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The Birds and the Bees

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Chapter List

1.Alexithymia- The Inability to Express your Feelings Parts 1 and 2

2.The Woes of Adolescence/ What the heck Happened that Summer Parts 1 and 2

3.Caught in a Summer Storm/ What the heck Happened that Christmas.

4.Summer Bluffs? Part 1

5.Disco, Strippers, and Margaritassss Part 2

6.Sleepless in a Hotel Suite Part 3

7.Shades of Pink

8.The Things I’ve Dreamed Part 1

9.Renewal Part 2

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And we've finally made it to part 2 of Chapter 2... Good grief I was hit with the most random wave of productivity. I'm making this post at 2 AM after writing for four hours. Sorry if there's any typos, this was honestly a product of me seeking comfort for my own inner turmoil and the result was FLUFFFF. So let me know what you think in the notes pleaseee, I beg. 👀

TW: Panic attacks, Kissing, and fluffffff. That's really it guys, enjoy!

The Woes of Adolescence/ What the Heck Happened That Summer Part 2

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“Yet the summer which was to change everything was coming nearer every day. When boys and girls are growing up, life can’t stand still, not even in the quietest of country towns; and they have to grow up, whether they will or no. That is what their elders are always forgetting.”- Willa Cather

Shay’s POV

The hours ticked by as Shay and Cash rummaged through boxes full of forgotten memories and unpacked feelings. Any lingering awkwardness from Cash’s prompt proposal for Shay to move in with him was long forgotten by the time Cash slipped away to get them takeout from the Trails End Bar in town. That intimate moment of fellow feeling they had shared had done a great job at prolonging the inevitable conversation they were bound to have for the time being. They spent the rest of their cleaning sipping on glasses of red wine and reminiscing about the happy carefree days of their youth. A prospect that usually had Shay in tears of hopeless yearning was currently filled with bashful giggles, rosy cheeks, longing glances, and fluttering butterflies. Shay supposed drinking wine with Cashton Ewing was a bad idea from the get-go, she was sure the consequences of such an act would be coming back to bite her in the ass soon enough. But she couldn’t help but want to enjoy a face paced blunder with her long-time crush while she could.

“I remember this sundress; you wore it on the last day of eighth grade” Cash mused pulling Shay’s old white sundress with sunflowers stitched on the bodice from one of the boxes with a soft smile on his face. Shay eyed the dress wearily; she remembered that unguarded garment and the scarring memory attached to it very well.

“Yeah, I did…” Shay mumbled before focusing her gaze back on the TV, she’d plugged in 13 Going on 30 not too long ago. The scene of Jenna’s less than stellar thirteenth birthday party was quickly unfolding on the screen. Shay couldn’t help but think about the last day of eighth grade, the day she’d tried her best to forget. Part of the reason she latched onto 13 Going on 30 was because she saw both herself and Cash reflected in Matt and Jenna. Shay felt like the movie was the closest she’d ever get to living out a romantic fantasy with Cash. Sometimes she’d forget she was watching a movie because there was a degree of mirrored likeness between her life and the world painted on the screen, from Jenna and Matt being best friends and neighbors, to Matt taking pictures like Cash, right down to Shay’s vexatious run ins with her own personal mean girl, Opal May Stevens. Shay had her fair share of mean girls throughout their childhood, that could only be expected when you were best friends with the prettiest boy in school. None of them were ever quite as mean as Opal May Stevens however, who had seemed to make it her mission to make Shay’s life a living nightmare about a month or two into that school year. Cash never seemed to notice of course and why would he really, Shay had all but figured out he had a thing for Opal May when she turned up at the movie theater that Valentines Day, she locked herself in a bathroom stall to cry. It wasn’t the first time Shay cried over Cash and Opal May nor would it be the last or even the worst. The worst breakdown she had in relation to her first crush and her childhood bully was reserved for the last day of eighth grade….

“You do always look great in a sundress you know that, Cherry Blossom. What happened that day anyway?” Cash’s voice lulled through the air, pulling Shay out of her dark inner ruminations quite suddenly. Shay’s green eyes strayed from the screen for a split second to see Cash’s ocean orbs gazing at her intensely.

“What?” Shay asked, her brows knitted together in confusion as she tried to recall what it was, they’d even been talking about. She’d gotten lost with the dull echoes of taunting children’s laughter reeling in the gloomy memory bank of her mind and the tiresome chanting of Opal May’s odious voice ringing in her ears. Shay felt Cash’s finger gingerly brush against her forearm, and she finally let her green eyes meet his blue ones. They gazed at her in a way that made her feel like he was trying to ground her and anchor her to him all at once. She always wondered how he could tell when she was being swept away in the murky currents of the more melodramatic waves of her angst filled musings.

“…The last day of school that year, I asked you to meet me out on the school lawn, near the gardens after school, remember? I waited for you, but you didn’t show and by the time I made it to your window it was locked, and you were hysterical…” Cash trailed, his thumb was now drawing soothing circles down the length of her arm so tenderly Shay thought her heart might burst. Shay found herself leaning towards Cash the way a moth is drawn to the light and warmth of a candle despite the way her brain was telling her it wouldn’t be a good idea. Her usual thoughts of caution were being overpowered by the shrill, odious singsong of Opal taunting “TWIRL” repeatedly.

People always talk about the prominent events in your life that change you for the better or for the worse. The ones that stick with you long after they’ve happened and even longer than you’d like them to. They’re pesky shadows that cling to your every move, tethered with you from the green cusp of adolescence to the weathered qualms of adulthood. Silently lurking, endlessly twisting, constantly weaving their influence over your unconscious thoughts and actions day in and day out.

Well, Shay’s earthshattering, life altering moment occurred on the last day of eighth grade and prompted her very first mental spiral. One that was bad enough for her mother to send her away for the summer and stick her in a therapy center in California. Of course, it was a long time coming at that point with her parent’s contentious divorce, Opal May mockingly reciting her end of the year English assignment to a group of her peers was just the final nail in the coffin that year. It only hurt all the more that the muse of that assignment was sitting right next to her now. Shay couldn’t help but assume Cash had something to do with Opal’s cruel joke to some degree…

“I didn’t show because Pete told me you wanted me to meet you by the science hall instead, remember? And I’m sure you know what happened and what Opal did, you had your fun joke let’s not rehash it.” Shay said dismissively, letting out a long sigh she busied herself rummaging through a box once more to take her mind off the memory fighting tooth and nail to free itself from the murky bank. Cash let out a sigh of his own, his fingers found their way to her thigh and resumed drawing soothing circles, but this time Shay found it more tantalizing than anything.

“Pete told you that… I never told him to tell you that Shay, I swear.” Cash’s voice was soft, but Shay could hear the overarching note of sincerity in his deep vibrato. Shay didn’t respond as her hand clutched a hard, glossy, and slightly weathered book and pulled it out of the box with a ghost of a smile on her lips. Her thumb glided down the picturesque lighthouse on the book’s cover, situated in front of a purple, pink, orange sunset.

“What’s it really matter now anyway Cashton? We can’t change the past and I don’t fancy dwelling on it all that much either.” Shay said again dismissively, her eyes were still trained on the book in her hands intently, Cash had given it to her as a gift one year. A photo guide of the most beautiful lighthouses the world had to offer because Shay loved them so much at the time. She still did, while she was living in New York she often wished the Statue of Liberty was a lighthouse instead. Shay felt Cash place a finger under her chin, gently urging her to meet his gaze and she did. Shay met his gaze with sad green eyes and a surprisingly heavy heart, despite the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach at the intimate action. She wished he would stop doing this stuff, touching her this way especially when it was clear it meant more to her than it did to him. Especially when it was clear it would always mean more to her than it did to him.

“It matters because you were a wreck that entire week Cherry Blossom, seeing you like that hurt you know. You were my best friend, you were so sad, you looked so broken, and for the first time ever I couldn’t fix it. Then you just went away for a whole summer, didn’t call, barely answered my letters, you shut me out and came back a different person Shay, that was scary” Cash admitted in a heartfelt tone, his thumb gently caressed her chin and his blue orbs bore into hers with an unreadable sort of intensity that Shay couldn’t place.

“Please don’t act like you don’t know what happened Cashton, you and Opal May spent the entire summer together while I was gone, and I know she couldn’t resist telling you about it. You didn’t miss me that much and it’s fine, really, I don’t care about things that happened when we were fourteen anymore, alright. I forgive you, let’s move on.” Shay lied, forcing a smile on her face, so she didn’t look as bitter as she felt inside. Cash’s expression hardened a bit, but his eyes looked as intense as ever before.

“Well, if you don’t care Shaylee Rose why is it you can’t tell me what happened or what happened to you that summer huh? I don’t appreciate you accusing me of doing something to intentionally hurt you, I’d never do that so would you please explain what it is you’re passive aggressively forgiving me for. Please… what did Opal do, did she hurt you?” Cash coaxed softly, Shay let out a sigh but made no effort to turn her face out of his grasp or move her body away from his tethering pull. She knew it was the wine talking for the both of them right about now, loosening their inhibitions enough to let his touches linger and to let her heart hope his touches meant more than they did.

“We need to talk about this Shaylee, I think we’d both feel better if we did…” Cash said in a gentle but serious tone, holding her gaze as his thumb trailed from her chin to her cheek. Shay let out an almost defeated sounding sigh, she knew he was right, she would feel better if she could find it in her to utter a word. She didn’t think she could, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to.

“Cashton Micheal, I don’t think I can talk about it, so can we please just keep going through this stuff… please” Shay pleaded feebly. Her panic at his prying was evident with every shaky syllable she uttered with tears brimming in her eyes, threatening to spill over any moment. Shay inhaled sharply and tried her best to blink the tears away, but a single tear broke free, rolling down the length of her flushed cheek seemingly in slow motion. Cash’s expression softened at the sight of the lone, melancholy drop of water almost immediately.

“Alright…shhh, we don’t have to talk about it. Don’t cry it’s okay.” Cash said in a low whisper. He wiped the lone drop away with the pad of his thumb tenderly before placing a kiss where it had just been. Shay fluttered her eyes closed and let out a content sigh at the feel of his lips against her wine flushed cheek. It surprised her how delicate his lips seemed to feel in contrast to his now giant muscled appearance. The gentleness reminded her so much of the Cash Ewing she knew before things changed so dramatically between them that fateful summer. Shay opened her eyes as she felt Cash start to gently toy with the ends of her hair.

“Maybe we should call it a day for now Cherry Blossom? It’s not like your mom is going to be back anytime soon. Why don’t we head out to the beach for a bit” Cash said in a soft tone, Shay felt a pang of guilt in her chest at the obvious sadness swirling in his blue eyes. Though his fingers were still toying with the ends of her blonde hair tenderly, Shay could feel him retreating from her on an emotional level and she couldn’t help but hate herself for it. That wasn’t her intention, she craved his vulnerability more than anything but only because her vulnerability was so difficult to articulate, so hard for her to put into words. She wished it wasn’t.

“Sure, I could go for a swim right about now. Let me just put some of this away first, remember this Cashy?” Shay asked, holding up the book with a trace of a genuine smile on her lips in an attempt to snuff the rising tension in the air. Cash’s blue eyes trailed over the lighthouse on the book’s cover with an almost melancholy expression on his face. Shay wasn’t sure what came over her but before she knew it her fingers were intertwined with Cash’s once more. Much in the same way he had grabbed her hand down in the kitchen though that somehow felt like a lifetime ago with everything that had played out between the two of them since they wandered upstairs. The wine was indeed a bad idea but at least they were holding hands again, Shay knew it wasn’t much but at least it was something. Cash’s expression softened as his eyes glanced down at their laced fingers before meeting Shay’s gaze with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Of course I do Cherry Blossom, I gave you that book for your tenth birthday. You were obsessed with lighthouses back then but judging by the dust on the cover I’d say that’s been up here since you got back that summer, huh” Cash said in a tone that he clearly wanted to sound nonchalant, but Shay could tell by the way his tongue glided over his inviting lower lip, it bothered him. A soft sigh escaped Shay’s lips and she found herself tightening her grip on his large hand quite suddenly. Partly to comfort him and partly to keep him from slipping away from her again.

“It wasn’t like that Cashy, I promise. I love this book, that empty book stand on my shelf was always meant for it, but my mom couldn’t remember where she put it when we started redecorating.” Shay said sincerely, it was true after all. Her mom had misplaced it shortly after they started painting over the pink clouds on her ceiling that September and Shay hadn’t seen It since then but, she looked for it every month for a year. “I have no idea how it ended up in the attic though. I swore I put it in my closet that day we started moving things, but you know my mom. Too nosy for her own good.” Shay tacked on jokingly, Cash chuckled softly with a sheepish grin still plastered on his face, but Shay could tell his blue eyes were searching her green eyes for something.

“So, you never looked inside of it then…” Cash trailed in a way that made Shay think he knew something she didn’t. His eyes quickly darted between hers and the lighthouse situated in front of that picturesque sunset several times before settling back on her face with an obvious blush on his cheeks.

“No, why, did you put something top secret inside of it? Am I going to find the map to DeDe Green’s missing gnome collection in here or something” Shay said in a teasing tone, Cash rolled his eyes, and another sheepish chuckle escaped his lips. Shay looked over at him curiously. She wasn’t sure what to make of his sheepishness, but she could only assume the two empty bottles of white wine they’d shared was the driving force behind the emotional roller coaster they’d taken the other on in the past few hours.

“Pete and I never touched those creepy gnomes Shaylee, I assure you. I don’t know why everyone always assumes we’re behind most of Plymouth’s long-standing mysteries, if anything you and I would be the more likely culprits. We were quite impish if you recall” Cash said with amused blue eyes, now it was Shay’s turn to roll her eyes though she now found herself eyeing Cash up in a sort of bashful curiosity.

“Well, if it’s not a map, what’d you put in here Cashton Micheal?” Shay asked, eyeing him up in lighthearted suspicion through her thick lashes. Cash bit down on his lip sheepishly, drawing small circles on the back of her hand so delicately it had Shay’s stomach swirling with bashful butterflies.

“Just a love letter or two… or fifty. Didn’t you notice it was thicker than usual” Cash said nonchalantly, Shay rolled her eyes at him once more, but they were still very much amused as they gazed into his deeply.

“Fine don’t tell me, I’ll just have to look for myself then huh” Shay said pointedly arching her eyebrow at him. Cash chuckled again; his cheeks were still adorably rosy under the golden hues of afternoon summer sun streaming in through the attic’s window. Shay stared at him for a long while, just admiring how pretty he looked wrapped in golden beams of light and felt her cheeks heat up for about the millionth time today. Still, she was happy most of the intense, mildly bitter tension that hung between them had dissipated even if it wouldn’t last long.

“Why don’t you believe me when I say these things Cherry Blossom, have I ever lied to you?” Cash asked in a teasing tone of his own, but his eyes were surprisingly sincere and undoubtedly vulnerable as they stared back at her intently.

“Probably because you’re Cashton Ewing, one half of Plymouth’s dynamic joking duo” Shay said pointedly, Cash let out a long sigh and resumed toying with the ends of her blonde hair. His thumb continued drawing circles on the back of the small hand that was still intertwined with his larger one. Shay inhaled sharply, having the sudden feeling Cash was going to kiss her though she wasn’t quite sure why. He hadn’t even inched closer to her, there was just a sudden shift in the air and a look in his eyes she couldn’t quite explain.

“You know, Pete and I only became close because I thought you read those letters I stuck in that book while you were away. So, I thought you just didn’t want me around you that much anymore” Cash admitted, his eyes were incredibly sincere, and his expression was quite serious with the afternoon gold dancing on his face. Shay looked at him in suspicious disbelief, searching his eyes for a tell or a ‘got ya’ of some kind but she couldn’t find one nestled in his orbs of ocean blue. Instead, they silently flicked to the thick book sat atop her lap, urging her to open it and find out the truth for herself. Shay wasn’t sure what to think, let alone do with herself if there was really a long-lost declaration of love nestled within the pages of the book he’d given her for her tenth birthday. She found herself replaying parts of the heart-to-heart mother daughter conversation she had shared with Maggie Harris before Cash came clambering through her bay window.

“…take going through your old things as an opportunity to look at stuff with a pair of fresh eyes, maybe there was something you missed the first time around, maybe you might even find yourself up there…hmm. Fourteen is a rough year for everybody, things that seemed easy to say suddenly aren’t…”

Shay swore she felt her stomach do a dozen flips as her green eyes settled on the picturesque lighthouse floating upon purple, orange pink hues and wispy clouds for a long moment. They flicked back to Cash momentarily, spotting the obvious sheepish grin still sat on his face as he gazed at her, and her heart knew he was telling the truth. Still, Shay found herself more conflicted than ever before, all the answers she yearned for from him her whole life were most definitely sat on her lap at this very moment. And yet part of her didn’t want it to be true because that would mean having no choice but to dredge up memories of that lonely summer. It wasn’t like she didn’t think Cash deserved to know, he did but part of her knew he deserved better than her. Shay didn’t want to admit everything wrong with them now, was her fault. She’d felt the pang of guilt in her chest more times than she could deny or play off in the last few days, and most especially in the last few hours. That deep seeded truth that she had quite possibly hurt him way more than he ever hurt her was too much to bear, too much to acknowledge. So, she bottled it all up and shielded herself behind plausible deniability. Habitual late-night mantras to try and convince herself that what she felt for and from him, wasn’t real. That the blushes, butterflies, and giddy hormones were never and could never be reciprocated because guarded, lonesome pining felt safer than unbridled love and passion. But now that Shay knew it was a tangible possibility, she found herself wanting it and him more than ever.

“Here” Cash all but crooned, lowering the hand that had just been toying with the ends of blonde hair he grasped her free hand and guided it to flip the book open. Shay felt a plethora of aroused giddy goosebumps prick her skin at the tenderly adorable action and found herself resisting the urge to crash her lips onto his more than ever before. The book now sat open on her lap and her green eyes instantly recognized photographs of smaller versions of Cash and her cuddled up under bright summer rays and blue skies. She remembered that day in Cape Cod quite clearly, they’d been looking for seashells in heaps of tan grainy sand the first summer after Huck Ewing left. Cash was notably happier that summer, Shay couldn’t help but smile at the memory despite how hard her heart was pounding at present moment.

“I remember that summer” Shay said in a soft breathless sounding tone, finally finding it in her to move and speak. She flipped through the pile of photos with a small smile on her lips, recalling every memory with a wistful feeling in her chest. One lone photo caught her eye, an old polaroid of Cash cuddled up in her bed asleep with the stuffed horse he’d won at the state fair for her the summer before eighth grade. Shay gingerly picked up the photo and closely inspected it with knitted brows. She couldn’t recall a time where she’d ever gotten out of bed before he did, even back then, she wasn’t an early bird like he was. She could tell by the soft glow spilling in through her smaller bedroom window, the picture was taken in the early hours of the morning.

“I don’t remember this one, when was this taken Cashy? We both know I’m never the first one out of bed” Shay said curiously, gingerly picking the picture out of the book and holding it up for him to see. Shay watched as Cash eyed the picture and swore, she saw another dusty pink blush sweep across his cheeks. Cash met her gaze with that emotion she could never quite place swirling in his eyes though her heart now told her what it could be, she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. At least not until three words rolled off his tongue and hit her ears like a warm lullaby, but part of her still felt like she’d never hear them. The nagging thought that his advances were purely sexual and nothing more had been nestled in the back of her mind since they had lunch with Pete and Daisy. Along with the even worse realization that she’d definitely allow it to happen just to finally have him, even if it was just once, even if it was just for a night and even if it didn’t mean the same thing to him as it would her. She’d handle the anguish of that earthshattering truth the morning after because she had to. Because, if his lips even brushed against hers, she knew, she wouldn’t be able to stop…

“That summer you went away I still slept in your room sometimes…all the time really. Your mom didn’t mind; I missed you and you weren’t answering the letters I mustered up the courage to send. I thought about flying out to California everyday just to see you, you know, but you said you needed space, and I didn’t want to intrude on your summer fun.” Cash admitted wholeheartedly, without even a hint of hesitation for Shay to fall back on. Shay took a deep breath, finding it in her somewhere, she turned to face him completely and with the action Cash’s thumb increased the pace of the circles he’d been drawing on the back of her hand. He was trying to sooth her in a way that made Shay feel they were on the same wavelength for the first time since they were thirteen. Shay found herself fighting the almost primal urge to capture him in a kiss once more because their eyes locked with such an intense familiarity it had her feeling breathless. As the first string of pure vulnerability rolled off her tongue with more ease than she thought she was capable of, since that morning they shared brunch. Even then she only scratched the surface, now she supposed she could say more without even going into the deepest crevasses that negatively shaped her woeful adolescence.

“I lied Cash, I didn’t want space, I wanted to be with you, and I wanted to write back but I didn’t know what to say. I was so confused about everything that summer, that whole year really. I just… didn’t know what to do, it definitely wasn’t fun, I was miserable without you, but I didn’t think you’d miss me that much because you had Opal.” Shay said, her voice was soft and trembling with every word, but her tone was perhaps the most honest it had been in years. She knew the confession wasn’t much in comparison to the things she held the closest to her chest, but she did see something within the blue orbs in front of her change. A look resembling realization but of what she did not know. She didn’t really have time to think much about it either because before she could register the fact that Cash’s face was inching closer to hers. Their lips brushed, in a way so unbelievably fleeting, yet so incredibly tantalizing, Shay thought she must have imagined it. In one of her daylight musings about amorous trysts with the boy next door, the only man who ever truly had her heart.

Shay gasped, gazing up at Cashton Ewing flushed and utterly dumbfounded when she realized he was so close to her, his handsome face was out of focus. All she could make out was a mess of blurry blue and the feel of his warm breath waltzing over her plump lips when the thought finally dawned on her that she hadn’t imagined it. Cash had in fact kissed her for the briefest of moments and with that realization, what was left of her faux resolve shattered. Shay didn’t give it much thought before she launched herself into Cash’s arms and crashed her lips onto to his, latching onto him like he was the only life preserver out in a sea of deep blue. Almost as if he was the only thing keeping her from being swept up in a tidal wave, the only thing keeping her from floating away, in a way he was.

Cash let out an audible groan that sent shockwaves of both arousal and pleasure radiating to Shay’s warm core. She felt dizzy as his strong arms snaked round the small of her back, carefully trying to pull her small frame even closer to his than she already was. Shay let out a breathless groan of her own as she tangled her small fingers in his soft grey tendrils the way she’d been dreaming of since they were teenagers. The kiss deepened in a way that teetered on a gentle, demanding sort of synchronized hunger that made everything around them seem to fade away. It was perhaps the most in sync, the most in the moment, Shay had felt with Cashton Ewing since that Valentine’s Day they laid on a frozen pond, staring up at the stars and feather like snowflakes. Shay had thought nothing could top the way she felt that night, lying next to him on a sheet of ice while he stared at her like she was the center of his whole world, but this moment took it all. It almost made the twelve years of silent pining and sleepless nights worth tiresome treading up a slippery slope, worth it. At least before reality set in and Shay found it in herself to let them both up for some much-needed air. They sat there in silence for what felt like forever. Eyes closed, panting, unmoving, and still clinging to each other in a sea of blue seemingly trying to process what had just happened. Shay immediately found herself wishing she hadn’t dared to come up from something as silly as oxygen because the act of doing so, brought her back to earth.

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Cash’s POV

Cash wasn’t quite sure what he had done to get to this moment. With Shay, the love of his life wrapped up in his arms. Kissing him the way he had only ever dreamt of for the past twelve years, part of him still couldn’t believe it was real. Not even when she pulled away to catch her breath, Cash found himself just staring at her. Taking in the way her perfect chest rose and fell while she sat straddling his lap, eyes closed, and cheeks tinted the most adorable shade of pink. It was moments like these Cash wished he had his camera; he’d take pictures of Shay all day if she’d let him the way she used to when they were free spirited kids running along sandy shores. Cash could never quite pinpoint why those days felt so far away. Perhaps it was the weight of getting older. The inability to block out the anxious internal ramblings that plague the dreaded period of one’s coming of age only seems to get harder as the years tick by. It’s only when you muster the courage to no longer let those anxious Broadway shows in your head no longer rule your life. Sometimes, it’s easier said than done but for reasons Cash couldn’t understand everything about that kiss felt easy, freeing even. The last time he’d felt this uninhibited was that summer before eighth grade, the last true summer he had Shay had spent together. Sometimes that summer felt like a lifetime ago, but this one kiss somehow made it feel closer than ever before, he could almost see it now. With the late evening sun streaming through the attic window, cascading over Shay’s sun kissed skin and short, bouncy blonde hair. It always seemed to frame her heart shaped face to some sort of ethereal perfection.

“How are you even real…” Cash breathed out just above a whisper, more so to himself than anything. His tone was soft but somehow still managed to make Shay jump in surprise where she still sat on his lap as his vibrato cut through the silence they’d fallen into. Cash held back an amused chuckle watching her pretty green eyes fly open to meet his smiling gaze. His smile faltered slightly as he quickly assessed that her green orbs were flooded with a stream of fear. He couldn’t remember the last time Shay had looked at him with anything other than what he could only describe as a cute sort of annoyed look on her face. Sometimes she put in the effort to hide it behind a tight smile that never quite reached her pretty eyes. Cash had grown to appreciate the effort because it meant maybe she thought about him half as much as he thought about her.

“Didn’t mean to frighten you, Cherry Blossom” Cash cooed, reassuringly tone running his hands down the small of her back in soothing motions with a bashful, yet comforting grin on his face. Shay wordlessly stared back at him for quite some time, her face and eyes were unusually expressive for the first time since they were hormonal teenagers.

“…I’m so sorry…” Shay finally croaked with tears brimming her eyes, her small arms wrapped around her torso in a clear effort to comfort herself. Cash couldn’t help the way felt his heart drop to his stomach at how frail her voice sounded as it floated out of her now quivering lips. This wasn’t the reaction he was hoping to get after an earth-shattering kiss like that, but it certainly put things in perspective for him. Shay’s inability to recount what really happened that day she refused to open her window or why she went away for a whole summer was one born out of anxiety and fear. Fear of judgment, the fear of Cash’s judgment to be exact. Cash watched Shay’s chest heave rapidly up and then down with soft blue eyes, a mix of sweat and tears fell from her rapidly moving eyes. They scanned the room, refusing to meet the blue eyes sat before them, searching for an exit the same way they had that last Thanksgiving they’d seen each other …

“You don’t have to be sorry, Cherry Blossom. I’m not…that was perfect” Cash said in a soft but careful tone, reaching up to wipe away tears rolling down her cheeks tenderly. He knew what he had to do now. It was something he should’ve at least done that Thanksgiving everything went wrong. Looking back at it now Cash could see that was the day Shay had tried to open the window for him again. He tried to convince himself she was just “asking for a friend” but he knew she wasn’t. Cash would be lying if he said his guilt for that wasn’t what spurred him to beat Tyler half to death in a hotel lobby that snowy day Shay called him in tears. A night Cash was most certain Shay didn’t remember but that was a conversation for another day, for now he’d comfort her in all the ways he wished he could over the last twelve years…

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve ruined everything… I’m so stupid!” Shay said between gasps and soft sobs. Cash shushed her, tightening his gentle hold on her now trembling body as she attempted to squirm off his lap. Cash knew what this had seen her like this only twice before. She was pulling away from him again both physically and emotionally the same way she had back then, and he wouldn’t let her do it. He couldn’t let her do it at least not now that he saw a possibility of this ending the way he’d only ever dreamt of… He just had to get her out of her head long enough to see that he’d loved her and always had.

“You didn’t ruin anything, Cherry Blossom, you’re not stupid. I’m going to take you downstairs it’s okay” Cash said calmly, still wiping away hot tears from her flushed cheeks with determination in his comforting blue eyes. Shay didn’t respond, her eyes seemed to still be looking for a flight-based exit strategy part of Cash wasn’t even sure if she heard him over her hyperventilating. Still, he guided her small trembling arms to grab hold of his neck.

“Hold on to me Cherry Blossom. You’re going to be okay; I’ve got you” Cash cooed in her ear reassuringly, moving his hands to grip the back of her thighs. He slowly rose to his feet taking great care not to jolt her already form too suddenly as he weaved his way through half unpacked tattered brown boxes. Shay seemed mostly unaware of what Cash was doing or where she even was until he made it to the top of the stairs, her small arms tightened around his neck greatly.

“I’d never let you fall, Cherry Blossom, you know that” Cash cooed along with an unrestrained string of sweet nothings. They poured out of his mouth the way waves crash on the sandy shore, smoothing her over with everything he had in him. And for once it felt easy, showering Shay with praise and care the way she’d done for Cash every night he’d crawled through her window battered and bruised. That feeling he had for her on those nights, that level of reverence he held for her even then at the ripe age of 7 never went away. It only bloomed, blossoming the way a cherry blossom does in spring with dazzling hues of pink.

“My chest hurts, Cashy, I can’t breathe…” Shay finally said still struggling to catch her breath when Cash finally strode into the kitchen. Her face was pale, and tearstained as she gazed up at him with the most helpless green eyes, he’d ever seen on her in his life. Cash gently shushed her once more, planting a tender kiss in her soft blonde curls, part of him wanted to cry right along with her. There was so much pain in her eyes and Cash didn’t know how he hadn’t seen it before but now that he had he would do everything within his power to snuff it out.

“You’re having a panic attack, darling. Just breathe honey, I’ll get you some water and your snacks and we can watch some Harrison Ford movies” Cash crooned, attempting to set Shay’s shaky form on the living room sofa but her grip on his neck only tightened. Where she even found the strength to cling to him this was way beyond Cash right now.

“Please don’t let me go, Cashy” her shaky voice hit Cash’s ear like some soft lullaby, but it was enough to deter him from setting her on the sofa. Cash nodded, silently plopping down on the sofa with Shay gingerly cradled in his arms; the action was enough for Shay’s breathing to slowly even out. Her green eyes were still clouded with a subtle amount of fear as they gazed up into his timidly.

“I told you, no judgment on my part Cherry Blossom, remember?” Cash said placing a few more reassuring kisses into her soft curls with the same matured reverence he’d harbored for her since his youth. Before he softly wiped and kissed the few lingering tears on her flushed cheeks. It was hard to believe they’d had that conversation some hours ago a few feet from where they were no because it felt like they’d moved mountains since then. Cash felt Shay truly relax into his touch for the first time since they were kids. Smoothly melting into him and his comfort the way sand smooths under crashing waves of blue. Cash was sure it wouldn’t last too long; Shay had made it clear she was going to need a lot of reassurance if this thing between them was going to become anything like the way he hoped. Anything like the way he dreamed but for once Cash felt confident in his ability to get her there and that was more than enough…. That was everything.

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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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title : cigarettes and parfaits [1] pairing : older!nanami kento x younger!reader [13 year age gap, ft toji fushiguro] Genre: romance, fluff, super duper mild angst, slice of life, josei, bad comedy, strangers to lovers au

Summary: you’re pretty sure you’d remember marrying a man 13 years older than you, right?

Warnings: alcohol, smoking, very,very mild smut, y/n making stupid decisions, everyones a human-au so yeh non-canon stuff and everyone’s happy (periODT BECAUSE NANAMI DESERVES HAPPINESS)

Notes: after repeatedly giving you jjk angst, i have been very happy to announce that i am able to write something fluffy now. Yay! (Anyways this is based on the manga sesame salt and pudding, yall better read that. It’s just *chefs kiss*) also this may or may not be written ebcause of the amount of smoll nanami content i’m seeing around this site hmPH

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The sound of your alarm blared at the crack of dawn, making you immediately jerk up in an unfashionable manner, you shouldn’t drink on Sunday nights. Good lord, why did you even do that?-

Your thoughts are cut short though when you feel something, better yet, someone, next to you. It’s dark but you could definitely tell that whoever this stranger is, had settled himself quite comfortably by your side. You blink once then twice then slowly reached out to switch your lamp open to get a good look on who was next to you.

Thankfully, you’re still in your clothes from last night.

Also, who the fuck is this?

Your brows are furrowed together as you try to remember who this person was. Blonde hair and jaw so sharp that it could probably cut the vegetables on your kitchen counter, some fine lines littered his face as he wrinkled his forehead in his sleep.

The tie on his neck is loose as you slowly peered to observe him even more and for some odd reason that made your ears turn bright red as you check out his rather lean figure (he wasn’t overly muscular, he was just right)

“Oh shit.” You mumbled, snapping out of your daze, you had to focus! This was a stranger for crying out loud, “Who the-”

Before you could even say anything more, his eyes shot open and you’re greeted by chocolate brown eyes. You try to stutter out a reply, clearly in your frazzled state the only thing you could let out was, “What the fuck?”

“Oh, you’re awake.” his voice was deep and quite raspy, and daresay, it suited his rather sharp appearance.

Was this stranger awake this whole time that you were gawking at him under the dim light? Your ears turn even a brighter shade of pink. Was it just the heater or was this room getting hotter than it should be?

Yet despite your flustered state though, he thankfully remains oblivious, “Are you feeling any better?” he asks.

Despite his bland facial expression, there was a certain warmth in his tone and that made your heart beat quicken. It wasn’t everyday that you’d wake up to find a good looking older gentleman next to you after all, “I’m good…” You shyly replied, the confidence you had moments ago while you were cursing him was gone when you heard his soft tone, “I- sorry but who are you? What happened?”

He stares at you for a moment and purses his lips, “Nanami Kento.” he introduces himself briefly. From the likes of it, he seemed like a professional, “To be honest, I don’t have much recollection from last night due to the alcohol. When I woke up a few moments ago, you wouldn’t let go and I had no choice but to lay there and wait for you to wake up.”

You paled just a bit at his explanation and turned bright red right after, how embarrassing! Not only did you just embarrass yourself in front of this older gentleman awhile ago, you did something so unlike you last night! Thank god this ojisan was a lot more calmer than you. He didn’t even look that perplexed or annoyed by your state at all.

He runs his hands through his soft blonde hair after and lets out a low groan.

“D-Does your head hurt, Nanami-san?”

“Yes.”

“I-would you-” you tried to stammer a few words out yet you're immediately cut off by his phone ringing.

Right, boundaries. You shouldn’t overstep them since you already did so much last night to disturb him despite you two being so out of it. You watch him as he answers his cell phone in a quick and suave manner, all traces of hungover gone, “Nanami speaking.” He greets as soon as he answers the call, “I understand. Please try to help them out and I apologize for the inconvenience.”

He ends the call and stands up, tightening his tie. Despite him spending the night here, he still looked orderly and it’s so unfair because right now, you knew you looked like absolute shit with the alcohol and booze in your system.

“I have to take my leave now. I apologize for intruding.” he bows down formally.

You’re pretty sure you were the one who intruded, his actions makes you immediately stand up despite the throbbing headache which was definitely a wrong move because the moment you did, you felt your legs giving out.

Great.

“I-sorry, I would bow…” You tried to stammer out an apology, ears bright red once again, just how much could you embarrass yourself in front of this gentleman? “Sorry for the intrusion too Nanami-san.”

He leaves without saying anything much to your relief and as soon as you hear your front door close, you scream right at the pillow.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” You muffled at the pillow.

Thank God you wouldn’t be seeing him ever again!

“L/N-sensei.”

You turn to find Maki and Megumi standing there, they were members of a rather elite family in Tokyo, Most often you avoided bumping shoulders with Megumi’s father since he was, well, quite a tease and although you do admit that Toji Zen’in is a very good-looking and fine man from a very good background, you couldn’t look past the fact that you taught his kids mathematics and there was a good fifteen year age gap between you two, “Hi there.” A warm smile dances on your lips, “Is this about the earlier math problem again?”

The question was directed to Maki, Megumi wasn’t one to ask questions about his lessons since he wasn’t fond of academics.

“Actually, it isn’t. Toji-ojisan says you should come to his birthday.” Maki shrugged, “He says his 40th birthday wouldn’t be complete if you weren’t there.”

Ah, that’s why Megumi didn’t want to go alone. The young boy’s cheeks are painted pink, clearly embarrassed by his father’s antics, “Ah,” You laughed, trying to play it cool. Despite his father’s relentless teasing, he had never made you feel uncomfortable. If he hadn’t been asking you out a few times, you’d consider him a friend, “Your otosan does love to joke around a lot doesn’t he, Megumi-kun?”

“I could deck him for you if you’d like, sensei. I swear that old man needs to realize that you’re way too young and good for him.” He mumbles the last part, clearly annoyed.

“Oh have you gotten married, L/N-sensei?” Maki cuts her younger cousin off suddenly, clearly surprised, “I thought you never had a boyfriend..or girlfriend...or a lover…”

“I- excuse me?” You sweatdrop, “Married, where?”

“Am I mistaken? You have a silver band on your ring finger at your left hand.” Maki points out, “Congrats sensei! It seems like Toji-ojisan won’t be bothering you anymore!”

You were too much in a frazzled state this morning that you hadn’t even noticed the ring band on your finger. You weren’t married, heck, you haven’t dated since college but where in the hell did you get this ring?

“L/N-san?” You’re snapped back to reality by a coworker, “We have two new enrollees, would you mind handling them since they’ll be added to your section?”

“Right,” You smile, “That’s my cue to leave. I’ll get going now. Enjoy your snack time.”

Before Maki could say anything more about the silverband on your ring finger, you scurried away to the faculty room, shaking that weird feeling off since you had to get back to work.

Job first, ring later.

As you went in, two abnormally bleached pink hair stood out and you could immediately tell that they were going to be the new kids that you’d be teaching. You walk closer, realizing how much they looked alike despite the markings on the other.

“Hi, Good morning.” You greeted kindly, “You must be the new kids.”

“Ah,” the one with tattoo markings on his face gloated, “Aren’t you too bright?”

“Sukuna, shut up.” his twin frowned, “Sorry Sensei, My brother isn’t feeling so well since our ojisan had told us off before going to school.”

It seemed like the other twin would be a handful, nevertheless, you were still going to be his teacher so you let out a small smile, “It’s fine.” You waved off, “We all have bad days, don’t we? I’m L/N-sensei and I’ll be your homeroom and math teacher.”

“Hai.” The one without tattoos replied, enthusiasm leaking on his tone, “Itadori Yuuji and this is Itadori Sukuna, please take care of us.”

You watch Yuuji force his twin to bow down to show a sign of respect. For a high schooler, Sukuna and Yuuji’s parents seemed so lax, bleached hair and tattoos? That was definitely a first one on your list. You take a look at the data they passed and a small frown settles on your lips, it seemed like you had to take back the words you said earlier.

Both their parents had died a few years ago.

You cleared your throat and tried to put on the smile and enthusiasm from earlier, “I’ll be sure to introduce you to the class right after break and since it’s your first day I’ll be lax but please try not to go in late again.”

Yuuji’s grin remains the same as he agrees enthusiastically while Sukuna still looks mildly uninterested, something that you realize oh-so quickly that you’ll have to get used to.

After introducing the twins to the class, you settle on your desk at the faculty and peer at the ring on your finger. The only conclusion you could come up with was that this was from the older gentleman from the night before but why would he even give you a ring?

It didn’t even look cheap and it was surprisingly just your size, meaning it was definitely for you.

You inwardly let out a groan as you placed your hand on top of your eyes. God, you definitely needed to lay off the alcohol next time. You feel the phone in your pocket start to ring, peerlessly glancing at the unknown number. People really need to lay off the scam calls.

“Hello, I’m sorry I’m not-”

“Yo-ho, is this Y/N-chan?” The voice on the other line is so unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time.

“Uh, who is this?”

“Is your husband with you?” the voice sounds so playful and teasing that you almost ignore what he had just said earlier.

“E-Excuse me?” You sputtered out, cheeks turning red, “I don’t have a husband.”

“Huh…” the playful voice switches to disappointment, “Don’t tell me you forgot what happened with us last night, L/N-chan.”

You feel something bubbling on your stomach, oh no, this definitely didn’t sound good!

“I- wait, what? who are you? What do you mean? what happened?” countless of questions started to pile up in your head and out of your mouth, panic immediately engulfing you because for a prank call this guy sounded way too legit, confirming your irresponsibility the night before.

“Silly Y/N-chan. How could you ever forget me? I’m such an important person! I’m Gojo Satoru, your witness from your wedding!”

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bohemianrhvps · 4 years ago

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Mon amour, puisque tu m'aimes. - G.W.

Summary: George and Fred barely fight but when it happens they might not talk to each other’s for days. After a big fight, George stormed out of the shop and went to muggle London for a walk to calm his nerves. He found himself in one of those old vintage cafes and as he was sitting outside he spot a little flower shop across the street, playing some vintage french songs then he saw her and his heart started trembling.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, fluff, modern!George and muggle!reader.

note: I love Edith Piaf and vintage songs with all my heart and lately I can’t stop to listen “Hymn à l’amour” by Edith Piaf. Physically the reader is based on me (hope that’s not a big deal). I had this idea because I think that George would definitely fall for a muggle, he finds them fascinating just like his father.

‘How dare he say something like that? How dare Fred tell me that my job is not enough and I need to focus more?’

George was furious, he and his brother Fred just had one of their biggest fight ever. He stormed of the shop that he and his brother owned leaving a furious Fred and a confused Ron behind him. He went straight to the Leaky Cauldron and entered muggle London crowded streets. It was early evening and almost everyone was going home after a long day at work.

He decided to calm down his nerves and take a walk around London’s little alleys. His mind was full of thoughts, he was thinking about the words he and his twin brother said to each other’s, angry words that it doesn’t matter that they were said impulsively they still hurt.

After a while he found himself in a little street, less crowded, one of those roads that seemed like those roads in small country villages. A little vintage cafes caught his eyes and he decided that he needed a coffee, even if he didn’t enjoyed his flavour. After ordering, paying and picked up his coffee, he went out to sit in one of those two-seater tables outside the cafes.

Vintage french musics draw his attention, making him stand up and look around trying to figure out where it came from. His eyes landed on this little flower shop on the street corner so he crossed the street and walk towards it. He was never a big fan of Herbology at Hogwarts or plants in general but he was fascinated by these plants, he also saw lemon trees and they were so yellow and so beautiful and their smell was magnificent and he wondered how could they be so beautiful, they were simple and common plants but they were the most beautiful he had ever seen.

Y/n was watering the tulips inside her little shop, humming that old french song that she put in her “oldies” playlist when she spotted this tall red haired man outside her shop, looking at her plants almost suspiciously and she wondered what he was thinking about.

“Did you know that talking to plants makes them grow better?” she calmly said leaning on the front door, still holding the watering can with both hands.

“Is that the secret to having such beautiful plants?” George said turning fully around.

When they met each other’s eyes they remained silent for a couple of minutes. She was mesmerised by his features, he was indeed handsome and his hair was a fiery shade of orange. On the other hand he was mesmerised by her looks, he found her particular, almost weird but she was absolutely dazzling. She had short brown hair, her haircut right under the ear, that perfectly framed her round face. She was wearing a white flannel shirt and a pair of beige flannel pants and the first buttons of her shirt were open. She was at least one foot lower than George, she wasn’t skinny, her waist was slightly narrower than her hips that widened, highlighting her fleshy thighs. And George, being the thighs man he is, had to refrain from staring too long. She was so simple yet so particular and captivating.

“So you like my plants, ay?” she said smiling and putting the watering can on the side.

“I’m not a big fan of flowers and plants but I have to admit that your plants look very tempting.”

‘You are very temping. No wait- George what the heck. Calm down your hormones, mate’ he mentally cursed himself for thinking such things about her.

“If my plants are tempting let me show you something then.” She laughed and went inside her shop, shouting a muffled “Come in” waiting for him to follow her. After having rummaged among the various plants she came back to George with a little succulent in her hands.

“This is a little Echeveria elegans, which is a succulent plant.” she smiled placing the plant on the counter.

George found himself entering the shop and looking around it, it was much smaller than his but it was lovely, full of colours and aromas. He looked at the plant she brought with her and raised his eyebrows, wondering why she took that plant.

“I want to give you this plant.” Her smile was so big that he sweared her skin was going to break. He panicked because he didn’t know how to pay that plant sure he had money with him but muggle money is different from Galleons. He opened his jacket to get his wallet but her hand stopped him.

“No, it’s a gift.” her hand was still on his forearm and he couldn’t help but smile at the contact.

“Forgive my rudeness for not introducing myself sooner but I’m (y/n).” her hand stretched out waiting for George to hold it.

“I’m George and it’s very nice meeting you.” he smiled softly at her, making her blush. She couldn’t help but think about how handsome and charming he was.

“You’re new around here, right? I’ve never seen your face before.” and what a beautiful face she may add.

“No actually I found myself in this street after a long walk and had a coffee in that lovely cafes I want to add that I think I’m going back because that coffe was amazing and I usually don’t drink or like coffe. Anyway I own a shop with my twin brother.” he was babbling but Oh Merlin she made him so nervous.

“Oh yeah? And where is this shop?” the way her brow frowned over in curiosity was adorable.

“Oh it’s across town actually, yeah” his initial enthusiasm had now disappeared.

George looked at his watch and realised that it was almost dinner time and tonight he was supposed to cook for him and Fred.

“I’m sorry but I really need to go now, I guess I’ll see you around then.” he said making his way out of the shop.

“I’ll wait for you to come back here again then.” she smiled at him. The sunset made the whole situation looking like one of those romantic muggle movies his parents made him watch.

He waved his hand at her and walked towards the Leaky Cauldron with the biggest smile on his face and this little plant on his huge hands, he felt like Neville back in Hogwarts.

*The next day*

“Good morning Dear (Y/n)”

“Good morning Margaret”

“Oh you’re wearing a dress and you’re in a good mood today. The usual, love?” (Y/n) simply laughed at the old and lovely woman that owned the cafe and nodded at her question.

“Can I ask you something?” she said sipping her hot cappuccino.

“Anything dear” Margaret smiled at her.

“Did a tall red-haired guy come in here yesterday?” she tried not to look very hopeful.

“How could I forget him? He had this fiery red hair, this purple suit and he was so tall. Is he your boyfriend?” same old nosey Margaret.

“What? No no” she blushed laughing nervously.

“Oh, okay then.” Margaret simply shrugged.

“If he comes again I offer everything he orders.” she smiled and hurried to open her flower shop.

“I don’t know why but she was capable of making me nervous. Me? George Fabian Weasley nervous in front of a girl? She’s beautiful though, very particular may I add. Anyway I’ll probably visit her again tod-“

“George who the fuck are you talking to?” Fred came out of his room hearing George talking to a plant?

“Oh Fred ehm nothing, I mean no one” he laughed nervously scratching his neck.

“Do you remember that we have lunch at the Burrow right? Ron and Hermione wants to tell us something.” Fred began to have breakfast as if nothing had happened.

“Alright but I have to go now” George rushed down the stairs, making his way to (Y/n)’s flower shop.

He stopped at the cafes and just as he was about to pay, Margaret stopped him.

“(Y/n) offers” she winked at him. His brows furred but he cracked a smile.

“What’s your name, dear?”

“George” he said before leaving the cafes and run towards her shop.

While he was sipping his coffe, he stayed outside waiting for her clients to leave but admiring her. She was radiant today, she was wearing a yellow long flower dress, with long sleeves balloon and she curled her hair a bit. ‘How cool, they seem shorter’ he thought.

“You know you didn’t have to, right?” he said raising his coffee as soon she was alone in the shop.

“I know, but I wanted to.” everything about her was simply adorable.

He looked around and he found these beautiful and aromatic lilies.

“Just her favourites.” he whispered to himself but (Y/n) heard that and she felt her heart clenched a bit and she didn’t know why.

“Can I have a few of these?” he turned her way.

She took the lilies and made a lovely bouquet, she didn’t want to be nosey but..

“Are these for your girlfriend?” she said tying the boquet with a pink ribbon.

“My girlfr- no no, these are for my mom.” he answered almost too quickly. “We have a family lunch, my brother and his wife want to tell us something. I’m wondering what it is.” again he was babbling and tell her things that she probably didn’t want to hear.

“Maybe she’s pregnant, I don’t know.” she answered giggling. He was going to pay but again she stopped him, shaking her head with a simple smile.

“Let me know if your mum liked them.” she waved her hand and again George found himself with the biggest smile of his face.

“Merlin’s beard George, they’re beautiful.” Molly was thrilled when she saw the lilies. “(Y/n)’s flawless flowers.. never saw it in Diagon Alley, is it a new shop?”

“Actually mom it’s a shop in muggle London, yeah.” he scratched the back of his neck, blushing a little.

“And tell me, what's she like? Big tits? Big ass?” Fred whispered pushing his shoulder a bit.

“Big tit- Fred what the hell?” he scolded at his twin brother.

“Boys behave we have an announcement!” Ron said clapping his hands drawing everybody’s attention on him and Hermione.

“I’m pregnant.” Hermione said with a big smile on her face.

“(Y/n), how did you know..” George whispered to himself while clapping his hands at the happy couple.

“Were you talking to me?” asked Fred smirking, acting like he didn’t heard George’s exact words.

It was Monday morning and it was also (Y/n)’s day off so she decided to walk around London and look for George’s shop, she wanted to surprise him. It took her almost the whole morning but she hadn’t seen his shop, he told her that outside his shop there were a huge statue that looked like him so it was impossible to miss. It was around noon and she decided to go visit her grandmother and her flower shop. The only thing was that her grandmother was a witch and her flower shop was in Diagon Alley so she made her way through the Leaky Cauldron and entered Diagon Alley. It has been a while since she was in the wizard world but she knew exactly how to act. Just around the corner she spotted an unfamiliar shop.

Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.

The moment she saw the statue she instantly froze. She recognised it and the shop was exactly like George described it. She decided to enter and look around.

The inside of the shop was simply beautiful, so full of colours and people and she was simply enchanted. She spotted a familiar tall ginger man and she made her way to him.

“George?” she tapped his shoulder.

“Wrong one, love. I’m Fred.” he said turning around to greet her. She smiled at him as she instantly recognised him as George’s twin brother.

“And you are?” he raised his eyebrows.

“(Y/n), I’m (Y/n).” she reached out to him.

“Oooh” Fred said with a cheeky grin. “(Y/n)’s flawless flowers, right?” he squeezed her hand.

“Oì, stop flirting with our costumers and come to h-“ he froze. He was panicking when he saw her. And now what? What is he supposed to do? What is he supposed to say?

“(Y/n) hi, w-what are you doing here?” his palms were sweating so hard he hoped you wouldn’t notice.

“Your shop is literally magical.” she ignored his questions as she giggled looking around George’s shop. “My grandmother is a witch, she owns a flower shop here in Diagon Alley, so here I am.” she said raising her hands.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you” he was really sorry because he really like her, he didn’t know if he liked her as a friend or more but he sure enjoyed her company.

“Oh it’s okay, I can imagine it’s not easy telling someone you’re a wizard” her laugh was lovely.

“So, can I have the honor of showing you around the store?” he asked her extending his arm which she gladly accepted.

“Y/n guess what... Hermione’s pregnant.” he said super excited.

“I told you!” she said jumping a little making George smile like a five years old.

George turned around to his brother who was looking at them smiling. Fred knew his brother and he knew that George fell for her, even before George himself knew that.

note: I’m thinking of making this a mini series, divide it into three maybe four parts (reader meeting the Weasleys and maybe add some smut lol). Let me know if you liked it and if you want me to continue it.

#george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley smut #harry potter imagine #hermione granger #hogwarts #ron weasley #draco malfoy #george and fred #fred weasley #fred and george #the weasleys #the weasleys twins #george weasley x reader #george weasley headcanon #fanfiction

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lyranova · 3 years ago

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Children of the Future:

Chapter 16: Ezio

Hi guys! I’m so sorry this chapter took so long 😭, i swear IRL has been crazy! But luckily the next chapters won’t take too long since i have them partially written already hehe. Anyway this is the last child that will be appearing and the next ones we’ll finally get some answers hehe. I hope you all enjoy~!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @simpingforthisonedeer @flow3rbudz @crazyclownthanos @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @melissa-novachrono @ckjwnnbc @bowandcurtsey @elysianluv (i’m sorry if i forgot anyone! I lost my taglist 😭)

Word Count: 2,781

Warnings: None

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Finral and Vanessa slowly made their way to the Wizard Kings office, the two of them had been pretty surprised when the Wizard Kings assistant Marx had contacted them directly and told them that the Wizard King would like to see them. The two had been confused at first, especially since Captain Yami wasn’t there, but they knew better than to refuse an order such as this. So, the two followed the guard silently as they made their way to the Wizard King's office.

“ Hey Vanessa,” Finral started sheepishly. “ Why do you think the Wizard King asked to see us instead of asking for Captain Yami?” Finral had a gut feeling he knew why, but he didn’t want to say it out loud and jinx it.

“ Hm, I’m not 100% sure but I have a feeling it has to do with the kids suddenly appearing and, if I were to go off what's been happening the past week, then I would guess that what’s behind that door is our future child.” Vanessa explained in a hushed voice, as though she didn’t want to say it too loudly. Finral frowned a bit.

“ Scared if you say it too loudly it’ll come true?” He asked her with a sheepish laugh, Vanessa turned to look at him and gave a small laugh.

“ Yeah a little bit.” She admitted, Finral laughed a bit as well.

“ Same here.”

Soon the two were standing in front of the Wizard Kings office, neither one could remember ever being here before so they were very nervous. Finral let out an audible gulp, not only was he nervous about who was beyond that door but he was also nervous as to what Captain Yami would say when he found out. Just the thought of it made Finral pale.

“ Y-Y’know what? I think I left the stove on back at the Hideout. I'll just go back home and check.” Finral said as he opened up a portal to led back to the Hideout, but before he could even think of walking through it Vanessa grabbed the back of his cloak.

“ Yeah you’re not getting out of this one that easily, besides I’m with you so there’s nothing to be afraid of or nervous about.” Vanessa told him with a warm and confident smile, Finral groaned and reluctantly closed the portal. He had to admit whenever he was with Vanessa it did make him a bit braver and more confident.

The guard opened the Wizard Kings office doors and announced the Black Bulls had arrived before exiting the room. Vanessa and Finral looked at each other briefly before turning to look at the Wizard King, his Aide Marx, and a pink haired boy who stood slightly off to the side.

“ Finral, Vanessa, welcome! I apologize we called you here without Captain Yami but we figured he would like a small break from all of this.” Julius said with a small laugh, Finral and Vanessa nodded almost robotically as they just stared at the pink haired boy. He couldn’t be any older then 15, his pink hair was shoulder length and partially tied into a ponytail, he wore a Black Bulls robe and underneath was a wine red suit and boots with a black shirt. He also wore a pair of dark red earrings. His purple eyes finally looked to meet theirs.

“ A-Are you,” Finral stammered slightly, he looked as white as a sheet as he turned to face Julius and Marx. “ Are you sure he isn’t just Vanessa’s kid? I-I mean, he looks almost identical to her.” Finral added, maybe they had the wrong guy for his father?

“ Oh no he’s definitely your son.” Julius said with a small laugh, causing Finral to frown. What did that mean? Suddenly Finral and Vanessa felt themselves being hugged tightly by the young man.

“ Mom, dad, thank the gods you came to rescue me!” The boy cried as he held them tightly. “ I don’t know what they would have done to me if you hadn’t shown up! I think I even saw my life flash before my eyes!” He continued to cry before pulling back to look his ‘parents’ in the face.

“ W-Wait,” he said suddenly as his eyes widened in surprise, he looked back and forth between Vanessa and Finral. “ What the hell?!” He shouted as he sprang back and landed flat on his butt, he pointed a finger as he looked at them.

“ W-Who the heck are you?! You look like my parents but you’re way too young to actually be my parents!” Ezio said, his voice steadily getting higher. Finral looked over at Vanessa and he could see the complete surprise on her face.

“ I thought you had a feeling this is why we were brought here?!” Finral asked her incredulously, his voice suddenly being high pitched as well, Vanessa blinked and looked over at him.

“ I did. But it’s one thing to think it and another to actually see it.” Vanessa pointed out as she shook her head, trying to clear the surprised look off her face. Finral opened his mouth to argue but quickly closed it as he realized she was right, there was a difference.

“ As we already explained to you,” Marx said, addressing the pink haired boy. “ you are in the past so your parents are younger now than they were in your original time. Didn’t they explain this to you already?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“ Not really. They pretty much told me to just go through the portal, that they didn’t have much time to explain.” He said as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Julius placed a thoughtful hand under his chin, that was another common theme between the children, that their parents were rushing to send them through a portal and didn’t have time to explain. As he thought about it he noticed the boy had stood up and Vanessa had walked over to him.

“ Y’know, you really are a cutie.” She said with a small laugh, causing the boy to blush a deep shade of red.

“ C-C-Cutie?!” He stammered in surprise before she continued and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, you could tell by the look in her eyes that she was teasing him.

“ I bet you’re a real hit with the ladies, and maybe some of the guys too.” She told him before she thought about it for a moment. “ Unless you inherited your flirting skills from your father.”

“ What’s that supposed to mean?!” Finral shouted before Vanessa turned to look at him.

“ That means your flirting sucks.” She told him deadpan, causing an almost outrageously surprised look to appear of Finral’s face.

“ Excuse me?! I’ll have you know I’m an absolute hit with the ladies!” Finral began shouting in a high pitched and almost disbelieving voice, as Julius watched the interactions between them he noticed the pink haired boy began to relax and saw the slow realization that these were in fact his parents, just younger.

“ Don’t you think it’s about time you introduced yourself?” Julius asked the boy after a few minutes, the pink haired boy blushed a bit in embarrassment as he realized he hadn’t told them his name.

“ Ah yes, sorry about that.” He laughed before clearing his throat. “ My name’s Ezio Roulacase, it’s nice to meet you!” He added, giving a bit of a dramatic bow. Vanessa and Finral frowned a bit before placing thoughtful hands under their chins as they looked at him.

“ Hm, I think Ezio fits you perfectly, don’t you think Finral?” Vanessa asked as she turned to look at him, who nodded in agreement.

“ Yeah it really does fit him I think. Well, it’s nice to officially meet you, Ezio!” Finral said with a cheerful smile.

“ Now that introductions are out of the way, here are the directions to the temporary house you’ll be staying at with the others.” Marx told them before he began to explain where the house was that the others were staying at.

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Yami pinched the bridge of his nose as he watched all the ‘families’ talk, mingle, and get to know each other outside. He had been a bit surprised when Noelle and Asta showed up with three kids and a devil, he had a small feeling that Noelle had a crush on Asta but he figured the kid was too dense to ever realize it. But as he watched Asta talking and doing a workout with his eldest daughter, while Noelle sat and talked with the two younger ones, he realized that they actually made a cute family. But then again, as he looked around at the other Black Bulls, he realized they all made cute families. Except for Zora, he and Nebra still couldn’t seem to get along. Not even for their kids sake.

“ What are you thinking about?” Yami turned at the sound of a familiar voice and smirked a bit when he saw it was Charlotte.

“ Eh nothing much, just thinking about how weird it is to see all of these kids with kids of their own.” He told her, nodding towards the younger squad members. Charlotte nodded in agreement.

“ True, it is a bit jarring to see kids with, well, kids of their own. Especially considering how some of the kids are around the same age as them.” Charlotte said, Yami nodded in agreement before the two fell into a comfortable silence for a moment.

“ Y’know,” Yami said suddenly, causing Charlotte to look at him. “ As weird as it is to see them with kids of their own and seeing how happy the mini knuckleheads are, it kind of makes me feel like I must’ve done something right as their Captain.” Yami finished as he rubbed the back of his head.

“ You’ve done a lot right as their Captain,” Charlotte told him firmly. “ I may not always agree with your methods, but I think you’re an excellent Captain. You gave those kids someone to look up too and admire, you gave them a home when they needed one, you gave them a family and friends that they can lean on and support. That’s my honest opinion.” Charlotte finished with a firm nod and a bit of a blush on her face, she couldn’t believe she said all of that too Yami!

“ Aw the Prickly Princess does have a soft side.” Yami joked, causing her to turn an even deeper shade of red.

“ O-Of course I do! Just because I don’t tend to show it very often doesn’t mean I don’t have a softer side!” She told him as she glared at him slightly.

“ Sheesh sorry I was just teasing you.” Yami said as he held his hands up in surrender, he smiled a bit before bringing one of his hands down and placing it gently onto her shoulder. “ But thank you for the compliment Princess, you’re not a bad Captain yourself.”

Charlotte blinked in surprise at Yami’s compliment, she smiled a bit as she looked down at her lap somewhat shyly. She wasn’t used to compliments let alone ones from Yami, but she had to admit it made her heart skip a beat when he acknowledged she was a good Captain too.

“ By the way,” Charlotte said after they fell into silence once again. “ you’ve been sitting here watching Alistar and Hikari for a while. What do you think of Alistar?” She added curiously as she noticed the two talking by the side of the house. She heard Yami make a disapproving grunt and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“ I think he’s hiding something, his Ki and body language prove that. He’s been trying his best to hide, or at least mask, it from me and Hikari. But I can still tell.” Yami said as he pulled out a cigarette, Charlotte tilted her head.

“ Do you think Hikari’s noticed?”

“ Probably,” Yami said with a small nod before taking a drag of his cigarette. “ whether she’s acknowledging it or not is a different story. But I’m sure she’s noticed.” He added as he let the smoke from the cigarette out of his mouth, she noticed a protective look on his face and began to laugh softly.

“ You’re very protective of her,” she said as her soft laughter began to stop. “ but I think she’ll be fine Yami, I trust her and her judgement.” She began to laugh again when Yami blushed a bit and just grumbled under his breath.

“ It’s not just him I’m suspicious of though, I’m also suspicious of Princess Brooding Pants over there.” Yami said as he nodded towards the dark haired girl, Miku Charlotte believed her name was, and she frowned a bit as well.

The girl had completely separated herself from everyone else, even her ‘parents’. She sat underneath a tree with a book and just kept to herself. Charlotte wasn’t too surprised seeing as her parents could be the same way, but it was still a bit odd, especially when the other kids had asked her to play or train with them and she outright refused without even looking up from her book.

“ Do you think she’s hiding something as well?”

“ Oh I know she is, but it’s not like Golden Boy, while he’s actively trying to hide his Ki, she isn’t.” Yami said as he took another drag of his cigarette, Charlotte went to open her mouth when Gauche suddenly yelled.

“ Hey heads up! Incoming!” When the Captains turned and saw three people on brooms flying towards them. As they began to get into a defensive position Yami realized he recognized at least two of them.

“ It’s alright, it’s just Vanessa and Finral.” Yami said with a sigh of relief as the three people landed safely on the ground and began to walk towards them.

“ Hey Captain Yami!” Vanessa shouted happily as she waved at him and the others. “ Looks like this is where everyone ran off too huh?” She added as she looked around at all the familiar, and some unfamiliar, faces.

“ Who’s the kid?” Yami asked as he pointed at Ezio, who almost instantly paled as Yami directed his attention his way.

“ Oh, well, this is our son Ezio. Apparently he came from the future as well.” Finral explained sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“ You all need to stop having kids.” Yami muttered as he seemed to age instantly at Finral’s words. Charlotte smiled sympathetically as she patted him on the back in a vain attempt to comfort him.

“ Josslyn! My love!” Ezio suddenly shouted as his eyes landed on the pink haired girl that came walking towards him, without hesitation he ran and tried to capture her in his arms. Without missing a beat she dodged him easily, causing him to land flat on his face.

“ And here I thought I would finally get a break from you.” Josslyn said with a disappointed sigh and a shake of her head.

“ You’re so mean Joss.” Ezio cried dramatically before he turned to see Hikari walking towards him. “ Hikari! You’re here too!”

“ Hey Ezio,” She said as the pink haired boy wrapped her in a hug.

“ At least someone’s happy to see me.” He muttered as he glared at Josslyn, who only ‘hmphed’ in response.

Alistar looked around at the group of people that had gathered from his spot by the house. He began to count the children one by one, there was only meant to be 10 total but Miku suddenly showing up gave them a total of 11. He still couldn’t quite figure out how, or why, she was here. Even after speaking with her privately he didn’t get a clear answer. He let out a soft sigh before pushing himself off the side of the house and began walking towards the others. Since everyone was gathered now, it was finally time to tell them everything. As he opened his mouth suddenly a small portal opened up, a portal he recognized to be Marx’s.

“ Sorry for the sudden intrusion, and I’m sure Finral, Vanessa, and Ezio just arrived there, but we need all of you to come back to the Castle for an urgent matter.” Marx explained quickly.

“ Why? What’s going on now? I swear if you tell me it’s another kid-.” Yami growled before Marx quickly cut him off.

“ It isn’t another child! But it is someone’s parent, well, I think it’s their parent.” Marx muttered before he was suddenly pushed out of frame by someone.

“ Hello Vanessa, it’s been a while.” The Witch Queen said with a small smirk as she watched the surprise flash across everyone’s faces.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you all have a good day 🥰!

#children of the future #oc; alistar #oc; hikari #oc; ezio #vanessa enoteca #finral roulacase #finral x vanessa #oc; josslyn #josslyn is not my oc #yami sukehiro #charlotte roselei #black clover #black clover fanfiction

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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August Contest Submission #20: Love Delivered

Words: ca. 1,200 Setting: mAU Lemon: No CW: none

Did Elsa have any idea what she was doing? No, of course not. She was completely out of her element. Her heart was pounding and she desperately wanted to turn heel and head back out the way she had come in. She didn’t though, and tightly clasped her hands behind her back as she ventured forward. She had already been at the flower shop for half an hour. Nothing was standing out.

She paused in front of a flower with long, pink petals. She stole a glance at the name card: geraniums. Maybe she would enjoy these? For fuck’s sake, Elsa, you should have paid attention when she rattled off her favorite flowers. Why didn’t you?

Elsa snorted at herself. You know why; it’s the same reason you’re here to buy these damn things. Get a grip; her favorite was a spring flower with…yellow petals? No no, that can’t be right; yellow is one of her least favorite colors…

“Can I help you find something, miss?” Elsa jumped and swirled around to see an apron-clad young man standing behind her. A crooked tag on his apron told her his name was Kristoff and that he was a “flower expert.” Though she didn’t much feel like talking to anyone at the moment, Elsa sighed and admitted defeat to herself.

“I’m looking for a specific flower for my s-friend. But for the life of me, I cannot remember what it’s called. I‘m positive it’s a spring flower with… purple petals?” Elsa said as she made vague hand gestures. Kristoff’s lips twitched and Elsa could see the laughter in his eyes which brought her irritation to a new level. She breathed a sigh of relief when he nodded, gestured for her to follow, and headed off in a different direction.

“What about these?” Elsa looked at the flower that Kristoff was pointing to. It had long, purple petals cupped protectively around an orange stem. The card said: crocuses. Although the name sounded familiar, Elsa knew that these weren’t the right ones.

“Mmm, no. I recall the petals being wider than that.” They moved down a few displays.

“What about pansies?” Elsa eyed these new flowers that could have been what she was looking for, except there were too few petals on the stem and the purple hue was too light of a shade. So, she shook her head.

“No; too light, not enough petals.” Kristoff hummed and stroked his scruffy jaw. His eyes lit up and he snapped his fingers.

“Primrose.” Elsa just stared at him with a blank expression. Once again, there was laughter held back as he led her over to a bouquet of flowers that were just what Elsa was searching for. She rushed over with a grin on her face.

“Yes, yes! Thank you so much! I’m quite surprised you were able to decipher what flower I was vaguely describing,” she commented. Kristoff chuckled.

“Of course; we aren’t called flower experts just for the heck of it. How many would you like?”

“A dozen, please. And the nicest vase you have.”

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Elsa couldn’t believe she was actually going through with this. She readjusted the collar of her shirt for the fifteenth time as she slowly walked up the pathway. Her hair was free from any restraints and rested on her shoulders; a heavy contrast to the dark blue fabric of her suit jacket.

This was definitely the cheesiest thing she had ever done. The tapping noise of her heels against the pavement echoed in her head. This had better be worth it. Finally, she was at the bottom of the few stairs that led to the door of the house before her. She took several deep breaths before climbing them.

It took her a few more minutes to work up the courage to knock. She raised her hand, but before her knuckles made contact with the door, it opened. Her sister leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms over her chest. Though Anna’s expression was nothing short of annoyed, Elsa could hear the sharp intake of breath as she glanced over Elsa’s outfit.

“What do you want?” Anna asked quietly. Anna was wearing a robe and it was quite obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. Anna cleared her throat and Elsa’s grip on the flowers in her hands tightened, reminding her of them. She suddenly thrust her arm out and it collided with Anna’s side, causing the younger woman to wince in pain.

“Oh, Anna! I’m so sorry!” Elsa said and made a move toward her sister but was stopped when Anna held up her hand. Her eyes fell on the flowers that Elsa held and her jaw dropped.

“Those are…” Elsa beamed and carefully held her hand out to Anna, tapping the flowers against her hand.

“Primrose flowers.”

“Are those for me?” Anna asked in a small voice. Elsa swallowed and nodded. Anna gently took them from her. Elsa slid the box of exotic chocolates from beneath her arm and handed them to Anna as well.

“Favorite flowers, favorite chocolate, favorite suit, and an apology from your favorite person. Or, well, I hope I’m still your favorite person,” Elsa said. Anna looked up at her with her jaw set.

“Well that depends, doesn’t it? What are you sorry for?” Anna’s direct tone only increased Elsa’s nervousness and fueled the fire that was building inside of her.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been preoccupied these last few weeks; working late, missing meals, not returning calls. I’m sorry that I put work before you,” Elsa paused to take a deep breath.

“Most importantly, I’m sorry for missing our anniversary. There isn’t really an excuse. I was just focused on earning more money so we could move out of this dump and I took it too far.” Silence fell except for the chirping of crickets and other insects that usually make their presence known in the dusk. Elsa shifted her weight uneasily.

“I’ve got a reservation at Finelli’s, if you’d be willing to join me for dinner.” Anna hummed and, instead of answering, she turned around and walked into the house. Elsa wasn’t sure if she should follow or not and opted for the latter, hoping Anna would return. She did just a few minutes later wearing a short, slitted black dress that had Elsa’s jaw on the ground.

Anna closed and locked the door. She faced Elsa with her hands on her hips. She took a moment to revel in the stunned face of her sister. She hooked her arm through Elsa’s, shaking her gently.

“Let’s go,” she said, tugging on Elsa’s arm. Elsa’s feet finally decided to move and they began to walk back to her car.

“So… am I forgiven?” she asked while opening the door for Anna, who took her sweet time sliding in so that Elsa got an idea of just how short the dress was.

“It depends,” Anna replied as Elsa shut the door. Before she could step away and walk around the car, Anna grabbed her tie and pulled until their lips met in a passionate kiss. When they finally parted, Elsa’s face was flushed and her breath was coming out in short pants.

“On what?” Elsa managed to breathe out. Anna smiled and licked her lips; there was a mischievous glint in her teal eyes.

“Dessert.”

#elsanna #submission #august 2021 contest #prompt: flowers

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nightshadeshadow123 · 4 years ago

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Paw prints on the Agent's heart🐾part 6:

A long waited part 6, enjoy guys and again sorry for the long wait. I'm thinking of adding my works on archive and wattpad too. Ah heck, why am I making this a slow burn romance😂

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"Hey sis!" Kara greeted Alex and went to stand next to her.

Alex glanced back at her briefly before looking back into the middle of the room where you and J'onn are sparring.

"Hey Kar."

Kara crossed her arms over her chest and nudged Alex with her shoulder. "I see you love to watch her. Might want to be less subtle or she might start to think you are a creep."

Alex rolled her eyes. "I am not a creep. Nothing wrong with watching people sparring."

"Mhm. Sure, okay."

"I bet J'onn will win." Alex said.

Kara amusedly smiled. "I bet (Y/N) will win."

Alex narrowed her eyes at Kara. "Mhm, if J'onn win you must stop the teasing and then you aren't allowed to eat potstickers for two months."

Kara gave her a offended look. "No fair! Okay if (Y/N) win I get to keep teasing you and you have to buy me potstickers for two months."

Alex thought it over for a moment. "Okay. Deal."

J'onn tried to swing a punch at your head but you blocked with your arms and he took advantage to knock you of your feet with one leg making you fall with a yelp as J'onn tried to hide a tiny smirk as he looked down at you.

"Don't get happy too fast J'onn." You taunted and used your psychokinesis to send him flying back against a wall next to Kara and Alex with a force that made a dent and crack in the wall while you did a quick flip and jump back to your boothed feet.

Alex sparred him a concerned look as he sat up in a daze.

"Oof. I forgot about that power of hers." J'onn shake his head slightly to shake off the daze.

"I'm just gonna stand over here so I don't get hit by flying aliens." Kara joked but went to help J'onn up.

You chuckled to yourself. "You might wanna remember that next time."

J'onn took his place in front of you again and smirked. "I'll be sure to do that."

This time you took the first move and went to use heat vision on him but he side jumped it and used his own heat vision on you that have you staggering back a few feet.

J'onn then used his invisibility to sneak up on you from behind but you easily elbowed him in the face when sensing him nearby, making him become visible again as he clutched at his nose.

"Ouch." J'onn whipped at the tinge of blood from his nose and half busted lip. "I did not expect that. Nice shot."

Alex looked shocked for a moment while Kara only smiled at her cheeckily.

"Rule number one. Don't sneak up on a wolf ever. They'll sense you before you can even do something. Learned that the hard way on Krypton and (Y/N) had to save me then."

"Well I can't wait to hear more stories of you and her on Krypton." Alex said.

"Hey guys! Not sorry to interrupt." A feminine voice halted all talk and movements.

"Lena Boo!" You exclaimed and run over to the female Luthor.

"(Y/N)!" Lena's green eyes lit up, a bright smile tugging at her red painted lips that is complimenting the black suit she is wearing with red heels to match.

You pulled her into a tight hug that she eagerly returns.

"What are you doing here?" You asked after pulling away from the hug.

"Came to check up on my bestie and J'onn called me over. He wants some information on CADMUS." Lena explained, staying close to you and nodding in greeting at Kara, Alex and J'onn.

"Oh okay. I'm glad you are here."

Lena smiled at that. "Glad to be here. And even more glad to see you making new friends." She said while keeping a hand on your exposed arm.

Alex glared at Lena's hand before looking at Kara that elbowed her.

"Jealous?" Kara teased.

"Shut up. I'm not jealous." Alex tried to hide the blush that is sneaking up to her cheecks.

"I don't believe you." Kara continued making Alex glare at her.

"Are you still coming over to my house for dinner and movies tonight?" Lena asked, not paying much attention to the others.

"Sure am. Can't miss out on good food and movies with my bestie."

"Just going over for dinner and movies my ass." Alex grumbels under her breath earning a soft laugh from Kara.

"You are so jealous."

Alex looked back at you and Lena before glaring at Kara once again.

"I said I'm not jealous. They can do whatever they want. And I have no reason to be jealous."

Kara cringe a little at the sharp edge in Alex's voice. "Oh sis. I was just teasing." She said softly.

Alex sighted but gave her sister a tiny smile afterwards. "Let's go show (Y/N) around. J'onn wants to talk with Lena anyways." Alex dragged Kara over to the wolf and Luthor.

"Hey." Alex greeted Lena as Kara waved at her akwardly, saying a soft "Hi."

"Agent Danvers, Supergirl, Hey." Lena greeted them back warmly.

"We'll catch up tonight at my place." Lena said to you after J'onn motioned Lena to follow him.

"Sure thing. See you then." You hugged her bye before turning back to Alex and Kara.

"Can I help you?" You questioned when seeying them just standing akwardly.

"No...actually yes." Kara began. "Do you want to come with me and Alex to Noonan's for lunch?"

You thought it over for a moment before nodding. "Okay, you did promise me some good food when you wanted my help in finding Alex.

"But you have eaten an hour ago Kar." Alex looked at the blonde Kryptonian.

Kara only shrugged. "So what. That was an hour ago. Kryptonian's are always hungry." She reasoned.

"Gotta agree with Kara." You cut in making Alex huff.

"Fine fine, let's go get some food for you hungry Kryptonian's." Alex began walking as you and Kara shot each other a goofy grin before following behind the agent.

When you got outside Alex walked over to her bike with you and Kara following.

"Catch you two at Noonan's." Alex said, getting on her bike.

(😶Man this bike gif of her)

You make and whisteling sound at that. "Oh, I love the view Danvers. Let's try that climbing on-"

Alex sent a glare at you, a tinge of pink dusting her cheeks as she cut you off. "Shut it wolf before I put a muzzle on you."

"Getting kinky now are we Danvers?" You teased, wiggiling an eyebrow at her as Kara stood akwardly next to you, a smile on her face while Alex hid a tiny smirk by putting her helmet on.

"I'm shipping this so much but please don't do the dirty around me." Kara joked shyly.

"Aww, baby Danvers as shy and innocent as ever." You teased the blonde Kryptonian making her blush as she rubbed at her forehead shyly.

"She's not so innocent when under red kryptonite." Alex pipped in before driving off on her bike.

"Hey! I can't help that." Kara blushed a darker shade of red as she watched her sister droved away.

You laughed at Kara's perplexed look, patting her strong built shoulder. "I like that one. She's feisty. And can't wait to hear more stories of you and Alex."

"Let's get going." Kara manage to get out after containing her blush, taking you in a hold and starting to hover in the sky.

"I swear to Rao if you drop me I'll punch you into the sun." You threatened jokingly.

"I won't drop you. Trust me." Kara assured.

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Kara landed with you both in an alley, letting go of you gently.

"That was fun." You said, fixing your wind swept hair as Kara rushed into her normal clothing and glasses.

"I just don't get how Lena can't see right through that descuise. It's so obvious. The glasses don't hide much." You commented as you and Kara walked out of the alley, making your way over to Noonan's, spotting Alex's bike parked near.

Kara slightly shook her head. "I don't know. Other people don't reconize me with it on."

"Maybe they do notice it's you but don't say anything." You countered, making Kara hum.

"Mhm. Guess you got a valid point there." Kara said as you cross the street and leading you into the comforting calm of Noonan's, scanning the place for Alex.

"There she is." You pointed out and walk over to the booth where the agent is sitting and slid into the booth with Kara following behind sortly after, sitting down next to you.

Alex greeted the two of you briefly before flipping through her menu.

You looked at the blonde kryptonian next to you. "Kara, that food ya promised me. What do you suggest?" You asked curiously.

Kara smiled warmly at you before Alex interrupt her.

"Let me guess, you are going to say potstickers?" Alex smiled briefly at her sister.

A light pink dusted Kara's cheeks. "Yep. They are just so good." Kara defend as you watch the two with a ghost of a smile.

"I still don't know why you like them so much."

You let out a chuckel at that. "Don't even try to change her fav food. She's still stuborn just like she was back on Krypton when we were little."

Alex gave a ghost of a smile."Trust me, I know how stuborn she can be."

Kara gasp in fake shock.

"I'm not stuborn!" Kara exclaimed and playfully swat at Alex who were smirking at her as you watched the two sisters, glad that Kara have Alex in her life.

Kara quickly placed the order for potstickers when the waiter came to the table you and the Danvers sibling are sitting at.

"Hey (Y/N), remember that time we almost got kidnapped by those blue aliens when we snucked into the meeting my mom and dad had with their leader?" You couldn't help but smile at that.

"I remember that all too well. Both of our parents were absolutely livid when they managed to save us on time. Geez that day I thought for sure your father would chuck us both into the sun by how angry he was." You and Kara began to laugh as Alex raised her eyebrow at the two of you.

"Well you make it sound like you both got and caused a lot of trouble together back on Krypton. Should I be worried for anymore trouble?" Alex said amusedly, taking a sip of her coffee that was ordered by her.

Kara pushed up her glasses and tried to hide a blush. "Naw believe me, that wasn't even a patch against all the other trouble we stirred." You nudged Kara and the blonde gave you a bright smile.

"And the amounts of times aunt Astra joined in on us pulling pranks on my mother and father and other visit aliens. Father wasn't too amused but was secretly glad that aunt Astra kept us safe...well safe most of the times back when she wasn't a complete nutcase." Kara added and you hummed in agreement.

"And remember that time I stole that huge red aliens thingys sword. He was ready to kill us both until your aunt showed up. His paled face was priceless when she threatened him and your father grounded us for weeks." You looked at Kara. "And I still have that sword in my apartment somewhere."

"What? No way?! You gotta show me then. That sword is epic." Kara exlaimed.

Alex raised another eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she swooped some potstickers once it was set on the table by the waiter, waiting until he left.l before saying.

"Oh now we have a sword stealing Kryptonian too? Now I wonder how your parents putted up with the two of you." Alex joked while Kara smiled again at her.

"Oh maybe I should talk about the punk pace you went through in highschool." Kara smirked before putting a potsticker in her mouth as Alex glared at her, a light pink dusting her cheeks.

"Cool, tell me Kar." You sneaked a glance at Alex, thinking that the tiny blush on her cheeks make her look adorable.

"No! Don't talk about that. That was years ago and embarrassing." Alex tried to stop her sister but alas Kara just went on and told the whole story as Alex tried to hide in embarrassment.

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Hey guys! I'm sorry for not updating in a long long time. I just thought I'd post this part for ya guys for reading and please excuse the many typos and spelling, I haven't read through this yet because I'm going away on a long vacation and I'm getting everything ready. Not sure when I'll start with a part 7 but I really hope you guys enjoy this part.

#alex danvers imagines #kara danvers imagines #alex danvers x reader #kara danvers x reader #supergirl imagine

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dreamsimp · 4 years ago

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ballrooms and butterflies

a little something i wrote

@doodlerage helped me edit it <3

there he was, his best friend, halfway across the gorgeous substantial "ballroom", with a huge grin on his pretty face. dream could get used to seeing the brown-eyed boy in this lighting. it was like he was radiating a soft golden glow. blue looks really good on him, dream thought, even though it was just his tie that was blue. regardless, the brunet looked absolutely stunning. it gave dream butterflies.

"george!" dream cried out as the two ran to meet and almost collide in the middle of humongous gym. "i thought you were going to stand me up," he stated jokingly, out of breath, a great smile on his faintly freckled face.

george threw his left hand up to cover his heart in mock offense. "oh, i would never," he laughed out, an equally large beam on his lips.

"shall we?" dream asked, offering the crook of his arm for george to take, the former bowing slightly.

george hooked their arms together before saying, "we shall."

it didn't take too long for the two men to arrive at their group of friends on the other side of the room, who were already dancing to the music, hands on hips and shoulders.

while sapnap and karl were jokingly twirling each other around, dipping each other and laughing like little school girls, bad and skeppy were genuinely entranced with one another, bad's hands curled around the slightly shorter's waist and the latter's hands interlocked behind bad's neck, the two staring lovingly into each other's eyes as they swayed steadily.

karl was the first out of the to couples to notice the two best friends join their group, shouting a, 'hey guys!' as he was dipped backwards by sapnap, looking at the two boys from upside down with a broad smirk on his face.

"hi!" dream greeted, george giving a small hello and direct wave with his vacant arm.

dream turned his attention over to skeppy and bad, the two still basically on top of each other, and smirked. "i see you guys are having fun," he said, receiving laughs and snickers from the other couple and the boy beside him.

"yeah, we are having fun," skeppy said, his voice sounding slightly offended. "got a problem with that, dream?"

"no, no, of course not," dream replied. "you guys are cute, keep doin' whatever you were doin'," he added with a genuine smile, catching bad's cheeks paint a dark pink as skeppy grabbed his hand gently, muttering a 'c'mon, love' so only bad could hear as he led him further away from the group, a content grin on his face.

"okay," sapnap started once the the skephalo couple was out of their auditory range. "while they go, like, eye-fuck or something, y'all wanna go dance?"

"oh, heck yeah!" karl shouted excitedly while pumping his fist in the air, dream and george also giving joyous shouts of approval.

dream and sapnap each pulled their dates closer to the middle of the dance floor, nearing towards tommy and tubbo who were just having a friendly conversation.

"hey guys!" sapnap accosted the two freshman boys, the other three giving shorter greetings and hellos with little smiles.

"hello sapnap!" tommy greeted back obnoxiously.

"hello, guys," tubbo said happily with a small grin.

"are y'all enjoying yourselves?" karl asked, shaking tubbo's hand ecstatically as they hadn't ever officially met before then.

"yeah!" tubbo replied. "we're just chillin'."

"yeah, we were just over there with wilbur and nihachu," tommy added, throwing his thumb over his shoulder in the general direction of their friends. "yeah, but then they started making goo-goo eyes at each other and it got really weirdchamp, so we left," he finished, an awkward toothy grin plastered on his face.

"yeah, they were definitely flirting," tubbo stated, struggling to use tommy's shoulder as an arm rest.

"yeah, they do that," george sighed jokingly as he laughed a little, his arm still hooked tightly with dream's as if he didn't want him to let go. which he undoubtedly was not going to do, not any time soon, at least.

"well, anyway, we're probably gonna go dance now, right guys?" dream ensured with his friends, and they all gave nods or quick 'yeah's of approval.

"okay, you do that. big t and i are probably going to the snack bar, does anyone want anything?" tommy concluded.

"i'll take some chocolate raisins, if they have any," george spoke up.

tommy sighed. "you are so weird, georgenotfound," he shook his head disapprovingly, grabbing tubbo's forearm from his shoulder, the latter giving a short wave of farewell with his unoccupied arm as tommy dragged him towards the food area.

"you are so weird, georgenotfound," the texan mocked once the children were out of ear-shot, receiving short laughs from the other boys.

"okay, can we actually go dance now?" george asked eagerly.

"damn, george, you want to dance with him that much, huh?" sapnap asked, nodding his head at dream, the latter just chuckling softly and staring fondly at the older boy beside him.

"shut up," the shortest of the group mumbled, heat rising to his pale cheeks as he ducked his head to his shoulders out of embarrassment.

"c'mon, sap, my love," karl declared dramatically after a few moments of silence between the group. "come dance with me!" and with that, he led sapnap further away from dream and george, the latter two now alone.

"they're so weird and in love," dream wheezed noisily, unconsciously tugging george impossibly closer.

"are they even dating?" george asked, brows furrowed.

"i don't think so but they might as well be," dream chuckled before unhooking their arms, disappointment noticeably flashing in george's eyes until dream bowed dramatically, offering his hand in front of the brit. "may i have this dance?" he asked, looking up at the boy in front of him, his eyes sparkling with something george didn't recognize in his friend.

"you may," george said almost hesitantly, beaming nervously from ear to ear, taking dream's hand gingerly.

and as soon as their hands touched, dream withdrew his own and placed it on one side of george's waist, only to pull it back again and rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

"i don't, heh, i don't actually know how to dance," he chuckled nervously. "i didn't think i'd get this far." he seized george's hand once again and gently rubbed his thumb over his knuckles.

"i don't either, here," george said, taking a firmer grip on dream's hand and placing it back on his waist, his other hand moving to hold dream's.

"well, it seems to me like you know what you're doing," the taller smirked.

"well, i-.. i took some sort of dance classes a couple years back," george told the american timorously. "i don't remember much but i kind of know what to do. here, just- sway, i think?" he finished, occasionally taking short steps back and to the side, leading the dance.

"wait, that's actually pretty cool george," dream said. "what type of dancing did you learn?"

"um, like, ballroom, contemporary, and, uh, one more that i can't seem to remember at the moment." he did remember. he learnt ballet, he just didn't feel like being teased or made fun of just then.

"dude, george, that's really cool!" dream said in awe. the thought of george genuinely being able to dance and be good at it was extremely attractive to dream. it sent a tornado of butterflies through his stomach and his cheeks colored a light shade of pink.

dream suddenly got a spark of confidence and decided to take one of george's hands and twirl him once and dip him; successfully, might i add. dream caught the older's cheeks turn a slight pinkish at his antics and the former smiled softly to himself. george looked fucking astonishing to dream and he was completely entranced by his glowing beauty. dream couldn't keep his eyes off the golden shining boy in front of him.

"hey, george," dream whispered once their dancing slowed back to swaying gently. "you- you look good in a suit," he told the other, largely grinning as his eyes gleamed with confidence.

george made a face of playful disgust. "thanks, dream," he said, voice just quieter than normal.

dream just chuckled and wheezed the way he does and george couldn't help but join in. dream's laugh was just too contagious.

"oh my god, look," dream was now looking distantly to the left, eyes glued to sapnap and karl. the latter of which was bent over backwards, dipped by sapnap who kissed him right on the mouth.

"oh my god, that's disgusting!"

"disgusting?"

"yeah they're, like, making out!"

"george, it was just a normal short kiss. HEY SAPNAP!" dream called. sapnap looked in their direction at the yell of his name. dream only winked and gave him a supportive thumbs up to which sapnap rolled his eyes, his cheeks coloring furiously and karl only giggling nervously, a huge grin on his face.

"aww, look at them," dream said adoringly. "they've never kissed before, right?"

"no, just, like, joking flirting and stuff," the shorter replied. "i'm pretty sure at least."

"yeah, well, i guess it wasn't joking because they just fucking kissed!"

"yeah, good for them."

a few moments of silence and then, "hey," from dream. at this george brought his stare to dreams eyes. "i just wanted to, um, thank you for," he cleared his throat nervously, "y'know, coming to the dance with me," the boy finished.

"oh, yeah, of course," george said, giving dream a soft smile. "you're my best friend, who else would i go with?"

"well, yeah, but we aren't together or anything so you still could've gone with someone else."

"well.. i didn't want to go with anyone else," george said, quiet and nervous.

"awww, you wanted to go with meee?" dream wheezed softly.

"oh, shut up," the brunet said, slapping one of dream's arms and joining in with his laughter.

"um, george," dream spoke up tentatively after their giggles subsided, avoiding george's gaze as he gently rubbed circles into the brunet's hip with his thumb subconsciously. "i kinda wanna tell you something."

at this, george got nervous, butterflies fluttering rapidly in his tummy. "w-what is it?" the chocolate eyed man asked anxiously.

dream hesitated momentarily, chewing his bottom lip softly.

"dream, c'mon, you're making me nervous."

"no, no, don't worry," he quickly assured his friend. "it's nothing bad, i promise."

george let out an anxious sigh of relief. "whew, okay, good," he said.

"so, um.." he brought his hand back to his neck rubbing it once, then letting it slide down to the collar of his shirt, gingerly messing with it. "you wont think differently of me right?"

"no, i would never," george promised.

dream hesitated a little longer, opening his mouth every few moments only to close it again, trying to figure out how to put this into words.

"well..?" george persisted.

"hey, don't rush me, i am gathering courage, leave me alone," he half chuckled

"okay, sorry, sorry," george apologized, raising one hand as if to surrender.

a few more moments of delay and then-

"i- i think i like guys," dream blurted. "guys, also. like as in addition to liking girls. i like both. i like guys and girls-" fuck, he was rambling now. "i'm bi."

george placed a gentle hand on the other's shoulder, looking him softly in the eyes, jade meeting chocolate. "dream," he said firmly but comfortingly. "that's great."

"holy shit, thank god," dream breathed, resting his hand on top of george's that was on his shoulder and letting his head drop gently onto george's shoulder, his eyes closing. "you have no idea how much that took, oh my god.. thank you, george."

"yeah, duh, you think i wouldn't support you? you're my best friend!"

"thanks, george."

"yeah, guess what?"

"what?"

"i also like guys. but only guys. i'm gay."

dream lifted his head from the other's shoulder and grabbed both of george's shoulders excitedly, a broad grin on his rosy tinted face. "george, holy shit that's awesome!" george only smiled brighter, a sight dream thought could never get old to him. a sight that sends enormous waves of butterflies through his tummy every time he sees it.

"also, george," he began, a little more hushed than before.

"there's an also?!" george shouted to which dream wheezed obnoxiously and told him to calm down.

"yes, george," told the brunet. "i- i think i'm in love with you."

george's eyes widened. "holy shit."

"'holy shit'?" dream parroted, his brows furrowed. "is- is that a good 'holy shit' or a bad 'holy shit'?"

"its a good 'holy shit', what the fuck, dream, you love me back?"

"love you back..." dream repeated absentmindedly. "holy shit!" and suddenly dream had george's face in both of his hands and they were barely an inch apart. dream bit his lip gingerly before saying, "can i please kiss you?" as he tilted george's head up ever so slightly with the knuckle of his index finger. dream's voice was full of love and adoration and george just about melted right then and there.

"oh my god, please," george whispered, his breath mingling with dream's.

and right as their lips were about to touch-

"HELLO GEORGENOTFOUND, I HAve your- holy shit, what did we just walk into, tubbo?"

"tommy, oh my god, you've gotta be kidding me!" dream shouted at the younger boy after him and george quickly pulled away from each other as if they were teenagers being caught in the act.

"uhh, sorry big d," tommy apologized awkwardly, tubbo smacking a hand to his face and groaning.

"tommy, i told you we shouldn't have come over here yet, they were having a moment!" tubbo scolded his friend, gesturing to the two older men with one arm.

"i, uh, have your chocolate raisins if you still want them, george," he ignored his significantly shorter friend's words as he shoved the bag of raisins into george's hand and was ultimately ushered away by tubbo.

"fucking children, my god," dream said, smacking the palm of his hand into his forehead, george staying silent, the latter's cheeks painting a furious shade of pink out of embarrassment. "they always ruin shit, like oh my god, like, did they not even see us before they came over here? what the-"

"come here, you idiot," george finally said, wrapping his arms around dream's neck as their lips collided, softly yet passionately.

the amount of times dream had gotten butterflies whenever george smiled that big dumb grin of his at him or when he laughed really hard from something stupid dream did, none of those times came even close to comparing to the size of the swarm of butterflies that were in his stomach at this moment.

george wasn't a bad kisser, no, not at all. dream would say he was quite good at it, in fact. the shorter's lips were slightly chapped yet still so soft against dream's. his lips tasted somewhat minty from what dream assumed was mint gum or something that the brunet had been chewing earlier. dream felt like his head was full of fuzz and his stomach was full of butterflies doing gymnastics in there. it was as if he was floating. he felt tingles in every bit of skin that was touching george, those areas he was extremely hyperaware of. dream never wanted this moment to end, but sadly people needed to breathe.

dream reluctantly pulled away after a few moments once he could feel his lungs burning from the lack of air flow. "woah," he breathed before pecking george's lips one last time; short and sweet.

"woah, indeed-"

"WOOOO!"

"HELL YEAH, FINALLY, OH MY GOD!"

"were you two watching the whole fucking time!?" george yelled at karl and sapnap, the latter two giggling like a couple of fucking school girls.

"uhm," sapnap muttered.

"well, technically, not the whole time," karl said. "just while y'all were making out."

"oh my god, have either of you heard of privacy?" dream shouted, exasperated.

"well, you guys watched us kiss!" sapnap remarked. "this was payback!"

"payback- you are such a nimrod, sapnap!" george said, throwing his hands in the air.

eventually, karl and sapnap walked off, saying something about going off to go find skeppy and bad, while dream and george just sort of stood next to each other as close as close can get, hand in hand. dream was slowly rubbing circles into george's small hand when the shorter suddenly turned to him, his eyes full of hope and love.

"boyfriends?" he asked, tentatively pulling their interlocked hands up so they were in both of the boys' field of vision.

"hmmm, i dunno, you're kind of smelly," dream replied though there was no bite to his words.

"please?"

dream had no choice but to accept; george was just too fucking cute. "you can't do that, otherwise i won't ever be able to say no to you," dream told the boy, slowly inching his face closer, his unoccupied hand coming up to cradle the back of the brit's neck.

"and that's a bad thing?" he asked, a knowing look in his eyes.

dream gently pressed their foreheads together. "not necessarily, if it makes you happy," the blond smirked, watching the boy in front of him turn bright red.

"shut up, that's so mushy, oh my god," he said closing his eyes and sticking his tongue out.

"boop!" dream giggled after giving a quick peck to the smaller's nose.

"you're such an idiot," he said, as if it was a term of endearment. but who's to say it wasn't for them?

"i'm your idiot, though."

"yeah," george muttered, so only dream could hear, squeezing the other's hand just a little tighter and leaning his head on his shoulder. yeah, this definitely gave him butterflies.

#dreamnotfound #tommy and tubbo are there too #karlnap #side ship tho #a little skephalo #also side ship #i think my favorite bits are when tommy and tubbo are there #i swear my writing has gotten better since i last posted a oneshot #please #actually pretty proud of this

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fortheloveoffanfic · 5 years ago

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Put Me In a Movie

Keanu Reeves x Reader. Requested (A/n- I know huge age gaps aren’t for everyone, but alas, it is the bases of this series. Warnings will be included on a chapter by chapter basis. This is sort of a half chapter to set the tone between the two, next week, things are bumped up a few notches. For more info, you can heck out the series summary here)

Prologue

“Stop doing that,” Walter warned as he sank down next to her on the plush grey sofa in the private waiting room. They were in Los Angeles, at a popular studio; Y/n had recently gotten a part in an action film, where she’d play a nurse who had found a rogue C.I.A operative bleeding out near her apartment. It was seemingly your run of the mill; young girl getting caught up with an older guy, damsel in distress, high action movie, but her agent; Walter thought it would be a good way to transition onto the big screen as the television show that she starred in came to a close after six seasons.

Y/n’s head snapped up, turning to face him, her eyes wide, “Doing what? I’m not doing anything!” She frowned, though she knew exactly what he was talking about; Y/n hand been wringing her fingers since they were in the car, on the way to the studio. Walter had been her manager since she started her career at sixteen and knew her almost as well as her own father; he could tell when she was doing one of her nervous ticks, even the subtle ones.

The graying man chuckled, offering her one of the disposable cups filled with coffee, which might not have been the best choice of beverage when one was already vibrating with nervous anticipation, “Here, drink this. And try not to spill anything on that top; Grace,” her stylist, “Will kill us both if you do.”

“I won’t,” Y/n grumbled, “I’m not a kid, you know,” she rolled her eyes, bringing the scalding hot latte to her lips.

“Relax,” Walter went on, “I know,” he sighed, drinking from his own coffee before he continued, “I guess I’m nervous too, my wife says that I micro-manage when I’m nervous.”

At that, Y/n chuckled and slowly, the knot in her stomach starting to loosen, “She’s right. The last time we were here you kept asking me if I was sure I wasn’t cold.”

“It was raining and the A.C was on,” he defended, “What the hell is taking them so long?” Walter grumbled lowly after a couple minutes.

“We’re early,” Y/n reminded, “There’s still,” she glanced at her phone in her lap, “Fifteen minutes.”

Sighing again, Walter didn’t respond, opting to deal with a few emails on his own phone; getting back to other clients and organizing her appearances for the week.

Keanu stood, near his car, smoking a cigarette while browsing through the excerpt of the script that they were using that morning. He had already read it through a couple times earlier that week but wanted to be sure that he had everything right. The scene was supposed to be the one where his character would meet his co-star’s; Y/n Y/l/n.

Prior to that day, Keanu had heard of the young girl and had seen her on television interviews in passing. Up until then, she had starred in drama series called Behind Lipstick which chronicled the life of a young model combating struggles with addiction, her mental health issues and the pressure of fame in the superficial world she lived in. Keanu himself had never watched the series but his sisters loved it and Y/n had even won a few Emmy's and Golden Globes for her performance.

The film was supposed to be her introduction to the ‘movie’ side of things and while Keanu was excited and honored to star alongside her what was to be a milestone in her career, finding out that she was also supposed to be his love interest in the movie was still something that he was having trouble getting used to. She was just so young; twenty-two seemed so far away from fifty-five. “Hollywood has a daddy kink,” is what his agent had said when Keanu had first found out and while he could certainly see the appeal, he wasn’t sure if working with a woman that young was his wisest move.

“Keanu!” Someone called from behind him, and he shook off his thoughts as the familiar female voice grew closer, “They’re almost ready to start.”

It was his agent Eleanor, a woman just about his age, who Keanu had worked with for most of his career, “Yeah, okay,” Keanu pushed off the side of his black Porsche, tossing the stub of his smoke to the ground stomping it out with the toe of his worn boot. At an unhurried pace, Keanu shoved his phone into his pocket, joining Eleanor as she headed back towards the large building in the near distance.

“Are you ready?” Walter asked quietly, close to Y/n’s ear as they took their seats at the long, varnished table. The conference room that the director had instructed them to meet at was a large one, with floor to ceiling windows that let the bright L.A sunshine in, the hint of warmth mellowing out the air-conditioning. It was a huge contrast from the window-less, flat-toned minimalist room that Y/n had auditioned in a few months prior.

“Of course,” Y/n nodded, shifting in the cushions of the leather chair. Laid out in the center table were several varieties of refreshments; hot water and over turned cups for tea and coffee, and a selection of finger foods. Though everything looked inviting, Y/n wouldn’t say it out loud, but she was far to nervous to eat and was certain that any more coffee would have her bouncing off the walls.

Closer to the edges of the table, nearer to the seats; were copies of the script along with pencils. Not too long after Y/n and Walter had taken their place, an older woman in a well-fitting pale pink skirt suit, her heels clicking softly of the black tiles, entered. Close behind her, a taller man with dark hair falling just past his ears walked in, looking like every sin in a movie where the girl next door falls in love with the older man who just moved in; wearing a sport coat over the plain black t-shirt and dark jeans. Keanu fucking Reeves. He was still wearing his sunglasses, though the minute he walked in, he removed them, hooking the Prada shades on the ‘v’ of his t-shirt.

For some reason, though Y/n knew that they’d be in the movie together, she was still a little in awe of his presence at their scheduled table read. ‘Awe’ that Walter would argue was vastly misplaced; she had earned her place in Hollywood and through she hadn’t been in the business for as long as Keanu had , certainly her status should have granted her some immunity to being star-struck. If only that were true.

Quietly, greetings were exchanged and to her surprise, Keanu took the seat directly to her left, shifting awkwardly to offer his hand, “Keanu,” he said briskly.

I know were the words she almost stuttered, but thankfully, she was able to sum up enough courage and push away her initial ‘breathless wonder’ and coolly return, “Y/n, it’s nice to meet you,” she smiled politely. Keanu’s hand was large, easily swallowing hers up and was rougher than she expected, though the little embrace was still warm, welcoming and seemed genuine.

At that, Keanu returned her smile with a faint one of his own, “The pleasure is mine,” he assured her. So he really was as humble as they said.

The end of their introduction was met with a bout of awkward silence; Y/n was too shy to initiate a conversation and Keanu couldn’t think of a thing that he’d have to talk about with a girl her age. When the director; Jackson Gardener, a known name in the genre, walked in, they both straightened in their seats and quickly, another round of introductions were exchanged.

Sinking into his seat, Jackson glanced between the two, pushing up his black-framed glassed up onto the bridge of his nose with the joint of his thumb. Jackson’s whitish-grey hair stuck out widely on all sides, looking severely wind tousled and his beard seemed to be overgrown. “I see you two have met,” he said, gruff and absent, shoving up the sleeves of his charcoal sweater, “Good,” he nodded, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get into this.”

Y/n’s lips quivered; was he really just going to get started, no setting the scene, no background on their roles and not even a hint of what he was expecting from them? She was about to speak up, ask a question or two, when, surprisingly, Keanu put a tentative palm on her jean clad thigh, his eyes barely meeting hers as if to say, ‘its not worth it.’

Sucking in a nervous breath, Y/n nodded slightly in understanding, grateful that Keanu had possibly just saved her skin. Even after he moved his hand, the warmth of it lingered on Y/n’s leg and she had to fight the feeling that came with the thought of Keanu’s hands on her. Y/n wondered if every other woman who had come in contact with him felt like that. Trying to ignore the whole thing, she picked up the script and tried to immerse herself in the role, hoping that her flustered feelings weren’t seeping through.

Thankfully, the table read was over in just under and hour and while Jackson’s praises were limited and were delivered with his same stoic tone and un-meeting eyes, he had been kind enough to let everyone go shortly after it was over, with promises that they’d all meet in the near future on location.

Y/n was a few paces behind Walter in the parking lot when someone jogged up beside her, his long legs easily bringing him into pace with her steps; Keanu. “Hey,” he said, an she nearly jumped.

For the briefest second, Walter slowed down to turn round and look at them, though, quickly dismissing his concern when he saw it was Keanu. “Hey,” Y/n tried to smile, combating the reappearance of her nerves, “Uh....what’s up?” She couldn’t believe that he was speaking to her. Why was he speaking to her?

Keanu’s hands were in his pockets and his sunglasses blocked out the sun from his eyes, not mention adding to his cool, suave appearance. How could one man be afforded the opportunity to look that good in his fifties?

He towered over her, though Y/n supposed it was because she had opted to pair her light-washed ripped jeans and stylish button up with flat pumps, not aiding her small stature. Maybe it was because she was so nervous, or maybe it was just a part his nature that didn’t translate through the camera during interviews, but Keanu seemed more confident that she’d thought he’d be, seemingly not noticing what a nervous mess he was making of her.

Removing one hand from his pocket to rake his nails through his short beard, Keanu thought on his words for a moment, before he eventually spoke again, “I just wanted to let you know; working with Jackson is gonna be a little tough; he can be kind of an asshole sometimes,” that was something she had quickly caught on to, “But don’t let him spook you, he’s really just one of those ‘crazed artist types’; lots of talk, loads of talent, but sometimes his head is so far up his ass that he forgets that he’s working with actual people,” at that, Keanu chuckled quietly, “The point is; don’t let him get to you. And if you wanna talk, I’d be happy to listen.”

They were approaching a black SUV and Walter was already waiting at the back door for Y/n, though, she knew that he’d give her the space that she needed. “Sure,” Y/n blushed despite herself, “Thanks.”

“No problem, why don’t you take my number, and I’ll take yours?” Keanu had already gotten his phone out and Y/n took a minute to do the same. Briefly, they exchanged devices and by extension; contacts. “Alright,” Keanu determined, reclaiming his cell, “Well, I've gotta get going, but I’ll see you around Y/n,” he quickly patted her shoulder and was already turning to walk off before she could muster up a dumbfounded goodbye.

She had just traded numbers with the Keanu Reeves.

It was about to be an eventful three months.

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Chapter VII: Party of Four (Three) - Part II

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“Let’s do it!”

“Aren’t we eager.” Noctis laughed at his friends words, as well as his cheeks turning a light shade of pink every time Aranea made a step closer to the blond.

“Those guys your friends or something?” Prompto asked, head turning slightly to look at her.

“You appear to be on good terms.” Ignis agreed.

“Who? Biggs and Wedge?” the names caught Six’s attention, eyebrows frowning a little at the sound of them, an old memory making its appearance inside her mind before Aranea continued, “They’re more ‘subordinates’ than they are ‘friends’, but I trust them all the same.”

“Hm?” Noctis noticed his Glaive’s expression, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Six answered, drawn back to the here and now, “I used to know a couple of people by those names.”

“Old friends?”

“Yeah… feels like a lifetime ago.” she smiled before continuing on.

“Man, how far does this go?” Prompto sighed, already tired of going down the stairs.

“Yet a ways still.” Ignis answered, fixing his glasses at the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, finally! Man I thought it’d never end!” the blond was happy to see flat ground once again, “The people here. They must’ve been fit.”

“Keep that in mind for when we get out of here, sunshine.” Six laughed at his exasperated sigh, “We’ll have to go up again to get out.”

“Oh, man… Huh? Er… who left the lights on? Maybe the owners are still home?”

“No?” a shiver run down Noctis’ spine at the idea, the feeling showing in his voice.

“Keep your cool.” Six calmed both of them, “You’ve got this.”

“I doubt we can expect a warm welcome.” Aranea was ready for anything that would jump out of any corner.

“Indeed. Stay sharp.” Ignis agreed.

“You think it’s an ambush?” Prompto’s voice still trembled a little at the thought.

“Perhaps.” the Advisor stated.

“Of course.” Six sighed at the sight of the aforementioned ambush as half a dozen Skeletons appeared around the corned in the room they had just walked in.

With the combined skills of everyone and a couple of high jumped attacks from Aranea, the deamons were dealt with quickly.

“Damn you’re a badass, Aranea.” Prompto complimented, but the commander seemed unimpressed, “Aw, thanks.”

“Oh, man… all of these rooms.”

“Hey, don’t wander off!” Noctis scolded the blond before looking at his Glaive, her eyes already hopping from one opening to the next.

“This way.” Six instructed, moving with confidence through one of the four halls around them.

“This place has seen better days.” Ignis eyed the cracks in the walls and ceiling.

“So basically, it could fall on our head without warning?”

“There will be a warning, sunshine, but you’ll have to stay close to listen to it.”

The next room was something out of a dream. Like an inverted picture, there was water above their heads where the ceiling should be and above that… fish; swimming around like in a pond.

The whole company stopped dead in their tracks to stare up in awe.

“Beautiful beyond words...” Ignis was the first to speak.

“Look up!” Prompto gawked, tagging on Six’s elbow and pointing up with his finger before reaching for his camera, “Wait, what? Does this mean we’re underwater? Whoa. There’s even fish!”

“The hell is this place?” Noctis joined in, lips parted as his eyes wandered.

“Can we truly be submerged?” Ignis looked at his friend for answers but she only winked at him, smile stretching on her lips. She wasn’t going to answer.

“It does seem harder to breathe.” Prompto gasped.

“It’s not, Prom. Don’t loose your head.” The Glaive finally spoke, giggling at his imagination.

“Gladio is seriously missing out.”

“Probably not his thing.”

“Now, now,” Ignis half-scolded the two, “you can never tell.”

As if by the sound of his name, Six felt a burning sensation, sliding across her torso, clutching onto her shirt and trying not to make a sound in order not to worry the others. Aranea was the only one to catch up on it while the others kept talking and moving ahead.

“You alright?” she asked, making her way closer to the Glaive. A hint of worry behind her words.

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s over now.” Six smiled warmly, her mind traveling to Gladio. Could it be he got hurt? It was the same feeling she got when he acquired the scar on his face.

“Above us!” Now was not the time!

After taking care of the deamons falling from above, the company followed Ignis to a narrow ledge, with Six and Noctis going first before it was Prompto’s turn.

“Can I just-”

“It’ll hold you, sunshine.”

“Famous last words.” Ignis teased before leading the blond and moving after him.

“Really?” Six laughed at him, teasing Prompto had become a fun way to calm him for the Advisor.

“Could not help myself.”

Every way they went, every hall they passed and every corned they turned the deamons kept appearing and attacking, making finding their way around the dungeon’s tunnels take longer that they would’ve liked.

“Deamons.” Aranea sighed, “’Till death do us part.”

“Practicing your vows?” Six commented, making the commander huff a laugh, “The army swore their oaths a long time ago.”

“What does the empire seek here?” Ignis joined their conversation.

“Specimens- and we’re stuck harvesting them.”

“Specimens?”

“Deamons.”

“So what’s all this about the army and deamons?” Prompto butted in as well.

“What do you think it is?” Aranea raised her eyebrow at him.

“Nice! I love guessing games.”

“Turns out the empire makes weapons out of them.” she finally gave in.

“Weapons?”

“Yeah. I’m sure you’ve seen your share by now. Something not quite right with the empire lately.”

Six immediately thought of the Diamond Weapon back at the outskirts of Insomnia. “It’s not just lately.”

“True. Maybe it’s time I left.” the commander sighed.

“Really? What would you do if you left the army?” Prompto asked with great interest.

“Whatever I want. I was a mercenary once. Maybe I’ll round up my men and hunt deamons for cash?”

“That’s a… heck of a plan.”

“It beats working for the empire, any day.” Six thought out loud, eyes looking forward.

“What about the empire strikes you as ‘not quite right’?” Ignis was the one to lay the question this time.

“The emperor and new high commander, for starters.” Aranea answered simply, “Then there’s that charmer of a Chancellor. I really can’t stand that guy.”

“That makes two of us.” Six laughed.

“Three.” Noctis was heard again after a long while.

“Could’ve fooled me. He seems to be quite… fond of you both.” her words made the Prince and the Glaive exchange a couple of disgusted looks.

“Is it safe?” Prompto scanned the room of bridges, seeing as at least one of them seemed broken.

“Not everything is gonna-” Noctis’ sentence was cut off by his fall. Their weight bringing the bridge he walked on down, along with his Glaive, arms already around him, protecting his head. “Shit!”

“Are you alright?” Ignis yelled down before following. The height wasn’t that high so everyone landed safely.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Noctis looked once at Ignis and twice at Six, sweat covering her eyebrow as the pain in her chest hadn’t calmed yet, “Are you-”

“That way.” the Glaive pointed, not meeting his eyes.

“How can you tell?” Prompto asked, completely unaware of his friend’s realization.

“It’s the only way?” Six laughed, showing him how the rest of the doorways were shut.

The blond rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, chuckling awkwardly before following her.

“Smell that?”

“Smell what?” Noctis answered his friend casually.

“Treasure. The nose knows, dude.”

“Did your nose know about that?” Six warped, attacking the deamons in front of them as the rest followed suit.

The company made their way back to the top, the hall leading to the treasure room quickly blocked by an Iron Giant, driving his gigantic sword down on Noctis before Six covered him, the bridge under them breaking on impact.

“Here comes the big one!” Prompto yelled, making his way down to cover his friends, followed by Ignis and Aranea.

“Right on cue.” the Adviser helped the Glaive up, eyes silently asking if she was alright to move on.

“Saw that one comin’.” she nodded, attacking the Giant alongside Noctis and Aranea while Ignis and Prompto cleared out the minor deamons gathering around, “And it’s got friends!”

Just like with the machine at the Imperial blockade, Six ordered Noctis and Aranea to attack from above, all three attacking at once and bringing the beast down with hits on its shoulders and spine.

“How’s everyone?” Aranea asked as the Giant faded into smoke.

“Good.”

“How about you?” Prompto asked.

“Just chipper.”

“So tired.” Noctis sighed.

“Stomach’s rumbling.” the blond agreed with his friend’s mood.

“Come on.” Six answered, her own tiredness showing in her eyes, “We still got a ways to go.”

“Agh, never too many stairs.” Prompto let his head fall backwards, getting tired just by looking at them, before signing and making his friends chuckle, “Stairs they go on, forever they go on, on and on and on...”

“He’s gone.” Noctis laughed.

“A way across.” Ignis commented once they had finally left the labyrinth behind them. The water above their heads being the only clearing they’d seen in a while.

“Let me guess… we cross.”

“Good idea.”

“I get you’re tired.” Six placed her hand on the blonds shoulder, making him look at her, “But treasure is just up ahead.”

“It is?” his eyes sparkled up a little at the thought, making the Glaive chuckle before pointing at her nose and repeating his own words, “The nose knows, dude.”

“Ooh, spacious.” Prompto commented on the width of the enormous hall in front of them after they made their way out of yet another set of crossroads, “There’s soooo gonna be a big nasty here.”

“There is.” the Glaive’s voice was calm, even though her katana was already summoned and unsheathed.

“How do you-”

“I see it.” she used the edge of her sword to guide everyone's eyes at the Quetzalcoatl. The flying reptile making everyone on its sights and crushing down behind them with a loud roar.

“What’s our plan, Six?” Noctis ordered, weapon at the ready.

“Forget about lightning! Iggy, ice. I need you to-”

“But of course!” Ignis accepted her orders before she even had time to finish them, instructing Prompto to follow him with his gun so they could keep the beast from flying around and avoiding the rest of the party’s attacks.

“Noct, Aranea, with me. We break its wings keep it down.”

“Right.” the two nodded, getting ready to follow the plan.

“Keep moving! Don’t let it target you with its beak and if you feel the hair on your neck stand run away! It will use lightning!”

“Got it!” Noctis yelled before warping first, landing the first blow.

Everyone followed the Glaive’s instructions, Ignis using Blizzara spells to freeze the beast’s wings as Prompto kept shooting it in the face, disorienting it. Aranea made her way to the back, noticing how the monster was slow to react from a hit from behind and Six, with Noctis’ help kept warping around, hitting specific spots on the beasts wings until it couldn’t fly around any more.

Aranea was the one to have the last hit this time. Using her technique. High jumping in the air above it and bringing her lance down with extreme momentum, killing the beast instantly.

“Woohoo! We’re alive!” Prompto jumped, following Ignis to the rest of the company, “Let’s celebrate by eating something dead!”

“Not too shabby.” Aranea congratulated the company for their skills and team work.

“Hey,” Six breathed, energy drained by the overuse of her warping skill, “Check this out.” she got down on one knee to grab it. The Mythril ore shining brightly in her hand as she threw it up and caught it again mid-air, “Got it.”

“That concludes our business here.” Ignis smiled at her tired state, passing her an ether potion, so she could calm down a little faster before they had to make their way back through the ruins.

“Say, commodore...” Six spoke after breaking the vial.

“Aranea.” the commander corrected the Glaive.

“You said the empire uses deamons to make ‘weapons’?”

“Listen- you’ve seen Magitek troopers, right?”

“MTs.” Noctis joined in.

“They’re born from daemons, in a lab.” Aranea explained.

Six’s heart fell to the floor. Eyes darting to the blond in her care. Mind running back to the first time she laid them on him. Running back to the day she and Cor saved him… got him to Insomnia.

Was t-

“Born from deamons...” Prompto cut her thoughts in half as he spoke, repeating Aranea’s sentence.

“Darkness is coming. If I were you, I’d watch my princely ass. Uh… ‘Kingly’ ass.”

“Will do.”

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Just A Little Bit of Your Heart (4)

Summary: Harry and Y/N are in an open relationship

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 3461 words

He sat on the foot of the bed while she fed herself with the creamy mash. His brain was going antsy with the conversation that he had overheard. “Who were you talking to?”

She hummed on a mouthful of food, “Shawn,” Although it sounded more like ‘Shom’

“What erm, what were you guys talking about?”

Y/N waved him off casually as if it was nothing, “Don’t worry about it.”

Needless to say, Harry was a bit more reluctant to invite another girl to his bed. Before hearing Y/N stumble through the front doors while tripping over her heeled feet was something that was unheard of. Harry would be l laying the nape of his neck on the soft fabric of the sofa with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, hearing her struggle over her purse and the metal keys. There were no tedious topics of what ran through his mind but overall; Y/N popped up from every corner of his brain as if to mock him that he deserved what he was feeling right now.

Harry felt disgusted; not at Y/N, but at himself. He felt worthless and guilty and he didn’t know how Y/N could stand through all his bullshit when he was doing it without saying anything as so much as a squeak. It seemed as though he had to staple his lips up every day to prevent him from saying something hurtful to her because after all--it would seem hypocritical of him to get angry at her for something that he did more-- twenty-three times more to be exact.

He wanted to scrub his body raw with the shower loofa as if thousands of bacteria littered his skin and all they wanted to do was taint him with infidelity and nip his skin to his skeleton as if it would rattle some sense into his dense mind. Of course, it was all in his head but he couldn’t stop his hand from moving aggressively, wanting to rid himself of any parts that screamed his connection with other women. Despite his efforts, the logical part of him knew that there was nothing he could do to wipe himself clean of the mistakes that he had made and repeated more times than he can count.

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Seeing Y/N walk into their bedroom after showering made a revolting taste splash through his mouth. Although she was wrapped in a soft towel, Harry could still see the purple marks on her skin, the red love bites dotted on her neck and he was briefly reminded on what she said to him only a few weeks prior about the marks on his own body.

He was so mean to her. He was vile and rude, and much more defensive than he thought possible. He didn’t have to stand up for the women who left those marks because, in retrospect, Harry didn’t care for them as much as he cared for Y/N. But he did anyway. It was Y/N all along and he can’t believe that it took him such a long time to realize it. Regardless of any way he put it, he knew deep inside that he only said those words to her because the guilt was expanding through his chest, his neck, and to his face—which he was certain was turning into a light shade of red—as if his own body couldn’t help but own up to his wrongdoings.

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It was yet another time for an award show and Harry had been itching in his pants. He and Y/N usually had rituals for these kinds of things. As cheesy as it seemed, one of them would always ask the other if they could be each other's’ date for the night. It was their thing and as unnecessary as it is--since they were both invited each and every time--someone had to do it.

But it was a slap to the face when Y/N confronted him about it one night when they were both at home. Apparently, Shawn was following in his footsteps and took a step into the movie direction, just like he did with Dunkirk. Except for him, it was a romantic comedy that starred Y/N. Harry was shocked, hell, he knew that Y/N was in the means of shooting a new film but he didn’t know it was going to be this genre—or with Shawn, for that matter.

There had been some rumors regarding Shawn and Y/N—they always kind of existed but both of them got better at ignoring it. Shawn suggested going to the red carpet together, even though she was with Harry, because not only was it inputted by their PR teams—they thought that it would be great for the movie itself. Plus, given Y/N’s current relationship with Harry, it gives him a taste of his own medicine to see her enjoying herself without someone holding her back.

——

And Y/N was right. The media did go crazy seeing Shawn by her side instead of the usual man that accompanied her. Rumors flew minutes after the red carpet walk was broadcasted and she could hear screams of anguish and happiness mixed amongst the fans when the person dressed in the black suit was revealed to be Shawn.

“So, is there any particular reason why Shawn is with you tonight? Where’s Harry?” The interviewer asked, pointing the microphone towards the both of them.

Shawn and Y/N looked at each other, silently agreeing on what they had planned previously. Y/N gave a smile before answering, “Actually, Shawn is starring in a new rom-com with me!”

He flashed his signature smirk, eyes softening to give the fans a taste of how well he could do. “We haven’t started filming yet but I’m very excited,”

The woman continued to ask questions about the upcoming film to which Shawn responded. Meanwhile, Y/N eyes wandered away to the rest of the individuals littering the area. Squeals erupted when a sleek, black car approached the venue and she just knew that it would be Harry. She smiled sadly, her eyes stinging with slight tears. There was no doubt in her mind that she missed him, but she knew that he had to learn how it felt to lose her.

The moment he stepped out of the confines of the car, Y/N swore everything turned into white noise and she seemed to have tunnel vision. He was all she could see and god, did he take her breath away. His hair was parted elegantly, his suit—a royal blue that suited his skin tone and brought out the gleaming emerald of his eyes. His pink lips were so pigmented that she could see it from where she stood. His fingernails glimmered against the bright light—pink and blue polish decorating them. Y/N could see and understand what made her fall in love with him in the first place. How gentle he was with greeting the people who came to see him—to the chauffeur that drove and opened him for the world to see with a little shy smile.

What she didn’t see coming was a skinny figure emerging, first through the dazzling diamonds encrusted on her heels, then to the emerald green nightgown that seemed to hug her figure delicately—which was strangely similar to the one Y/N wore on their first carpet appearance together. In complete disbelief of what she saw, Y/N tightened her grip on Shawn’s arm whereas Harry simply offered his own to the woman he had invited with him. What the hell is he doing?

Y/N shifted her attention back to the woman in front of her, pursing her lips in a tight-lipped smile—the cameras were still flashing. What the actual heck was her boyfriend doing right now? Granted when she told him about who her date was going to be tonight, he was a bit upset. However, she wasn't expecting him to bring a whole ass date. Her being with Shawn was great publicity to the movie and kept people speculating about their relationship, keeping their attention on them. There was no doubt that as of right not—Harry and Y/N are over. And it might as well be the truth, seeing as Harry strutted with the lady attached on the crook of his arm, looking happier than Y/N had seen him in days.

She wasn't sure if her eyes were too dilated that it made the curve on his face bigger or if he was actually having the time of his life right now. Y/N meant what she said. She really did miss Harry and she absolutely loves him with all her heart. One more glance at him and the girl had her wanting to rip him to shreds but at the same time, walk up to him and kiss him like he was hers.

Y/N didn't have to do any of the walking, though, as Harry took it upon himself to lead his body towards her. Through wishful thinking, Y/N hoped that it was because he still gravitated towards her but she knew that it was too far-fetched to even be true.

“Harry! Nice for you to join us,” The interviewer greeted the new additions. “And who is this stunning woman with you tonight?”

The woman by his side shyly smiled and Y/N wanted to slap her face impulsively. Who does she think she is?

Harry chuckled, “This is Tanya,” He looked Y/N straight in the eyes while saying, “My date.”

Y/N internally rolled her eyes, cursing him out in her head.

“Now, I'm sure everyone wants to know what’s going on here,” She spoke, raising an eyebrow. “Shawn’s here with Y/N because of their new film. What about you and Tanya?”

“I have no comment on that,” Harry gave her a smile, shutting down any advances.

“Come on! What is she to you?”

All four of them shifted uncomfortably knowing that the interview was getting into business she had no reason to be in.

“She's uh—she’s a special friend, I guess,”

“Are you saying you and Ms. Y/L/N have broken it off?” She pried, looking giddy that she might've been the first person to find out this news.

Harry whipped his head to face Y/N, nodding his head hesitantly in the heat of the moment but the damage had been done. Y/N gaped at him with a slightly opened mouth, brows furrowed in confusion at the sudden confession she had no memory of happening. They never spoke anything of a breakup and here he was subtly confirming it on national television.

“Is this true, Y/N?”

Y/N couldn’t move but she was grateful that Shawn’s lean body was there to support her paralyzed one. Common sense was spiraling down the drain—if they never spoke about it, then it must be a show. Maybe his management requested for him to do that so his image won't be ruined with rumors. Nonetheless, shouldn't have Harry talked about it with Y/N? She spoke to him about tonight. Couldn't he do the same? Or was his plan to publicly embarrass her?

She can imagine her face resembling a goldfish with bubbles popping out of its mouth and an attention span that lasted as little as the ‘break up’ conversation happened. She must look a fool, looking as if she had no recollection (and she doesn’t) and now she will be portrayed as the woman who was too clingy to let the past go. They are never going to paint him in a bad light--no--just her.

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The night continued with sympathetic glances from her celebrity friends who must've heard the news. Some even came to her, declaring their availability in her ‘need for comfort’ to which Y/N was forced to nod and swallow the huge lump in her throat because she felt like she was about to puke.

Yes, she is madly in love with Harry and it took a lot from her to even move her body in ways she only had for him. But she really wished that he talked to her about it instead of dropping a bombshell.

“Are you going to be okay?” Shawn asked, shrugging on his coat while handing Y/N hers. She nodded slipping her arms in the holes, adjusting the collar to fit her better before glancing around to find Harry. “I’ll be fine,”

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As Y/N entered the limo that was to drive them home, she was surprised, to say the least, to see Harry trampled on the leather seat, being straddled by Tanya. Both of them seemed to not notice her standing on the pavement. The empathic part of her knew that she had to prevent pictures from being captured and so—she had no choice but to scurry inside as quickly as possible, not caring much for interrupting the heated make-out session.

Y/N sat across the couple, averting her eyes somewhere else except it was impossible for her to do so. The windows were tinted dark enough so that she couldn't see the outside—all there was was a reflection of the inside of the car. She cleared her throat.

“Is she riding with us?” Y/N questioned, trying hard not to let bitterness escape her tone. She was really hoping that she could to Harry tonight. She couldn't do so because it was busy the whole evening.

Harry tilted his head over Tanya to see her, eyes widening in realization. His large hands grabbed Tanya’s waist to pry her off of his lap to which she plainly complied. However, he seemed to forget about the problem in pants, grasping the tent in an effort to hide it.

“Y/N! Wha–when did you get here?” He was breathless with eyeballs on the verge of popping out of his sockets.

“About two minutes ago,” She crossed her legs over the other, repeating her question.

“Uh yeah, she is,”

Y/N nodded, whipping out her phone and immediately texting Shawn about whatever. From the corner of her eye, she could see Harry mumble to himself, closing his eyes while shaking his head. None of them spoke for the rest of the car ride.

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“Mind explaining what happened back there?” Harry tensed, his feet chasing after Y/N who was light on her steps.

She shrugged her shoulders, muttering a “what do you mean”.

“In the car,” He continued, “You made Tanya uncomfortable. She's my guest.”

Y/N slammed her purse on the dresser, fingers pausing from the action of swiping the cotton pad across her face to remove her make up. “I'm sorry, I guess?”

He rolled his eyes, sitting himself down to remove his shoes and dress socks.

“Coulda been a little nicer,”

“You want to know what's nice, Harry?” Y/N slammed her hands flat on the wooden vanity. “You telling me that we decided to break-up! I mean, what the hell was that?”

Harry gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing from the side view Y/N could see. “I didn't even know we were ‘broken up’.”

“It was nothing. I just thought it held some truth, don't you think?” Harry quirked a lip.

“What?”

“You and Shawn,” He spat. “There's something going on between you two, isn't there?”

Y/N swore she was about to rip her hair out of her head. He was being ridiculous. “No, there isn’t,”

“That's bullshit,” Harry laughed, balling his fists.

“We’re just fucking,” Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. The skin on her forearm rubbing against the scratchy fabric of her dress. It was vulgar, but it was the truth. “Unlike you and Tanya,”

He shook his head incredulously. “It was a joke! Live a little,”

“That was not a fucking joke. That was humiliation,”

“Sorry, I didn't realize it would hurt you,” He mumbled, not sounding like he meant his words. Y/N didn't know if he was taking this seriously or not.

“Of course it would hurt me!” Her voice turning into a pitch higher to defend herself. “You think I’d just be fine with that?”

“Wouldn't know that,”

Was he seriously blaming her for this? For being hurt? She thought.

“You're an asshole,” She turned her back on him but still keeping a close eye through the mirror.

“Me? At least I don't lie,”

She was confused, “What the hell did I lie about?”

He stared at her as if the answer was plastered on his forehead, “You and Shawn!”

“There is nothing between us,”

“And I told you, I wouldn't have known because you haven't talked to me at all,” Harry stressed out his words, elongating certain syllables to emphasize his point.

“You really want to discuss talking? Then tell me why you basically told the whole world that we broke up,” She snarled. “These things are something that we talk about in private, Harry”

She took off her heels, bare feet making contact with the carpeted floor. “This is our relationship, not theirs so please—please tell me why you did that. When you knew that it would hurt me?”

Her voice progressed to a whisper the longer Y/N talked. Her figure slouching some as she became vulnerable with her feelings.

He sighed, eyes softening at her worn out appearance, “Because I was jealous,”

She pulled back, appalled at his words. Jealous? “Jealous?”

He nodded, breathing heavily through his nose as if to gather the courage to continue.

“I realized that I couldn't see you being with another guy,” He stares at her deeply while his mouth ran its course. “I couldn't see you with marks all over your skin because of him. I didn't want to imagine you being intimate the way you did with me. I couldn't handle it,”

He swallowed before continuing, “Everyday, I thought about how you must have felt when I–,” He trailed off a little, emerald orbs breaking their contact with hers. He cleared his throat, “I was so selfish and I realized that I took advantage of you,”

Y/N couldn't help but agree with him. She felt used and abused during their time together, but she was glad that he was owning up to it.

“And I was wondering why it hurt me so much,” Harry took her hands into his, pulling her closer to him. “It's because I love you, Y/N.”

“If you loved me, you wouldn't have done what you did tonight,” She spoke thoughtfully, glancing to the wall in conscious thought.

He nodded profusely, “I know, but believe me. I do,”

“You do?” She asked rhetorically.

“I do. I don't want to be with other women. I don't want to as much as taking a second glance at them. I'm happy with you, Y/N and I know that I have a lot to make up for but I'm willing to show you everything,” He pleaded with her, hands squeezing right. “Please give me another chance,”

Y/N stared at him with glossy eyes. She loves this man but she didn't know if she could handle being with him. They've been in an open relationship for too long that she didn't know if they could still be a normal couple with each other. Too many things have changed and there's no denying that some things were far too different to even be considered them.

She was using all her brain power to gather the advantages and disadvantages of the two decisions she was allowed to choose. On one hand, breaking it off with Harry would be like escaping a mob. She was so suffocated by his presence that it would be nice to break free from it and run to Shawn. He was always there for her anyway. It would be a new start for the both of them it wouldn't hurt neither parties too much because they already sort of had closure with the distance that pried them apart.

On the other, Y/N was smitten with Harry and it seemed that he was, too. There's no use throwing away something that's broken when it is only bent on the edges. And maybe that was them. Maybe all they had to do was to polish off the rough creases before their love could fulfill each other to the fullest.

Minutes of silence passed and the hope filling Harry’s eyes slowly dispersed. But he kept determined to wait for her response—not wanting to rush Y/N. But Y/N had already made up her mind.

“I want to end it.” She heaved punctually, closing her eyes as to not see his reaction.

Harry thought and for a second, his heart beamed in pure joy before pounding in worry. End it?

“You mean the open relationship?” Harry asked, “Or us?”

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Ch 10 So You Wanna Spin

Max swings open the bright red motel door with a welcome door knocker with an orange chili pepper wearing a sombrero on it. His eyes try to make sense of what he is seeing and he loses his grip on his suitcase in surprise. The room is a lot. Liz’s mouth gapes open as she takes in the shades of white, red, orange and yellow in chili peppers on every visible surface- from the carpet to the wall paper to the comforter on the bed.

Max takes a tentative step into the room and a few chords of a popular Red Hot Chili Peppers song ring out. “What the heck?” Max looks around, confused. He takes a step back into the cement hallway, then a steps forward back into the room.

“Give it away, give it away, now!” The Red Hot Chili Peppers ring out once again and Liz giggles.

“The room is trying to give us a hint.” Liz smirks at Max, rolling her pink suitcase into the room. It is the ugliest thing she has ever seen and she is absolutely obsessed with the dedication it took to make it look that way. Not one object in the room isn’t pepper themed.

“Do you think all the rooms are like this? Surely they have multiple sets of pepper sheets” Max eyes the motel sheets worriedly. He usually stays at much nicer hotels.

“Que demonios? Does it smell like enchiladas in here to you?” Liz sniffs the air absolutely convinced she can smell grilled chili peppers. She follows the scent to the bathroom, which is just as covered in peppers from the tiles to the toilet seat. “I found the smell! There’s a Tex Mex scented candle in the bathroom.” Liz calls out to Max.

“They just left that lit? That’s a fire hazard.” Max answers her, concerned. He hopes this place is up to fire code.

“Don’t worry, I blew it out Grandpa.” Liz sasses him from the other room, a little disoriented by all the colors and patterns mixed together in the bathroom.

“You tease but candles are a leading cause of house fires, Liz.” Max shakes his head. “So, our best hope for finding an open tire shop is in the morning since they are all closed. What do you want to do for dinner? I can let you go crazy in that sketchy vending machine we passed outside or we can see if the bar across the street has food?”

Liz comes out of the bathroom, coiling her long dark hair up into a bun and back down again. “Let’s try the bar across the street. All bars have wings and burgers, right? The snacks in that vending machine are probably as old as this carpet.”

“You’re not wrong.” Max laughs before turning serious. “Hey, don’t let me get drunk. I don’t want to fall on this psychedelic carpet when we come back.” He gestures at the black, orange and yellow carpet with a mirage that makes it look like there are 3D red jalapenos flying across the floor.

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The Mineshaft Tavern is a rowdy panhandling pioneer themed dive bar covered in a smoky haze. Like most small towns, the locals can still smoke inside. In the background, there are off key locals singing karaoke on stage over crackling speakers.

“Oh, Max, karaoke might be fun!” Liz looks up at Max imploringly and he avoids her doe eyed trap.

“Let’s see if we can find something to eat first” He half smiles down at her hoping she forgets about the idea, heading for an empty wooden table that is probably older than they are.

A middle aged brunette waitress comes over and sets down two menus with jaunty gold toothed panhandlers on the cover. “Hi, I’m Lisa. How can I get you started?”

“We need two shots of top shelf tequila and two waters, please.” Liz beams at the waitress. After the waitress walks off to get their orders, she explains to Max, “Tequila will replace the electrolytes you lost sweating in the heat.”

“I’m not sure that’s true, Liz. Alcohol dehydrates the body.” Max raises an eyebrow at her. Liz is the smartest person he knows but everyone who lives in the desert knows to watch their alcohol intake around the heat.

“Sure, if you drink the whole bottle. The lime and salt have electrolytes too. Who’s the scientist here?” Liz smiles at the waitress as she sets down their drinks.

“You are.” Max rolls his eyes goodnaturedly. “I don’t really drink liquor.”

“Give me your wrist.” Liz instructs him sternly. Max looks at her confused, but doesn’t hesitate to slide his arm palm up across the table towards her. When he gets close enough, Liz lifts his large wrist with her small hand towards her face. Waiting until Max looks into her eyes, she licks a line along the seam of his wrist, tasting the salt of his skin and his cologne. At his gasp of surprise, she smiles, bringing his arm gently back to the table to sprinkle salt where she just licked.

Liz extends her arm across the table in invitation and Max follows suit, gently cradling her much smaller wrist in his large hand as he brings it up to his lips. He nips her wrist softly once, before running his tongue along the inside of her wrist and returning her arm to the table. Based on how flushed she is, it effects Liz as much as it effected him. Max sprinkles salt across her wet skin then waits for further instructions.

Liz leans down and licks the salt from Max’s skin, her long dark hair briefly covering her face before taking her shot. She watches him lick the salt from her skin and take his own shot before placing a lime in her mouth. Gesturing to come closer, Liz waits for Max to come share the lime.

Surprising her, Max cups her cheeks and pulls her closer, pecking her lips before slipping his tongue inside. He pulls back with the lime, smirking at her as he settles back in his seat and sets the lime next to his water glass. Liz looks a little dazed after their kiss.

Max clears his throat. “So what are you going to order?”

“Hmm?” Liz looks up at him confused. She was daydreaming about doing another one of those shots.

“I’m thinking about getting a burger, although you can never go wrong with wings.” Max looks from one item to the other. If he orders the burger with the fried egg and bacon on it, Liz will just tease him for eating a heart attack with a bun. But if he orders the one flame rated barbecue wings, Liz will think he’s a wuss. He will get all the spicy he needs from kissing her after whatever terrifying concoction she orders.

“I’m going to get these fire loco wings. They claim no one can handle them but I’ve been eating spicy since I was a toddler so I think I’ll be alright. There’s no way they compare to Papi’s diablo sauce.” Liz closes her menu decisively.

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“I can’t believe I got you to do karaoke!” Liz bounces happily across the dusty white rock parking lot back towards their motel room.

“You hypnotized me with your Bambi eyes and tequila. I had no chance.” Max pouts before perking right back up. “We sounded just like Rachel and Finn on Glee.”

“I didn’t know you watched that show. No wonder you suggested ‘Don’t Stop Believing’” Tequila makes Liz bouncy and she’s practically skipping to keep up with Max’s longer legs.

“You can’t tell anybody but I watch it with my sister sometimes.” Max tells her, completely serious. In high school, his sister tried to create a Glee club at their private school but there were so few students that it was practically just the two of them singing songs at assemblies. He makes a mental note to have Noah hide all the evidence of that ever happening before Liz comes over for family dinner.

“I promise, I won’t. Besides,” Liz pokes Max’s side playfully and he jumps a little because he’s ticklish in that spot. “I think it’s sexy that you’re so close with your family.”

Max smiles lopsidedly at her, pulling out the sparkly jalapeño keychain as they approach their room. Swinging open the door, they are once again overwhelmed by the decor.

“Why would someone put a bright illusion carpet in a room across the street from a bar?” Liz muses, feeling a little disoriented by the flying jalapeno illusion.

“Don’t worry. I’ll carry you across it to safety.” Max bends down, offering Liz a piggyback ride. They’re only a little bit tipsy so she doesn’t see the harm in hopping up onto his back.

Max rises up with Liz on his back and steps across the threshold, startling as the bouncy Red Hot Chili Peppers song rings out. Then he has trouble finding his footing due to the busy carpet and finds himself swaying with Liz on his back. “I’m going down, Liz!” He warns, rolling over to cushion her fall on the way down as she squeals from the sudden drop.

Liz stares down at Max, catching her breath. “You okay? We probably shouldn’t spend prolonged time on this carpet. It’s seen things.”

“Oh my god, Liz, I dropped you! I’m so sorry.” Max kisses her left eye, then her right eye, then her nose. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, you cushioned my fall.” Liz rests her forehead on his, her breath brushing his cheek each time she exhales.

“Then I’m okay.” Max’s voice softens like it does when he is asking her something personal. It’s his Liz Voice. “Do you want to get ready for bed or…”

“I definitely think we should go to bed. I don’t want to wait anymore, Max.” Liz looks down at him nervous he will find a reason to delay things once again.

Max looks up at Liz relieved they are having the same thought. “Me neither.” He clears his throat, a bit choked up before rumbling out a joyful laugh. “I consent. I’m going to eat you out until you’re begging to ride me.”

Liz gasps and pushes back, brushing against his growing erection. For a second, Max thinks he has said something wrong until he realizes she has a coy smile and she brushes against his erection again. “Not on this dirty carpet though.”

“What carpet? Oh! Oh.” Max realizes he is laying across a carpet from the 70s that would definitely light up bright blue with a black light and sits up quickly. Liz wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She clings to his torso like a koala as he stands up from the carpet, heading to the much less shady looking white and jalapeno printed bed set.

When he is over the bed and it is safe, he drops Liz playfully and she hits the bed with a bounce and a squeal. They kiss furiously, all tongues and wet and teeth until Max suddenly pulls back breathing heavily. “I need to be naked with you.”

“Si” Liz agrees, whipping her pink top up over her head and tossing it at Max.

He growls at her, trying to pull his navy button up over his head before it gets stuck on his ears. Liz pulls his shirt back down and his mouth back to hers, getting to work on unfastening the buttons on his shirt. Max runs his hands down her sides, gripping two handfuls of ass and pulling her closer to grind against each other in their jeans.

Liz bites her lip and looks up at him through her lashes, unbuttoning the top button of his jeans and sliding the zipper down. Max toes off his boots and shucks off his jeans, leaving them in a forgotten pile on the floor. He crawls back onto the bed in just his black boxer briefs, tattoos on full display.

He climbs on top of Liz and nibbles his way up her neck, his hands deftly undoing the four button closure of her jeans in between them. She smells like vanilla, desert rose and something spicy and he is completely intoxicated by it. She wiggles out of her jeans and looks up at him through her long dark lashes, feeling the significance of the moment.

Liz nips along the edge of his jaw, running a small hand along his abdomen towards his boxers.

“Not yet.” Max chastises her, stopping her hand at his navel with his own larger one.

Liz flops back onto the pillows in frustration, hooking her legs around Max’s waist trying to pull him closer. “What’s the problem?”

“I want to savor you. I’ve wanted this a long time.” Max allows her to pull him in between her legs, then holds himself up above her like he is doing a pushup above her. Liz grunts at him in frustration and he laughs, rolling his hips against her center one time. He nuzzles into her neck, breathing in the salt of her skin. “How did you get this scar?” He whispers, running his tongue along a 1” scar along her neck.

“My sister was really manic and accidentally stabbed me.” Liz runs a nail along Max’s side inspecting one of his tattoos.

“That tattoo is from my 21st birthday. I got very drunk and woke up with that. That’s why I don’t often drink liquor. Now, can you stop being sassy and let me make love to you for at least an hour?” Max pecks Liz’s lips, raising an eyebrow at her in challenge.

Liz raises an eyebrow back at him. “You think you’re going to last for an hour?”

“I’ve been trying not to touch you every day for over a month while working in close proximity to you. I plan on dragging this out for hours.” He kisses her again before she can think up a comeback, their tongues stroking against each other. He can’t get enough of the way she tastes of the way her body feels underneath his.

They kiss, separating long enough for Liz to whip off her bra so quickly that Max almost wonders if it is magic. The last time he saw her topless and laid out before him was at the convention where they met. He wasn’t sober enough to fully appreciate the view like he does now, and he swears he will never take her body for granted again.

Max cups her breasts, perky and the perfect size to fit in the palm of his hand with her mauve nipples peaking as the hotel AC clicks on. He circles them with his thumbs and pushes them together, nuzzling into the valley between them.

“You’re so fucking luscious.” Max bites the swell kissing one and then the other, savoring the salty taste of her skin before taking her right nipple into his mouth and sucking on the tender flesh.

Liz gasps and arches, her fingers combing through his dark waves and latching on to pull his head closer. Max traces the nipple with his tongue and scrapes along the tip with his teeth, smiling when Liz’s fingernails dig into his scalp as a warning.

“It’s payback time, Elizabeth.” Max smolders down at her.

“For what?” Liz asks breathlessly, her fingers gently running through his hair as he begins licking the left breast.

“For weeks of short pencil skirts, looking like a librarian fantasy in my cruiser and smelling like heaven but not being allowed to touch you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. I haven’t masturbated this much since I hit puberty, Liz.” Max sucks the other nipple roughly, nipping her hard enough to make her gasp.

“So you’re going to punish my nipples because you got chafed? You tortured me too, you know.” Liz’s eyes are on Max’s mouth where he has pulled back, close but no longer touching her. She can feel his breath washing across her wet skin.

“You got yourself off when you went home? How often?” Max rolls her nipple between his fingers while he waits on her to answer him.

“Every night.” Liz admits, avoiding his eyes and suddenly feeling vulnerable.

“What did you think about while you got yourself off, Liz?” He needs this to be the same on both sides, for her to have been going crazy not being able to touch him either.

Her cheeks are flush before finally she admits, “You.”

“Jesus. I can’t wait to hear you begging me to let you come.” Max starts sucking her nipple again, and Liz drags her nails along the back of his skull causing a shot of icy heat to run down his spine.

Max settles between her legs and they shamelessly make out, rubbing against each other. Liz manages to wiggle her fingers down the back of his boxer briefs, nails biting into his ass and knees pressed against his ribs. Max feels like his brain is completely rebooting from all of the contact, which is crazy because he is hardly a virgin but the things this woman does to him are unreal.

Liz’s hand is on the move again and suddenly her warm fingers wrap around his hard cock. Max groans and thrusts into her hand seeking friction. Liz tilts her hips down, providing wiggle room for her fingers which slide further into his pants. Nipping the edge of his jaw, she asks. “You know what I think?”

“Hm?” Max answers, lifting his hips to give her more room to explore.

“Before you fuck my pussy, I want you to fuck my hand.” Max’s cock kicks in her hand at the idea as her fingers glide along the shaft. “And my mouth, of course.”

“Jesus christ, Liz.” Max has taken the Lord’s name in vain more times in 5 minutes in bed with Liz than he has in his entire life and he can’t seem to stop himself. Maybe taking the edge off is a good idea. Then his mind will be clear to dish out more to Liz when it is his turn.

He rolls onto his back and Liz straddles his thighs in just her black thong, long black hair cascading down her back and curling in waves around her nipples. She places a palm on the center of his chest, mouth hovering just over his. She sucks his bottom lip and slips her hand inside his boxers, pulling his cock out.

Sitting up, she rubs her thong covered sex along his shaft, and they both gasp at the feeling of just being separated by thin fabric. On the next stroke forward, Liz slides his cock under the crotch of her panties so he’s gliding across her most sensitive bare skin.

“Oh fuck, Liz.” Max’s eyes roll up and his erection jumps in her hand as the head glides past her clit. He holds onto her thighs trying to hold on to his last shred of control.

“Don’t come yet if you want my mouth on you.” Liz warns him and Max lets her torture him. He lays back and enjoys the view as she shifts to kneel between his thighs, naked apart from her panties which are askew from their grinding.

She wraps one hand around his shaft and cups his balls with the other and bows forward. Her eyes stay on Max as her tongue drags from the base of his shaft to the ridge. She lets out a breath and presses a kiss to the tip. Her dark hair cascades across his thighs and she places wet open mouthed kisses along his shaft. She takes him a few inches then suddenly pops off, the AC hitting his wet sensitive skin.

“Hey, Max?” Liz purrs at him.

Max grunts a response because he isn’t sure he is capable of speaking right now.

“Can you hold this for me so it’s not in the way? Please?” Liz wraps her long hair up into a loose ponytail and Max quickly replaces her hands with his so he can get her mouth back on him again. He is happy to help.

Liz grins against the head of his erection, thinking she has him right where she wants him. Max wraps her hair once around his wrist to make sure it is completely out of her way and Liz takes him back into her mouth. She teases him, not allowing him in very deep and just sucking the tip of his erection before Max finally has enough and growls.

Liz pulls him in deeper, bracing her weight on his thighs. “I’m going to come soon, Liz.” Max warns her, thrusting up experimentally. When Liz groans at him controlling her movement, he does it again. “Liz, I’m gonna…” He warns her again, his eyes rolling up in the back of his head when she takes him deeper instead of pulling away as he comes.

As soon as he regains control of his mind and his body, Max grabs Liz by the waist and flips her onto her back. He captures her swollen, wet lips and sweeps his tongue inside kissing her. She tries to wrap her legs around his waist and rub on him again but he shifts so his legs are bracketing hers and sits down on her thighs to keep them tight together preventing any friction.

“Oh, no you don’t. It’s my turn and I have weeks of torture to make up for.”

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imagines-mha · 6 years ago

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Type of s/o is a nice idea ! The same question for the Bakusquad + Tokoyami ?♡

Damn i love this. Treat them like the kings (and queen) they are and you’ll be flying. Love u 💕💫

I GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WROTE HE EQUIVALENT TO GENESIS 3. OOPS

Bakugo

💥 You and i know Bakugo. He is angry, he is stubborn, he is trying his best. And while some may say he needs someone like that, on his wavelength- naw i disagree

He is his mother all over- and he honestly needs someone like his dad

He needs an s/o where opposites attract comes into play, cus if they were both like Bakugo- lets be real i don’t think they’d come out ALIVE

💥 Someone who’s calm, yet ambitious. Who can relate to him in a way where they feel similar to him, but react in a different way to it than he does (eg- someone with an inferiority complex, but who’s calmer about it)

He needs someone who understands him, so an s/o going through shit in life, but who’s also trying to overcome it all would be ideal for him

Just grow with him anon

💥 He also needs someone affectionate. He trusts very little people, so you would have to be so damn patient

Bakugo is the most ‘anti-pda’ bitch in daylight. The second the sun goes down? He is soft™️

He’s gonna need someone who’ll just sit in his lap, let him play with their hair and snuggle up to him- and act like it’s natural. Ie- if he shows you affection- don’t tease him for being soft. It takes a lot for him to do it

You’ll have to support him, but also remind him its okay to take breaks. He will be stubborn and may snap, but he’s trying his ABSOLOUTE best so love him and cherish him for it

Kirishima

❤️ babie. Little fucking angel. He puts the stars in my eyes.

This boy. Has a heart so huge, so full of love and affection and emotion. He will literally cherish you from day one and he won’t even expect you to do the same

But psa. You better do the same. Or else.

He needs someone affectionate i’m sorry. Someone who’s gonna shower him in love and kisses and support because he literally deserves the world.

He’s a real prince of a boy- and he’s looking for his other half. Break his heart and suffer the consequences of being a horrible human being for the rest of your life

❤️ He is a little self conscious sometimes. Justttt a little- but that means he needs someone who’s going to reassure him and help him work through all of that

He’ll need someone to sit with him and cheer for how far he’s come today, but also to hold him whenever he feels like he’s still at the bottom of his mountain you feel me.

Every little success in life you guys will celebrate hand in hand. Passed a test? Date time!! Had a bad day? Snuggles until you smile!!

He will give you his all- all his time and attention and heart; and it’s only natural you do the same

❤️ He needs someone who also knows how to laugh

He wants to have a water fight at 3am cus its summer and you guys are bored. He wants to order pizza with you and eat it until he literally can’t handle anymore and he’s lying on you whining while you rub his tummy and laugh at him teasingly

He just needs someone he can be himself around and not feel judged- someone who’ll accept him for him

Kaminari

⚡️ My boy. He needs someone who will love him just the way he is. Even if sometimes he makes you want to just whack his head off he wall

He’s naturally funny- and i can see him appreciating someone who was the same. He wouldn’t really work well with someone stuck up and too-high-class

He needs someone chill, down to earth- who knows exactly how to have a good time

⚡️ That doesn’t necessarily mean he wants a party animal either. You could be the biggest introvert but still attract his attention

As long as you can appreciate his humour, make him laugh and show him affection and maybe turn him on, you’re a keeper

My boy loves snuggles. He’ll sweep you up and eskimo kiss you, snuggling right into you and telling you over and over how gorgeous you are and how much you mean to him. Please tell him it back. Match his puppy like energy when you see him. He’ll be so happy

⚡️he also needs someone who’s gonna look past that ‘stupid kaminari’ exterior. Someone maternal and caring

He wants someone to love him for Denki- a slightly less stupid boy who works extremely hard, even though it may not always pay off

Celebrate with him when he succeeds and cheer him up when he doesn’t. Just be there to hold him and to love him through everything dude because he needs it and he’ll do he same to you

Sero

🧡 *cracks knuckles and leans close so my lips touch the mic* Someone who’s going to spoil him like the absoloute prince he is. That’s it.

Sero is actually just looking for someone to match his energy: positive, chill and supportive

He probably would clash with you if you were like a Sharpay-Evans-esque person. Although another part of me thinks that would be cute idk tho just as long as u love him.

🧡 He’s nervous when he has a crush. Don’t even think about teasing him about it, because his friends do that enough

He’ll go to great lengths to make sure you’re alright, and he would need someone who would appreciate that and thank him

Do not take him for granted. He has a lot of self-confidence and love, and he was raised to keep his head held high. If he feels like you aren’t appreciating him for that, then he won’t be interested

🧡 He’s a huge dork, but he also gives me sk8er boi hippie vibes™️ so basically he’s the full package 😎

Kinda looking for someone who’s the same- who would appreciate just hanging out at a park together or going for a walk. He’s not one for extravagant outings- he just loves your company and being out in the open- so someone adventurous too

Mina

💕 lmao MY GIRL. Needs someone who’s gonna treat her like a queen

She is clingy as heck and when she’s in a relationship, prepare to be literally smothered in her love and affection 24/7

She’ll need someone to match all her positivity, but also someone to hold her whenever she’s frightened

💕 Someone lively would best suit her. She’s well liked and super sociable, like hell she’ll wanna just dance with you

If you’re the type to wanna sit inside- she’ll appreciate it, but you’ll need to appreciate the fact she’s gonna be out a lot. She gets bored super easily

She’ll also need someone who’s gonna accept her craziness. She’s so spontaneous- and she’d love for you to be the same way

She wants to just dance around and sing at the top of her lungs with you, run the streets holding your hand, play hide and seek and not care etc- she’ll want someone immature

💕 However she loves to be dominant. She’ll pull your head to snuggle her and you’ll just have to accept it so it would be better if you were naturally submissive

She’ll baby you. She just has some sort of motherly nature in her when she gets sleepy and it’ll make you want to sit on her lap and kiss her forever

But also as i said someone who can handle the clinginess cus she’ll literally want to touch you 24/7 its adorable

Tokoyami

🖤 This boy. He is a prince of darkness. But he is just. So. Lovely.

While ok yeah. I can see him with an emo- a goth gf/bf/nb who will match his level of black and his insanely dark quotes, but you know what would be cute?

Him with a pastel s/o like hear me out

Someone who appreciates the world around them and spreads positivity while wearing shades of bright pinks and blues. Someone who’s like a ray of sunshine to compliment his darkness

🖤 He needs someone with similar interests to him. If they love the night sky, and are appreciative of the stars- he could talk to them forever

He’s an intellectual, noone really gets what he’s saying half of the time. So having an s/o who shares interests such as the beauty in darkness, astrology, black magic etc or music would mean a lot to him

When you speak to him, you’ll feel like you’re talking to a billionaire and it’s wonderful. However he doesn’t need someone who matches that, he knows he won’t find it. What he needs is someone who appreciates him for his words and interests

🖤 he can get a little self conscious- so someone who will tell him hes beautiful (THE TRUTH) and reassure him that he’s all they’ll ever need is essential to him even if he won’t admit it

Of course, he needs a romantic. Someone who isn’t afraid to play into an old-fashioned fairytale romance. Pick him flowers, call him darling. Love is so precious, and to him there’s nothig better than having something straight out of a story

#my hero academia #mha headcanon #kirishima eijirou #katsuki bakugou #fumikage tokoyami #mina ashido #sero hanta #kaminari denki

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moonlightreal · 5 years ago

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Winx Club Season 8/18

You’re right, all the episodes were gone from Raiplay! Dang, now I wish I’d watched til the end when they were all up. This was the last episode I have; now we’ll have to wait until the next batch drops on @winxclubcomics. Go send her a nice note wouldya? She is a true load-bearing member of this fandom. And I hope her sources deliver the rest of the season soon!

Shameless plug: I also write fiction. Very long fiction. If y’all need more Winx while you quarantine, I’ve got a story that’ll probably last you ‘til we can all go out again!

In the meantime...

In which Palladium teaches a spell and some lumens lay down the law.

18 Valley of the Flying Unicorns

Yay flying unicorns! Bloom seems just as enthused as I am when she voiceovers the title.

In Palladium’s class. The girls take notes. Bloom draws a picture of Sky. Love it when the writers remember that she draws.

Palladium announces they’re going to learn to make a perfect hair and makeup potion! He sounds totally thrilled about it, heh. Is that how Palladium keeps his hair lookin’ so good? Is it normal in elf society for dudes to be all about the perfect hair? Or is there something we should know about our favorite elf? Well in the comics he has a girlfriend, Athris, so I guess the only canon we have for Palladium in love says he’s straight.

Stella is enthused too, of course. She squees about how she adores cosmetic potions, and leaps to be Palladium’s assistant for a demonstration.

But these potions are very delicate and require “maximum concentration and minimal excitement.”

Stella deflates. Dang, there could’ve been a callback to season one where we hear Stella blew up the potions lab trying to create a new shade of pink.

Palladium decided Bloom is a better choice for assistant. But she’s distracted by mopily drawing Sky. Tecna pokes her and says, “Are you offline?” which I have never heard to mean that but I think it’s great. Like Tecna’s “achievement unlocked” thing I think Rainbow is trying to get her back to a unique (nerdy) way of speaking. I kinda would have preferred the real season one’s “I am logical and don’t understand normal stuff” Tec rather than “Nerd is the new cute!” Tec, but either one is an attempt to make her unique, so props to Rainbow!

Bloom mopes. Palladium growls. Bloom pops up and has no clue what she’s supposed to be doing. She drops things in the cauldron.

Ingredients: five drops of liquid beauty, three petals of a young lily, and a teaspoonful of lunar essence. Hmm, so if I were going to make this… the lily petals are easy, and for lunar essence you put a quartz crystal in a bowl of water and leave it in the light of a full moon. The “liquid beauty” is a red liquid in a test tube, so… lemme get Cunningham’s… where the heck is my Cunningham’s?!… well, none of the plants listed under” beauty: to attain” are plants that would create a red liquid. So I’d use some kind of pomegranate juice drink, because pomegranates are associated with Persephone whose beauty was so great that death himself fell in love with her.

Next Bloom has to visualize the final effect of the spell. But since Bloom is distracted there’s a poof and then Palladium’s hair is a bird’s nest, with an egg and two parent birds in it! He is very grumpy, but still cute! The rest of the class laughs and Bloom apologizes. Stella snarks that her excitement didn’t turn out to be the problem here!

So it’s not a potion for drinking, so you could totally cast this spell. Just not if you have cats; lilies are toxic to cats so they shouldn’t be in the same house just in case.

Great outdoor shot of Alfea. In the courtyard the girls ask Bloom what has her so distracted. It’s Sky, of course it is, he hasn’t been in contact for days! Bloom knows he’s on a secret mission, but she can’t stop worrying that he’s in danger. A rather sensible worry with the Trix and Valtor out there. But Bloom was worried about Sky getting caught by “Eraklyon’s royal condors” which resulted in the bird nest.

Bloom shifts to the next worry: either Sky isn’t able to message, or he’s choosing not to. Flora rather shallowly tells her not to think about it, but here’s Twinkle to shift the scene by crashing into Bloom!

There’s no trouble, Twinkle just came to visit. But then the star case appears. “The third prime star waits on Monocerous, not far, look beyond the clouds and higher, you’ll find the trust that you desire.”

Monocerous?! I- I- That is a dumb name! Yeah I know it means one-horn, it’s still dumb sounding!

Stella doesn’t know the place, but Twinkle has visited and tells them about the unicorns. She’ll take them there!

Valtor’s watching. He sends the Trix out. Darcy says following the Winx is getting annoying. Stormy says the riddle was about trust and she trusts—herself! She wants to go alone! can’t say I disagree, Stormy, with sisters like yours.

Icy jumps on her about how finding one star doesn’t make her the strongest witch in the magic universe and how SHE’ll get the star just time. Stormy snarks back. Lovin’ Stormy this season! Valtor gets bored with this and snaps at them but he does show off his green star, he’s keeping it in a bubble with a sort of pink thorny vine grown around it.

Cut to winxboarding over a green land of lakes and rainbows and waterfalls, just the kind of place winged unicorns like to live. This realm also has floating islands, what I think are called “earthmotes” in D&D, they’re a terrain feature I’m fond of. The girls enjoy boarding. Twinkle says it’s “starsome” here.”

Tec says she’s read that winged unicorns don’t trust strangers and maybe they should “prepare some kind of speech.” but Stella and Flora are sure they’ll be fine.

And then Diaspro plummets out of the sky. Wait, what? It looks like the same world but clearly not exactly where the Winx are. Sky is flying with his Specialist suit and Disapro has similar metal wings-- NOT her fairy wings—and she’s flailing around unable to fly straight. “I hate this flying gizmo! Sky, can’t you just carry me?” she asks in the most smarmy voice ever.

Sky says that’s not an option, in the most utterly done voice ever.

Why isn’t Disa using her own wings?? Is she for absolute not a fairy since the timeslide??

Sky says they need to get past the floating rocks to reach the lost locket of Eraklyon, which they’re apparently still looking for. Was that temple on Monocerous? Why would the locket be on an uninhabited world that’s so out of the way Stella hadn’t heard of it even though it has unicorns and I’m sure Stella went through a phase when unicorns were the greatest thing ever, since every girl goes through that phase! I’m not sure I ever left that phase!

We see some flying unicorns, white with wings and colored manes and tails. I think the sight of them does Sky some good because he questions if they’re really going to find the locket—but Diaspro’s walked away.

Then she… startles a unicorn and it tries to take off but Diaspro floats into the air for no discernible reason and she falls on Sky. Did her wings malfunction? Do the unicorns have a flight field around them that she got caught in? It was a very weird little moment.

Because this is not an anime, she does not land with her boobs on Sky’s face but I’m sure she wishes she had. Sky gets up, growling, and Disa says, “I can’t imagine what I’d do if I were alone, among such fierce creatures!”

“Yeah. Very fierce.” Sky says with all the skepticism we’re all feeling.

He flies off into the sky with Diaspro wobbling after. He asks Diaspro if she’s sure they’re in the right place. She unrolls her ‘map’ again—still emojis of her and Sky in a heart!--and says the medallion is on one of the floating rocks. But there are a lot of them. Sky suggests splitting the party but Diaspro is too scared.

But they’ve got company! Unilumens! With pink hair and unicorn horn headbands. They say the floating rocks are just for unicorns and their friends.

Sky starts to ask about the medallion but Diaspro says, ‘We’re on a special mission for the king of Eraklyon so we can go where we please.”

Disa, these lumens are not Eraklyon subjects…

The lumens attack! Ahahahaha! Yay unilumens! They shoot pink blasts and Sky and Diaspro jump into the air to dodge. Diaspro drops her map, which unrolls on the ground. Sky sees it!

Sky: “But this is not a real map! it’s a fake!”

Diaspro; “Um, uh, I, I can explain, well actually...” she admits she made it up to keep their mission going as long as possible.

Sky yells at her.

Eventually he realizes there is in fact no medallion to find. Disa admits to this too.

Lumen: “I think she deserves to be punished! Can we handle this?” She sounds delightfully eager to lay some karma on Diaspro, it’s a wonderfully delivered line.

But Sky says, “No thanks, lumens. We’ll just go back home.” He throws the map at Diaspro’s feet and walks off, leaving the crowd of lumens disappointed.

Diaspro: “Ooooh! My plan has failed! And it’s all your fault!”

Unilumen kicks the map and sticks her tongue out at Diaspro. Ahahahahaha! Love it!

Back with the Winx, more boarding, gotta sell those toys! They land and watch the three unicorns, but every unicorn they approach flies away.

They’re talking about looking for the prime star when up rumbles… a stampede of unilumens!

“More uninvited guests! Are they all coming today?” Heh. Unilumen attack!

But Twinkle stops them. The unilumens recognize her as a fellow lumen and she explains the mission. Unilumens consult each other and decide to trust the Winx.

Cute scene of everybody sitting on the grass as the unilumens give them flower necklaces. The head unilumen introduces herself as “Esteria, leader of the Monocerous lumens tribe.” I would’ve gone with “Epona” because I’ve always liked that name, but Esteria is prettier.

Bloom tells them about the mission, and Esteria says the prime star may be in “the horn” but only the ubnicorns can fly there; a magic barrier blocks anyone else. Stella despairs.

But Esteria says the unicorns just don’t trust them yet. She whistles and color-coded unicorns fly down. Purple, blue, pink, green, more-pink, and yellow. They’re… boring designs. Your basic winged unicorn, nothing special.

Esteria says winged unicorns are kind, but they choose who can ride them. Stella’s keen to give up after just being snubbed by a few unicorns, but Aisha gets her back on target for the mission.

Esteria says they just have to walk slowly through the group and the unicorns will choose them.

Bloom steps on a twig and it scares her unicorn, but they make friends anyway. The other girls and unicorns pair up in short order. Aisha is adorably enthusiastic, I knew she’d be the most keen on riding.

Stella is the least interested, which is weird. I’d think she’d love everything about unicorns. Her unicorn takes a bite out of her skirt and sniggers at her.

Then the unicorns grin in a way unicorns should never do, and their horns light up and the girls get new clothes! Cowboy wear! With short layered skirts that are super cute but probably not practical for riding, boots, and cowboy hats. The unicorns gave themselves hair decorations at the same time, heh.

Esteria confirms that the girls have made another bond, I guess the new clothes are a sign of it. Could this be a transformation? Without wings, because a transformation granted by a winged creature wouldn’t need them. We shall call it… Cowboyix! ...or maybe we won’t.

Everybody mounts up, the unicorns kneel to let them, except for Stella’s who makes her chase it.

Now the unicorns will take them where they want to go… if “he” allows them through.

Everybody’s off! Twinkle stays with the unilumens.

Flying! Stella’s unicorn bucks her off but then catches her. Stella screams a lot in general. Stella really doesn’t like riding, or unicorns. Do we have any precedent for her not liking horses? I don’t remember her having any trouble riding Shiny in Tynix form, and they all ride horses in season 4, right..? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen season 4. So maybe not being good at riding is a new quirk the riders gave her, or maybe it’s just part of her general Usagi-ish comic relief-ness.

On the other side of wherever, Sky is giving Diaspro some well deserved grief. Good grief Sky, just haul her home and dump her already. Diaspro sits and pouts while he rants about how she noticed his fight with his father and sprang the mission knowing Sky wouldn’t check with Erendor since they were on the outs.

Diaspro: “Oh, lay off! Was it really so terrible to take a tour of the magic universe in my company?”

Sky: “Of course it was terrible!” Heh.

Sky rants how he hasn’t been home and hasn’t seen Bloom, Disa says if Bloom really cared she’d understand it was an important mission, Sky points out that it was not in fact an important mission.

A scary wind blows! “He” is coming! Unicorns and unilumens, who were totally watching Sky and Disa fight, flee!

It’s… it’s…

The baddie from the My Little Pony movie?

(which I haven’t seen since I didn’t get around to getting it out of the library.)

It’s a big black unicorn with a silver horn that’s broken off halfway up. He rears and trumpets, then dives at the two humans. Sky drags Diaspro out of the way. The black unicorn chases them!

Sky leaves Disa on a small floating island and flies off, leading the black unicorn away. Oh no, he went the wrong way! Dead end! The unicorn blasts him with fire from its horn and he falls down, his suit sparking. No more suit powers!

The unicorn advances menacingly… cliffhanger!

Hmm, this unicorn has fire colored eyes, just like Diaspro’s. I’m glad we got more from Diaspro this episode, I was so looking forward to seeing more of that “map.” Hehehe.

#winx club season 8 #winx club

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zuucc · 6 years ago

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HOW TO WEAR A 3 PIECE SUIT: W. Nylander I PART 2

Words: 4,139

Summary: William had loved his best friend fro years, and now he’d finally told her. She couldn’t love him back right away, not in the way he needed her to, but she was willing to try.

Author’s note: Summary sucks but I don’t like to give shit away, so. I’m EXCITED about this and I hope you like it too.

Masterlist and Part 1 linked in bio

You didn’t really like dressing up, all the events William had taken you to over the years had you doing enough of it - but a layer of makeup and a nicer shirt, you could manage. You’d just put on your shoes when you heard someone knock on the door. You opened it thinking it might be the old lady across the hall, but was taken back when you saw your best friend - your date - on the other side of the door.

“When did you start knocking?” you mocked, taking him in - he was wearing a nice coat and a scarf, a grey beanie hiding his hair. “You know, first dates don’t usually just burst into each other’s apartments,” he smiled, reaching out to give you a hug and a quick kiss on your temple. “No, you’re right, they just use their codes to get into their building,” you shot back, looking at him as you locked your door, before taking your place under his arm.

“So, where are you taking me?” you asked him on your way to the parking garage underneath your building. “I’m taking you to that Mexican restaurant that you’ve been bugging me about going to,” he told you, making your smile even wider. “Really?” he nodded, happy with himself - reminding you of the cute boy who finally understood a books ending, the one you had a crush on during freshman year. “Don’t let me get the jug of strawberry margarita, though, that won’t end well,” you laughed, making him laugh as well. “I won’t, I promise.”

The date went well - great actually. Why wouldn’t it? It was with your best friend after all. You talked and laughed, like you always did. He told you about practice and the road trip he’d just been on – who made a fool of themselves in front who, what Kappy had done to make everyone laugh, what had made Freddie want to kill Mitch this time. And you told him about school and work – which professor had made you want to throw yourself off a roof this time, and all the crazy customers that had you wanting to strangle someone.

At one point you both got a little quiet, though. Awkward, maybe. When the older woman that served you your dinner had smiled knowingly, and told you to have a great night. The way she smiled your way had made your cheeks hot and your neck red. So you and William had both awkwardly stared at each other for a while, before you both burst out in giggles again.

“You see, that’s what I mean, I’m gonna be awkward as heck,” you laughed. “Hey, people have always looked at us like that,” William spoke, smiling. And it felt different now, knowing that it was more than just the love of a best friend behind his smile. “True, but then I could just laugh it off because I knew that whatever they were assuming wasn’t true, but now, it kinda is,” you explained, and you watched him, how he looked at you.

“Kinda?” he asked, not sure what you had meant by it being kinda true. You understood that he might’ve taken it wrong, with the way his smile looked more forced than filled by love, like it had earlier. You reached forward, taking his hand in yours, and he let you. “What I mean, Willy, is that this is a first date, and there’s no way that she thought this was a first date - first dates don’t go this well, trust me, I work in a restaurant,” you seemed to be successful with your explanation, as his smile didn’t look forced anymore.

An hour later, you were sitting in his car in your parking garage again. “Would you like to come in?” you asked. You could tell he felt as weird about the ‘being on a date with your best friend of 5 years’ as you did. It was weird going from a date at a restaurant to just hanging out as friends afterwards. At least if you thought about it. Maybe if you didn’t it would just happen smoothly.

“Yeah,” he smiled. You thought maybe he sounded relieved, but you weren’t sure. At least he sounded happy. William sat down on your couch, immediately reaching for the TV-remote, while you walked around the apartment, putting away some stuff here and there, before changing into sweatpants and sitting down next to him.

You found yourself settling down on the other side of the couch, your feet barely brushing the side of his thigh. But you didn’t want to sit there, you wanted to sit closer to him, and why you were overthinking something so simple as sitting next to your best friend, you didn’t know.

“What are you thinking about?” William asked, laying a hand on your ankle to fully capture your attention. He’d probably seen the wheels turning in your head. You smiled, your cheeks turning red. You crawled closer, settling with your legs in his lap, his arm lying over your lap - your face pressed to his shoulder.

“I was just overthinking,” you said, and he turned his head towards you. “What were you overthinking? You’ve always just done things, without thinking about it,” he said, and he was right. You didn’t overthink, you just did. “I don’t know why I’m overthinking,” you shake your head, “I just wanted to sit closer to you,” you ended up laughing at yourself.

“Was it stupid of me to say something?” he sighed, his voice was low and you wished he would never had said it. Wished he would never have even thought about it. “Of course it wasn’t,” you said, placing your hand on the back of his neck. “I don’t know, I just know that three weeks ago you wouldn’t have thought twice about it, you would have sat on top of me without thinking about it,”

You took in his words. Again, he was right. “Just, let me talk, okay?” he nodded. “Yes, it makes me actually think about doing all the things I would have done without thinking before. But that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have told me. And I think it’s something we should talk about, what we’re comfortable with, now” he nodded again, and you continued while you nervously fiddled with his hand. “Because, I can tell that you’re holding back, too. Like you said that night, when you told me, when I wanted you to stay – you told me it didn’t feel right to sleep next to me now that I knew. You’re not as ‘clingy’ as usual, like, I know for a fact that you would’ve wrapped your arms around my waist while we were waiting in line for our table earlier tonight, if we weren’t in this situation. I like that you’re clingy, you know that,” he was looking at you now, following every word you said. “And as for me, I’m scared of going faster than I’m ready for, and I’m scared of leading you on and I’m scared of hurting you. So, I think it’s important that we talk openly about all this, so that we don’t end up hurting each other,” you finished, finally looking at Willy, who was biting his lip, thinking.

“You know, the last thing I want is to lose you,” you added, and William gave you a soft smile. “I know,” he said, making his hand that laid flat on your thigh more known. “And I agree, with everything you just said,” he added, his hand now lightly gripping your thigh.

“Am I leading you on? Or have I ever?” you asked after a few moments of comfortable silence. Your head was rested on his shoulder, your thumb rubbing in circles on the back of his neck, your other hand tracing circles on his arm. “I don’t think so, no, like I said before, you’re like this with everyone,” he said, and you weren’t sure if it was sadness you heard lacing his voice. “I’m not like this with everyone,” you said, referring to your current position. “No, that’s true, but I wouldn’t say ‘leading me on’, I know your intentions are good,” he’s turning to look at you again, and you try your best to read his expression, but you come up short.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling,” you whisper as you move your hand on his neck to keep him looking at you. You rest your chin on top of his shoulder, keeping his eyes looking into yours.

“Everything?” he asks, a shy smile adorning his lips.

“Everything,” you smiled back.

“I like this. Sitting like this, just talking... with you,” he’s smiling but looking away from you now. Redness is creeping up on his cheeks before he’s even talking, but he’s looking back at you again. “And your face is really close to mine right now, and I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to kiss you,” he is looking away again before you could react to his words. But his words made a wider smile grow on your lips as you heard them.

“Really?” you spoke into his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he whispered, a chuckle escaping his mouth as well, like he was saying ‘of course I want to kiss you’.

“Maybe you should try it, then,” you said before you could process everything, but watched as he smiled, his head hanging low like he was staring at his hand that’s resting on your leg. He didn’t say anything, and you wondered if you’d pushed too hard. Taken a step too far, too fast.

But then he suddenly did a big maneuver, moving his arm around you and pulling you fully into his lap – fast – your face ending up only a couple of inches from his.

“Smooth,” you whispered, managing to make his cheeks a deeper shade of pink before his lips met yours. And his lips stayed on yours, while you moved your hand to his neck again, and he was gripping your thigh harder than he’d done earlier - but still not hard.

And then you were pulling back, and even if there hadn’t been fireworks and sparks flying, you still missed the feeling of his lips on yours immediately. “What are you thinking now?” you whispered, your lips still so close that you felt them brush when you spoke. He smiled. “That I want to do it again,” he breathed, making you smile as well.

So you sat there smiling at each other for another minute or so, before you leaned back in, kissing him again. He pulled you even closer now, and you wrapped your arm around his neck. This kiss was harder and deeper, but still it was so soft, and this feeling of being lucky washed over you. Lucky to be the one that your best friend was in love with. And even if you weren’t in love with him yet, you couldn’t wait to be.

And if it was meant to be you and William, it was gonna be you and William for the rest of your lives. And you’d decided that it was meant to be you.

His kisses warmed you, literally. When you opened your mouth to let his tongue meet yours, you felt heat spreading all over your body. His hand on your thigh left a burning sensation, but God knew there was nothing you loved more than being warm. And when you moved your fingers into his thick blonde hair, and he tightened his grip on you, the warmth spread even more.

When you pulled away again, both desperately craving air, the numbers shining from the decoder underneath your TV read 9.35PM. “I think maybe I should kick you out now, before I do something I shouldn’t,” you said, leaning your forehead against his. “Yeah, that’s probably... not dumb,” he smiled, still breathing heavily.

You carefully got up from his lap, turning around to grab his hands and pull him up while you still stood between his feet. When he stands up, he’s so close that you have to fight the urge to push him back down. You don’t let go of his hand before he is bending down to put on his shoes. You’re leaning against the wall while he’s getting dressed to leave. When he’s ready, he just stands there, by your door, looking at you. You smiled, and he smiled back. And you walked towards him.

“You’re coming to the game Thursday, right?” he asks, reaching out and pulling you into him when you’re close enough.

“Of course,”

And he smiles even wider, and then he’s leaning down, pulling you up. So you reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair. And he hesitates a little bit, when he’s so close that you could feel his breath on your face. He places one hand on your cheek, the one that isn’t holding you up and pushed against him. And then he kisses you softly, and then firm - and then deep. And then he hugs you and kisses your forehead, like he always does when he’s leaving you, when he’s saying goodbye.

“I’ll see you Thursday then, after the game,” he says, letting go of you. And you feel cold everywhere but where he’d touched you. “See you,” you breathe. And then he’s out the door and you’re closing the door, locking it. And you wondered how the fuck you were supposed to sleep now. And you wondered what fuck just happened during the last hour.

“It’s kinda weird kissing you,” read the first message you got, about fifteen minutes after he’d left, when you’d crawled into bed and underneath the covers. Before you could take in what he’d written, another message made your phone vibrate.

“But I like it,”

“A lot,”

You were standing next to Annika, waiting patiently for Willy to emerge from the wardrobe. You wondered if Annika new, if Willy had told Kappy and Kappy had told Annika. She wasn’t showing any signs of knowing, though. You were pretty sure she would have bombarded you with questions already, if she knew. But Kappy might have told her to not say anything.

And when they all walked through the door, it hit you, how the fuck am I supposed to act now?

Of course, the answer was to act natural, but you weren’t sure if you knew how to. If you knew how to smile normally. Cause when Willy walked out your smile was too wide, and you tried to hold it back - but it was too wide. ‘I have a huge crush on you’-wide. Your smile felt like it did freshman year when Mrs. Thatcher told everyone on row one and three to turn around to the ones behind them, to discuss a subject or work in pairs, and fifteen year old William Nylander had turned around to you, begging you to explain to him what was going on in that book that you held in your hands - he just couldn’t understand. That’s where you’re at now, crushing like a fourteen year old. That’s what kissing him did to you. Except, fourteen year old you didn’t know what it was like to kiss William Nylander. 22 year old you did, though, and that made the smile even wider.

And it might’ve looked like the usual you-and-Willy hug, but it sure didn’t feel like it, when you threw your hands around his neck and he pulled you in. And then when you let go of him, Kappy pulled you into a hug, one tighter than usual. “You’re both acting weird and I don’t know what the hell is going on,” he’s whispering.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” you tried to talk as normal as you possible could, but fuck, how could you.

“A bunch of us are going out to celebrate the win, do you want to come?” William asks, his arm findings its place on your shoulder, pulling you away from Kappy’s grip and glare. “Yeah, I’d love to, but I’m not exactly dressed to go out,” you said, looking down at your attire - work out tights and a hoodie with a Nylander jersey over it. “I can drive you home, and then we can just get an Uber from your place,” he proposes, and you agreed.

“So, you haven’t told Kappy,” you said, a couple minutes into the car ride to your place. “Uh, no, I haven’t even told my mom,” he smiles, reaching over the center console to take your hand in his. “I’m surprised,” you laughed. “Did he say something to you?” he asked, following up on your question about Kappy. “Yeah, didn’t you see how weird he was men he hugged me? He was like you’re both acting weird and I don’t know what the hell is going on, and I just said I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” William laughed.

“Are we acting weird?” it was more of a rhetorical question, you thought. “I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell am,” you laughed. “I can’t smile normally, and I think I think about it too much,”

“I like this smile,” he smiles, poking your cheek, making your smile even wider.

And then you’re in your closet, wearing just tights, a skirt and your bra, throwing shit around until you to find the remotely nice shirt you knew was in there, somewhere. Usually you didn’t put too much effort into dressing up when you went out, but the guys were wearing suits. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt would look stupid.

“Is this good?” you asked. William was sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting patiently for you to get ready. He looked up, immediately smiling. “Yeah, you look beautiful,” he said, his voice almost coming out as a whisper. You playfully rolled your eyes, trying to hold back the smile. “Hey,” William reached out, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer. “You need to learn how to take a compliment.”

Now he’s smiling up at you, and you’re standing in front of him, between his legs with your hands rested on his shoulders. His smile is so contagious, and before you can stop yourself you’re leaning down - placing your lips on his. And then your hands are in his hair, and he is deepening the kiss, while pulling you into his lap. Your skirt is riding up, and his hands are on your waist. And everything is burning again, his hands on your body, his thighs underneath yours.

And then he’s throwing you behind him. You land on your back in the middle of your bed, laughing. And then he’s crawling towards you, and you’re not sure if you want him to stop, or if you want him to crawl on top of you and keep kissing you. And he did crawl closer to you, kissing you. Once.

“We should probably leave now,” his smile is big, and he’s happier than you’ve seen him in ages. You pushed him down and crawled on top of him, kissing him quickly but deeply, before you climbed off both him and the bed. “Are you coming?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, rolling out of your bed. A few minutes later you’re out the door, waiting for the Uber to pick you up. Willy’s arms are hanging around your neck, while you’re leaning back on him. In the Uber, his hand is in your lap, your hand in his. When you arrive at the bar, he holds your hand until you’ve both paid for wardrobe. And when you walk towards the bar to get your drinks, his hand is on your waist.

The first hours go by fast, you’re squeezed in between Willy and Kappy, until you eventually climb over Kappy, tired of Kappy leaning over you to talk to Willy, and you having to lean over him to talk to Annika and Steph.

“So, what’s going on in your love life?” Steph asks, throwing you off, making you almost choke on your beer. “Oh, nothing,” you say, but you can feel your lips turning up at the edges, and into a full blown smile when the girls’ eyes shoot open. “Tell us!” Annika pushes you, her smile bigger than you’ve seen it before. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, there’s nothing to tell,” you laugh, quickly putting the bottle of beer to your lips before you say something you shouldn’t.

A few minutes after you emptied your fourth bottle of beer, you’re pulled backwards so that you’re basically laying back over Kappy’s thighs, Willy leaning over you. “Do you want something from the bar? Another beer? A drink?” he asks. “A mojito, maybe?” you giggle, already passed the point of tipsy. “A glass of water, maybe?” Kappy shoots in, making you all laugh. You playfully hit Kappy in the arm, before Will says “Mojito it is, then.”

Another thirty minutes passes and your glass of mojito is long gone, and the next time you’re pulled back and away from the girls, there is no Kappy behind you and you’re pulled right into William’s lap. You’re giggling at his second smooth maneuver of the week, and he’s giggling as well, cause at this point he’s as drunk as you.

“Hi,” you whisper, your face extremely close to his. “Hi,” he whispered back, and you’re both giggling. “I missed you.” His words made one of those uncontrollably big smiles appear again, and you pushed yourself up higher in his lap. “I wasn’t that far away, you know,” you tease him, lightly poking his cheek - but you keep your finger there, moving on to trace his lip. And you’re both drunkenly entranced with each other.

Until you hear your name being called.

“It’s our song!”

It’s Kappy. Of course, it’s Kappy.

“Hey, what the fuck are you two doing?” he’s standing by your booth now, looking at you - in your best friends lap, your finger lingering on his lip, your faces only inches apart. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kasperi,” you said in a teasing tone, struggling to get out of Willy’s lap, almost falling into Kappy’s arms. “Come on, let’s dance before the songs over!” you push him towards the dance floor.

You and Kappy dance, not just to your song, but at least three more. “So, are you going to tell me what the fuck is going on with you and Will?” he shouts over the music, the music that isn’t that loud. You hear him very well, but you decide to just keep dancing - ignoring him. “You’re both being so fucking weird! And you’re smiling all the time - like that,” he points at the smile adorning your lips. You just shrug and keep dancing. “And what the fuck were you doing up there,” he pointed again, this time towards William where you’d previously been lying in his lap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kappy,” you sing. “Will you please stop saying that!?” You laugh at him and keep dancing until you notice William moving from the booth to the bar, and you leave Kappy on the dance floor to run to him.

“Hi, I missed you,” you giggle as you run into him. He catches you, giggling as well, as you throw your hands around his neck. “Mm, I missed you, too,” he says, pulling you closer. “Can we go back to our booth, I’m exhausted from all this dancing,” you laugh, and William walk you back to the booth, where few were still sitting. Only Mitch, Freddie and Travis was there, all in deep conversation and not paying attention to the two of you.

William sits down on the booths edge, pulling you down on his lap again. He liked having you there, you’d noticed. “I don’t think that it’s a good idea but I really want to kiss you right now,” he whispers into your ear, so close that you could feel his lips touching your skin. “Mm, I totally agree” you nod, fiddling with his loosened tie. “With which part? Kissing, or it not being a good idea?” he asks in a teasing tone. You laugh. “Both,” you smile, before turning your head to both sides to see if anyone you knew were watching - which you were pretty sure that no one did. And then you pulled him closer by his tie and planted your lips on his, both of you smiling into the kiss.

You didn’t pull back until you heard Mitch’s voice. “What the fuck?” And then Kappy’s. “Are you guys fucking?!”

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