hongjoong by your side for the rest of eternity.

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moxfirefly · 4 years ago

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A quick little thing birthed between last night and today. Felt mushy and romantic so please enjoy this.

Rated Mature -for mentions but nothing graphic- (18+ years)

How the guys know they’re in love.

Mikey knows he’s in love the moment he gazes at you laid back on his bed. You’re in a towel, freshly showered, hair wet and a face sheet on your face. You’re scrolling your phone, feet moving to the beat of the music the two of you have been listening to all night. The two of you had just finished some rather fun activities and had both showered.

He knows he’s in love because you’re vulnerable yet a ease with him. He’s got a perfect view of your most intimate places when you lift your leg to scratch a terrible itch on your calf. You’re so at ease in the chaos of his room, he can’t help but admire you. He’s at the end of the bed on his side, propped up on his elbow and smiling like a fool.

Even when you look up from your phone and catching his blue orbs on you, you nudge him with your foot with a giggle.

He laughs when you chuck the face sheet at him. He can’t stop laughing when you climb on him, towel getting stuck and pinned in your playful wrestling. He can’t stop laughing between kisses, feeling your smooth and supple skin against his own reptilian one.

Mikey knows he’s in love just by these little things. It’s always been about the little things with him.

He loves the fact that you’ll put on a Knicks jersey to bed just cause it belongs to him. He loves that you let him braid your hair cause he’s obsessed with your pretty locks. He loves that you’ll let him bury himself on your side, face on your chest, legs intertwined because it’s the safest he’s ever felt.

He loves that you love him.

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Raph knows he’s in love by the crazy amount of pet names you give him. We’re talking from cute to absurd to just plain naughty. He loves the way they roll off your tongue like it’s muscle memory by now.

A soft ‘baby’ usually smooshed against his cheek with a kiss. It’s mostly ‘baby’ throughout the day, he’s pretty much sure you haven’t said his name in a long time, well aside from intimate activities but even then.

It’s ‘my mans’ when you’re gushing over him, accompanied by clapping or a good smack to his bicep or rear. He loves how heated you get with his impressive shows of strength. Even if you’re not much of a gym rat like he is, you’ve learned a thing or two about names and positions, you listen entranced when he explains muscles, anatomy, gaining and leaning out. Raph can’t hide a shy smile when you tell him he’s a ‘smart cookie’.

That’s one of the absurd ones, albeit a personal favorite for him, ‘smart cookie’ sounds like something that falls more under Donnie’s category, but no. You’ve used it often and never in frivolous way. It’s sincere and meant.

‘Viking’ is an absurd one and at that he truly raises a brow ridge at. You had joked about it once in your post coital bliss, hands running over his perfectly built body. You had told him he was a strong Viking man, that it was a vibe he just gave off. Her busted out laughing and while he isn’t huge on it he loves that it’s said after he does something impressive, like opening that jar of pickles you never can seem to do.

In private though, well in private he greatly enjoys ‘Daddy’ and gun to his head he can’t even explain why. It slipped out of you one day, he had you on all fours, those big hands of his spreading your cheeks and spanking them. You had moaned it out, completely lost in the pleasure of his thick cock hitting all the right spots. He had been stunned but not deterred, if anything he had driven so much harder and faster into you. He loves when you sneak up on him and whisper it against his neck, hands frisky and arousal evident. Raph tested the waters with it to make sure, asking you in that low voice of his “what’ya want daddy ta’do, baby girl?”, he swore you creamed yourself on the spot that night.

Raph knows he’s in love, with every little pet name you give him. He can’t go without hearing the ones he likes, even wondering what bizarre new one you will come up with. He knows he’s in love because your voice carries that love in the pitch in which you say those names.

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Donnie knows he’s in love when you touch him. Random little touches to his body, not all of the sexual nature of course. Touches that span the entirety of a day, with you caressing, gripping or ghosting across his body in nothing but a loving way.

He notices that it can be absentmindedly on your behalf too. You’ll come up behind him and wrap an arm across his chest, hand rubbing his chest as you ask about his online ongoings. The rhythmic caress makes him feel so gooey on the inside, a joyful spread in his chest. He loves when your hand lands on his thigh, your small digits drumming on hard muscle, slipping and sliding here and there.

You almost always fall a sleep grabbing him. A hand gripping his bicep, propped against his shell, or his personal favorite close to his heart. He loves that you’re big on hand holding and find an excuse to grab his hand whenever opportunity presents itself.

Donnie knows he’s in love when your eyes get clouded and your hand become less stationary on him. When you bite your bottom lip as your hand runs up his forearm (which he knows you’re obsessed with) and make a detour to the sides of his torso. Nails digging as he moves above you, scratching a path to his thighs before grabbing his rear and pushing him harder into you. That, that absolutely guts him and makes him cum.

It’s evident in the way you’ll cup his face when you kiss him hello or goodnight. He’s counted the minutes you’ve gone without touching him while together, it never exceeds more than ten minutes.

Donnie falls harder and harder for you with every touch of yours he feels.

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Leo knows he’s in love when you kiss him. He’s received so many kisses by you and all express different things, different feelings. He knows the importance of it when he arrived one day and had not kissed you.

‘You haven’t kissed me hello’ You had pouted when Leo was taking off his shoes, he had smiled and done just that.

He’s not sure which he loves more, the sensual lip locking the two of you engage that leads to much more.

Or those chaste little kisses throughout the day you just absolutely have to give him.

He had been grumpy once, probably a fight with Raph, and you had sat on his lap and littered his face with pecks until he couldn’t stop smiling. He knows he’s in love when you kiss his arm because you passed by him, kissed his hand while watch a movie, kissed a path down his hard muscled body. Your lips have declared territory on every inch of him.

Leo is absolutely goo when you kiss his forehead and the top of his head. He’s re-smitten when you kiss a trail from his cheek down his jaw while he reads out loud to you. Each brush of your lips reminding him that it’s necessary to feel him, to make sure that he’s palpable and real. He’s lost in that love when you thrust down onto him but must have your lips against his, swallowing his moans.

It’s the lazy make out when he sends you to nirvana. It’s the soft morning pecks that initiate even more lazy morning sex.

It’s the ‘please be careful’ kisses.

It’s the ‘oh thank god you’re safe!’ Kisses.

It’s the ‘I Love you so fucking much’ kisses.

That’s how Leo knows he’s in love.

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #leo tmnt #tmnt leo #bayverse tmnt #tmnt hc #slight ns*w #romance #fluff #mikey tmnt #raph tmnt #donnie tmnt

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losingherface · 3 years ago

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I have the moon

Warnings: Quick ish Smut, 18+

Info : It’s Ellie and readers first night at their new house, that used to be Joel’s.

A/n: srry if it’s terrible, i’ve been busy and just not in the mood to write if i’m being honest but yeahhh also I would love to have requests that obviously fit within the story line because I’m getting a bit dry :))

•

The boxes were full and ready to go. It took about a month to pack up and completely move into Joel’s farmhouse.

It was strange seeing your apartment empty. You had lived here on your own for so many years before Ellie came along. The furniture had changed over the years, and pretty much everything did due to Ellie moving in, having dogs, they suddenly die, having cats, and they suddenly died as well. But this time, it was finally empty, it looked like it did when you had first bought it. It looked like you kept it the same all these years.

You handed the key to your landlord, Britt, she was always fun and kept you company before Ellie, when you were depressed about your job, or anything really. It was hard seeing you go and you felt the same of course. She held you in the tightest hug and it felt like a stab in your heart. But you wanted this, so you weren’t really worried about how you’d feel in a few days.

Ellie waited for you in the car. When you got inside, you immediately noticed the constant smile on her face, she would try hiding it but you could tell, and god that made you feel so good.

It was a long month. From the wedding, to Joel dying, and now this, moving five hours from the city into a rural town where you two would be basically separated from everything, it was a lot. Now you were ready to get to your new home and nap it all off.

•

Jesse, Dina, Tommy, and Maria had all helped move us in throughout the week, and make things comfortable for us. Dina couldn’t get over the countryside and Jesse was irritated by her constantly whining to move closer to us as their baby, JJ, spilled his juice everywhere and made a mess. You were ready for them to leave. Reaching over to pull JJ away, from potentially making another huge mess, Dina calls you to the kitchen.

You were close to losing your temper but instead just ignored it, maybe Ellie will do something.

“Yea?”

“I love these counters, I have a friend if you guys ever need a renovator.” Dina told you as she took out something from the oven, your attention immediately going there.

“Yea I know, What’s that in the oven?”

“My special banana bread, so you can think of me when we leave.”

It was literally all you wanted right now.

“Thanks Dina. I’m going to miss you. And that baby of yours.”

•

As for Ellie, she had been fine, for the most part. She hadn’t completely opened up about how she was feeling but you knew it was passing by. Passing by as in, she was accepting that she’ll never talk to Joel again, not that she’s getting over it and forgetting about him- she’ll never forget him, it was her dad. There was a glow that sat beautifully on her face and it was the same glow she had when you two got married, when you two would be in each other’s presence. It seemed that was her way of telling you but not telling you either that she was content and you loved it.

Your head peaked out of the kitchen once again to look at Ellie, JJ and Jesse in the living room. Ellie had been playing with JJ and you couldn’t help but lose your train of thought. It was so cute when she did that.

•

Dina, Jesse, and JJ were finally leaving. You were going to miss your best friend as she wasn’t just down the street anymore, she was five hours away. Her baby was getting older, and soon it was time she would have to start paying full attention to him so the chances of regular communication were getting lower.

You couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken.

•

After everyone left, you devoured the banana bread with a large cup of milk, leaning over the counter, nitpicking everything in your head about this house.

You remembered Ellie had been setting up her art room, it was a nice size and way better than the balcony at the apartment. You cleaned yourself up and walked to the room.

The door was slightly open and the room had been quiet, only Ellie’s humming being heard.

You knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Ellie said softly and you walked in. Shutting the door behind you, trying to not disturb the peacefulness.

“It’s late, do you want to come to bed?” You asked as you watched her draw yet another portrait of Joel.

She yawned and put down her pencil. She didn’t answer your question and instead walked over to you and hugged your waist while kissing down your soft neck. She pulled away, “Let’s go.” She stretched her long arm out for you as she opened the door, leading you to your new bedroom.

The bedroom was large, with a walk in closet, a bathroom and a beautiful large window that wasn’t covered with curtains for the purpose of the countryside view.

The room was obviously empty only with a bed that had pastel yellow sheets Maria had bought. You sat down on the bed as Ellie followed. She sat and watched you take off your pants leaving you only in your underwear and a slightly large shirt, Ellie had done the same only her top half was completely bare.

•

It was the middle of the night in the new house, the first night you two had slept there. It had a creepy feel to it. It was quiet and dark, the only light coming from the large window you had been facing. From the window where you had been lying down, you got a nice view of the farm and the night sky, and also an occasional few cars that would pass by.

It was so hot that you had been fighting with the blankets all night, whether they should be on or off. Looking over at Ellie, she had seemed to be sleeping like a baby. You continue to look at the window while laying down, eyes wandering all over the place. The time was 2:00 a.m. It was going to be a long night.

Sweat begins forming on your back, causing you to pull your shirt off, now only in your undergarments.

“I’m going to go look for a fan. I think he had one in the attic.” Ellie just randomly blurs out causing you to look at her, startled.

“Please, baby it’s so hot.” You say as you lean over to the small chair beside the bed and grab the water bottle, desperately chugging it again. As you did that, Ellie leaves to look for a fan.

•

What had felt like forever, Ellie finally arrives with a fan. It was a decent size and was perfect. As Ellie plugs it in, you unclip your bra and let all of the cool air hit you before lying back in the bed, covering yourself with the blanket.

You hear Ellie rumbling into bed, a lot closer than before, wrapping her arm around your body, pulling you closer. It felt so nice to have her this close, as she really hadn’t been willing to for a few months. Also with the heat, you’d just hate being that close.

Ellie takes her warm and soft lips, and presses it on your neck. Kissing you up and down, you closed your eyes hoping she wasn’t just giving you a goodnights kiss but wanted more.

You pull your blanket down from your face to show her your exposed breasts, ready to be caressed and sucked on (lmfao idk how else to say it).

She looks at you with a slight smile before kissing your temple. “Please..” You whisper, grabbing her head with both of your hands, she knew exactly what you wanted. You adjusted your position, lying on your back, waiting for Ellie to slip under the sheet.

Ellie and you hadn’t been together like this in a while, considering everything she’s been through and the missed honeymoon. You can see it on Ellie’s face, she felt so good at this moment. Her face was lit up and the light coming from the night sky reflected on her face.

Ellie kissing down your neck, you move your hand over to caress her soft, slightly greasy hair. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you whisper, “I love you.” She breaks the kiss, whispering the same back to you before continuing to kiss, getting lower with each one.

At this point, you both knew exactly where this was going, it was one of Ellie’s favorite ways to make you smile. You spread your legs a bit further, allowing Ellie to have some space. You desperately throw the blanket off of the both of you to be able to see her. Her strong hands hold down both of your legs, her eyes lock with yours as she begins licking you right where you wanted her to. Your eyes begin to look drowsy as Ellie begins to pick up the pace. As you moan loudly, you notice Ellie smiling at you making your sounds every once and a while. Seeing her do that made you want more, you loved seeing her that way. You throw your head back into the fluffy, white pillow, grabbing onto anything that was in your region as Ellie relentlessly pleased you with her wet, warm tongue.

you were a mess and by the time you were able to let it all out over Ellie’s sweaty face, you were covered in your own sweat, sitting up on elbows, looking at Ellie get up and move towards you.

Ellie grabbed the blanket nearby and covered you and herself up. You immediately wrap your body around hers, pressing light kisses to her face.

“I forgot how much I love doing that.” Ellie says as you slowly begin to open your eyes.

You propped your head up on your elbow, leaning into Ellie more, caressing your hard, short nails up and down her back. “It looked like you really needed that.”

“Yeah, I think us moving into this house, and getting to do that, makes me feel better.” Ellie struggled to say but it was genuine and you knew she’d be back on her feet again in about another week.

You didn’t know what to say, Ellie’s smile forming on her face effortlessly put you in awe and it left you there once again, staring at her because sometimes that’s all you could do. She appreciated it either way.

A/N: I suck at comforting ppl irl and it rlly shows in these stories, and this took me long cuz I can’t bring myself to write smut correctly so i was a little insecure but whatevererrr

#the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #i love lesbians

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ievaxol · 3 years ago

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Forgive me but Zola/G'raha "Please stay I can't sleep" fluff pretty please <3

(nothing to be forgiven!!! I hope this is good!) "- and I think this might be beneficial to us in the long run, once I run it by Urianger and Y'shtola," G'raha says, shuffling his papers around. He's in Zolas rooms in the Baldesion Annex, presenting battle strategies for the days to come. While it felt awful to intrude upon the little time she had to herself they couldn't fail - he wouldn't allow it. All avenues must be explored, all angles considered. "Mm," Zola hums, head propped up on her fist as she seems to stare right through the table and G'raha realizes the last rays of sunlight had left the room long ago, leaving them with nothing but the flickering candles for light. "I - mine apologies!" G'raha stutters as he hurriedly gathers his things. "I'm sorry Zola - I didn't realise it got to be quite so late. I'll leave you to your rest as soon as I get all of this together." "Please stay," she murmurs and G'rahas heart just about stops. "Pardon?" Zola blinks tiredly at him and he is struck by how deep the circles under her eyes have become. It is rare to see the normally upbeat miqo'te so lethargic and his brow creases with worry. "I can't sleep," she smiles to ease the impact of the words but there's an edge of desperation there nonetheless. "I think I would sleep better if you - sorry, it's inappropriate of me.

"Not at all," G'raha breathes, slowly putting his things down. "It is a perfectly reasonable request, all things considered. These past days must have been hard on you." "Try weeks," Zola laughs but she sounds relieved when she stands up and stretches. "I find the loneliness a little... Hard." For a person so positive and joyful it must have been difficult indeed if she admits it out loud and G'raha curses at himself for not noticing. "Of course I'll stay, Zola, whatever you need - you have but to ask." "Thank you, G'raha," she lights up and after a short while - with G'raha respectfully turned around - she crawls into bed with a big yawn. G'raha pulls up a chair next to the bed and sits down, resolved to stay until she's fallen asleep. It doesn't take long for her breathing to grow heavier, eyes falling closed. G'raha is struck by how small she looks under the covers, this magnificent person carrying so much on their shoulders. "Could you," Zola starts to say, reaching out for him. "I'm sorry, G'raha - it's just." "Again, no need to apologise, my friend," G'raha murmurs, twining their fingers together. "Sleep will come when it comes, I plan on being here until then." "Thank you," she yawns again and he squeezes her hand gently. The contact seems to do it because it doesn't take long for her to drift off after that, body turned against him and hand so warm in his. G'raha can't resist the urge to lean in and press a small kiss to her temple. When they wake that morning - G'raha with a terrible krick in his back, Zola with her hair all over the place - their hands are still linked.

#wolgraha #wol x g'raha #g'raha tia #ffxiv #THANK YOU FOR TRUSTING ME WITH ZOLA #i hope i did her justice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#ask #askprompt #drabbles #mine writing

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afeb · 4 years ago

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Fred Weasley - Lover

“Why do I have to go this?” I asked again, wincing down at the small bottle of pink liquid in front of me.

“Because you owe us a favour for not ratting you out to Snape for cheating on your test last week.” George said. “And we need someone to test our Love Potion.”

“Now remember you’ll be obsessed with the next person you look at for twenty-four hours, so look at me.” Fred said.

I rolled my eyes. “It won’t kill me, will it?” I warily asked, bringing it to my nose and sniffing.

“Don’t worry, I was very careful.” George said. “Now bottoms up.”

I groaned and pinched my eyes closed, bringing to the rim of the bottle to my lips and quickly gulping the liquid. It tasted incredibly sweet, so much so it made my jaw twinge in pain. I pulled back and groaned, rubbing my jaw.

“You okay?” I heard Fred ask.

“Yeah I’m...” I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Fine.”

“Has it worked?” He asked.

“Yeah...” I whispered.

I’d never noticed how utterly handsome he was. His cheekbones were sculpted into his face, his nose strong, his jawline so sharp it could cut. His eyes were a deep blue, long hair sweeping in the most beautiful shade of red. He was tall, and built, presumably from all the Quidditch he played. Not only that but he was smart, and funny. Why hadn’t I noticed him before?

“Looks like you’ve got an admirer there.” George joked, pushing his brother lightly.

“You’re so good-looking.” I gasped, falling into Fred chest as I peered up at him. “And so funny and smart and kind.”

“Woah there.” Fred caught me, smiling down at me. “Easy Tiger.”

I giggled. “I never noticed you before, why?” I wondered aloud.

“No clue.” Fred replied.

“Come on, let’s get her to bed.” George said, gathering up my school books.

I practically hung off Fred’s arm on the way to the dormitory. “You smell so good.” I sighed, pressing my cheek against his shoulder.

“Jesus Georgie, how strong did you make this thing?” Fred asked.

George stifled a laugh. “I’ll dampen it a bit.”

I dreamily gazed up at Fred as he muttered the password to the Common Room, leading me inside. Everyone turned to look at us with an odd expression as Fred led me through the busy room. George broke off to go talk to some friends, whilst Fred took care of me.

Once inside my dorm, he sat me on the bed and stood before me. “I didn’t think it would work this well.”

I grabbed his hand. “Your hands are so big! God, you look so strong.” I complimented.

“What’s wrong with her?” Hermione asked, sitting up from her slouched position.

“Love Potion, George and I were testing it.” Fred chuckled down at me. “Tomorrow you won’t feel the same way.”

“But I love you!” I screeched, standing up and immediately wrapping my arms around him. “I could never fall out of love with you, Freddie!”

He laughed loudly and placed me back on the bed. “Keep an eye on her would you?” He said to Hermione who nodded along. “Night Y/N.”

“Night Freddie.” I sighed, smiling up at him brightly. I watched him leave before I collapsed onto the bed. “Hermione, I’m in love!”

She giggled a little. “It’s a Love Potion.”

I sat up quickly. “Is not! You know I had a huge crush on him before this.” I sighed.

I got ready for bed, babbling on about Fred and how wonderful he was. It was nearing midnight and all the girls were tucked away in bed, while my mind was still racing.

“Do you think he loves me back?” I asked out loud.

A chorus of groans filled the room. “Would you be quiet! You’ve been talking about him for hours.” Lavender said.

I sat up. “He’s so amazing though! Him and George have this great idea to open up a jokes shop and I really believe that he can make it and-“

“That’s it!” Hermione jumped out of bed, pulling the covers off my body. “We’re going to see Fred.”

I immediately jumped out. “You’re such a good friend, taking me to see the man I’m in love with!”

I wrapped my arm around my shoulder as Hermione quickly walked to the boys dorm. She banged loudly, for a long time.

“Fred Weasley, you get out here this instant!” She yelled.

Fred swung open the door with just pyjama bottoms on, rubbing his eyes and looking down at us. “It’s midnight, what the hell are you doing?”

Hermione stepped aside and Fred and I looked at one another. “Hi Freddie.” I dreamily sighed.

“She won’t shut up about you, so you’re going to deal with her for the night.” Hermione crossed her arms.

“She can’t sleep in here!” He defended.

“Not my problem.” Hermione grabbed my arm and pushed me into Fred’s chest, storming away.

“I guess we’re roomies for the night.” I winked.

“Oh god...” Fred sighed. “Stay here.”

I did as I was told and waited patiently for him to come back. He soon did, with a thick jumper and white trainers on, grabbing my hand.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I was tugged through the Common Room.

“The library,” he said. “There’s got to be something in there about breaking this damn spell.”

I followed after him, hand still clutched in mine. “I love you Fred, have I told you that? You’re just the best guy I’ve ever met and-“

Suddenly a hand came over my mouth and I was pushed against the wall, Fred craning his neck to peer behind the corner. Seconds later Feltch passed us, frowning before shrugging and going back in the direction he came.

Fred looked down at me. “Promise you’ll be quiet.” He whispered.

I nodded and Fred removed his hand. “I’d do anything for you, Fred.”

He rolled his eyes and tugged me behind him again. Once we successfully snuck into the library, Fred led us through the winding bookcases, picking up various books as we walked.

“Can I talk now?” I whispered.

“Quietly.” He whispered back, skimming over the pages.

“Do you love me back?” I asked, propping myself up on the side table next to Fred.

“Of course I do.” He mumbled, flicking to the next page.

“No, like are you in love with me.” I giggled.

He looked at me. “Y/N, you aren’t in love with me.” He said.

I frowned and pouted my lips. “Yes I am!” I squeaked.

“Shh!” He hissed.

I blushed. “I am in love with you, I was before this stupid potion.”

He stopped reading and snapped his eyes to me. “What?”

I snorted. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know, I have a huge crush on you!”

“You do?” I nodded. “Why?”

“Because you’re smart and funny, and handsome, and you smell amazing and you’re so strong and-“

“Forget I asked.” He said, turning back to the book.

I looked down at my hands. “You’d never go for a girl like me.” I muttered.

“Why would you say that?” He asked, grabbing another book and quickly reading.

I sighed heavily. “Because I’m awkward and you’re so cool. I’m not nearly as smart as you, I feel like you get bored when I speak to you. I’m not very pretty, not compared to some of the girls in your year.”

Fred had stopped reading by now and was intently watching me as I made my points. “Don’t say those things about yourself.” He murmured.

I shrugged. “It’s true though. I’m frumpy and my hair is always a mess, I try and do make up but somehow makes me look worse. I’m not terribly skinny and god I eat my feelings.”

“Hey,” he moved to stand in front of me and cupped my cheeks. “You’re the funniest, smartest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I beamed up at him. “Really?”

“Really.” He smiled. “How an earth could you think I’d never date you?”

“I never thought you saw me in that way.” I confessed.

“I never saw you in any other way, I thought it was you who wouldn’t be interested in me.” He chuckled lowly.

I sighed. “Oh Freddie...”

His eyes flicked down to my lips for a moment, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His hands still cupping my cheeks, he slowly moved forward. He pressed a kiss delicately against mine, pressing a little harder as a small whimper escaped my lips.

He pulled back. “Better?”

“Marry me.”

He laughed loudly, clamping a hand over his mouth once he realised we were meant to be hidden. “One day.” He winked. “I can’t find anything to break this spell...”

“I don’t want it broken.” I said.

He rolled his eyes and helped me off the desk. “Come on, Lover.”

Fred and I spent most of the night talking in the Common Room, learning new and wonderful things about each other that only made me fall harder for him. I spent the rest of the morning gushing to the girls about my night with Fred, all of them rolling their eyes and trying to get on with school work.

I sat next to Fred in the Great Hall, arm looped through his as I rest my head against his shoulder and listened to him talk to the other boys about the upcoming Quidditch match.

Wait...what was I doing? I slowly moved my arm from his and sat up, Fred curiously looking down at me.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Uh oh, I think it’s wearing off.” George said from across the table.

I looked at Fred. “Oh god...” I blushed as I remember everything I said last night.

“Hey there Lover.” He smirked, right eye dropping in a wink.

“Oh god!” I screeched as I scrambled off the bench and immediately started running away, ignoring the howls of laughter as I scurried off into my own personal hell.

Safe to say the Love Potion worked.

#fred #weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley angst #fred weasley smut #james #phelps #james phelps fluff #james phelps angst #james phelps smut #james phelps #harry potter #draco #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #malfoy

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heythere-mel · 3 years ago

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Sleepless

Frankie Morales x f!reader

Summary: Your niece comes over to spend the night, as your thoughts of you and Frankie being parents come to the surface.

W/C: 1.3K+

Warnings: none really. This is fluff af, with just a quick euphemism to spice. Tío Frankie being adorable comes with his own warning.

A/N: hey y’all, I’m back on my soft Frankie bullshit (did I ever really leave tho?) with another quick oneshot purely based on my niece staying over with me and her bed hogging ways. Thanks once again to @icanbeyourjedi for literally going back and forth with me over all the soft Frankie thoughts, especially this one that hit me at 6AM today. Also sorry if this is formatted terribly again, literally done on my phone, hahaha. Please enjoy 🥰

The last Saturdays of the month were always reserved for you and your niece to have sleepovers. She loved going over to your place because you were quote “the fun tía” always allowing her to stay up a little later than normal, building forts in the living room, and eating all the sugary treats she couldn’t have much of back home. This didn’t change either after you and Frankie decided to move in together. He practically was a big kid at heart so he didn’t mind getting a chance to partake in the little things such as these. Plus, seeing the bond he was creating with her made you think of the future with him, and maybe even doing all of this with your own kids some day...

Frantic rings from your doorbell signaled the child’s arrival. Opening the door to greet her, “Hi ti-“ she looked passed you with eyes wide and mouth agape as she nearly trampled you when she caught sight of the massive blanket fort that had taken up the entire living room. Frankie had been up super early saying he wanted to surprise her, grabbing every spare sheet and pillow he could possibly find in your little home. From under it all, you see that familiar hat and scruffy face finally pop out of the ‘doorway.’

“Hi small fry!”

“Tío Frankie!” As she ran to him, engulfing him in a big hug.

Did she just call him tío? Had she called him that before? Frankie had been in your life for the better part of a couple years now so you didn’t feel it necessary to correct her. Your heart nearly bursts right there.

“Did you build this?!” her little mind obviously blown at the construction of it all.

“Sure did! Do you like it?”

“It’s only the coolest thing EVER!”

Frankie’s chest swelled with pride as he took her little hand into his, leading her inside to give the grand tour.

The night went off without a hitch. You had ordered her favorite pizza, had all the ice cream with extra toppings, (Frankie couldn’t decide what to get so grabbed all the candy toppings possible because she “had to have options.”) and you were now settling in to watch her favorite movie, The Princess and the Frog, snuggled with her and about 10 of her favorite plushies in tow, the Baby Yoda plush being her new favorite.

Getting later into the night you and Frankie were trying to see how the both of you would fit into this fort to sleep alongside her, most of the room being taken up by the oversized stuffed animals.

“Tía, you and Tío Frankie don’t have to stay here with me. I am a big girl now!”

“Oh, uhhh, are you sure about that bub? We can find a way to make room.”

“Yeah! I’m 6 now! Duh!” as she stifled out a yawn.

Always the independent one. “Okay then. We’ll be right in the next room if you do decide you need us, okay?”

“Okay.” She softly murmured quietly starting to slip into sleep.

After one final check to see if she was tucked in alright and making sure to have her little night light plugged in, you start heading to your bedroom when you turn back to see Frankie bending down to give her a soft little kiss on the forehead and a whispered, “goodnight small fry.” Your heart couldn’t have been any more full at the moment.

Everything had gone smoothly, until about midnight when you felt something, or more someone tugging at your oversized tshirt. You slowly open your eyes only to bolt out of your sleep when you are met with the silhouette of your niece staring directly at you. Frankie springing up at the same time to see what was going on, instinctively starting to shield you with his body at the “threat.”

“Holy shit! I mean, shoot! You scared me bub!”

She said she couldn’t sleep and if it was alright to get into bed with the two of you. Obliging, you make room in the middle for her, making sure she was tucked in again as it took no time at all before small snores once again begin to emanate the room.

Slap! A small arm hit you directly in the face as you turn to try and move the child back over. Frankie wasn’t fairing any better as he had a small foot in his lower back. Each of you had both been relinquished to the edges of the bed clinging for dear life.

“Whose idea was it again to let her up here?” you groaned.

“She’s sleeping diagonally. How is that even comfortable?!” Frankie stated, now completely sliding out of the bed and staring down at the small girl who now overtook his half of the mattress.

“Here, let me scoot her over a bit. Maybe I can make room for the both of us.”

After a little adjusting, and even a failed attempt at trying to swaddle her to prevent future flailing limbs, you were left with a small space to share as the two of you lie on your sides facing each other, exhaustion starting to kick in.

Your leg was propped up on Frankie’s hip, trying anything to get into a comfortable position when you let out a defeated huff.

“Babe just, here let me.” Frankie taps your thigh signaling you to sit up as best you could with the child so close, as he maneuvered his way on to his back. “Okay you can lay down now.” as he pats his chest, beckoning you to him.

“Frankie, I’m not gonna put my full weight on you, you won’t be comfortable.”

“It’s not like we haven’t been in this position before.” cocking his eyebrow up with a playful smirk.

You huff out a short laugh as a playful “Francisco!” leaves your lips.

“Ven cariño.” as he gently pulls you to his chest.

You situate yourself wrapping your arms around his soft middle, your head falling into the crook of his neck, while his strong arms and broad shoulders encase you as you both let out a relaxed sigh at the closeness.

“This is nice.” you whisper.

“Told you.”

You bring your left hand up to play with some of the curls at the nape of his neck, him running his warm hand up and down your spine.

“Plus, I see this as great practice for when we have kids.”

You slowed the motion of your hand through his hair and slowly leaned up to face him.

“Y-you want to have children with me Frankie?”

The two of you hadn’t really had the “children” discussion yet. Having just moved in together you were taking things slowly. But knowing he was obviously having thoughts about it as well and how he had been so good with your niece, it further cemented the idea in your mind.

“Well, yeah of course.” as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I mean, when the time is right and all, you know? If you’d want that.” he quickly added.

You gently lean down to capture his lips in a chaste kiss, pouring all the tender love and emotion you were feeling in that moment into it.

“I think I’d like that.” trying hard to contain your growing smile.

“Plus, I know we’d have the cutest kids ever!” he blurted out.

You buried your head into his chest with a muffled laugh, then looking back up in total agreeance.

“Oh, THE cutest!”

Your hushed laughter calmed as you go back to simply embracing each other, allowing the woes of slumber to catch up to you, finally being lulled to sleep by Frankie’s heartbeat falling into rhythm with yours and a tiny hand reaching out to touch your entwined arms, also wanting to be just as close.

#frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales oneshot #frankie morales fluff #we stay soft for one (1) frankie morales #francisco 'catfish' morales #frankie morales #pedro pascal #mel writes!

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