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seanfalco · 4 years ago

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A Red Carpet Event | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Language, Smut (fingering, voyeurism, semi-public sex) a/n: And the smut continues. I love that even when we say we wanna work on something fluffy, it almost always turns smutty.

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"Is everyone set for tonight?" Lydia asked as she came into the room, having just arrived from the hairdresser. "Outfits, hair, makeup..." she mused, ticking off each on her finger.

When Lyddie had told the quad she was taking them all as her date to her first award show, the reactions had varied from excitement, to fear, to complete insanity. The truth was, she was scared to admit publicly that she was in a quad, but she couldn't keep that hidden forever and it shouldn’t be hidden, there was nothing wrong with it. Not to mention cheating rumors had been spreading online after some fans snapped pictures of Lydia and Win, which was complete bullshit.

“Are y’sure this dress is alright?” Win asked, looking at her reflection again. “Or these shoes? Maybe I should change...” she murmured, second guessing herself. She thought she looked nice, but this was definitely not her scene. She was used to band practices in garages and shows in sleazy dive bars, not award shows and red carpets.

"You look gorgeous, Winnie." Lydia held Win's hands. "You'll be the most beautiful girl there, guaranteed." Lyddie's dress was hanging by the wardrobe, it was purple with a wide skirt, a black leather corset around the waist and lacy sleeves. "Can one of you please make our lipsticks smear-proof so I can kiss my girlfriend?" she asked.

“Comin’ right up!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, snapping his fingers with a flourish. “There, snog away m’loves,” he said, pressing a kiss to Lyddie’s temple and then one to the top of Win’s head. “She’s right, you look fuckin’ stunning,” he whispered in her ear before straightening, leaving her smiling softly.

"I love dating reality warpers..." Lydia sighed before pulling Win by the waist and kissing her hungrily. "I can't wait to show you off to everyone." Turning to look at the two very observing Nathans, Lydia cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously? Neither of you have even showered yet, do you even wanna come, or should I just bring Win?"

"It takes literally two seconds for me t'be ready, Lollipop, calm down..." her Nathan laughed at how nervous she was.

“Same,” Win’s Nathan said with a shrug. “Besides, it’s not everyday we get t’see th’pair of you all dolled up like this. Gotta savour th’moment,” he pointed out.

"Well, enjoy the show, I guess..." Lydia laughed as she undressed to put on her dress. "I imagine none of you wanna help me get dressed with magic, do you?"

"Why would we?" Lyddie's Nathan asked. "Cut down on your naked time? No way!" The other Nathan laughed, wholeheartedly agreeing with him.

“Do you need some help Lyddie?” Win asked reaching for the dress on the hanger.

"Please, baby. I need you to pull those corset strings as if I was hanging from a cliff, the camera adds ten pounds and I can't afford that on my first award show," Lyddie laughed.

“You got it, love,” Win murmured, helping her lace up the corset while the boys watched, lounging on the bed. “Is that tight enough?” she asked, tugging the ribbons as tight as she could, though not wanting to hurt her girlfriend either.

"Yeah, that's good," Lydia said, nearly losing balance for a second, but soon she was able to breathe again; fainting on the red carpet was also not a very good idea. "Thank you, Winnie." Lydia turned to the mirror, looking for anything to fix before bending over to lace up her combat boots. She thought about wearing heels, but she didn't wanna be the tallest one in the group. "So, how do I look?"

“Like an angel, a punk rock angel,” Win supplied with a grin while her Nathan nodded enthusiastically.

"A sexy punk rock angel." Lyddie's Nathan waggled his brows at her while biting his lip.

"Thank you, guys," she murmured, looking down, slightly flustered. "We should probably get going, the car should be arriving any second."

"Oooh, a car? Right posh, Lollipop, you'll end up spoiling me." Lyddie's Nathan got up as his usual shirt and jeans became a dark blue suit.

Win's Nathan snapped his fingers, deciding on a black suit to match Win's little black dress. "There, we look like a right pair now," he said, admiring himself in the full length mirror with a wink before turning back to the others. "Right, I think we're ready then," he said excitedly. "I wanna see this car you've got us. D'you think they'll have champagne in there?"

"Jesus, I hope not..." Lyddie muttered under her breath, partially because she knew the only thing worse than two Nathans were two drunk Nathans.

When the quad stepped outside, the car was already waiting. When Lyddie's manager had said he’d send a driver, she didn't expect it to be a limo driver, but hey, she wasn't complaining.

"Oh my God," she shrieked excitedly. The lights inside the car made it seem like a nightclub on wheels.

"I know!" Lyddie's Nathan grabbed a handful of candy from one of the tiny jars and shoved it in his mouth. "Brilliant!"

"Damn, this is nice," Win murmured, running her hands over the leather seats as her Nathan plopped down next to her, throwing his arm around her shoulder. "I bet you could shag back here," she mused, looking around while Nathan searched for the booze.

"Ohh shit, good idea babe," he exclaimed, his eyes latching onto the champagne flutes on the opposite side of the car. "Thereeee we are," he cried, rubbing his hands excitedly as he grabbed one, handing it to Win as he reached for the chilling bottle. "Nathan, Lollipop, some bubbly for you?"

"Hell yeah," Lyddie's Nathan nodded excitedly, shoving more food into his mouth.

"When in Rome... Sure, why not?" Lydia agreed. Maybe the alcohol would help with her nerves. Looking around, she wished she could be as carefree and wild as her girlfriend. Win was the life of the party, Lyddie was more like... the mum that holds everyone's hair back when they get sick.

“You okay?” Win asked, noticing Lyddie’s anxious expression as she took a sip of her drink.

"Um... yeah, just a tad anxious," Lydia suddenly felt very much like that little girl in the bowling alley again. Performing was one thing, she was confident in her skills, but this was different. People would be looking at her, not listening to her music.

“Wanna talk about it?” Win asked, frowning slightly, resting her hand on Lyddie’s thigh.

"You know, it's just... everyone's having fun, thinking about shagging in the backseat, while I'm freaking out. For once I wanna be able to enjoy the moment."

Win looked thoughtful before quickly tipping back the rest of her champagne. “Would you like me to help you take your mind off it?” she asked, moving closer. “Because I seem to remember your make-up is rather smudge proof.”

"That actually sounds amazing," Lydia drawled, taking another sip of her drink before handing it to her Nathan, who seemed happy to finish it for her. "What do you have in mind, baby?"

Win’s only answer was to smirk as she leaned in to capture Lydia’s painted lips, reaching up to brush her fingers along her jaw as she kissed her, moaning softly.

"Oh, okay..." Lyddie's Nathan finally noticed them and watched hypnotized. Lydia let herself go, the champagne plus Win's cold lips made all her doubt immediately fade away. "That's better," Lyddie murmured, pulling Win onto her lap.

“I’m full of good ideas,” Win murmured, wrapping her arms around Lydia’s shoulders as she settled in her lap. “You really do look fucking hot tonight babe.”

"You too," Lyddie murmured against Win's lips, both of her hands sliding down to her girlfriend's ass. "So hot, I can't believe you're mine." Lyddie's Nathan stared at them agape, mirroring his clone's reaction.

Win grinned into the kiss, wanting to thread her hands into Lyddie’s hair, but refraining, not wanting to mess it up. Opening her mouth, she teasingly licked at her girlfriend’s parted lips.

“I would say I’m all yours, but I know how much you like sharing,” she murmured.

“Oh shiiiit,” Win’s Nathan hissed, whistling low between his teeth. “If y’keep that up I’m gunna hafta either do something about this hard on I’m gettin’ or it’s gunna be an awkward night.”

"Way ahead of you, man," Lyddie's Nathan was already stroking his cock at a steady pace.

"Right now you're all mine," Lydia whispered in between kisses, one of her hands resting on Win's thigh, the other kneading her breast. "I need to blow off some steam."

“Jesus,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, quickly averting his eyes from his clone’s cock and hastily fumbling at his belt. “I guess that works,” he muttered, sighing as he took himself in hand.

“Oh good,” Win murmured, grinding gently against Lydia. “I can definitely help with that baby.”

Lydia's arousal soaked her knickers, but she didn't worry about that, she just wanted to feel Win, all of her. "I want you to mark me up," Lydia begged. "I don't care who sees it, I want them to know I'm being taken care of."

Win pulled back, her brows shooting up. “Really? Right before your event?” she asked, the thought arousing her further. It was her guilty pleasure after all to leave her mark on her partners. She just didn’t want Lyddie to feel self conscious when they got there.

"Yeah, give those bloody gossip magazines something to talk about." Lyddie bit her lip, her hand slipping between Win's legs, fingers gently teasing her inner thighs. "Don't you want them to know how good you make me feel?"

“Oh God, Lollipop, you’re such a rebel,” Win teased, but she didn’t have to convince her further and she latched onto Lydia’s neck, her teeth grazing her sensitive skin before she began to suck, drawing a breathy moan to her girlfriend’s lips. Lifting her face she lapped gently at the spot before moving slightly lower to repeat the processes, kissing her with fervor.

"Just like that, Winnie, it feels so good..." Lydia gasped, the thought of people knowing what she did just made her even hotter. "I wanna make you feel good." Lyddie's fingers quickly found Win's clit, circling it gently at a torturous pace. "Did you get this wet just from snogging me?"

Win gasped as Lyddie touched her. “Yes, you definitely have that effect on me babe,” she whispered, the soft grunts of pleasure from the boys only serving to turn her on more. She’d found right away since joining this relationship how much she like being watched. “Lyddie, please?” Win whined, pausing her exploration of the other woman’s neck.

"Oh, please?" Lydia smirked, finding herself in one of her 'taking charge' moments, which have been more frequent ever since Win came into her life. "Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.”

Lyddie's Nathan was always surprised to see her act this way, but he was starting to realize he liked it... maybe he should ask her to do the same to him sometime.

“More,” Win sighed, grinding against Lyddie’s hand. “Faster?” she asked with a pout. Win’s Nathan’s bit his lip. Hearing Win beg like that did things to him. She wasn’t usually the submissive type, and as much as he loved when she took charge, he loved seeing her like this, vulnerable and begging for it.

"Aww, you do look cute when you beg..." Lyddie moved slightly faster, pressing her forehead to Win's with an amused grin. "Such a good girl. Nate," Lydia turned to Win's Nathan, narrowing her eyes playfully at him. "Do you think I should finger her? Do you think Winnie deserves it?"

For a moment his hand froze as he gaped at Lydia. “Y-yeah, give it to her Lollipop,” he exclaimed, groaning softly. “Fuck that’s so hot.”

"Okay then," Lydia smiled at Win, as much as she loved being a submissive, seeing her girlfriend helpless like that was really sexy. "I guess you deserve it..." She teased Win's entrance for a second, gathering her arousal before pumping two fingers inside of her, the heel of Lyddie's hand still rubbing against the other woman's clit.

“Oh fuck, Lyddie,” Win moaned. “I’m supposed to be the one distracting you,” she murmured, dragging her lips along Lydia’s neck.

"You are," Lydia sighed, her fingers curling to find Win's sweet spot. "I love to see you like this... Just don't come before I say so, alright?"

“Yes, Lyddie,” Win answered obediently, her voice coming out breathy. “I love you, you’re so good to me,” she murmured, burying her face in Lydia’s neck, biting down hard.

"I love you too, baby," Lyddie purred, clenching her eyes shut, she was really turned on, but she liked the idea of having to wait until they all got home. "I wanna hear you moan for me."

Win moaned louder, clutching at Lydia as she felt her climax nearing, pleasure coursing through her. “Oh Lyddie, I’m close!” she exclaimed, writhing in her lap, grinding against her hand as it pumped into her.

"You wanna come, Winnie?" Lydia studied her face carefully, adding a third finger inside of her. "Ask me nicely, tell me how bad you want it..."

“Please Lyddie,” Win gasped, “please, I’m so close, I wanna— I want— oh please baby,” she begged.

"Such a needy little thing," Lydia mused for a second, enjoying what she was able to do. "Okay, baby, come for me." Lyddie's words seemed to have an effect on her Nathan as well and he squirmed as he came, making a huge mess on his suit, but he didn't care.

Win’s mouth fell open, her eyes falling shut as she came around Lyddie’s fingers with a whine, her whole body tensing. “Holy shit,” Win’s Nathan gasped, biting his lip as he came over his hand.

"That's better," Lydia held Win against her chest, kissing her temple. "I feel a lot more confident now, we're gonna crush this thing."

"Jesus... you crushed me," Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, zipping up his trousers, leaning back in his seat.

“Ahh, so that was your plan all along,” Win mused, brushing a weak kiss to Lydia’s jawline. “I’m glad I could help. Fuck, but I love you like this,” she murmured, straightening to glance back at the Nathan’s. “Oops, looks like you made a bit of a mess there, Natty,” she purred with a laugh.

"If I can make you beg like that, I can do anything..." Lydia chuckled. "Maybe I should take charge more often, you look so hot."

"Oh, yeah," Lyddie's Nathan looked down at his ruined suit, but with a swift hand motion, it was clean and perfect again. "There, problem solved."

“I’m hot? You’re sexy as hell,” Win laughed. “I like dominant Lydia,” she admitted. “Though I like you every way,” she added, tracing the dark hickies she’d left. “I left you some gifts,” she whispered before slipping off her lap to sit between Lyddie and her Nathan. “Nathan, babe, you have a little something too,” she pointed out, glancing down at his trousers and the white stain there.

“Yeah, well, you look a little disheveled yourself sweetheart,” he teased, snapping his fingers to fix their appearances.

Lydia grabbed a mirror in her purse to look at the state of her neck. "That's definitely gonna leave an impression... I love it."

"At least we don't gotta worry about fans hittin' on ya," her Nathan muttered, moving to kiss over the marks.

"You know... even if I don't win tonight, I'm already happy with the outcome."

“And when we get home, we’ll celebrate either way,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed as the car rolled to a stop.

"I can't wait..." Lydia looked over her shoulder to wink at him as someone opened the door, and she hopped out of the car.

The others followed, with different degrees of nervousness, Win slipping her hand in Nathan’s. Outwardly she held her head high, a slight smirk on her face, but the way her fingers trembled in his, he knew she was anxious.

Lydia was somewhat used to the public by now, but the Press still scared the shit out of her. She took her Nathan's hand on one side and Win's on the other as they walked down the red carpet. "

Lyddie, Lyddie! Who are you wearing?" a voice rang in her ear.

"I have no idea, this is thrifted," she laughed, posing in different angles.

"Lyddie! Are you still engaged?"

"Yes, she is!" her Nathan pulled her hand up to flash the ring.

“Lyddie! Who else is with you?” one of the photographers shouted before snapping several photos of Win and the other Nathan. “Is your fiancé a twin?”

“You could say that,” Win’s Nathan grumbled under his breath, while Win flashed a smile at the camera, giving Lydia’s hand a squeeze.

"These are my partners," Lydia nearly shouted, way too excited to say that. "My boyfriend, and my girlfriend."

"Are you expecting a win tonight?" A reporter asked, recorder in hand.

"Oh yeah," Lydia leaned in to speak into the mic. "But even if I don't get album of the year, I feel that this win already came for me... I mean to me."

At Lydia’s words Win felt her face flare hotly, and a loud cackle burst from her Nathan’s lips. “Oh you could definitely say that!” he exclaimed, giving her a cheeky pinch.

Lydia smiled for a few more pictures before moving on to sign a few autographs and take pictures with her fans waiting by the barricade. Her Nathan nudged Win's arm, smiling while he watched Lydia laughing, having fun and being herself without worrying about anyone's opinion.

“Hmm?” she murmured, looking up at him. “What’s up?”

"Look what you did... she's so happy." He didn't wanna be sappy, but it was too adorable.

Win flushed at his praise, a soft smile lingering on her lips as she watched Lydia.

“Ahh, it was nothin’,” she murmured, leaning into his side. “She did all the work,” she murmured under her breath.

——

Delilah glanced at the screen as she took a sip of her drink, only half paying attention to the award show as several musicians walked along the red carpet, until a flash of green hair caught her eye and she nearly choked, leaning forward to snatch the remote and turning up the volume. “And who do you have with you tonight?”

“These are my partners—“ Delilah’s mouth fell open as she recognized her step sister’s face come across the screen, hanging on the arm of the gangly curly haired bloke she’d moved out with, as well as a woman with cotton candy coloured hair.

“MOM!”

#misfits #nathan young #nathan young x oc #nathan x win #nathan x lyddie #otp: green apple lollipop #timeline anomaly’verse #my writing #collaboration

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thoughtsaboutshows · 4 years ago

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hi thereeee can i get “You are the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep. And the the first thought when I wake up.”

Finally getting around to the prompts I still have (just like 4 months late)

This is in a post Part 4 world where Sabrina dies but Nick does not. Trust me...

“You are the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep. And the the first thought when I wake up.”

Nick didn’t hide his surprise when he placed his hands on the door of Gehenna Station and it opened. He’d expected it to burn with refusal as he was no longer a student at the Academy. Or because he hadn’t considered himself a member of the Order of Hecate in a long time. Nick hadn’t been able to bring himself to stay there after Sabrina had died on that sacrificial altar. The statue of her that stood in the Great Hall was too much for him to bear. He’d almost rather the one of Blackwood’s take it’s place, instead of the constant reminder that Sabrina was no longer there. When it became clear the memorial wasn’t going anywhere and neither were the memories of her he found around every single corner or in every crevice of Greendale, Nick was gone. He was through seeing her brave face in the music room, her in a black dress in Dorian’s, and her seated at tables in the cafeteria. He told Prudence by way of letter that he was going, but not where, as he didn’t even know what his destination would end up being. He just knew he had to get out of Greendale and away from the place where he’d learned to love but then lost the one who taught him.

Nick had taken the last seventeen years to travel around the world, visiting different covens and learning different ways of magic. He catalogued his journey after taking a page out of Edward Spellman’s book and writing journals of his own. The first few years after Sabrina died had been spent in a haze, not a drug induced one as he’d sworn them off after she saved him, but a cloud followed him around all the same. Prudence pulled him out of the Sea of Sorrows when he’d attempted to join Sabrina in the thick of his grief. But she’d been able to knock some sense into him and he kicked his butt in gear eventually, knowing Sabrina would want him to have a happy life.

He didn’t know if a happy life was possible without her, but he was alive and he was trying. And that was enough for now.

It was Prudence who’d pulled him from the Sea years ago and it was Prudence who’d convinced him to come back to Greendale now. He’d sworn he’d never set foot in that sleepy town again and just the mere thought of walking through the woods without Sabrina’s hand in his caused him physical pain. But there he was, not needing a hand of glory, opening the door to the Academy.

It was Halloween and the Coven was gearing up for their new Holiday, as it did every year since Sabrina’s death. They honored her sacrifice with a ceremony and some of her favorite things: horror movies and blueberry pancakes. Nick could never bring himself to attend, but Prudence had guilted him into coming this year. It was the 17th Anniversary of the Defeat of the Void.

“No, Pru. It’s the 17th Anniversary of Sabrina’s death.” Nick had corrected her over the witch’s mirror. “It’s morbid and depressing and I want no part of it.”

“You need to come, Nicky.” Prudence had said with an intensity he didn’t understand, but would later figure it was because she saw more than people knew.

Nick walked in circles around the main hall, eyeing the statue of his dead girlfriend with flowers at her feet. He never thought girlfriend was an accurate title for what she was to him. All things considered, they weren’t even together for all that long. But she still made a greater impact on his life than anyone else he’d ever met or would meet. He felt her love even now, seventeen years since he’d kissed her last, and he loved her back with his whole self. No. Girlfriend wasn’t the right word at all.

“Mr. Scratch.” The firm and familiar voice of Zelda Spellman called out to him. He felt the hairs on his back stand up and suddenly he was eighteen again. And Zelda was berating him and Sabrina for sneaking out another ceremony to makeout in the library. But her tone wasn’t punishing and when Nick spun around he saw her face wasn’t either. Instead he could swear he saw a tear daring to fall out of the corner of her eye. Almost as if she’d missed him. “You came.”

“Uh, yeah.” Nick forced out and cleared his throat. “Prudence said I should.”

“Well, we’re glad to have you.” Zelda nodded and took a puff of her cigarette. Some things never change. “Everyone will be delighted to see you, and well...she’d be happy you’re with us.”

“She’d probably yell at me for skipping all these years.” Nick chuckled at the thought of his stubborn Sabrina.

“She’d probably yell at all of us for creating a Holiday in her name.” Zelda pointed out and Nick laughed softly. That was definitely true. Sabrina would find this whole thing vain and over the top, but she deserved it. She’d saved the world far too many times for Nick’s liking, and blamed the world every day for not saving her. “Very well, come with me.”

Zelda bid Nick to follow her into the next room where the rest of the Coven were seated. There were many he didn’t recognize, but Hilda and Ambrose approached him immediately. Hilda hugged him tighter than he’d ever been held and Ambrose shook his head, sharing a knowing smile and head nod. Prudence and Agatha had saved him a seat and he bounced his leg up and down during the whole ceremony, until Prudence hexed him to get him to stop. He was wildly uncomfortable and unnerved, and decided the whole coming back to Greendale thing had been a colossal mistake. His heart ached just as it did seventeen years ago and the wound was still fresh. He didn’t think it would ever heal, never scar, it’d be gaping for however many centuries he had left. Because even though life without her was worse than Hell. He’d still live, because she’d never gotten the chance.

Nick stormed out of the ceremony and rushed off to go anywhere else. Ambrose called out for him and made to follow, but Prudence stopped him with a brush on his arm. Nick needed to be alone for this.

Nick didn’t realize he’d ended up in the Sanctum until he got there. He was in a secluded corner, one with a plush couch and a fireplace. He’d come here on instinct as it was a place he and Sabrina would often retreat too, whether they were doing research or just stealing a moment for themselves.

He didn’t know how long he was there but it proved to be helpful and started to calm him down. His hands brushed all the books and he picked at a few, flipping through the pages. He started a fire at some point, planning on hiding away in this corner for a while. At least until the dumb ceremony was over.

Nick was engrossed in a book on ritual history when he felt the heat in the air change. A breeze blew a curl from his forehead but he didn’t think much of it, still too focused on his book.

“Nick. Nicholas.” He heard her voice before he saw her, and he was sure his mind was playing tricks on him, as there was no way in Heaven that he could be hearing her soft tone right now. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, hoping whatever dream he was in would be over. It would be too hard to hear or see her and then have to let her go again when he woke up. But she spoke again. “Nick.”

He looked up that time and Sabrina was there, at least what appeared to be her. But it startled him and he sprung to his feet and moved behind a chair, spooked at whatever witch or spirit was playing a cruel joke.

“It’s okay.” She held out her hands to show that she meant no harm. “Nick, you don’t have to be afraid.”

The woman in front of him looked exactly as she did seventeen years ago. She was in the black skirt and red sweater her aunts had picked for her burial, and Nick swore he could smell her vanilla lotion that Hilda had made sure she wore for the funeral. His senses were overtaking him and his heart yearned for her to be real, but his head was screaming at him that she wasn’t.

“This is impossible.” Nick finally found his words. They came out edgy and rough, like he hadn’t spoken for years. “Sabrina died seventeen years ago.”

She walked slowly towards him, continuing to hold out her hands. He didn’t move but he eyed her carefully, ready to banish whatever demon she turned out to be. When she got close enough she reached for his hands and when they touched, she didn’t pass through like he’d expected her too. Instead he felt a rush of electricity that seemed to wake up his entire body. It was like her touch was rebooting his entire system, and he could finally see.

She brought his hands to her face, encouraging him to touch her, brush her cheeks like he used to do. When he did his fingers were met with the softest skin, porcelain white, just like Sabrina’s had been.

“Is it really you?” Nick choked out, tears creeping down his face and matching the ones running down hers.

“It is.” She breathed out as she turned and kissed his palm, repeating the words she’d said when he’d come back fresh from Hell. “It is me.”

Nick knew it then that it was truly Sabrina who stood before him. He didn’t think any spirit, or demon, or witch playing a trick on him could get the glint in her eyes that perfect. Nor would they be able to concoct the smile she was giving him now, the one she saved for him, and only Nick’s eyes had ever seen.

It was her. She was home.

“Spellman…”. Nick said before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, staggering backwards by the force of her essentially jumping into his arms. He welcomed the weight of her as she clung around his neck and pressed her nose into it, grasping at those curls she had missed so much.

She pulled her face from his neck only enough to look up at him, brush her nose against his, and wipe away the tears that had started to fall more freely from his eyes. He could hardly handle it anymore then. He had to kiss her. Sabrina sighed into it when he kissed her, moving her hands from his hair to his chest and grabbing his shirt collar to pull him even closer. He let her in willingly when she deepened it, and Nick moaned in contentment at the fact that seventeen years dead hadn’t stolen her knack for being in charge.

It could have been hours that he held onto her and kissed her before they slowly pulled apart. He didn’t stop touching her though, brushing his hands across her back and into her soft curls. The way she breathed out his name, in that perfect whisper of hers, further cemented the fact that she was here.

“How?...”. Nick asked as he sniffled. Tears were flowing freely now, but he’d never been afraid to cry in front of her. “How are you here? For how long are you here?”

She saw his worried brow and smoothed it out with her fingers. She smiled at him again, one with the promise of a future. Of forever.

“I’m back, Nick.” She brushed the runaway curl off his forehead that was still there after all these years. “For good.”

“How, Spellman?” Nick grabbed her hand and led her to the couch, pulling her to sit next to him. She immediately folded herself into his arms, wanting to touch him as much as possible.

“Hecate brought me back.” Sabrina explained as she played with the lines on Nick’s hand. “She said in order for the sacrifice to be complete, to give myself completely over to the void so you could trap it, I had to remain dead in the sweet hereafter for the number of years I was alive.”

“Seventeen years.” Nick filled in and she nodded.

“After seventeen years she could bring me back. Today, on my birthday. If I wanted to.”

“And I assume you wanted to?” Nick said with a smirk as he shook his scrunched nose at her. She giggled and leaned forward, placing a single, tender kiss on his lips, nodding in response to his question.

As he leaned into it with a clear intention to kiss her deeper and pull her on top of him she pulled away quickly. Her brown eyes went wide and she put her hands to her mouth as if she had said the wrong thing.

“Oh my Hecate.” She said as she gasped.

“What?” Nick panicked, trying to scoot closer to her. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t kiss you.” Sabrina said like it was obvious, and Nick’s face twisted in confusion. “What if you’re with someone. I can’t just kiss you assuming that you’re single. I’m so sorry-”

He shut her up the best way he knew how, with his lips against hers. He bit her bottom lip for good measure, drawing a moan that made him chuckle.

“Spellman, how could you ever think there could be anyone else.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“Really?” She asked, hiding her smile as tears trickled down her cheek.

“Yes.” Nick implored. “Sabrina from the moment I met you, despite everything, one thing has remained true. You are the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep. And my first thought when I wake up.”

“I thought about you too.” Sabrina admitted as she shrugged. “I thought about this moment when I could finally come back. I’ve been counting down the days ever since I got there and found out I’d return someday.”

“I missed you so much, Sabrina.” Nick told her. “Living without you was-I can’t-It’s-” She shut him up with a finger on his lips and a soft smile.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now. And I missed you too.”

“What did your family say?” Nick asked as he pulled her to him, laying down on the couch with her snuggled on top of him. He knew they’d have a lot to catch up on, his last seventeen years, her time in the Sweet Hereafter. But now he just wanted her in his arms. The hard conversations could come later.

“Nick you were the first person I came to see.” She said as she lifted her head to kiss his forehead. She thought he may have shuddered at the gesture, just as he had at Lupercalia. “How could you not be?”

“Mmmm.” Nick said in response as she snuggled closer and he kissed the top of her head. “Wanna go see them?”

“In a minute. I just wanna be in your arms.” Sabrina spoke to his neck as she kissed him there, breathing in the smell of him. Another thing that hadn’t changed.

“You got it, babe.” He felt her smile at the nickname as he pulled her even closer. His heart felt full for the first time in a long time and he decided he didn’t care if he never got up again.

“I love you, Nick.” Sabrina told him as she closed her eyes, knowing that this time when she opened them she would still be there on a couch with Nick by a roaring fire. Nick’s heart nearly stopped at the words he never thought he’d hear again. But the love of his life was there with him again, and the centuries he thought were stolen from them were given back. It was the most perfect gift.

“I love you too, Sabrina.” He kissed her forehead again before settling into a comfortable silence. “I will forever.”

As they both drifted off to a near slumber, Prudence’s words rang in his ears.

“You need to come, Nicky.”

He was damned glad he did.

#nabrina #fic prompts #nabrina prompts #post part 4 #tiny part 4 fix it #nicholas scratch #sabrina spellman #the one where nick doesn't die

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diaxyz · 5 years ago

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KH3_ReMind - 1 D A Y !! ✨⭐️ We're almost thereeee * v */°

#Kairi #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts 3 #KH3 #kairi kh3 #kh3remind #kh3dlc #khIII #sora x kairi #square enix #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #DiaXYZ #Countdown #Fanart

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delaneytveit · 4 years ago

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Satellites Part 13

WHOOOOO we’re halfway thereeee! OOOHHHHH (Actually we’ve been a little bit more than half way for a bit) but don’t worry, there’s still A LOT of story to get through. If you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it, please consider buying me a coffee!

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( Part 12 ) ( Satellites Master Post ) (Part 14)

The team left at 0800 the next morning. Allura had convinced, after quite a long time, Blue to let her pilot. Though it was clear that Blue was not happy about it. The only lion that was missing was the red one.

Keith had chosen to stay behind, to much confusion of the team. Though Lance could vaguely guess why. He felt guilty. Keith had been the one to bring into question Lance’s ability to complete missions, and even though that wasn’t his intention, he knew that it still hurt Lance.

Their relationship was rocky as it was. Neither of them really knew where they stood with the other, what they were to each other, and it seemed that the present situation had complicated things even more so.

Lance was refusing to talk to Keith, and it hurt. He hadn’t meant to indirectly ground the sharpshooter. He had only wanted to voice his concerns to Allura, positive that she would be able to do something for Lance that he couldn’t.

Normally, the only kind of confrontation Keith would be willing to face was violent, but he didn’t want to fight Lance. He wanted to apologize. To take responsibility for what was happening to Lance. He owed him that much at least.

It wasn’t hard to track the Blue Paladin down. He had locked himself in his room since breakfast. It was a good thing Keith knew the code by heart.

Punching in the code, he was relieved when the door whooshed open revealing Lance sitting at his desk. Keith could hear the volume of the headphones from where he stood, which made him cringe. The EDM music that Lance listened to was loud enough, didn’t anyone warn him of blowing out an eardrum?

Keith knocked twice before taking loud steps towards the boy, hoping that they would be loud enough to let Lance know that he was there. Lance’s anxiety had spiked dramatically since his return and it took one accidental sneak up by Pidge to inform the team that it was vital for Lance to know that you were coming, so as to avoid a swift punch to the face out of panic.

“What do you want, Keith?” Lance sighed as he removed his earphones. He swiveled his chair to look at the red paladin, arms crossed as he leaned back in his seat.

This was it, Keith had been rehearsing his apology for hours now, trying to make it sound as genuine and coherent as possible. Though at the very moment, what ever award winning speech he had come up with beforehand had vanished as those hard blue eyes stared into him.

“I’m sorry.” he blurted out, cursing himself for his lack of grace.

He immediately dropped his gaze, eyes staring at the floor. There was only a tense silence between them, and Keith begged his mind to come up with something, anything to put an end to this crushing feeling.

But of course, his mind, nor his mouth could seem to work correctly.

It was Lance who broke the silence instead.

“For?” he asked, the question forcing Keith to look up and face the boy. Blue eyes met his once more, a questioning brow raised as Lance waited for Keith to answer.

He could do this.

“I shouldn’t have told Allura about all of this. I- I didn’t know that she would take you off of missions. I should have talked to you and voiced my concerns to you, you didn’t deserve what Allura did to you and it's my fault that it happened. And I am so, so sorry for that.” He was rambling, he knew he was. How did people do this? How did they apologize?

He was only stopped when Lance held up his hand.

“I appreciate the apology, I really do. And to be honest, I’m glad that you told Allura. I don’t think she would have found out if you hadn’t. I’m not mad at you Keith.”

“You’re not?”

Lance chuckled a little, running a hand through his hair.

“I mean, I am a little bit. But I think I’m more pissed at the situation in general.” Lance leaned forward, perching his elbows on his knees. Looking down at his clasped hands, Lance spoke “You guys are right, I’m not okay. I haven’t been for a while and no matter how much I pretend that I am, I’m just hurting myself. I’m not getting better.” he sounded so...broken. Lance never really talked about himself, at all really. Superficial things, sure. Like how he got barely any sleep, or that he missed his mom’s cooking. But he never really talked about things deeper than that. Keith hadn’t really noticed until now, but Lance had been hiding a big part of himself away this entire time, and it only came out at his most vulnerable times at night.

A year ago, Keith would have thought of the way that Lance talks about himself as vain, but now he knew that it wasn’t really the case. Lance has been putting on a mask this whole time.

“But we don’t have time. The universe doesn’t have time for me to get better. It's a long ass process that Voltron can’t afford.”

He was right, of course he was right. Lance was vital to Voltron, even if he didn’t really see himself that way. He still knew that Voltron needed him. It was even more present today with Blue’s little tantrum about having to take on Allura as a pilot.

“But is the universe really more important than having you here?” That was what Keith was most afraid of. Lance had always been the self-sacrificial type. He couldn’t argue that he himself was any better, but Lance seemed to take it to a whole new level. The paladin would miss sleep and meals to make sure that everyone else was taken care of. He would jump in front of a bullet in a second to spare the others. On one occasion Lance had bounded into a burning building to save a few children stuck on the third floor, that had been the worst as it only reminded Keith of how he lost his father. He couldn’t lose Lance too.

“Keith-”

“No, Lance. Listen to me. The universe is not worth you throwing yourself away like that. What you need time to heal, what you went through was fucking terrible. It's no wonder you have PTSD from it.”

“We are the literal Defenders of the Universe, I can’t just not do my job!”

“I’m not asking you to stop being a paladin! I’m asking to for once in your life put yourself first. We need you, I need you! You need to let yourself heal from all of this because there is no Voltron if you continue to let your own health fall by the wayside!” Keith meant every word of it. They needed Lance. They needed him to come back, to be the best he could be, and as hard as he was trying right now, this wasn’t it.

“I’m worried for you, Lance. I can’t lose you too.” Keith’s voice was so small, he himself almost didn’t hear it. But he knew that Lance did, as the boy stood up from his seat and walked over to Keith, instantly wrapping his arms around the shorter one.

“You won’t Keith, I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Keith breathed in the scent of ocean and sandalwood of Lance’s detergent, and thanked whatever higher being was there that Lance had insisted on buying his own detergent all those mall trips ago. The pompous asshole had good taste in soap, and it comforted Keith easily.

“Just promise me you’ll at least try.”

He felt Lance take a deep breath.

“I am trying, Keith. I’m trying every day.” If Keith felt the shaky breaths or the wetness on his shoulder, he said nothing. It was clear that Lance needed this as much as he did, maybe even more. “I never wished I was Shiro, more than I do right now. He’s been through everything and he’s able to handle it all so easily.”

Oh, absolutely not. There was no way in hell Keith would let Lance talk about himself like that.

He pulled away from their hug, to much of his own dismay, and held Lance at arms length. Violet eyes bore into icy blue ones. The eyes that he could get lost in, but now as not the time to think about that, Keith.

“Lance, you said it yourself. WHat Shiro went through and what you went through was completely different.”

“But-”

“No. You really think that Shiro would be in any better of a state than you are now after being treated the way you were? I have no idea the extent of what they did to you, but I do know that it had to have been absolute hell. You don’t get to compare your pain to others, just because they seem to be doing better than you. Your pain is your own, so stop being an idiot and just acknowledge the fact that those guys are assholes!”

Keith was most definitely not expecting a chuckle from the Blue Paladin, but he assumed it would be better than the alternative.

“That was good, Mullet. You come up with all that yourself?”

Keith rolled his eyes. Of course, leave it to Lance to make a joke about a serious conversation.

“As a matter of fact, I did. And I’ll say it again. As many times as I need to for it to get through your tiny brain.”

“Hey! I’ll assure you my brain is of average size. Some may say it's even above average!”

It was Keith’s turn to laugh.

“Yeah, I’m sure it is.” he joked offhandedly, letting his grip on Lance’s arms finally fall.

Lance fixed him with his characteristically famous smirk that Keith knew could only mean trouble.

“Want to know what else is above average size?” Lance waggled his eyebrows knowingly as Keith facepalmed.

“Oh my god, Lance. No!”

#vld lance #lance serrano #lance mcclain #i love two blue bois and lance is one of them #lance getting to joke and be a normal human being for once #it can't all be angst #I mean it can but like #he deserves to be heard and enjoy his life somewhat #also lance and Keith??? oh yeah klance is happening

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milkybonya · 5 years ago

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Stars Over Me - MJ

Warnings: none

Pairing: boyfriend!MJ x reader

Summary: In a nearby field, the two of you spend a peaceful night stargazing - slightly inspired by Stars Over Me by BOL4

[a/n]: this is for my anon who was feeling soft for MJ <3 I know I’m a little late and this is a little short, but I hope that you can still find this somehow and hopefully enjoy it ?

After a long week, it was refreshing to leave the rush of the city on a Saturday night. From the mass of man-made lights, you drove to a place where lights could only be seen in the sky.

Myungjun was tightly gripping the black leather of the steering wheel, softly tapping his fingers against it to the rhythm of the music being played when you reached a red light - it would be the last traffic light you’d see for a few hours.

You and Myungjun had made a playlist full of both of your favourite songs. That way, the two of you would enjoy every song that would play. Singing along, you both swayed from side to side in the car. Myungjun imitated the cheering of a crowd as you sang. It was like the two of you had set up a concert in the car.

You watched as a smile stretched from ear to ear on Myungjun’s face when his favourite song came on. He began to loudly sing alone with you imitating the screams of fans for him this time. When you shouted “MJ you have such round lips!” he completely lost his composure and laughed so hard that his face began to hurt.

You felt the dirt road underneath the car’s tires and knew that you were close.

“We’re almost thereeee,” Myungjun sang excitedly.

A few minutes later, he pulled over and parked the car a little sloppily, which didn’t matter, since this place was deserted anyway. As you stepped out, you saw an empty field in front of you, stretching as far as the eye could see. A soft summer’s breeze caressed your face, sending scents of dewy grass and sweet flowers your way.

You felt Myungjun place your hand in his. He gave you a small smile before guiding you through the field of long, uncut grass. Of course he couldn’t stay serious for long, though. Somehow, he managed to get you on his back and he trudged through the grass with you hanging onto him for dear life.

“LET ME DOWWWN!” you yelped, but Myungjun only responded by making weird noises consisting of ‘arghhhh’ and ‘graaaaah’ among other strange things that sounded like a keyboard smash come to life. He was stomping through the grass, acting like he was the strongest man on the planet, even though he was more like a soft baby.

When he was tired, he gently let you down and the two of you tumbled onto the grass. With Myungjun’s arm outstretched, your head found itself on top of it. Even with just your head on his arm, you could feel his heart beat, and you watched his chest slowly rise and fall under the black shirt he wore.

“Don’t look at me,” Myungjun said cutely, sticking out his lips. He moved your chin away from his face. “Look at the sky.”

When you looked up, your eyes were overwhelmed by the amount of twinkling lights in the sky. Every star had a glow of its own, whether bright or dim, and you tried to look at every one of them.

Myungjun pointed his finger upwards.

“If you connect these stars together, doesn’t it look like a dinosaur?” he said. When you failed to see what he was seeing, he carefully raised your arm and pointed your finger to where he was looking.

It was a dinosaur, but a very wonky one.

After a few minutes of giving the stars in the sky weird names like ‘winking monkey’, ‘upside down helicopter’ and ‘duck with a long tail’, you snuggled closer into Myungjun, finally feeling the cold pinch of the summer night. Myungjun wrapped his arm around you, pulling you even closer.

He planted a kiss on your forehead, his plump lips leaving your skin tingling. He left a trail of kisses all over your face, and in this process, he ended up on top of you. When his arms gave out, his head collapsed onto your stomach. It made you laugh, and Myungjun laughed too as he felt your stomach wobble with every laugh that escaped you.

“Wait,” he said. “You should lay on my stomach, it’s really soft and comfy.” He poked his own belly as if to prove this statement to you.

So the two of you switched spots, and Myungjun immediately began to run his fingers through your hair. When he began to hum one of your favourite songs, you felt your eyes close, even though you were trying to stay awake to look at the stars.

Half asleep, your next moments happened in fragments. Myungjun carefully picking you up and carrying you to the car. Myungjun placing you gently in the passenger seat and closing the seat belt. Myungjun reclining the seat all the way back so you would be comfortable.

When he started the car and you heard the engine rumble, Myungjun’s quiet singing as he tried to not wake you, and a calm song leaving the car’s speakers, you fell into a deeper sleep.

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uuuUUGGGGGHHHH HOW ARE U GONNA LEAVE ME THEREEEE. chapter 11 was so good. i love how bucky and the reader are literally running around like 2 teenagers trying not to get caught. my heart SWELLS. peter is def becoming my favorite character; he’s a close second behind buck and is almost taking his place. i started crying when the reader was trying to ask bucky if he was ok towards the end; when it was clear he was trying to come clean to her. idk how i’m gonna be able to read the next chapter!!!!!

aww yay thank you!!! It makes me so happy that you love Peter in this so much because he’s my smol previous bean and I adore him so much! And I am thrilled we’re really getting into the thick of Y/n and Bucky’s relationship and how they’re starting to be riskier with each other and giving in and AH Im so excited to share more!! Thanks for reading hun!! 💕

#inbox #by any other name #fizzahocleirigh

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unoutan · 6 years ago

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Holy shit this week went fast.. now I'm ready to CRY

SO CLOSEEEE. SO CLOSEEE TO THE DEKU VS. KACCHAN PART 2 FIGHTTTTTTT~ WE’RE RIGHTTT…THEREEEE…KIND OF…ALMOST!

#i can't wait for them to talk about their feelings #in their emotionally constipated cathartic way #like i can't FUCKING WAIT #SO HYPED #HYPEDD MAN #bakudeku #bkdk #katsudeku #bnha #mha #spoiler #spoilers #unoutan responds

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A prompt: no one has written about the elevator scene yet, need more thereeee

How…. Has no one written about this??

Her eyes were beyond begging and she was falling to hold back the crack in her voice. He’d seen her on the verge of tears before, but not quite like this. Her expression was pleading, not frightened, nor sorrowful, nor pitying.

“Ben, please. I can help you.”

Part of him wanted to recoil at his name and scoff at her hopefulness. Another part, a stronger one, wanted to say yes, to give into her request and get the hell out of here. They didn’t have to go back to the Resistance, or the Republic - they could just run.

In that brief moment, she was all he needed.

He wanted to accept, to tell her they could leave now, force the turbolift back down. What came out of his mouth didn’t express that. “How could you possibly help me?”

She shrugged with a sigh. She was so close to him. Her gravity was intoxicating. “I don’t know how, only that I can. You can come back, Ben. I know you can.”

The turbo lurched and shuddered to a halt. She was knocked off balance and into his chest. His hands instinctively went to her shoulders, holding her steady. Her cheeks were flushed, embarrassed, nervous from touching him.

Without thinking, he lowered his face to hers, caught in the honey trap of her eyes. Before he could speak, or react, or get a goddamn grip on himself, she kissed him. Softy, chastely, so quickly he almost missed it.

“Please.”

The turbo began to move again before he could answer. There was no way they would be able to turn around now, not before confronting Snoke. Hands still on her shoulders, he kissed her back ferociously, fast and hard.

He let her go before the doors opened. Nerves building up his spine, heart beating at a gallop in his chest, he took a deep breath, steading himself. “Follow my lead for now, and I’ll follow yours when we’re safe again.”

She nodded, fighting and failing to suppress a grin. “Deal.”

#reylo #gil does drabbles #tlj spoilers

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solastia · 7 years ago

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Faith | 3

Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4]

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count: 5,785

Genre & Warnings: Angst, Smut, maybe a dash of fluff. Sex in public, because this is me we are talking about and that’s becoming a recurrent theme. Unprotected sex. Cheating. Weed references. NC-17 & TW Rated.

Notes: I have hated every Keisha I’ve ever met, except Keisha Cole. So, sorry to any Keisha’s that read this and get offended. Love you boo.

Tonight was going to be off the hook.

You were looking good in an oversized camo hoodie, combat boots, and a cute jean skirt with fishnets underneath. Casual, comfy and cute.

For the first time in...God...forever, you were going to go out, hang out with your friends, and get fucking wasted. Faith had fully been weaned for a couple months now, so it was safe to finally indulge in the sweet oblivion that being wasted off your ass for the first time is almost two years will bring.

Watching Faith and her sitter play while you put on the last bit of your makeup, you can’t help but smile. Even though you felt guilty as hell, since this was the first time you’d ever left her behind for any reason other than work, she seemed perfectly content. She usually was. Faith was one of the least fussy babies you’d ever seen in your life, and you thanked your lucky stars every day that she was yours.

She was happily playing with her little crab stuffie, singing with the sitter, her smile wide and little dimples on full display. Noting that her attention was fully away from you, you sneak to the door and wave a silent goodbye to the sitter, and hurry outside. You place your ear against the door and after only hearing continued giggles, you finally relax and head out.

Your friends had been bugging you to go to this party for an entire week. It was an annual thing hosted by the owner of a local club and tended to be one of the biggest parties of the year. Normally, partying it up wasn’t really your thing, but after almost two years of the single mom grind, you felt you more than deserved it.

You pull into the large driveway of the house, observing the mess of cars everywhere. It’s not exactly a mansion since no one who could afford to live in a mansion would choose to live in this shit hole of a city, but it was close. Judging by the sheer number of cars everywhere and the people hanging around outside, you could tell this party was probably going to be the biggest one yet.

Knowing that your brother was probably already here with his friends, you text him to let him know you actually came and to set aside some roofie free drinks for you.

You finally reach the front door and raise your hand to knock only for it to be flung open by your very out of breath brother.

“Woah, Alan, where you running off to? I don’t need door service, although I appreciate it, you nerd.” You laugh, going to walk past him but he puts a hand on your shoulder to stop you. He frowns down at you, eyes heavy with sadness and worry.

“Don’t come in, sis. I didn’t think you were actually going to come or I would have told you not to. I was going to tell you the news in the morning.”

“What news?”

But before he could answer you, you heard it.

A laugh that you know as well as your own.

You could feel the deep rumble of the voice that followed, every word sending electricity through your veins, sparking life back into your numb heart.

You push past your protesting brother, moving towards the voice in a trance. Everything around you felt like it was slow motion, or like you were watching yourself from somewhere else. You peek in the living room, hovering around a corner so you could try to see but hopefully not be seen.

There he was. The love of your life. The man that you hadn’t seen in person in 1.8 years. 22 months. 669 days. Not that you were counting.

Fuck, he looked good. Dark jeans that accentuated his long legs. Black shirt and black leather jacket. And was that a Gucci belt? His hair wasn’t blonde anymore either. It was now some peachy color that made his skin absolutely radiant. Your eyes drank him in like he was an oasis in the Sahara. You were astounded anew how much Faith had taken after him. She definitely had her daddy’s smile and dimples. Maybe she’d get lucky and get some of his height too.

You were so caught up in observing him that it took you a moment to realize that he’d stopped talking. Your eyes traveled back up to his face, horrified to see that he was looking right at you. His shocked eyes quickly narrowed, and you saw him snap his mouth closed, the telltale jaw clench warning you of imminent trouble. With a squeak, you ran past your brother into what resembled another living room, thankfully empty. You duck behind the couch and squat with your knees pulled to your chest, laying your head on your knees. You were being a fucking coward, you acknowledged.

“Where is she?” You heard Namjoon demand in the entryway.

“Good to see you too, man. You know, we talked last week. You could have told me you were going to be in town. We’ll have to make some dinner plans or something, yeah? Hey, introduce me to that producer friend of yours, let’s go!” God, you loved your brother. He would save you.

“Alan...” Namjoon snarled. Stand your ground, bro.

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.” You were going to kill him. You’d always wondered what it would be like to be an only child.

Every stomp of Namjoon’s feet as he made his way towards you felt amplified. You could sense when he was finally in front of you and hear his breath as stood there observing you. Finally, he sighs and sits down against the wall opposite you.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He questions softly.

“My specialty. Being ridiculous.” You answer, your voice muffled by your arms.

He snorts before falling silent again. It feels like at least a minute passes before he speaks again.

“Please, just look at me.” The low, almost pleading, timbre of his voice forces you to look up. He’s sitting cross-legged with his head against the wall, just watching you with an indecipherable expression.

“Hey, you.” He finally mumbles softly.

“Sup.” You counter, snickering when he shoots you a mock annoyed expression.

You both just relax and observe each other for a few minutes with wistful smiles.

“Is that my hoodie?” He asks, finally breaking the silence.

You stay silent, your blush giving you away as he smirks over at you.

“What are you even doing here, Joonie?”

“Visiting the family. It’s my Mom’s birthday next week and all she wanted from me was to come visit for a month. She still talks about you, you know. Like, she called and rambled at me for an hour once because she saw you at the grocery store.”

You chuckle and grin at him. “I miss her. She was always nice to me. Tell her I said Hi, and that I miss her cooking.”

Namjoon stops smiling and just stares at you, gnawing at his cheek as he tended to do when he was contemplating something.

“You’re still as gorgeous as I remember.” He whispers, his voice cracking.

You start to respond when you’re interrupted by a shrill voice.

“Nam Nams, you in here?”

Nam Nams? You silently mouth at him as he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He practically growls, looking at you with a worried expression.

Suddenly, there’s a fucking Nicki Minaj lookalike walking around the couch and staring at the two of you.

“What’s going on here? You find someone’s ear to talk off, baby?” She laughs, letting you know that she didn’t even think you were competition enough to be worried.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. Just an old friend of Namjoon’s. You can have him back if you want. I was just leaving.” You stand up, pretending to stretch and do your best to look as nonchalant as possible.

“I’m Keisha. Nammy’s girlfriend, since he’s not introducing us properly.” She laughs, but it’s so fake you cringe.

“Keisha, can you grab us a couple drinks while I say bye to my old friend? I’ll be back there in a minute.” Namjoon asks sarcastically. Meanwhile, this Keisha is either dumb as fuck or just really trusting, because she didn’t seem to catch onto Namjoon’s tone that you knew meant trouble.

“Sure, babe. Nice meeting you, girl.” She pecks him on the cheek before sashaying away, somehow making it through the door with her giant ass.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

You look at Namjoon in irritation, raising your eyebrow as he stands up and towers over you.

“Was I supposed to tell your girlfriend that? I’m not about to start a catfight for your entertainment, Nam Nams, I just got my nails done.” You fake a laugh, turning to leave when he stops you.

“Please stay and talk to me. I miss you.” He says softly, and you melt. You want to, so bad. You want to tell him everything. How much you still love him, how you missed him, how you read and watched everything he was in, how loving his daughter was the only thing that kept you going some days.

“I can’t. I don’t want your girlfriend getting ideas. Go back over there, Joonie.”

“Do you think I care what she thinks? I will fuck you on this couch as she watches. You are the only one that matters. Baby, please. I just miss you every second of every day.” He grabs your face and places his forehead on yours.

“Look, you don’t even have to talk to me. Just stay where I can see you. I just want to see you. I know you don’t go to parties, so if you came tonight it was because you wanted to relax and hang out with your friends, right? So go do that. I know I’m not helping with the relaxing part, but please...just let me see you.”

You want to cry and you want to kiss him. His plush lips are so close you wouldn’t even have to move much to do it. Instead, you nod and step away.

“I’ll stay, I can do that much. Be good, Joonie.” You soften your warning with a smile as you walk away into the main room where everyone else is. Your friends see you and start squealing, and you notice Namjoon go back to his group from the corner of your eye.

“HEYYYYY. We got you some drinks, boo. Here you go, drink the whole shot in one go. Thereeee you go. OK, now that you’re nice and boozed up, did you know Namjoon is here?” Your friend Layla questions, making you stutter on the shot of tequila that you hadn’t even finished swallowing.

“Yes, I already saw him. We talked, it was...civil. Met his girlfriend.”

“Something tells me that’s a self-appointed title. He sure doesn’t seem to be treating her like a girlfriend. In fact, his eyes are glued to you. He looks like a hunting dog that caught a scent.” You snort at Layla’s description but try to sneak a peek as casually as you can while you take a beer and relax into a loveseat.

He’s standing surrounded by his group of friends, most of them taking shots. Keisha’s holding onto his arm, blabbering on about something that you know he doesn’t hear because he’s staring straight at you. When he notices you looking at him, he slightly smiles and tips his beer at you. You avert your eyes quickly and hope he didn’t see you grin. When he said he wanted to see you, he wasn’t kidding. You could still feel him staring. You wondered if it made you weird that you found it cute instead of creepy.

“Girl, at least tell me if he got work done because he looks like he got ass implants,” Layla asks.

“How are you so familiar with her ex’s ass, you hoe?” Your friend Amber asks, looking at Layla disbelief.

“I walked in on them so many times, I sometimes have nightmares” Layla laughs and you throw a pillow at her.

“I don’t think so, he’s not really the plastic surgery type. I mentioned getting my boobs done once and he went on an hour long rant about how my body was perfect and I should love myself, etc. Probably has just been working out.” You explain as you try to sneak a look at the aforementioned body part. It did look a little plumper than usual. You bite your lip and force yourself to look away before he notices what you’re looking at.

Alan shows up with a new round of shots and you throw yourself into having a great night. After a while, you can’t tell if the warmth you feel is the alcohol or the fact that you are starting to get a little turned on by Namjoon’s constant vigilance. You were sure it was the fact that you knew all of his little triggers and he couldn’t do anything about it that made it so hot. So you started doing little things you knew liked, like biting your lips or playing with the holes in your fishnets. He’d always loved it when you wore them. You’d lost count of how many of your stockings he’d shredded in the past. The erection pressing against his tight jeans that he wasn’t bothering to hide told you it was all working.

Somehow your two groups had merged and your friends were talking with some of the guys in Namjoon’s little entourage. Namjoon had moved to the couch you were sitting on and unfortunately brought Keisha with him as she plopped down into the seat on the other end. She was apparently a bit of a lightweight because about two minutes after sitting there she passed out. Namjoon was sitting way too close. His thighs were firmly pressed against yours and you tried to control the shivers wracking your body just from being close to him.

You were so engrossed in a conversation you were having with Layla about this amazing series you’d read last week that you’d forgotten to pay attention to Namjoon. You jumped when you felt a finger suddenly poke its way into a hole in your stocking clad thigh. It stroked your skin and flicked the netting a few times before it was gone. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and gave Namjoon a dirty look that he didn’t acknowledge. He was still deep in conversation with his friend. You decided to ignore it and chalk it up to him being too wasted to realize what he was doing.

A blunt was being passed around and you declined, not wanting to go home to Faith high as fuck. You watched as Namjoon accepted and took a huge hit as he stared right at you with hooded eyes. He looks at your mouth then back up to your eyes, cocking an eyebrow. You’re suddenly reminded of the time he’d taught you how to shotgun and it led it a huge make out session that lasted for a half hour. Namjoon really fucking loved just kissing for a long time. You know he’s realized what you’re thinking about when he smirks but he just blows the smoke up into the air when you turn away.

After a few minutes, you start to relax again with no further interaction from Namjoon. One of his friends is telling you all about New York and all the places he loved and he thought you might like. You were beginning to wonder if this kid liked you because he kept talking about taking you to restaurants and clubs. He was a cute kid, but you didn’t date these days. You had Faith to worry about, and didn’t need all that nonsense in your life. You haven’t even been tempted to look at anyone else since Namjoon, although you know you should.

“Trey, you wanna go grab a few more beers, man? I would get them myself, but I’m high as fuck right now and I’m so clumsy I’d probably kill myself and ten more people with me.” Namjoon butted in just as the kid apparently named Trey was talking about how much you would like some park where they put up hammocks. The kid runs off without another word.

“Do you have to flirt right in front of me?” Namjoon growls in your ear.

“I didn’t realize making weird grunting noises every now and then so he’d think I was listening was considered flirting. Forgive my wanton ways.” You snort and take a sip of your beer that you’d been nursing for a while.

“What would your boyfriend think if he knew you were out flirting with some kid?”

“You’re not subtle, Joonie. I don’t have one. And if I did, I’d think he’d understand the difference between flirting and being polite.”

“Who was your last boyfriend? Anyone I know?”

“Joonie, what’s with the third degree?”

“I’m just curious. Just making sure you’re being treated right.”

You roll your eyes at that. “Hmmph. Yeah, you knew him rather well I’d say.”

“Who was it? I swear to God if you say MC McGriddle...” Namjoon grins down at you and you lose it. You laugh so hard you’re holding your stomach and can’t stop the little snort from escaping. You don’t miss Namjoon saying so cute under his breath.

“The day I date him is the day I question my own sanity. Besides, he’s known as Lyrical Lannister now. I guess he had a Game Of Thrones marathon one day.”

Namjoon laughs and bumps your shoulder with his. “Seriously, woman, who?”

“You, dumbass.” You mumble, looking away from his shocked expression.

“Me? You haven't dated anyone since me? Why not?” He questioned, disbelief evident in his tone.

You shrug your shoulders and ignore him once the kid comes back with a new beer for you. You trade out your now warm beer for the cold one and smile at him in thanks. He immediately falls back into his speech about how much you would enjoy New York.

It’s hard, but you ignore Namjoon as best as you can. That last conversation was treading into dangerous waters and you’re not ready to tell him about Faith yet. And that wasn’t the way you wanted to tell him. Oh hey, yeah, the reason I haven’t dated since you is because I’m busy raising your child. Crazy, huh? He deserved to be told in a better way. Hell, he deserved to have known in the first place, but you had decided that was the best decision at the time and there was nothing you could do about it now.

You can see Namjoon still staring at you out of the corner of your eye. He looks deep in thought, and that scares the hell out of you.

Please, please don’t do anything stupid.

As if he’d heard your thoughts and decided to take up the challenge, you felt his hand sneak towards your lower back and lift the hoodie as he slips his fingers inside your waistband. You knew what he was doing since he used to do this all the time, usually when you were laying together in front of the television. He had a habit of slipping his hands into your pants and playing with strings of your thongs. However, he wouldn’t find any this time. You feel him searching around and you hide your grin as he looks at you with a delighted smirk.

“You naughty girl, you’re not wearing any panties.” He growls in your ear, his aroused tone deep and husky. You try really hard not to let him get to you, even though just his voice was making you wet.

Nasty ass bugs, raw onions, Faith’s dirty diapers...

“Man, I am starving. You guys want to go get something to eat?” Trey chimes in and saves the day. How he is so oblivious to everything going on around him, you don’t know.

“Mmm, I could eat something.” Namjoon grins at you and you roll your eyes at his obvious innuendo.

“I’m actually pretty hungry too. I’ll head out now, I think.” You say, as you stand up and gesture to your friends that you were leaving. They wave and blow a few kisses before going back to the guys they were talking to.

“We’ll take you. Trey is actually our designated driver tonight, so it’s safer this way. How did you get here? Bus?” Namjoon asks as he stands up and throws his snapback on and checks for his wallet and keys.

“No. I have a lil hoopty car now. He’s ugly as hell and works only 50% of the time, but he’s mine.” You announce proudly, knowing Namjoon would appreciate the significance. The two of you had often had to rely on public transportation or walking if you wanted to get anywhere. You’d lost count of the number of times you guys had to deal with broken bags of groceries walking home. Once you’d had Faith to worry about though, you’d scrimped and saved every penny so you’d have semi-reliable transportation for a baby.

“No shit? That’s awesome, baby!” He exclaimed a little too loudly, but if Trey thought anything odd with Namjoon calling you baby, he didn’t show it.

“So where are we going to go?” Trey asked, looking at the little group that assembled for a food run.

You and Namjoon look at each other with a grin, saying in perfect union, “Jack in the box.”

The car ride over to the restaurant had been extremely difficult.

There were about ten of you that decided to go get food, and you’d all piled into this van thing that was half minivan, half party bus. Namjoon had left his girlfriend passed out on the couch, saying that her manager was there to watch her. You were extremely guilty about the fact that you felt good that he’d ditch her so readily to hang out with you. You’d never been the type of person to take someone else’s man. Some dark part of you screamed that he was yours first.

The van had been a tight fit and Trey had offered for you to sit up front with him. You had been about to decline nicely when you were forcibly picked up and practically slammed onto Namjoon’s lap. You turn slightly to give him a dirty look, but he just shrugs and looks out the window.

Even though it was only a ten-minute drive to the nearest 24 hour Jack in the box, it felt longer thanks to Namjoon. He held onto your hips and traced circles into your thighs, saying he was just helping keep you steady. Anytime he’d move your hips to slide across his very hard erection, he’d say he was just adjusting because you had a bony ass. When the restaurant sign was in sight, he’d leaned into the left side of your neck and nipped the flesh. You jerked in shock, inadvertently grinding harder onto his erection, and he moaned softly in your ear. You could feel yourself becoming drenched.

Damn you Kim Namjoon.

You almost tripped in your rush to get out of the van. As you adjusted your clothes you happen to look over at Namjoon and audibly gasp. He hears you and follows your gaze down to his crotch. You’ve left a huge wet spot on the front of his jeans. He smirks and winks at you, then swaggers past you into the restaurant. It looked like he was flaunting the fucking evidence that he got you horny. You really hoped all his friends were too wasted to notice anything.

As you make your way to the counter and see who’s behind it, you want the ground to open and swallow you whole. The Gods were against you this day. It was the manager of this place and he always remembered the two of you. You’d also come in here quite a lot while you were pregnant, and you really hoped he’d be able to keep his mouth shut.

“Hey, it’s my favorite duo! Haven’t seen the both of you in here together in a while. Six monster tacos and two cokes, right?” He smiles innocently at the two of you and you want to hide. Namjoon just acts like it’s no big deal and agrees, paying and chatting with the guy. Trey looks between the two of you with an odd look on his face, and you’re wondering if he’s starting to connect the dots.

The rest of the meal goes off without any issues. Namjoon is at the other side of the table and he even keeps his eyes to himself. You take the chance to breathe properly and eat your shitty tacos in peace.

When you’re done, you excuse yourself and head to the bathroom. You wash up and stare at yourself in the mirror. What the fuck was up with this day? You had woken up a single mother just trying to get through life. Now, you were here with your ex-boyfriend/baby daddy/love of your life and you were very tempted to help him cheat on his girlfriend. Granted, he didn’t seem to care much about the chick, but still, a girlfriend is a girlfriend. You shouldn’t be all that surprised though. The two of you had never been very good at keeping your hands off each other. Still, you should try, right? You didn’t want to be one of those girls that fucks with guys in relationships. And you really didn’t like the idea of sharing.

A soft knock started you out of your thoughts and you groan. You know perfectly well who it is. As you debate the wisdom of letting him in, your hand moves like it’s possessed and you turn the lock before backing away until you hit the wall.

Namjoon quickly lets himself in and locks the door behind him as he stares at you. He pushes himself off the door and prowls towards you, grabbing your face as he slams his lips into yours. There is nothing soft about this kiss. It’s full of the desperation and longing that the both of you have felt for almost two years. His tongue traces your lips begging for entry and you let him in. He kisses you like a man starved, hard and hot. Moaning into your mouth like it’s everything he’s ever wanted, and you had to agree. Kissing him feels like home.

He props you up on the sink and pushes your skirt up, staring when he reaches your pussy that’s covered in nothing but the fishnets, already dripping and shiny with your arousal. With a snarl, he grabs and rips the part of the stockings covering you and desperately laps up your juices. He groans when you start bucking against his face and grabs your hips to pull you even closer.

“Fuck, I love your pussy.” He moans as he adds a finger and watches you throw your head back as you lose yourself in the sensations.

You’re breathing through your nose and biting your lip in an effort to be quiet. It’s hard though, so hard. Namjoon still knew your body so well and knew just how to make you fall apart. You can hear how wet you are as he pumps his finger, before finally adding a second and then a third. Tears well up you were so overwhelmed by the sensations you hadn’t felt in so long. You can feel yourself tightening around Namjoon’s fingers and that must have been the signal he was waiting for because he suddenly leaned back down and drew your clit into his mouth, sucking hard. You throw your hand over your mouth to stop the scream that wants to escape as you cum, still riding Namjoon’s fingers.

He gradually stops pumping, letting you ride out your orgasm, before pulling his fingers out and bringing them to your lips.

“Taste yourself. Taste how delicious you are.” He orders breathlessly, and you open your mouth to allow him to serve you his fingers. You suckle on them, moaning lustily mostly for his benefit, something that the attack on your neck with his lips proves he enjoys.

He pulls back and studies you as he palms himself, then slowly unzips and drops his pants and boxers down to his ankles. His cock is standing tall and dripping, and you lick your lips hungrily. He notices the motion and moans as he tugs on himself.

“As much as I love your lips on me, if you touch me right now I’m going to cum all over your beautiful face.”

He leans in and kisses you again, softly this time, sucking on your bottom lip as he pulls away. He lines himself up with you and slowly pushes into your pussy.

“Fuck, you are so tight. I missed this view. You always take my cock so well, baby.” He moans as he fills you completely. “I wish I could take my time, but I need you so bad.”

He pulls all the way out before slamming back into you and then starts pounding steadily, fucking you hard and fast. You try to find leverage and settle for his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss as you wrap your legs around him. Sweat is dripping down his face and you can’t seem to care, and you can tell that the both of you are already so close.

“Your tight little pussy is mine. God, I fucking love you.” He rasps, digging his fingers deeper into your hips.

He leans down and latches onto your neck, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth hard, obviously trying his best to leave marks. He finally bites down hard and you feel yourself tumble over the edge, your pussy clenching around Namjoon as you cum.

“Oh fuck, yeah baby, cum on my cock. Such a fucking good girl.” He growls as he quickly follows and cums deep in you, filling you with warmth.

You both stay like that for a few moments as you collect your breath. He slowly slides out of you and helps you off the counter before zipping himself up. You walk over to the paper towels to clean up and he stops you. He lifts your skirt back up and parts your pussy lips, watching as his cum starts to leak out. He takes a finger and pushes it all back in before looking up at you.

“Keep it all in there, baby.”

You snort, looking at him like he’s crazy. “Joonie, that’s how you get infections.”

“I’ll pay for your cream shit. I want you to keep me in you. I want you to sleep with me inside of you.” He mumbled as he started nuzzling your neck.

“You know that peeing is a thing, right?”

“Fine, pee if you must. You’ll have to call me to fill you back up if you do, though.”

“Freak.” You mumble as you try to adjust yourself and wipe at your face in the mirror a little, although it’s a little hard with Namjoon wrapped all around you watching you in the mirror.

“I meant what I said.” He locked eyes with you in the mirror and you froze.

“What part? You said a lot of stuff.” You know which part he meant.

“When I said I love you. I always have and I always will.”

“I love you too, Namjoon.” You sigh, feeling like you were drowning in his warm brown eyes. You probably should have told him that because his smile is huge and both of his dimples are on display. The sight reminds you of the big secret you’ve kept from him.

“So, what now?” He asks, and you can feel how tense he is after asking that.

“Honestly, I don’t really know. I’m as messed up as you right now. You have a girlfriend, you’re only visiting and live in another state. And I have a lot of big things in my life.”

“I’ll break up with her in the morning. Although, I never even asked her to go out with me in the first place. She just started calling herself my girlfriend and I just went with it because I didn’t fucking care. She wasn’t you so I didn’t care.”

“That’s a little messed up, Joonie.”

“I know it’s messed up. And I still don’t care.”

You grunt and shake your head. “How about this. For now, we’ll try just being good friends. We’ll try to iron out the shit in our lives and see what happens.”

“Friends that fuck?” He asks you with big puppy dog eyes.

“Namjoon...we’ll see. As usual, we can’t keep our hands off each other, so we’ll see. Depends on how things go with your Nicki Minaj wannabe.”

Namjoon huffs into your neck and presses his lips to it.

“Ok, baby. We’ll try it your way. If you try to push me away again, though, I will kidnap you and take you to Vegas to get married. I’m not letting you go again.”

You laugh like it’s a great joke and ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you make your way back to the tables. Luckily, everyone seems to be so out of it that no one really noted your absence. Well, except for maybe Trey; he was looking at you a little funny, but still offers to drop you off at home.

As you give Trey your address, you see Namjoon smile as he realizes you’re still in the old apartment that you had shared. The drive there was uneventful. Namjoon knew how tired you were so he didn’t do anything except put his number on your phone. He just let you fall back against his chest and doze off a little. When Trey pulled into your parking lot, Namjoon whispered in your ear, asking if you wanted him to walk you to your door. Knowing what you were hiding on the other side made that impossible, so you just pecked him on the cheek and left, waving at him as you reached the top of the stairs.

You stumble into your living room as quietly as you can and say goodbye to the sitter. You quickly change before going to check on Faith. She was sound asleep and looked peaceful. You stroke her thick black hair and marvel all over again how much she looked like Namjoon.

You couldn’t believe what had happened tonight. There was so much to think about and it was just all so much to process. You weren’t sure of what you were going to do. You knew you wanted Namjoon with every fiber of your being. You loved him. You always had and you always will. The question was whether or not he would still love you when he learned your secret.

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