#AND THE LITTLE FLOWERS YOU PUT ON MY JAMMIES!!!!

[archangeldyke-all]

hello sevika lovers happy saturday! here's a nasty little smutty piece for you from me.

have a lovely weekend! love,

angel :)

men and minors DNI, i'll block tf out of u

modern au

sevika's some kind of high level exec. business owner with silco. he handles the marketing and she handles the numbers.

the two of you met years ago when her business was just starting to take off. silco had hired you to help design a logo for them, and in the process you'd spent quite a bit of time getting to know the duo.

for a few months, you met with silco and sevika once or twice a week to discuss and tweak your designs. after the first few meetings, silco started sending sevika to meet with you alone, sick of feeling like a third wheel during business meetings.

you weren't subtle about your infatuation with the woman, but you kept it professional--she was your boss after all.

after three months and dozens of meetings with sevika (most of which went hours over scheduled-- both of you getting too caught up in flirting and chatting to notice the time flying) you finalized the design and got your final paycheck.

you figured that that was the end of your little flirtatious fling with sevika, until a week later she's pounding on your door with a bundle of flowers hidden behind her back.

"sevika?" you asked, surprised to see the woman standing in your doorway.

"hi. uh. silco said my brooding was ruining the atmosphere at the office. told me to suck it up and go for it so..." you had no idea what she was talking about until she revealed the flowers to you and shoved them into your chest. "i was wondering if you'd ever like to get some food with me. you know. not for work."

"like a date?" you asked. she nodded.

you kissed her in response. (and she fucked you against your front door before trimming and arranging the flowers in a vase for you.)

anyways since then you've been inseparable.

she marries you the second she has some substantial money put away in her savings.

most days she's able to keep her work away from home, but come the end of every business quarter, work gets exceptionally busy for her and she doesn't have any choice but to sprawl out in her home office, crunching numbers and reviewing accounts night after night after night.

one of these evenings, you come home and find her hunched over her desk, glasses slipping down her nose, rubbing her temples.

for a few minutes, you simply admire her as she jabs at her calculator and shuffles through her files. eventually, she notices you, the tension in her shoulders melting at the sight of you. you saunter over to her and she grins.

"hi baby" you say, pressing a kiss into her hair.

"mmmh." she says as she buries her face into your tits, her arms snaking around your waist. you scratch her scalp, and you can swear you hear her purring.

"how much longer have you got?" you ask her. she groans into you long and dramatic, and you giggle, pressing kisses on her head.

"hour and a half, two hours maybe." she says. "why? you wanna distract me?" she looks up at you with a salacious smile. you laugh, flicking her forehead.

"get your work done and i'll give you a back massage." you say, pulling away from her. you gently push her glasses up her nose for her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. she sighs.

"fine." she says, shooing you away.

you go , stripping and putting on your jammies, (one of sevika's old t shirts and a pair of panties.) sipping on a large glass of wine after a long day.

you put on some soft music in the kitchen, whipping up a quick meal for yourself and sevika.

when you wander back into her office about half an hour later, she's so focused she doesn't even notice you.

you place her food beside a tall stack of folders, then pour her a big glass of whiskey from her bar cart. you press a quick kiss in her hair.

she hums, reaching out to grab your wrist, keeping you beside her as she finishes some calculation. when shes done, she sets down her pencil and looks up at you.

you pout down at your wife, tracing the dark bags under her eyes with your thumbs. "poor baby." you whisper. "workin' so hard."

sevika hums in agreement as she nuzzles into your touch. you laugh at her. "come here." she demands, patting her lap with one hand and pulling you toward her with her other

you comply, straddling her lap. her hands find your waist, while yours snake around her shoulders. "you think this chair can hold the both of us?" you ask as the chair lets out a pathetic squeak beneath the two of you. sevika doesn't respond, too busy pressing kisses into your neck and jaw. you hum, running your fingers through her hair.

"fuckin' miss you." she mumbles into your neck.

"'m right here, honey." you say. her hands begin to massage your hips.

"yeah but i haven't gotten to fuck you in weeks." she grumbles. this makes you cackle.

"we fucked this morning!" you say. you feel her smile against your neck.

"been so busy lately, been neglecting my wifely duties." she continues. you laugh again. she begins sucking a hickey into the flesh of your neck. "been neglecting you, huh?" she asks. you laugh.

"you're not getting anything from me until you're done with your work, babe." you say to her. she nips your skin and you screech.

"why not?" she asks petulantly, grip becoming tighter on your hips. you have to pull her away from your neck by her half pony.

"because you've got important things to do. businessy things. dinner things. things for silco. and if we start now, you know we won't stop until we're both asleep."

"you're more important than any of that shit." she whispers. you smile, pushing her back in the chair, slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons of her black silk button up for her, pushing her glasses up to sit on her head. the more you undress her, the harder getting off her lap seems.

her grip on your hips is so tight now you'd struggle to leave now anyways. she's got a cocky little smile on her lips, like she knows she's won, and you can't help but huff in annoyance.

with a grin, sevika pulls down on your hips as she thrusts up against you. you gasp when you feel a hard bulge in her pants.

"fuck, sev." you whisper. she grins as she begins to grind you down on her crotch. "when did you even put that on?" you ask with a giggle.

"kept it on after i fucked you this morning. wanted to remember the noises you made all day." you groan, pulling sevika's shirt out of where it was tucked into her pants, clawing at her abs. "so...?" sevika asks.

"what?"

"you gonna distract me for a bit, sweetheart?" she asks.

you roll your eyes but nod anyways, grinding small circles into sevika's lap as she grins up at you. "you're fuckin' annoying." you whisper down at her. she chuckles.

"you're the one who married me." you roll your eyes at her, before smacking at the grip she has on your hips.

"lemme go." you whisper. she pouts. you kiss her in reassurance, whispering in her ear. "not going far." sevika's grip doesn't relent, and you roll your eyes, biting her ear lobe. "come on baby. gotta get your dick wet before you can put it in me." you say, popping the button on her pants. she moans and lets go, hands flying to help you push her pants down. you giggle as she wiggles out of her pants, sliding off her lap and onto the floor between her legs as she pulls her strap out.

"fuck." she whispers at the sight of you. you lick your lips when her strap pops out of her pants, seven thick inches of purple silicone that never fails to make you scream. you don't waste time, both of your hands coming up to grip her thighs, pressing a kiss to the tip of the strap as your eyes flick up to catch hers.

sevika always loses her mind when you suck her strap, swears she can feel it, swears it's the hottest thing in the world to watch. she's cum from it a few times when she's particularly desperate, and it never fails to get you soaking fucking wet watching her fall apart above you.

sevika snakes a hand into your hair, gripping at the roots. she guides your head down the strap, and you keep your eyes locked on hers as you relax your throat and take her to the hilt.

tears begin to well in your eyes as sevika holds you down on her cock, and she waits until they fall down your cheeks before pulling you off to let you breathe. "shit baby, you're so fuckin' good at that." she whispers as you gasp to catch your breath.

you grin and spit on her strap, giggling as her hips jolt. you jerk the silicone up and down, pressing kisses on every inch of the shaft, soaking it in your saliva, never letting your eyes leave sevika's unless it's to close your eyes as you moan.

taking the strap back into your mouth, you begin to bob your head up and down, nasty gagging and squelching sounds starting up from between your lips. "g-god fuck." sevika whines. "shit listen to you. fuckin' gaggin' on it, huh baby?" you nod up at her. she tightens her grip on your hair and you relax, allowing your wife to control your movements as she begins to throat fuck you.

"f-f-fuck honey, shit." sevika grunts as she starts thrusting her hips up into your mouth. your clit is throbbing in your panties, and you're sure you've soaked them through by now. clenching your thighs together brings you some relief, but nowhere near enough.

when you snake one of your hands away from where you were gripping her thighs to rub between your legs, sevika groans.

"fuckin' touching yourself, baby?" she asks. you whimper, two of your fingers easily sliding inside of your sopping wet hole. "fuck, you're so nasty. getting off on this. shit is that you?" sevika asks when the wet sloshing sounds of your fingers massaging your inner walls start. you whimper around her cock in response. "jesus fucking christ." sevika growls. "get the fuck up here. lemme feel how wet that pussy is for me."

before you know what's happening, she's pulling you off her cock and back up into her lap.

your chin, neck, and the front of your t-shirt are soaked in your drool, a small puddle of your saliva's grown at the base of sevika's strap, which prods deliciously against your cunt as you get comfortable in her arms again. she hugs you to her chest, pressing kisses against you everywhere she can reach, into your hair, against the tear tracks on your cheeks, down your neck. she hugs your waist with one hand, and with the other, she pulls your panties to the side and starts rubbing your wet cunt.

"need something?" she teases as you twitch against her hold. you bite her neck and reach down to grab her wrist, pushing her fingers toward your hole.

"gotta stretch me out before i can take your dick, baby." you whisper. a shiver runs down sevika's spine. "and your fingers feel so much better than mine." you say. sevika groans and she slides her pointer finger into you. your thighs quake. "m-more i can take more, 'm wet enough for more baby." you gasp when she shoves a second finger inside you.

"feel good?" she whispers against your ear as you grind down on her fingers. she starts shallow thrusts in and out of your cunt, pushing against your g spot on each thrust.

"m-m-more." you whisper, orgasm creeping up on you. "another sev, please, you're gonna make me cum." she growls as she begins fucking a third finger in your cunt. the stretch stings, sevika's thick fingers bullying their way into your pussy, and you whimper and whine until her third finger finally slides in along side her other two. your pussy clenches, and her fingers press right up against your g spot, and you see stars.

"fuckin' cum for me." sevika growls. "cum on my fingers then i'll make you cum on my cock." you gasp. "fuck, you're soaking my hand honey." she whispers, grinding her fingers inside you as her palm rubs against your clit. you bite down on her neck, your thighs shaking, your back arching. "there you go baby, there you go. so perfect for me. such a good mouth. such a good cunt, baby, shit. takin' me so perfectly, you're gonna look so good all fucked out and dumb riding my cock."

you gasp and cum, her words going straight to your cunt. "fuckin' good girl, just like that. i fuckin' love you, holy shit, look at you." sevika babbles as you tremble in her hold. "shit baby. 'm gonna knock you up." she whispers in awe as you collapse against her, the last waves of your orgasm dying down.

you chuckle at her words, kissing her neck as you try to catch your breath.

sevika rubs your back with her free hand, peppering kisses against your head.

when you pull back to look her in the eyes, you melt. she's looking at you with a lovesick expression, the same expression she wore after the first time you kissed her, the same expression she wore watching you walk down the aisle, the same expression she wears every time you cum for her. you grin and lean forward to kiss her sappy smile off her face.

as you kiss her, you grab her wrist where her fingers are still buried inside you. you whine as you help her ease her thick fingers out of your cunt, the emptiness after the lovely stretch of your wife's fingers feeling foreign.

"you okay?" sevika asks against your lips. you pull away nodding. with a gentle tug, you bring her hand up to your face. sevika looks confused until you open your mouth for her-- lust quickly overtaking her features as she shudders.

she shoves her fingers in your mouth and the two of you moan simultaneously: you at the taste of your cum on your wife's fingers, sevika at the feeling of your tongue and lips sucking on her fingers.

"you're fuckin' nasty" she whispers, impressed. you chuckle around her fingers. you've been using the same few moves on sevika since you met, and she's just as shocked and turned on each and every time.

she shoves her fingers deep as they'll go, watching as your drool starts collecting and sliding down her hand and your chin, before pulling her hand away and smashing her lips against yours, shoving her tongue in her mouth like she was trying to get just as deep as her fingers were. one of her hands reaches back to grip your ass, the other snakes up your shirt to squeeze your tits. you reach behind you to guide her strap toward your cunt, huffing in frustration as you struggle to line her up right.

sevika pulls away from your mouth with a pop, spit strings connecting the two of you as she pulls away. you gasp for air as she reaches down to help you hold the strap up. "here you go baby." she whispers.

she's so sweet it almost makes you feel bad for what you're about to do to her.

almost.

you smile up at her, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips as she guides the tip of the strap inside you. the strap and your cunt are both so slippery that even with the two of you coordinating and guiding it, it takes a few tries to get it in.

when the tip does slide in, though, you both moan simultaneously. (you laugh a bit, because sevika can't even see the strap but she somehow knows it's inside you. she always swears she can feel you through it, and you're starting to think she really can)

her hands clutch at your hips, trying to be patient, but after so long together you can see the desperation creeping up on her. it's in the way her hold on you has become bruising, in the way her pupils are blown so wide she looks fucking high, in the way she's shuffling her feet beneath the two of you, trying to keep from thrusting into you. she's so sweet to you, so good, and you're about to break her poor heart, so you lean forward and give her a nasty kiss before pulling away and ripping your shirt over your head, determined to give her a good show.

sevika's gaze snaps to your tits, a grin growing on her lips, and you arch your back as you slowly sink down on her cock, giving her a good view of her slowly disappearing inside you.

your legs are shaking by the time you're sat on her lap, her strap buried inside you. "fuck-" you whisper. sevika gulps.

"you okay?" she asks. you close your eyes and nod, biting your lip and grinding tiny little circles against her. you both shudder at the movement.

you finally compose yourself, stilling your movements, taking a deep breath, and opening your eyes. your lovely wife is studying your body with a furrow between her brows, lip between her teeth, looking at you with the same intensity she was looking at her work earlier. though she looks much less bored this time. you gulp.

"sev." you whisper. her eyes snap up to yours. a nervous flutter flashes through your stomach when your eyes meet. sevika looks like she's gonna eat you alive. shit.

in an effort to placate her before you rip the bandaid off, you start gently scratching her scalp, running your fingers through her hair like you always do at night when you're trying to lull sevika to sleep. some of the tension leaves her body, she melts into her seat, sighing and blinking slowly at you. "sevika." you say, gathering your bravery, trying not to smile with nerves and betray yourself.

"yeah baby?" she asks. fuck. her voice sounds like sex.

you lean forward, pressing your body against hers, burying your head into her neck, pressing a gentle kiss there before nuzzling in and sighing. "you better hurry up and finish your work if you wanna fuck me before i fall asleep." you say.

sevika freezes. you close your eyes and bite your lip and wait for her to speak.

you hear the sound of her mouth opening and closing. like she's trying to talk but no words are coming out. you sneak a glance at her, and grin.

sevika looks shocked. her mouth is wide open, her eyes are widened in surprise, her brows reaching for her hairline. her hands are suspended in the air like she's not sure what to do with them.

you make the mistake of giggling, and her eyes snap to yours.

"you..." she whispers, eyes flashing from your cunt to your face to your hand still running through her hair. "are you serious?" she asks, dumbfounded.

you try your best to look innocent, widening your eyes, like who me? biting your lip in an attempt to hide your guilty smile. if the incredulous smirk sevika's face morphs into at the sight of you is anything to go by-- your attempt at innocence fails.

it's a stand off for a minute, sevika waiting for you to break, you waiting for sevika to get back to work.

you lean forward and give her nose a little kiss pulling her glasses back down and straightening them on her nose, tucking her hair behind her ears. "dont forget to eat your dinner too, baby" you whisper, settling back down against her shoulder.

your heart is pounding against your chest and your cunt is pounding around sevika's strap. you close your eyes, taking a shaky breath, waiting for her to react. for a minute, she does nothing, her hands suspended in midair.

then, she scoffs, sniffs, clears her throat, and picks up her pencil. the gentle scratch of pencil against paper fills the room and you grin in victory against her throat. she must feel the curve of your smile against her neck, because sevika scoffs and shakes her head above you, then she brings her free hand down on your ass with a resounding smack.

you gasp, your hips jolting in shock, causing you both to moan. sevika swallows hard, takes a deep breath, and gets back to scratching numbers behind you.

it takes you ten solid minutes to get your heart rate under control, but eventually, you and sevika start to sag into each other more and more. you sigh into her neck as the tension in your back slowly melts away, and she presses a gentle kiss against your scalp in return.

at one point, she stops writing, and takes a couple bites of her dinner, grunting as she does. she squeezes your ass and mumbles against your head "'s really good babe. thank you." you hum a happy sound and kiss her neck.

the hand on your ass starts to gently trace little numbers in your skin, which is so fucking cute it makes you a little dizzy. you have to bite your tongue to keep from kissing her senseless and breaking her focus.

your breath catches in your throat every other minute when sevika will intermittently claw your ass like a stress toy as she mutters under her breath, cursing her calculator, or a client, and occasionally just silco himself for "talkin' me into this fucking business shit." like she hasn't been doing 'this fucking business shit' for over a decade now.

she pushes her head into your hand when your scratching stops, like a cat demanding more attention. you giggle and begin to play with her hair again. she sighs sweetly in thanks.

eventually sevika snaps one folder closed and opens another. she jostles you a bit in the process. "sorry baby." she mumbles. you hum.

"'s okay."

"you're not falling asleep are you?" she asks suddenly, panicked, her grip on your ass tightening. you laugh.

"not yet."

"you tired?" she asks. you are, but nowhere near tired enough to fall asleep with sevika's cock buried inside you. still, you decide to tease her.

"a little."

"tell me about your day." she demands. you scoff, but start talking regardless.

you mumble against sevika's neck for a while she works behind you and hums and laughs at your words. after a while you trail off and run out of things to say, so sevika starts speaking in short little bursts between tasks and problems. what she ate for breakfast. the guy she watched step in dog shit this morning, how he almost caught her laughing. that she hates the arm exercises her new physical therapist gave her.

as time goes on, sevika's mindless groping of your ass becomes a little more intentional. her hips beneath you start shifting minutely, intermittent at first, but soon she's just grinding up into you. you bite your lip, trying to ignore her, but she just takes it as a challenge.

"i'm still trying to decide if i'm impressed or betrayed by your little stunt." she grunts out. you chuckle nervously.

"fuckin' dramatic." you whisper. "'m just trying to make sure you keep your job. like a responsible wife."

"like a tease."

"that too." you giggle.

suddenly, sevika's got both her hands on your hips, grinding you down onto her strap hard. you squeal.

"fuck sev!" you curse. "you--you've gotta do your work first." you say as your hands go flying down to grip her wrists. she grins at you.

"just finished." she growls.

you gulp, your cunt clencing, your heart rate picking up. you give up on trying to control the way sevika's grinding you against her lap, instead just holding your breath in anticipation of what she's gonna do to you.

"so whaddya think?" she asks. you whimper.

"'bout what?"

"should i feel betrayed or impressed?" you smile, leaning forward to kiss sevika.

"impressed. duh." you whisper against her lips. "got you to finish your work twice as fast." you say with a waggle of your eyebrows. sevika chuckles and shakes her head in amusement. she leans forward and gives you a sweet little kiss. you hum against her lips, only to screech when in a flash, sevika shoots up with you in her arms, setting you down on the desk in front of her, pinning your legs by up under your shoulders and looming down over you. you blink.

"dont make too much of a mess, baby, i gotta give these papers to silco tomorrow." is the only warning you get before she's pistoning her hips in and out of you at a brutal pace.

you scream and sevika grins.

"what'd you think was gonna happen, babe? thought you were gonna tease me like that 'n get away with it?" your hands flail, clawing at papers, before smoothing them out, then reaching up to claw at sevika instead. "huh?" she asks. you blink, then shake your head no with a chuckle. "no?" she asks, surprised. you laugh.

"knew i wouldn't get away with it. that's half the fun, sev." you whisper. she laughs and ducks down to kiss you.

"you're an evil fuckin' genius, baby." she says against your lips between panting breaths as she fucks you at a brutal pace.

your cunt is squelching between the two of you and sevika shakes her head in admonishment. "fuck did i say honey?" she spits. you huff. "told you not to get messy and you're already laying in a puddle." she growls against you.

"c-can't help it." you whine.

"no?"

"feels- fuck- feels so good baby." you moan. sevika growls, pressing one last firm kiss onto your lips before pulling away completely.

she pulls back, pulls her strap out of you, lets go of your legs, leaves you spread out and fucked open on the middle of her desk, whining and empty.

"fuck, you're pretty." she whispers. she grins down at you for a second, reaches forward to tweak your nipples, and then she's flipping you over.

you land on your stomach with a grunt, a shiver running down your spine as sevika presses your face down against her desk with one of her hands and guides her cock inside you with the other.

"fuck!" you gasp. sevika chuckles, starts fucking you with shallow little thrusts as she gropes your ass. "sevika." you whine.

"what's wrong baby?" she asks, chuckling as she watches you twitch and writhe beneath her.

"deeper, please." you ask. she hums, hitches one of your legs up on to the desk beside you, then slides all the way inside.

you whimper. the new angle makes her cock feel two inches bigger.

"that good enough for you?" sevika spits from above you. "huh? your greedy cunt finally satisfied baby?" she asks. you nearly cum at her words.

"sevika!" you gasp out. she laughs and starts grinding deep little circles into you.

"fuck. love watching your cunt clench around me like that baby. so fuckin' pretty. you're creamin' all over me baby, shit." sevika rambles. your eyes roll back in your head and you start rambling, desprate and needy.

"sevika, sev, baby, fuck me. please honey, fuck me hard and deep and fa-- ah!" you shriek as sevika starts fucking you. "oh fuck!" you screech. "fuck! just like that!" sevika presses down against your head and leg harder, pinning you to the desk as she picks up her pace.

she's growling behind you, but it's barely audible over your wailing and the smacking sounds of her hips meeting your ass, the squelching sounds that start back up between the two of you again.

"fuck." she whispers. you giggle when you hear it.

"feel good baby?" you taunt. sevika grunts. "god you're so deep, 'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow." you gasp out. sevika leans down to begin biting at your back and shoulders, her thrusts getting sloppier the more you talk. you smile. "gonna cum inside this pussy, baby?" you ask her as sweetly as you can while swallowing back moans and whimpers.

sevika's hips stutter and she bites your shoulder, groaning against you. "gonna get you fuckin' pregnant." she whispers. you jolt against her at the words and she chuckles. "you gotta cum for me first, though." she whispers.

"'s gonna be messy." you choke. sevika coos down at you and you bite your lip.

"that's okay baby, you can be messy. i put all the important shit away. was just teasing you earlier."

"you're so mean." you whine. sevika grins, then pinches your clit.

"yeah, but it gets you so wet." she grunts. you gasp beneath her and she chuckles. "gonna cum?" she asks. you squeak, your thighs starting to shake. "i can tell. can feel this pussy clenching around me. fuck, you're so perfect baby." you gasp, your orgasm creeping up on you.

"sev--" you scramble and claw at the papers littering the desk, looking for something to hold onto as you start to fall apart. sevika presses kisses to your shoulder, cheek and back as she fucks you impossibly faster. "sevika i'm--!" you squeak out. sevika chuckles behind you.

"do it baby." she grunts.

with one final squeak you cum, soaking your thighs. "fuuuuck." sevika curses as she continues to fucking you until you're twitching.

she moves her hand away from your clit when you start to whine, sinking it into your hip as she starts drilling into your cunt with reckless abandon, chasing her own release.

you struggle to catch your breath, still so sensitive from your own orgasm that you cant do much but lay limp on the desk. "y-you gonna..." you gasp, "gonna cum sev?" you whimper. she grunts. "gonna cum inside me?" you ask. she responds with a grunt and a hand smacking your ass.

"f-f-f--" she says, clawing your ass.

"yeah, yeah, yeah, sev, cum inside me, please, want you to feel good baby."

"fuck!" she shouts as she cums, burying her cock deep inside you and grinding against your ass as she shakes. "shit, baby, fuckin' take it, just like that." she grunts. you hum happily beneath her as she twitches against you.

its quiet for a second as she catches her breath behind you, but then she flops forward, pinning you to the desk with her full body weight.

you giggle and moan as she nuzzles into your neck, breathing you in as she comes down from her orgasm. "fuck baby." she grumbles on top of you. you giggle.

"mmm." you hum beneath her. "i want a bath." you whisper. sevika grunts on top of you. you let her rest for a minute before speaking again.

"and a snack." you say. she huffs against you.

"sevika." you say after a minute. she hums. "if you run us a bath, i'll still give you that back massage." you offer. she lifts her head up in consideration. you chuckle.

"in the bath or in bed?"

"whichever you want."

"you making the snack?"

"if you help me walk to the kitchen and back."

it's silent as she considers your terms, then finally, she groans as she lifts off of you to stand. with a gentle pat to your ass, sevika pulls the strap out. you flinch, and she kisses your back in apology.

you stay melted to the desk as sevika undresses behind you, only moving once she finally reaches down to help you up.

she gathers you in her arms, pressing kisses to your face and head. you giggle against her.

"hi." she says with a sweet smile. you grin, leaning in to brush your lips against her.

"hey, sexy."

"thanks for the motivation." she whispers against your lips. you giggle.

"anytime, baby." you promise.

she seals your promise with a kiss.

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[assortedseaglass]

Come Back To Me - Chapter Four

Billy Washington x OFC

[Masterlist]

Warnings: 18+ Language, References to Racism, Trigger Point (TV) Spoilers.

Author’s Note: I love writing Billy and Ida together. They live so vividly in my mind, it’s always easy to imagine how they would interact with each other. I’m still a little ill and my computer crashed, so if there’s mistakes forgive me, it’s a been a rubbish few days!

The next morning, Ida woke to the sound of Sofia outside her bedroom door.

“Ida? It’s almost lunch. You want a cuppa?”

She rolled over, rubbing at her eyes and calling back. “Yeah, go on then.” She’d fallen asleep with her curtains open, and they bustled lightly in the welcome breeze. Midday light filled her room and she looked around. Stacks of books were piled on her desk and the floor; some for her PhD, some for pleasure. At the top of the pile by her bed was a battered copy of Graham Greene’s The End of the Affair. Billy bought it for her at a flea market last summer. Ida had fallen in love with the cover; a man and woman leaning against a wall, lit by a lamppost, but she’d spent her last change on an ice cream.

There were pictures on the wall. One of her and Billy at Cranstead Fields aged twelve, a few of her and her grandma in the garden. Some from university, when she’d first met Sofia, even one of Sofia and Faisal smiling at each other. A vase of flowers sat on the bedside table, past their best, the petals scattered around her car keys. Shit.

Ida grabbed her phone. One text. One.

Sorry about last night. Too much to drink x

He’d sent it two hours ago. Was that it? She rang him as soon as she’d read the message.

Hi, it’s Billy. I’m not around so leave us a message and I’ll get back to you. Cheers.

This wasn’t Billy. At least, not the one that Ida knew. So distant and aloof. The hairs on the back of her neck bristled. Something must have happened last night. Jeff probably said something that made Billy drink too much. Desperate to see if he was ok, she called the only person she could think of.

Ida waited, praying she’d answer. Just as she was about to hang up, a voice spoke on the other end of the line. “Ida?”

“Hiya Lana. You’re not busy, are you?”

She heard the other woman sigh. “I’m at work, actually.”

“Shit. Sorry. After last night?”

“You what?”

“I was meant to pick Billy up from the wake. I went to the pub and a guy, Has I think he was called, said you’d hit the deck.” Sofia snuck into the room and placed a mug of tea by Ida’s bed.

“Yeah, well, too much to drink I guess.” She sounded resigned. Rough.

“If you can’t drink at your best mate’s funeral, when can you?”

Lana chuckled softly. “Look, Ida, I haven’t really got the time to be dealing with whatever Billy’s done now-“

“What do you mean?” A cold dread crept up Ida’s neck.

“Has he not told you?”

“I was phoning you to see if you’d heard from him.”

“Fuck’s sake, Billy,” Lana muttered through her teeth.

“Lana, what’s happened!?”

*

Billy’s head was pounding. Sure, he was hungover and sleeping on the hard bench of the cell hadn’t helped, but the words that John had spat last night were still rumbling around his mind. Something about setting Billy up with some of his English Flag mates. Knows what she’s saying, that Agatha Jack. Then the jammy bastard ran off before the police arrived and left Billy in the lurch.

He glanced down at his knuckles, which were bloody and torn. Billy winced as he pulled his keys from his pocket, catching the wound, and put them in the door. It was already unlocked. “Becky?” he called into the flat, setting down his plastic bag of Berocca, paracetamol and orange juice. He heard heavy footsteps racing from the bedroom. The door swung open and a wild-haired ball of fury burst out.

“A HALAL BUTCHERS!?” Ida screeched like a banshee. She ran at him, pushing him back by the shoulders. “What the hell were you doing!?”

“That’s what Lana said.” He didn’t know what else to say.

“WELL!?” Billy had seen Ida like this before. But that was at other boys, never him. Her dark eyes were wide and red, as though she’d been crying. Flyaway curls were sticking in every direction, and her normally pale cheeks were flushed, like she’d been slapped. The clothes she wore, a wrap skirt and black t-shirt were creased, and her chest was heaving with the exertion of shouting. She hadn’t looked like this for years, and Billy gave her an awed smile. He’d missed the wildness in her that she’d left in her teenage years.

Ida’s voice dropped and she whispered dangerously, “There better be a good reason you’re smiling, Billy Washington.”

“You look nice,”

“What THE ACTUAL FUCK is wrong with you?” The compliment was not lost on her, but now was not the time. She’d store that little moment for later.

“Don’t.” Billy muttered and moved towards the lounge.

“Don’t you walk away from me! Lana said you’d been arrested for smashing a window.” She thundered after him, pausing when she saw the room. “Christ, it’s like a pigsty in here,” Beer cans were tipped over on the floor, his guitar close to falling over. Ida nearly stood on a photo frame. It was of Billy and his family at Lana’s passing out. It was by the sofa, like he had been staring at it. She glanced from the photo to Billy. He was already looking at her, a sad, unreadable expression on his face. Ida sighed, opened the curtains and then a window. Time to try a different tack. Sitting gently on the sofa, she took his battered hand in hers and kissed his knuckles.

“What’s going on, Bill? Talk to me. Please.”

“I don’t know,” he leant his head on her shoulder. “It’s just…fuck.” Billy rubbed the back of his neck. Ida waited. Billy was a man of action. He always struggled to find the right words at times like these. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Ida’s phone rang.  

“It’s gran, shit. I was meant to head over this afternoon.” She looked at Billy, who was smiling sadly.

“Go. Go on, can’t keep Gwen waiting.”

Ida hesitated. “I’ll come back on my way home, ok?” She squeezed his hand and stood from the sofa. Billy’s didn’t let go of her. “Ok? Try and clean up a bit yeah? Flat’s a right state.”

*

It was late afternoon by the time Ida pulled up outside her grandma’s house. She was in the front garden, watering her potted plants and dead heading the nasturtiums. The pink sky lit her white hair like candyfloss, and Ida was happy to simply watch her awhile. The front door of the neighbours’ house opened, and Val Washington came out with two mugs of tea, nodded to Ida, and passed one over the fence to Gwen.

“You want one, love?” Val called as Ida got out the car and opened the boot.

“You’re alright, thanks Val.” Carrying two bags of compost from her car to her grandma, Ida dropped them and kissed her on the cheek.

“Pop them in the back garden love, ta.” She made her way round the small path to the back garden. Jeff was outside, pottering in the greenhouse. Wiping the sweat off his shining head, he shouted to her.

“Hiya, Ida love! You’re looking well.”

“Thanks,” she smiled at him. “Just come from seeing Billy, actually.”

“Oh right? How’s his head this morning? Not too hungover?” Ida looked at him. He didn’t look at all angry, he looked exasperated. They don’t know.

“Uh, yeah, bit hungover. Sounded like a good send off for Nut, though.” Jeff nodded simply in response, removed his gardening gloves and he too made his way back to the front of the house.

When Ida joined her grandma, and Jeff joined Val in their respective front gardens, she heard her grandma say, “Your Billy looked ever so smart in his suit yesterday. He’s a handsome lad,” Something in Ida’s core tightened. Billy in a suit. His broad shoulders filling out the jacket, the collar tight beneath his Adam’s apple. The trail of buttons leading to his waist…

“Shame it’s a rare occurrence, dopey sod.” Jeff’s voice invaded Ida’s daydream and she tutted. Jeff looked right at her and Val slapped his arm lightly.

“I’ll tell him you said that, Gran. He’ll be dead chuffed.”

“You off to see him, love?” Val cut in as Ida opened her car door.

“Yeah, he’s a bit worse for wear today. Had a few too many last night I think!” The older women laughed. Jeff had already begun making his way back into the house. “Love you, Gran.” Ida pulled away from the curb, arm waving out the window. Her mind went immediately to Billy, as it always did. She turned on the radio, anything to distract her from thoughts of Billy in his suit.

“-it is believed that those responsible for the blast are the same group behind the Westhaven Estate terror attack.” Ida’s blood ran cold. “Amburiq Mosque was evacuated after a suspicious package was discovered inside. Father of two, Ali Hussein, is believed to be the only fatality.”

Ida listened to the news all the way to Billy’s. When she arrived, she sent a text to Lana.

Heard the news, where you there? Hope you’re ok, I xxx

She let herself in with the spare key and found Billy in the kitchen. “Good timing,” he said. “Kettle’s just boiled.” He handed a cup of tea to Ida and made his way to the bedroom, lying down on the freshly made bed. “How’s Gwen?”

“Good,” Ida said from the doorway. “Said you looked good in your suit. “Handsome”, she said.” Billy’s head snapped up. Even though it was Gwen’s compliment, his face flushed at hearing Ida say it. She got on the bed and they sat for a while, silently sipping their tea. After a minute, Billy spoke in a quiet rasp.

“Have to go to the police station in two weeks.”

Here it was. The massive elephant in the room. Ida took a steadying breath. “What are they charging you with?”

“Racially aggravated assault,” he whispered. When Ida stared ahead without speaking, he continued with a sigh. “I left with some of the other blokes, and then John just started saying this stuff-“

“Who’s John?”

“One of the army blokes Lana works with. You know what he told me? That the people at Westhaven were speaking Arabic. And that they are working on the assumption that it’s an Islamist group,”

“But Billy-“

“And then he started talking about Nut, you know? That could have been Lana. It could have been me in there, carrying Lana’s coffin.” Billy was up from the bed, pacing around the room with a frenzied look in his eyes.

“Billy-“

“They come over here and, and-”

“Wash!” Ida shouted, standing up. “They’ve bombed a mosque.” She added quietly. Billy stopped. He was facing away from her but she could see his chest rising and falling. “It was on the news on the way over.”

“Don’t call me Wash.”

“What?” Whatever response Ida was expecting, it wasn’t that and it took her a moment to truly hear what Billy had said.

“It’s what everyone calls Lana. One of the blokes at the wake, he called me Mini Washington.”

This time it was Ida who didn’t know how to respond. She threw her hands up and shook her head in an awkward movement. Billy stared at her.

“Why did you do it, Billy?”

“We’re at war.” He said, so matter-of-factly that Ida laughed.

“You what?”

“We’re at war.”

“With halal butchers?” Billy winced and she was glad he felt stupid.

“You know who I mean, Ida.”

Her blood started to boil. This isn’t the gentle boy she grew up with. Who helped her grandma plant her garden on Saturday afternoons. Who held her hair back when she drank too much cider at fifteen. Who picked her up from dodgy dates and listened to her talk about what she’d been reading, or learnt at uni, for hours on end.

“What about Faisal?”

“You what?” He looked at her like she’d gone mad.

“You gonna go after him too?”

“Ida.” Billy stepped toward her. “They don’t care who they get. They come over here-“

“Do you know why they come over here Billy?” She closed the distance and hissed into his face. “They left because their homes are being torn apart by war. And why did the wars start? Because some politician in his cushty house decided so. And who sent Lana and Nut to war, to defend the people you’re so angry at? That same politician, who is supplied weapons to the ones that Lana had to fight every day.”

Billy knocked her shoulder as he shoved past her and made his way into the flat hallway. Ida followed and said, “Look, I know you’re angry, and I know it’s hard right now-“

“What would you know!?” Billy span around so quickly that Ida staggered. “You’re perfect,” he spat at her. Any thought that Ida had disappeared with the shuddering breath that left her lungs. “You’re off at uni making something of yourself. You’ve got friends, you’ve got your family-“

“So do you,” Ida was desperate now. She reached an arm out to Billy but he pushed her away.

“Stop it, Ida. They don’t care.”

“Yes they do!”

“I suppose you saw them today? When you went to your gran’s?”

“Yes,” she said meekly. She knew him. She knew where this was going.

“And!? Bet dad couldn’t say any thing nice.” When Ida didn’t respond he cackled, eyes beginning to water. “See!?”

“They’re just worried about you,”

“No they’re not,”

“Yes they are!” Her voiced cracked. “You’re so wonderful, Billy. They just get frustrated that you can’t see it.”

“Stop.”

“No. YOU STOP!” Ida pushed his shoulders with all the strength she could. Billy barely moved. “Who’s the one that said they’d pick you up from the wake? Who’s been over twice today to make sure your sorry arse is alright? And what about Lana? I’m sure she was dead chuffed about picking you up from the police station. But she still did it!”

Billy growled and violently kicked the wall. Ida continued. “I’ll tell you who isn’t here. Your new pal John. Or Becky.”

“Yeah, well, you’ll be glad to hear that she’s finished with me,” he said bitterly. “For good.”

“Good.”

“Don’t you want me to be happy!?”

“Can you seriously tell me that she made you happy?”

“What is your problem, Ida?”

“My problem!? I’m not the one going around getting arrested and shutting myself off from every-”

Billy advanced on Ida at lightning speed. She stumbled backwards and her back hit the wall. “Did you ever stop to think, Ida?” He spat the words at her. “That I’m not shutting myself off from everyone.” His arms slammed into the wall either side of her head, trapping her in. “Just you!”

It wasn’t a lie. That was why he’d invited Becky to the pub. It was why he rarely visited her flat anymore. The wild little girl he’d met over the fence of his parents’ house had become a wild young woman; hot-headed, full-hearted and so, so beautiful. Billy always knew Ida would leave him behind, he’d just sped up the process.

He was drawn out of his anger when her hot breath fluttered across his neck. Billy was still towering over her, pinning her body against the wall. Ida wasn’t looking at him. Instead, her eyes were glassy and staring straight ahead. Sensing that his anger had stilled, she looked up. Her dark eyes were wide, hot tears threatening to spill over her pale cheeks and wash away the freckles. The space below Billy’s ribs burned. He licked his lips, ready to take it all back. But as he did so, Ida’s eyes darted to where his tongue had flicked over his plush lips. When she looked back up at him her eyes were dark, her own lips parted. Fuck. Bracing his arms against the wall, Billy leant towards her, pressing his weight against her torso. Ida’s breath hitched and he closed his eyes at the sound. A small sob shattered the quiet, and when Billy looked back at Ida, he saw her tears overflowing, her face downcast. Not like this.

“Fuck,” he hissed as his fist slammed into the wall by Ida’s head. She jumped and watched him walk away from her. Trembling, she steadied her sobs looked to where Billy’s hands had been seconds before. A smattering of blood speckled the clinically white wall. She sighed and made her way to the bathroom.

Billy was curled on his bed when she returned. Sitting down beside him, she took his hand in hers. Billy watched her, neither of them speaking. Ida unravelled the tattered bandage, revealing the freshly opened wounds there. She cleaned the skin, tied his knuckles with a fresh dressing and bent to kiss them lightly. They sat there a moment and just as Billy opened his mouth to speak, Ida stood to leave. Before she closed the door behind her, she turned to him and said.

“I love you, Billy. I just don’t know if I like you anymore.”

Notes: Ooft. It’s gonna keep kicking off in the next chapter – a certain someone is in for a bollocking. Can’t wait to share it.

Tags: @jessssica1234 @anditsmywholeheart @bookwyrmsblog @phantomontheinternett @aemonds-wifey

#ewan mitchell #billy washington #ewan mitchell x reader #billy washington x oc #trigger point #aemond x reader

[mooodyblue]

I love your cg!austin, please write more! Maybe just them spending the day together 💕

hope this was okay!! it's a little all over the place but i think it came out cute ^^ enjoy!

picture perfect | cg!austin x little!reader

warnings: little space, age regression

wc: 1k

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two days ago, austin was on the golden globes stage holding his award proudly and now here he is, smiling at you while sat on a swing, watching you happily, run around a playground as he took in the moment. it was times like these where he was so thankful for everything in his life, especially you.

you'd woken up little, which he didn't mind. he was lucky to have a couple days to rest after the long aftermath of the after party, that meant more time he got to spend with you. it was difficult to take little you out in public, but there was a nice park behind your shared home that nobody ever visited except the two of you. he was still cautious though, people always manage to find ways to take photos of you two.

his hands were tucked in the pockets of his jacket, lightly kicking his feet against the wood chips to get rock himself on the metal swing. "wow, look at you!" he grinned, watching you come down the slide. he pulled his phone out of his pocket, swiping to open his camera. "how 'bout one more time?" you giggled and ran up the steps, resting at the top of the slide then quickly sliding down. you skipped over to austin and plopped onto his lap. he chuckled and put his phone back in his pocket before wrapping his arms around you, gently swinging back and forth. "what do you wanna do now, baby?"

you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. "'m cold." you muttered.

"told you to wear your jacket." he shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. "ready to go home?"

you held the jacket tightly, shivering slightly as you nodded, hopping off his lap so austin could get up. you walked with him hand in hand back to your home. once you finally returned home, austin got you in favorite pair of cozy jammie's and made two mugs of hot chocolate, setting one in front of you and the other on his side. "marshmallows? please, daddy?" you begged.

"i'll do you one better!" he grinned, taking out not just the bag of marshmallows but a can of whipped cream from the fridge. your eyes lit up as he sprayed a decent amount into your mug and his before topping it with marshmallows. was it a lot of sugar? sure, but who cares. you took a drink from the mug immediately, not even bothering to wait for austin. he turned around after putting everything away to the sight of you with whipped cream on your upper lip and nose, chuckling. "hold on baby-" he pulled his phone out again, snapping a picture of you with a mess on your face and the mug in between your hands. he put his phone away then wiped your mouth with a napkin. "you're so silly." he laughed. "is it good?"

"very good! thank you, daddy!" you smiled happily, taking another drink. "such good manners. my best baby. let's cheers," he held his mug up, you copying after him. "don't bang it too hard." he reminded. you did your best and clinked your mug against his, spilling a little before you both took a drink at the same time.

after finishing up drinks and cleaning up, you ran off to get your coloring books and crayons, spreading everything out on the coffee table. austin wandered into the living room and gasped, "can i color with you too?" you scooted over on the floor, patting the empty space next to you. he sat beside you and crossed his legs, "which one can i color in?" he asked, looking at the various coloring books on the table.

you put a finger to your chin. "hmm..." you wanted to color in flowers today, but part of you wanted to color in a giraffe from your animal book, but there was also the book with all the fishes.....you couldn't decide. "um....um....." austin chuckled at your indecisiveness, knowing it was probably a hard decision for you. "i-i can't pick..."

"well," he started. "is there one you want to color in first?"

you looked down at the books, carefully examining each one and thinking about what's in each one. pointing at the one with flowers, "this one!" you exclaimed.

"then i'll color in this one with the fishes and when you're done, you can ask nicely for this one! how about you pick one for me to color?" he suggested. you were quick to pick a picture for him to color, opting for a page with multiple fishes on it. he even picked one for you, picking the page with a rose on it. austin put on a cartoon for you to play in the background while the two of you colored for a little while. although it was a kids coloring book, he still wanted to color everything in perfectly while you were just doing mindless scribbles on your own coloring page. he smiled widely at the finished product as you held it proudly, even finishing it off with a scribble of your signature like austin does when he finishes off his own page.

"look at that, baby! aren't you talented! a real artist!" he ripped the page out from the coloring book and stood up, "this one's gonna go on the fridge." he gave your head a little pat before going off to put it on the fridge. he gave one final look at it, smiling softly to himself. he glanced at the clock, it was about time to go down for a nap and he was definitely looking forward to it. he wandered back over to you, looking at you proudly as you were putting your crayons away. "nap time?" you asked.

"yes, baby. once you pick up the crayons we can go for a little nap." he even helped you this time, stacking the books in a pile on the table. normally he'd ask you to put them back in the room, but you'd probably go back to them later. he shut the tv off and followed you into the bedroom, getting you into bed and tucking you in with your favorite plushie. "paci?" he asked, you shook your head. "just you." you replied. austin wasted no time and got in bed with you, holding you tightly until you fell asleep.

#austin butler x reader #austin x reader

[nancypullen]

Tick Tock (not to be confused with the controversial platform, TikTok)

Guess who received a surprise in the mail yesterday? This girl! Matthew is a techy gadget guy (Who am I kidding? All of the men in my family are techy gadget guys) and got in on the ground floor when this particular gadget was in development. He contributed early and many months later when the product was ready he received two. We're some of the first people in the world to have this very cool item.

You guys, it's SO cool! Every minute of the day gets a quote from a work of literature that mentions that time, and it's not the same every day - for example, 9:35am isn't going to be the same quote day after day. I find myself checking the clock all day long.

How's that for a happy surprise? I'm so tickled. It's really a lovely piece, heavy and well-made. I'm so crazy about it! I'll bet you know a bookworm that would love one of these. Speaking of being a bookworm. I'm doing a display at work with puffy clouds and silver raindrops for the month of April. I'm calling it Rainy Day Reads and I'll stock it with books that are known to be page-turners, books that pull you in and you can't stop reading until you know what happens next. I've been quizzing everyone I know, asking them to name a book that they simply couldn't put down. I don't care about genre - romance, thriller, mystery, spies, historical fiction, sci fi, chick lit, whatever! I'm hoping that I can find enough of the titles in our library's collection to keep the display full all month. Is there a book that kept you up reading past your bedtime? Tell me! New subject. Did I mention that I finally found someone who can cut my hair? Her name is Kelly and she works at a salon in Easton. She gave me the best haircut of my life. Not kidding. Surely that's a sign that things are starting to get better around here. The stylist was recommended by someone at work, a coworker who has thick hair. I asked her where she got her hair cut and she told me that I'd love her girl. She was right. In fact, this hair magician is so good that my sister drove all the way from Elkton (over an hour!) for an appointment and swears it's her best cut too! Where has this woman been all my life? For the last month I have actually liked my hair. That's a first. If you have crazy hair, go see Kelly at West Wing Salon in Easton. You will leave happier. I drove to Easton today just to run a couple of errands and ended up with a splitting headache. It's my own fault. I have a really cute little air freshener that dangles from my rear view mirror. I bought it on Etsy.

It was filled with a yummy fragrance oil and some dried flower petals. Every so often you tip it upside down and the oil soaks the wood top and keeps your car smelling pretty. When the original oil ran out I didn't want to pay Etsy prices for a refill, so I ordered a tiny bottle of Honeysuckle fragrance oil from Amazon and poured it in. Problem solved. Turns out, I probably should have diluted it because it is STRONG. Like, holy-cow-who-spilled-a-bottle-of-perfume strong. By the time I was halfway to Easton I could taste it. Then my right eye started twitching. I rolled a window down and that helped, but I'll have to pour some out and add water. Maybe that'll fix the issue. I could probably hang it on the porch and let the neighborhood wonder who has honeysuckle blooming. We'd be the first on our street to spot hummingbirds, for sure. Okay, on that silly note, I'm heading upstairs to soak in a bath and get into some jammies. There's rain on the way and I want to be under the covers when it starts dancing on the roof. Is there anything better than rain at bedtime? Sending our loads of love tonight, take what you need, pass it on. Wishing you sweet dreams and ,as always, stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[bunysliper]

Castle Ficlet: Twilight Swim 1/1

Twilight Swim

 Where Lily and Jake had taken to the beach almost immediately, happily and loudly allowing their father to carry them right to the water, Reece once again turns a look of concern over Rick's shoulder the closer they get to the surf.

 Kate laughs softly, hefting Jake higher on her hip and reminding Lily not to go running headlong into the water. Their eldest isn't wearing her floaties and the last thing they need is for the girl to get in over her head; Kate's fast, but she's not fast enough to be able to hand her son to his father and make it into the ocean in time.

 Thankfully, the girl heeds the warning and pulls up short, pointing her toe to touch the water. It gives Kate the chance to reach out to Reece, rubbing a knuckle over his cheek.

 "Don't look so worried, Peanut Butter. We're just checking things out right now."

 Rick chuckles, patting the boy's bottom. "We'll come out again tomorrow and let you guys play and make sandcastles. And maybe we'll even put more than our toes in, too."

 Ahead of them, Lily whines a little. "Bu' I wanna swim now."

 "You don't have your floaties. Or your bathing suit," Kate says, knowing exactly how little either of those things mean to her child, but she gives it a try anyway.

 Sure enough, Lily pouts for just a moment before her face brightens with a thought. "I change into my jammies after…"

 Now she's just dangling a carrot for them, daring them to find fault with her very reasonable offer.

 Beckett looks over at her husband, finding him fighting the urge to snicker. He lifts an eyebrow, giving the shoulder Reece is on a little jostle.

 "Might show Reece that it's okay…" he murmurs, pressing a noisy kiss to the boy's head.

 She exhales. "All right, Little Flower," she concedes. "But! We go in when it gets dark and there'll be no arguments about it."

 Lily's sweet smile is answer enough. She gives Kate the chance to walk to the water's edge and shift Jake before leaping into the surf with a gleeful whoop.

 A glance back at Reece tells her he's watching closely, and the little worried purse of his lips has faded.

  Good.

#Fluffy Friday #Caskett #Caskett Fanfic #Castle Fanfic #Castle Fanfiction #My Fanfic #Post Series Fic #Picture Prompt

[just-more-trolls]

dumb fantroll ask meme, odd numbers for wyllow

Ok so this is gonna be Long’un I’m gonna put everything under cut

1.  Biggest pet peeves? How much do they annoy you? Are they bad enough to be a deal breaker if someone you were interested did them?

“okay so..im a very patient person and i understand self-loathing..”

“but i have my limits..im not here for a pity-party please dont lament how much of a pathetic asshole you are expecting me to help you only to ignore any advice i give you and continue to lament your shitty life where nothing good happens ever ok???”

“...ok so that was..a rant...uhm...my pet peeve is when people don’t want to crawl out of the pit they’re in..or downright refuse to..mainly because they like the attention..”

3. What are your turn on’s turn off’s? 

“tha-..thats a little personal hello?????”

“i choose to not answer that!!”

5. What is your least favorite and favorite parts of your body? Any feature you pride yourself on? Then least favorite would you change it if you could? 

“my favorite parts? uhm..my horns i guess? and my hips”

“my least favorite are my eyes because i need glasses to see..id change that if i could i guess”

7. What is your least favorite food and why? 

“i cant stand bitter greens like baby spinach..or kale..its just not what my tastebuds like..”

“and venison makes me legitimately ill..like bad stomach ache levels of sick..”

9. What are any tics you might have? Any nervous habits? 

“under extreme amounts of stress ive been told i get the antlerbeast-in-headlights look complete with freezing..”

“im real bad about picking at the skin on my fingers especially if im real anxious..to the point of bleeding sometimes..but it keeps me from picking on the threads of my clothes until theyre unraveling..”

11. What is your earliest memory? Is it a happy or a sad one. 

“my EARLIEST memory is of finding my ancestors hive..and consequently also finding my ancestors journals on herbology and botany..and its a happy one because its what jumpstarted my own career in it~”

13. If you could have any super power what would it be? 

“i want to command plants!!”

15. What would you do with the ability to see ghosts? Would they scare you or would you be interested in them? 

“id ask them about their life..or help them move on if they dont realize theyre dead..id also keep journals of everything i was told; preservation of history and all that”

17. How good a liar are you? How often do you lie to others. 

“i cant lie for the life of me..like ill withhold the truth but straight up lie?? id die from the guilt.......or by the hands of whomstever i lied to”

19. How far would you go to be perfect? Are you ok with flaws? 

“perfection is an impossibility”

“...that being said uhm..that depends on the..flaw i think..and flaws are subjective..that being said if a flaw is actively harmful to the individual or anyone around them im not as okay..if that makes sense?”

21. How much do you sleep? What is your typical night time routine? 

“a full eight hours~! night time routine is typical: wash up, brush up, jammies on.. i have a cup of tea before bed and i read a little until im done”

23. How good are you with choices? Is it easy to make decisions or do you struggle with them? 

“i...suck at choices if im under pressure to make them.. decisions arent too hard but if there’s weight to them its definitely a lot harder on me..”

25. What is the worst thing you’ve done to someone? Do you regret it? 

“..........theres not a night goes by i dont regret it”

27. How good are you with computers? How much do you use them in every day life? 

“fairly often! i mean im no savant but i know my way around a palmhusk or a tablet”

29. If you knew you had less then a sweep left to live how would you use it? 

“probably by myself.. id quietly wrap up my assets..tend to my garden up until’ my final night before laying myself in the largest patch of flowers and herbs to be consumed by the earth as a way to give back”

31. Which would you prefer you dying before your loved ones, or them dying before you?

“uhm..probably them dying before i would..to spare them the grief”

33. What are your stances on the spectrum? 

“in a social standpoint or a biological standpoint??”

“biologically i lowkey enjoy the diversity..how each group has something unique to them like the lower spectrum of trolls having a higher possibility of psionics..or purples with chucklevoodoos..”

“socially i really wish there wasnt such a divide..and its not like we have a choice in the matter were forced based on our blood color to fall into a certain level of financial and social hierarchy as a form of control and division..”

“honestly if i could give away all my money and not automatically get a refill i would..”

35. If you were empress for a day what would you do? 

“upend the status quo and dismantle the hierarchy..”

“..also give lowbloods a lot of money to live comfortably so they can begin the careers they wanted to do but never had the means to do them”

37. What do you fear loosing most? A possession, your senses, loved one, ect?

“the thing i fear most is losing someones trust in me...to irreparably damage a relationship with no hope of returning...ha..”

39. What is your biggest dream in life and how far would you go to obtain it. 

“i dont know...im pretty content in my life as it is; i have my shop..my garden..my hobbies..i just wish i had someone to share all of this with i guess”

41. Are there any people in your life you miss? What would you do if you could see them again? 

“....apologize..”

43. Do you consider yourself a material troll? If giving up every thing you owned meant eternal happiness would you do it?

“as cluttered and material-filled as my hive is i could give it all up if it meant id find eternal happiness..”

“..that being said i do fear losing everything ive worked on because i..kind of lack a fallback plan..”

#ic #answered #Wyllow Pannim #anonymous #ask meme #FINALLY ANSWERED IT

[linksthoughtbrambles]

Her Firelight, Her Lightning-Rod

Part 53 of Link's Thought Brambles (Mature Rating - warning for extremely extremely strong suggestion of NSFW things).

Soooo warm.  Cozy-comfortable.

Eh, stupid birds.  Shoosh.  Let a man snooze…

When’d I put jammies on?

Doesn’t matter.  They’re FLANNEL.  Warrrrrrrrm.

Burrow into pillow.  Deep breath. Ahh.

Something smells nice.  Green.  Flowery fields.  Sweet.

Odd.  Isn’t it almost winter?

I hear the fire crackling, so yeah, it’s cold outside.  I must be imagining it.

There’s another scent.  Really subtle.  Words for it?  It’s her scent.  Skin and hair and soft and light and salt and all the good things in the world wrapped up in one taste of her lips.

Well, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration.  Food’s good, and she definitely doesn’t smell or taste like food unless she still has some in her mouth.  But she does have a smell and I smell it, even through the flowers.

What flowers?

Rrrrgh.  I have to open my eyes, don’t I?  But I’m so comfy… I feel the call of the entirely self-indulgent post-long-sleep-nap.

…Link.  You know when you stay awake long enough, even if you want to snooze, your stomach will stop you… right?  You’re going to-

Aaaaand there it is.  Get.  Hungry.  “Hphhhh.” Guess I have to open my eyes.

Oh!  And there she is!

“Hello, sleepyhead.”

Oh my Goddess, SO MUCH JOY, WHY ARE THOSE WORDS SO AWESOME?! “H-hello! Good morning, I love you so much and I’m so happy to see you!  Did you sleep on that chaise?”

“W- haha, my goodness!  Yes, Link. I slept right here, waiting for you to wake.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to be here when you did.”

Look at her stretching like that!  Her hair curving behind her like a windful sail while her fingers reach for the ceiling, her chest pushed out, the firelight flicking across the lines in her neck.  I would do exactly that with my tongue.  Push her hair back to let that fire touch more places.  To let my lips touch them, too.  Slow, tantalizing kisses from the nape of her neck up the back side, breathing in her hair, sliding my face against hers to where her lips are parted.  And they are parted.  For real, right now.

…But I must’ve had a rough day yesterday… because I don’t feel like getting up.  I’d much rather lay here and watch her stretch by the fire.  Or as the case may be, mess with the slate by the fire which is what she seems to be doing now.  Doesn’t matter.  I like watching anything she does.

Didn’t she say… all fuzzy… but… didn’t she say she wanted me to think about how I wanted her to touch me?  When was that?  OH.

Oh. …Are you reading this, Zelda?

Do you know I want to lick my way up your neck like the firelight?

But… damn… I feel heavy…

“First things first, Link.”

…Does that mean she was reading, or wasn’t she?

“You’ve had very little water since yesterday afternoon.”

Ooooh, ooh, I hear her pouring it and holy CRAP does my body want that, it’s making me sit up even though I’m an absolute wasteland of energy, why do I feel like I haven’t eaten in weeks?!

“Here-“

“GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG-“

“Oh!”

“GMPG- GMPG­- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG- GMPG-PGHHH hHHHhhh hhhh… hhhh.  Th-thirsty!”

“I oughtn’t be surprised.  More?”

“Yes, please.”

“GMPG- GMPG­- GMPG- GMPG-pghhhh.  Hhhh.  Hhh.  Gmpg-gmpg-gmpg-gmpg-gmpghhh.  W-wow.  Gmpg-gmpg-gmpg.”

“Hmm. Hmm hmm.”

“Hh. Hh.  What?”

“Your drinking noises.”

“Heh.  How… how long was I asleep?!”

“Only about four hours.  I imagine you woke due to thirst.  Mipha said not to wake you, and also that you’d need food immediately.  Here.”

“That’s one of those travel ration bars they make—”

“Indeed. Please eat it.”

Ohhhhhh.  Pumpkin seeds, SO MANY PUMPKIN SEEDS! Oats, armoranth, cranberries, honey, and I’ll be damned if there’s not suet in that.  These things are like concentrated energy-nuggets, and this is a particularly good one.  Better than last month’s batch.  All gone already?

“Yes, she said you’d be ravenous.  I take it… from what I saw on the slate, that is… that you do not recall what put you in this bed?”

“…Uh.”

“…Should I help refresh your memory, or would you prefer to eat more of these in peace?”

“I… well…. both?”

“Very well.”

Travel bar two!  Wwwwwater “Gmpg-gmpg-gmpgahhh.” Wow.

“Um.  Do you… recall the blessing ceremony?”

“Gmpg-gmpg. Hhh-hh.  Yeah, that was really nice.  A… big surprise!”

“Hehe.  Yes.  Good. And… do you recall what occurred afterward?”

Oh.  Oh yes… “You pulled me into a storeroom and kissed any sense I had right out of me.”

“Ah.  Yes, that’s one thing.  And… afterward, where did we go?”

“Well, we…. we….”  Oh s@#$, Link.  M-my Goddess.  “…we went to the festival.  The bailey.”

“… And do you-“

“You… don’t have to keep asking.  I remember….”  The arrow.  Agony.  Confusion.  I… drifted off at some point but I still felt the pain.  I can almost feel it now and and and my Goddess, I know what it feels like to have an arrowhead rip my beating heart on its way out of me and stop it dead and spill its blood directly into my chest holy holy holy please let me be able to forget that- the wound… it’s not… no, it’s not there at all.  Not even a scar, is there?  “Mipha.  She healed me.”

“Yes.  You survived the twenty-four hours needed.”

Good things.  Think about good things, Link.  “…Mom and Chee?”

“Oh, goodness.  Asleep.  Exhausted.”

“… and Mipha?”

“The same, I think.”

“But you stayed.”

“I did sleep—just not elsewhere.”

“The… flowers?”

“From Ria and Myrri.”

I should’ve guessed.  “No brambles this time, huh?”

“I suppose not, nor prickly pods.”

“…You saved me.”

“Indeed, not.  Mipha saved you.”

“No, Mipha healed me.  You saved me.  You killed the archer.  You stopped Vayden from slicing my throat open with that bizarre weapon.  Then you bashed him away from me with your bow.  And then… then you stabbed me with a couple pen parts and saved me from choking to death on my own air.  You never left this room, did you?”

“Untrue.  I did leave to relieve myself.”

“Heh, alright, fine… you almost never left this room.  And… uh… oh… you know what, I think I need the chamber pot.”

“Ah.  In that case, I’ll leave you for a few moments.  Here—the wash basin.”

“Thanks.”

.

This feels surreal.  How can I be doing normal things like eating, drinking, and having to pee after the completely horrifying stuff of the last day and a half?  Not that there weren’t some good things in there… but it’s like I entered the pages of a fireside horror story and now I’ve hopped back out… like it was nothing.

Not even a mark on my side.

Wow.

Uh.  Wash basin, Link.

Someone… someone must’ve cleaned me up and gotten me dressed. Um.  Oh... mom was here.  In the actual morning when there’s sun, I’m finding her and giving her the biggest hug she’s ever gotten and I don’t know what I can possibly do to make up for the torture she just went through, but I think taking her to the nicest restaurant in town might be a good start.  Flowers!  Flowers, lots of flowers.

Back under covers.  I… this is really weird, but I don’t think it’s my imagination.  I lost weight, didn’t I?  I’ve never had much fat on me, but I lost muscle mass.  I can tell.  My body wants me to conserve energy, stay warm, and eat some more.

Bar number three, I guess.

Knock! “I’m set, you can come in.”

“Better?”

“Much.”

“Good.”

…She’s doing the hand-wringing again.

I haven’t seen her do that since the morning in the tower.  Squeezing her own hands hard on the windowsill.  Worried about something.  I picked up her hands and she trembled in mine and our lives changed in an instant.  “Zelda?  What is it?”

“Hhh- hehhhh.”

Sitting on the bed beside me.  I feel where she’s dented the mattress.  Wish I could feel her warmth.  Lots of blankets between us.

She’s taking my hand.  Running her thumb behind the knuckle of my index finger.  Every tug of texture an arc of lightning to the muscles in my abdomen.  I guess… my body’s okay with the amount of food I’ve eaten for now, because I’m suddenly much less hungry.

“I’m going to tell you something, Link—something I should have told you quite a while ago.  I… I hope when I do, that you will be able to forgive me.  But… please know, I shall understand if you do not.”

“…You’re trembling.”

“Y-yes.”

Hylia’s light.  Whatever it is, she must think it’s real bad.  I can’t think of a single thing it could possibly be.  Something worse than her confession about killing Carok guy?  She said she didn’t feel bad about it at all…  thought it would upset me.  She wasn’t shaking then.  What could be causing this?

Is there anything… anything at all… that I wouldn’t forgive her for?  I mean, realistically… would I be upset if she had lots of lovers or something like that?  If I was just the last in a long line?

Yeaaaah.  Yeah, I would.  Would I forgive her?  …Yeaaaah.  But I’d be SO INSECURE.  It doesn’t seem likely, though.  Is there anything else that would even bother me?

I really don’t think so.  “… Zelda, whatever it is, it’s okay to tell me.”

“Hhh.  Hh.  I- I lied to you, Link.”

?? “You… about what?”

.

.

.

Oh Goddess.

I… I’m an idiot, aren’t I?  An idiot again.  As usual.

I can definitely think of something really bad.  Something that would upset me a lot.

She… doesn’t love me?

No.  No, please don’t let that be it.  Please, don’t.

Because I could easily see how maybe at the tower I misunderstood, and she didn’t want me to kiss her at all, but she enjoyed it, and then she got carried away, and then she said something at the blessing ceremony that I took too seriously and things were moving too fast and then I told her I loved her at the ball and then she felt like she had to say it back and then there wasn’t time to fix it because I got shot and I was dying so of course she couldn’t tell me she didn’t love me because it would upset me and…

And…

Please.  Please, don’t let that be it.

Please.

“Hylia forgive me, I see the disappointment on your face already, Link.  Do you… oh.  Oh, I imagine you have guessed what this is.”

No.

No.

…No…

Don't... don't you dare cry, Link. Don't you dare make her feel bad for being honest with you.

.

.

…I… meant what I said to her.

And it’s true even if she doesn’t feel the same way.

And… maybe she does like kissing me and wants to keep doing that, but she just overdid the words and lovey-dovey feelings part.  Maybe.  If I’m lucky.

But… either way… I’m hers.  She has my voice.  I gave it to her, and I meant it.  So… say something, Link.

“I… um.  Yeah, I mean… I can guess.”

“…Can you forgive me?  I’ve betrayed your trust.”

Well… not exactly.  I can see how you could’ve felt backed into a corner with this one.

“You don’t have to answer now.  Take… take your time.  For the moment, at least, perhaps one small consolation may be that the mystery of the birds is a mystery no longer.”

“…Huh?”

“The birds you keep mentioning- that you hear when you awaken.”

…Whaaaaaaat?

“Surely you’ve noticed you only hear them when I’m with you.”

…I do?

I do.  Oh yeah, that’s weird, and it has absolutely nothing to do with whether she’s in love with me or not what the crap is she talking about and WAS I WRONG?! Was it not that?!  Oh, please please please please PLEASE!

No, no, don’t get so excited, Link.  Maybe, you know, let her actually talk before you decide what she’s going to say.

“When you- when you collapsed after the melee, we brought you here of course.  I wanted to know the instant you woke.  I realized I had exactly the means to accomplish that with the slate.  I coded a notification in.”

Uhhh.  The slate can notify you of stuff?  That’s…. pretty cool.  Don’t know how it would know when I woke up… and again this really doesn’t seem to have anything to do with her feelings for me and I am SO confused and tears in her eyes?!  This doesn’t make ANY sense.  Notifications from the slate?  Why would that be a big deal?

“Link, there… there are no birds outside your room.  There is no nest.  The slate chimes if you… if you think… if there is a gap of more than twenty minutes.”

.

Huh?

If I-

Oh.

If I think.

If I THINK.

Hylia’s light.

She never shut it off.

Is that… is that all it is?!  That’s… that’s… OH, things make SENSE!  “You DID follow me.  Into the northeast quarter below ground.  You went there because I did.”

“Yes.”

Can’t help it.  The left corner of my mouth, again.  Pulling upward all on its own.

“Wh- why are you smiling?!”

“You followed me.”

“I did, and it caused a social catastrophe that nearly killed you!”

“Heh.  Why’d you do it?”

“Pardon?”

“Why come after me?”

“Well, I- your thoughts on the slate.  They’d disappeared overnight.  I thought you’d come to harm.”

“So why didn’t you send your guard to check on me?”

“I…”

Those watery green eyes of hers just went so wide.  She hadn’t even thought about it, had she?  Just ran down there after me the first chance she got!  “Were you going to rescue me, Princess?”

“Well.  Yes, that was the idea should you be incapacitated below.”

“All by yourself?”

“I…”

There’s that absolutely unignorable eyebrow crease, arching down in confusion.  Mouth opening like she’d speak but can’t find the words… closing… and opening again.

“I don’t know.  I don’t know what I’d have done had I found you there.”

“…I can think of a few things.”

“Oh- huh-“

She’s still trying to figure herself out.  Her eyes flicking back and forth like she’s reliving that entire morning.  But regardless of what she might have done… she wanted to be alone with me when she found me.

ALSO- this has absolutely nothing to do with her loving me now.  If anything, she had feelings for me earlier than I thought she did.

Right?

The left side of my face is just completely impossible to pull down, now.  “Hmhm-” Woah- don’t giggle, Link.   She’ll think you’re laughing at her.  “Alright.”

.

“Alright?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s ALL?”

“Hph.  Yeah.”

“You’re not angry with me?”

“Why would I be angry?”

“I lied to you!  Told you the slate no longer recorded your thoughts!”

“And instead of getting me reassigned to the furthest reaches of the Gerudo Highlands, you’re sitting here, with me.  On my bed.  My hand in yours while you slide your thumb against my skin.”

And there it is.  Her breath hitched.  Just a little.  Just enough to know it’s not my imagination.  It’s not.

“And instead of siding with everyone else in the melee, you asked for—and accepted—my sword.  Even though you must’ve known by then if you were still reading.  You must’ve known Virn was right.”

“He was NOT right.  You weren’t—LEERING at me or behaving inappropriately in any way.  You- you-“

“You’re splitting hairs.  He was right that I was watching you.  And he was right about why.”

“Well.  Not entirely.  Cranberry dressing is quite tempting.”

“Pffft.  Yeah.  It is.  Watching you eat it is better.”

“But certainly you… you must realize, Link… I lied to you because I wished to invade your privacy.  I wanted to learn what you truly thought of me.  I thought you despised me.”

“And you found out I didn’t.  AND that I was madly in love with you already.”

“…Yes.  Underhandedly.”

“…Okay. Underhandedly.  But… Zelda, you don’t have to be… I mean, we already talked about this a little.  You don’t have to be this… ideal person.  You have my love, and my loyalty, anyway.”

“And perhaps you have given it too easily.  I am not… do you not see- if you love me for who you believe me to be rather than who I am, it is not love.”

“So, what… do we need to hook you up to the slate so I can see your thoughts, too?  Would that be enough?”

“N-no, of course-“

“I’m never going to know everything about you.  And no matter how much you read that slate, you’ll never know everything about me, either.  Does that mean you couldn’t possibly love me?  Because you don’t know everything?”

“Link, I do love you.”

“And even when I thought you couldn't stand me, when you were giving me the cold shoulder and running off in Tabantha so I had to chase after you, I loved you then. This is much better--you loving me back. I'm not going to fuss about what made you change your mind."

“That… makes no sense!”

“Love doesn’t have to make sense.  It’s a feeling, not a puzzle.”

“Yet I cannot help but feel that I don’t deserve yours.  You would not have lied, would you?  Were our positions reversed?”

“…I’m not sure.  I… I might have.  It would’ve been hugely tempting.”

“Truly?”

“Yeah… but realistically, I’d have given myself away pretty quick.  I’d have been a nervous wreck.”

“Heh… heheheh… yes, you would have, wouldn’t you?  I am a far better liar than you are.”

“…I know.  But… you’re not lying to me now.”

Her eyes.  Boring into mine.

“I am not.”

“And… just in case it wasn’t already clear—I forgive you, Zelda.”

“Hhhhh.  Hhhh.”

She’s trembling far harder now.  Far more than when she feared my reaction.  I can feel it through the mattress.  And the warmth filling my chest… the warmth of knowing she still loves me…

“I feared- I feared you w-would… would no longer-“

“Don’t fear that.  Not ever.”

A tiny twitch of a smile.

She deserves to be a lot happier than that.  A LOT.

Sit up, Link.  You… you can do this.  Her hair.  Slide it across her back, fingers against her neck… rest her hair on her other side.  Eyes on hers.

“…Unless you skipped some things, you know the last thing I imagined you doing on this bed.”

That tremor- so violent it shook the bedframe.

“…You do know.”

“Y-yes.”

“And you’re still sitting here.”

A set jaw and a raised chin.  As if I was challenging her.

“Indeed I am.”

Calm.  Stay calm, Link.  “Later… you asked me to think of you.  I never had a chance.  But we’re here now.  And if you want me to… I can show you how I feel… rather than just think it.”

I hear the tremors in her breath.  So fast.  Mine’s starting up, too, but-

Wait.  Wait for her to answer.

“…Please. Please do.”

Please, she says.  That’s more than just a yes.

Okay, Link.  This isn’t one of your fantasies.  She needs you to show her how YOU feel.  Don’t expect her to climb on you and take control like she does in your head or grab you and… and tantalize you like she did in the storeroom.

And don’t lose your head, Link.  You love this woman.  Treat her with respect.  You… can’t do what you did in that fantasy (and most of them if you’re honest with yourself).

Her dress.  It’s minimal.   It leaves her bare to the edge of her collarbone where it meets her shoulder.  Right there.  A gentle kiss pressed to her shivering skin.

“Link.”

“Too much?”

“Ha! No. You... do like to be certain.”

“I do. At any point—if anything is too much—tell me.  The thing I want to do least in the world is hurt you.”

“Link, I frankly would allow you to take me fully here and now should you wish it.”

Breath!  So insistent.  I can feel my own heat puffing back at me from her shoulder.  There’s that… darkness again.  Like the tower.

Control it.  Focus on her.

“I won’t do that.”

Another pressed kiss. Torturously closer.

“Mmh.”

“I don’t have to assure you that I want to.” And another. “Because you’ve seen my thoughts.”  And another.

“Hhh-hh-”

“I don’t have to tell you I love you, either.” Another, only lips, just press, feel her shudder against them, don’t open, not yet.  The nape of her neck.  “Because you already know.”  A little higher… and taste.

“Hh- ohh-hh-!”

My Goddess, I can do this to her with barely a touch. Be that firelight, Link.  Almost intangible.  My tongue… flickering upward.  ”But I’m going-“ flick, kiss

“Oh-hh-”

“-to tell you-“ flick, kiss

“Mm-hh-”

“-anyway” flick, kiss.

“Link-hh!”

Flick, flick, flick, kiss-

“Hh-HH-“

-flick and dig my tongue deep, deep between those lines in her neck-

“Ohh-hh-Goddess, Link, my Goddess, p-please!”

 Yes- yes, I’ll find all your sounds-

“Mm-hh!  MM-HH!”

-I’ll drag them out of you with my tongue.  Yes, yes- your head thrown back, just like that, I can go deeper-

“OhhhhHh!  Mmh-mm-h-mmMmHH HH mmMMm!”

There it is, that senseless whimpering I was hoping for! More-

“MMh!  MMh!  Link!  Link, please, please, please, please- please!”

My center pulsing.  Desire- so- hot- so- immediate-

Don’t… don’t lose track, Link.

“P-please-“

You said… you said you’d tell her.

“Hhh-hh-“

You’ll have to put your tongue’s good work on hold… just for a moment. “I love you, Zelda.”

“Link- Link, I love you, too- please-”

Breathe.

“Please-“

Breathe, Link.  Mouth at her ear.

“-please-“

That darkness in me wants to plunge itself deep inside her.

“-oh Goddess, please don’t stop-“

To pin her down so she can’t possibly escape.

“-p-please, Link!”

To tear her clothes from her and pry her open and take what she wants to give me anyway.

“HH-hh-mm-mm-“

Just listen to her whimpering.  She wants it.  She wouldn’t resist.  She’d open and welcome me and consequences be damned.

“Link- please-“

Just breathing in her ear.

It’s driving her wild.  A shudder with every breath.

She’d let me in.

I’ve never been so tempted by anything.  And if she took control, I don’t think I’d be able to resist.

But this time… I’m in charge.

And I say I’m going to suck on her neck.  Hard.  Just beneath her jaw… so I can feel her pulse beneath me.

Now.

“hHHHH!”

Silence.  She can’t even breathe!  Pulling her skin into my mouth to lave at it mercilessly-

“h-HH!”

-and release.  Kiss that spot, Link, kiss in apology- that was rough.  “I- hope you liked that.”

“I d-d-did- hhhh-hh-“

Pulsing.  Pulsing.

She has my hand in a death-grip.  I’ll have to use the other one… caressing the small of her back and she’s arching up and I’m sliding so my hand sits curved around her hip, resting on the crease where it meets her thigh. My thumb moving upward and inward.

“Oh…”

She feels it.  How much I want to reach further.  To be more direct.

Not yet.

A kiss to the corner of her jawbone, open-

She’s released my hand, sinking her nails into my shoulder, it hurts, don’t care, she’s- her- other- hand- oh oh oh yes, do that- her hand… up my thigh “mmMm-mn-hh- Zelda-“

“Is this alright?“

It’s amazing kiss her reassure her chase her mouth, up her jaw, there, part her lips, part them with mine, sweet and reverent and pulling away each time, and each time she seeks me out again and it’s changing, it’s not just me anymore she’s meeting me head-on and searching for ways to catch more of her lips against mine and her hand, her fingers, her palm insistently exploring every contour of my thigh muscle, my Goddess I’ve never felt this need so urgently!

Our mouths- this angle- perfect, our open lips caressing each other in time, tasting heat and finally sealing completely- is it possible to taste lust?  I swear I do, a signal that means this time, there’s no stopping- does she taste it, too?

My hand at her hip, it’s moving my Goddess it’s like it has a mind of its own, pressing, finding her hip bone, caressing forward and backward, letting me learn its shape-

“Hhhh!”

Her gasp- our mouths locked- pulling breath directly from my body,  her thumb at MY hipbone, mimicking me, we’re so close, close to each other’s centers, and what the f#$* is wrong with you Link because now is WAY TOO LATE to start wondering whether one of the guards is right outside the door but I did, my sleepy wake-up brain forgot entirely-

“They’re not there.”

How did she know?

“Your eyes have wandered to the door, Sir Link, and you’ve ceased kissing me.  I’m afraid that’s entirely unacceptable.”

Alone, we’re alone, pulsing-

What’s her sudden worried-face for?

“Un- unless of course you wish to stop here, in which case I ask your forgiveness.  I have no intention to- to coerce you into-“

“I definitely don’t want to stop here.  Do you?”

“No.”

Spread that hand on her hip wide, Link.  Harder.  Circles grazing the curve below her back.  Lower.  Her hand is moving just a little, she’s thinking about it, she’s thinking about it, isn’t she?  Thinking about touching me somewhere else.

Have to distract her.  I’m not ready for this to be over that quickly.

My lips, her chin, her windpipe, draw a line down, the hollow at the base of her neck, lower, lower-

“Ah-h!”

Just barely brushing the place where her breasts begin- I wish- the dress- it’s low for her, but it’s modest really, and this is as far as it goes but I can treat this spot with the reverence it deserves, licking and sucking little kisses into her skin while she heaves and Goddess preserve me, her hand just threaded through my hair and she’s holding me to her and I’m her servant, anything you want -

Her slippers just hit the floor.

“Link, I want to feel you against me.”

Pulse.  Breathe, Link.  Stay in control.  “Feel me however you wish.”

Oh.  Oh, she’s going to do it holy s@#$ she’s going to do it she’s on her knees on the bed, lifting one to rest on my other side, shifting forward.

Breathe, Link.  Breathe- she’s on my thighs.  Her hands on my shoulders- gliding up my neck, her palms, every contour again, she’s learning me, how I feel, how I’m shaped, thumbing my jaw, now- now one hand cradling me and the other- the other- she- she’s going to-

Her fingertips at my lips “hhhoh-“ this hand is mine now, I’m kissing it, every fingertip gets its own kiss, its own suck, teeth on the pads, every part of her needs to feel how much I love her, how much I want to please her-

I said… in my fantasy… I said… hold her fingers there, Link, against your lips.  “Zelda.”

“Hhh-hh-“

Her arms suddenly around my shoulders and PULLING HERSELF IN AND “Zelda!” nononoNO, Link “ Z-! HH!” that was an involuntary thrust, Link, don’t do that, don’t give in completely “G-Goddess-“ her body flush against mine, I feel her everywhere thighs and up and I’m just her lightning-rod, shocks from her entering me everywhere going to ground again and again and again and do NOT thrust, Link, stay in control, if you’re going to do that do it because you mean to and not because you’ve let that darkness out-

H-her dress is not between us at all.  Only two pieces of cloth. One of mine.  One of hers. 

She’s gathering me up in her arms.  One tight around my shoulders, the other cradling the back of my head.  So gently.  Like I was still hurt.  Pressing her breasts to my chest- even to my neck a little.  Never in my life have I hated a shirt, but right now I’d like to burn this one myself.

She- she’s shaking unbelievably hard now.  So, so, so tense.  Her muscles are locked, aren’t they?

This… isn’t your head, Link.  Soothe her.

Running my hands along her back, one arm circling her waist, the other curling up to her shoulder.  Nuzzling her neck.  A small taste of her collarbone.  Of the hollow beside it.

“Hh- L- L- Link hh-”

Rub her back.  Soothing.  Kind.  Not insistent.  Ignore that lightning-rod.

”We can stop if you need to.”

“I d- do- oh- n’t want to stop.  I just- I feel- paralyzed.”

Slide your cheek against her, Link.  Love.  Tenderness.  Not lust.  I mean… obviously I’m feeling a good deal of that right now, but love comes first.  All the physical feelings… they can wait.  “What would you like me to do?”

A whimper.  A tiny rock of her hips jolting electricity through me lower, deeper, and around.  I’m clenching.  Well, too bad!  It can wait.

Gentle hands.  Full, soothing strokes along her back.  One upper, one lower, palms and fingers spread wide.  Back to closed kisses, Link.  Just press.  Draw a loving line of those kisses the entire length of her collarbone.

She’s rocking.  Only a little.  Major distraction, though.

Keep those hands controlled.  Soothe.  Calm.  Kind.  Loving.  Up and down.  Back and forth- OH!

That… that was unintentional… you made her jump, Link.  Your pinky went a little lower there and… she liked it.

“Do you want me… lower like that, or do you want me to back off?”

”L-lower.  Please.”

Find her lips to worship them with mine, and obey her.  My hand against her, lower and lower and lower and-

“Mmmmm-mmmh-”

-she’s moaning into my mouth and there is absolutely nothing in all the surface’s green fields that could’ve prepared me for this moment when she’s moving in time with waves of building pleasure against me and I feel our heat growing and our muscles tensing and I want to run a hand along her belly and dig to feel her muscles there, to feel exactly how my touch is making her move deep inside, but I won’t, because she wants my hands behind her, grounding her, and I WILL do exactly as she wishes.

Can’t resist a little self-indulgence, though- “Is this pleasing you?”

“Y-h-h-es.”

“Do you want me to keep doing this?”

“YES.”

“…Then I will.”

And I do.

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Taking Chances Ch. 18: Girl’s Night (Heroes/Villains)

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Teleporting back into her room in Gotham, Marinette flops onto her bed. Passing Kaalki sugar cubes and Tikki a cookie, she suppresses the urge to scream into her pillow. She was sick and tired of Hawkmoth. Sick and tired of being the one who has to fix everything. She just wanted one week with no Hawkmoth, no akuma attacks. But no. Of course not. Of course he just had to send out a stupid akuma every single day. Because why not. How’re people supposed to know he’s still being the main villain of Paris if he takes a freaking day off? Once she finds out who he is, she’s going to punch him in his stupid face. A knock on her door pulls her from her plotting ways to get back at Hawkmoth. 

“Come in.” She sighs, sitting up and forcing a tired smile on her face. 

“Marinette, your father wanted-” Selina starts, pausing as she looks her over. “Come on kitten, we’re having a girls day.” She says. Marinette raises an eyebrow. Sure she’d met Selina before, but they hadn’t really hung out yet. 

“What?” She asks. 

“You look exhausted and angry, sweetheart. Spending too much time with these boys isn’t going to help. So you’re gonna grab anything you need for an overnight trip and we’re going to go watch movies and eat junk food til we’re sick.” Selina instructs. Marinette grins, jumping up and shoving stuff into her backpack. She puts Kaalki’s glasses into her purse and lets her and Tikki fly in before she turns to Selina. 

“Ready!” She says, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. It’d been ages since she’d had a girls day with anyone. She was so ready to just take a break and be silly. 

“Well come on then. Harley and Ivy are going to adore you.” Selina says, slinging her arm around Marinette’s shoulders. Somehow, they manage to not see anyone on the way to Selina’s car. Which is weird, but it is a weekday so everyone probably had something to do besides sit around the manor. Pulling away from the manor, Selina flips on the radio, the new Jagged Stone song blasting full volume.

“Nice taste in music.” Marinette says with a wide grin. Selina smirks. 

“I have to like the man at least a little, his designer is one of my kids after all.” She says. Marinette smiles, a warm feeling flooding through her. Selina didn’t have to accept her with open arms, she didn’t have to treat her like she was her own daughter. But she did, and Marinette was so thankful for that. Thankful that even so far away from her Maman, she still had a Mom there for her. The two nod along to the music, scream singing the chorus together as the car pulls to a stop in front of an apartment building. Marinette glances at the building, suddenly nervous. Would Harley and Ivy like her? Or would they just tolerate her for Selina. 

“Don’t make yourself nervous, sweetheart. Harley and Ivy are two of the sweetest people I know. They’re gonna love you.” Selina says reassuringly, reaching over and squeezing Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette lets out a breath before nodding. 

“Okay, let’s go.” She says, grabbing her bag and jumping out of the car. She follows closely behind Selina, not wanting to give anyone the chance to get between them. You could never be too careful in Gotham. They walk into the building and go straight into the elevator, Selina pushing the button and leaning up against the wall while they wait. Marinette bounces on the balls of her feet, excitement and nerves bundling together. The second the elevator stops, Marinette’s out, following Selina down the hall. She pulls out a key, winking at Marinette before turning and unlocking the door. 

“Honey, I’m home!” She calls, and Marinette’s jaw drops. The apartment was quite literally covered in plants and vines. They were beautiful. She grins as one of the vines near her leans towards her, a small flower blooming at the end of it. 

“And who did you bring with you?” A tall woman with red hair asks, walking into the room. The designer inside of Marinette instantly has a million questions about the woman’s outfit. It seemed to be made entirely of plants, but she could also tell that they were still alive. She had no idea how the woman had managed that, but she guessed that it was something that couldn’t be replicated for someone else. 

“I’m Marinette. Nice to meet you!” She says with a wide smile. The woman, who Marinette assumes is Ivy, grins back. 

“Nice to meet you, Flower. I see you’ve already made a friend.” She says, gesturing to the vine which was now wrapped around Marinette’s wrist. Marinette giggles. 

“Well, I was hoping they liked me and that’s what this was. I have a garden back in Paris, and I’d hate to find out plants actually hate me.” She says. Ivy shakes her head. 

“No worries there. They adore you, it’s a little odd if I’m honest.” Ivy says, dodging Selina who tries to flick her. 

“Did I hear Selina?” Another voice asks, a short blonde woman walking into the room. Her hair was short and choppy, the small pigtails at the top of her head dyed pink. Marinette grinned at the woman’s outfit- a Gotham Amusement Pier t-shirt, Batman pajama pants, and hot pink fuzzy socks. She wondered if her dad knows that Harley Quinn has Batman pj pants….probably not. 

“Yes, with a guest.” Selina says, plopping onto the couch and gesturing over to Marinette, who was still standing by her new vine friend. 

“Hi! I’m Marinette, it’s nice to meet you.” She says, smiling and waving with her free hand. Ivy whispers something and the vine squeezes a bit before letting go, letting her move away from the door. 

“Well aren’t ya just the cutest!” Harley squeals, running forward and giving her a big hug. “Didjya finally join your boytoy’s adopting habits?” Harley adds, still clutching onto Marinette. Selina snorts. 

“No, he beat me to her. But she’s definitely mine, too.” She says, making Marinette’s face turn red. Harley coos at her, ruffling her hair before stepping back. 

“So what brings ya here? Get annoyed with Bats already?” Harley asks. Marinette blinks in shock. Harley knows? She thinks about it for a minute, and realizes it just makes sense. They’d been fighting long enough and then he started his relationship with Selina, who was one of Harley’s best friends. It just made sense that Harley (who was extremely smart) would put two and two together. 

“No, just thought that Mari could use a girl’s day. She’s been stuck with just the boys for over a week.” Selina explains. Harley gasps. 

“The horror!” She says, making Marinette giggle. “Come on pumpkin, I’ve got the comfiest jammies ever. Oooo, and we can paint our nails! Ivy, find the movies, Selina, you’re on snacks. This is gonna be so much fun!” Harley orders, grabbing Marinette’s hand and tugging her along to one of the bedrooms, Selina’s laugh echoing throughout the apartment. 

“I did bring pjs, ma’am.” Marinette says, once Harley stops tugging her and starts searching through a drawer. 

“Bet that can’t be comfier than the ones I’ve got for ya! And call me Harley kiddo, or Auntie Harley if ya wanna.” She says, looking up from the drawer to smile widely. She looks back and cheers in victory, pulling out a pair of bright red pajama pants. Marinette snorts when she notices the logo all over the pants. 

“Really?” She asks, giggling. Harley smirks. 

“We’ll have to take a picture of us and send it to your old man. Really get ‘im riled up.” She says. Marinette nods excitedly, taking the Robin pants from Harley. This was gonna be awesome. 

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Bruce sighs, looking at the news report from Paris from earlier. The damned butterflies were hard to track. He was used to figuring out problems quickly, and this one was taking too long for comfort. It wouldn’t bother him as much if it was anywhere else, but it was directly impacting his daughter. She was being hurt daily, and she’d even died and now she was plagued with nightmares. All because of a man with some magic jewelry. God, he hated magic. A knock on the study door stirs him from his thoughts. 

“Come in.” He says.

“Hey B, have you seen Mari? I was gonna ask her if she wanted to go get ice cream with me and Little D.” Dick asks, leaning against the door frame, Damian standing next to him with his arms crossed.

“Not since breakfast. There was another akuma attack earlier, but it wasn’t a bad one. She wasn’t injured.” He says, remembering the completely strange battle from earlier. It was some man with pigeons, and apparently this was the 34th time the man had been akumatized over pigeons. 

“Did you not check her room after the battle?” Damian asks, eyebrow quirked. Bruce sighs. 

“It was the pigeon one again. I assumed that she’d want to take a nap, if anything. She still hasn’t been sleeping well. Tim said she’s awake every morning when he comes up for coffee, whether it’s three or five, she’s up.” Bruce explains, frowning at the thought of his youngest daughter’s sleep habits. He certainly didn’t need another sleep deprived coffee addict like Tim. It wasn’t healthy. 

“Well I already checked her room. She wasn’t there.” Dick says, and Bruce frowns, pulling out his phone to send a text to Tim and call Jason. One of them had to have seen her. She never left the house without telling one of the family, unless it was for a battle. 

“What.” Jason says gruffly, Bruce is just grateful he answered. Up until a couple of months ago, Jason would have rather thrown his phone in the river than answer one of Bruce’s calls. 

“Have you seen Marinette?” He asks, getting straight to the point.

“No? Why? What’s wrong?” Jason asks, and Bruce hears shuffling as Jason rushes around wherever it is he is. 

“Nothing. I’ll call you back.” He says, hanging up. He glances down at his texts and notices Tim hasn’t seen her either. He frowns, but doesn’t panic yet. Pulling out his computer, he pulls up the tracker that was on each of his children’s phones. He scans the map, frowning when he sees that her phone is still in the manor. In her room. He stands and swiftly moves past his sons to get to his daughter’s room. He knocks, waiting for an answer. None. 

“Marinette?” He calls, knocking again. “I’m opening the door.” He warns, pushing it open. He frowns at the empty room, nothing appearing out of place. 

“Do you think she had to pop back to Paris for something?” Dick asks, coming up behind him. Bruce shakes his head. 

“No, she would have told us. Suit up, she has to be somewhere in-” He stops as his phone chimes. He looks at it and feels all of the tension leave his shoulders. 

Took our youngest daughter for a girl’s day, back tomorrow XO. Of course Selina had her. 

“She’s with the Sirens. She’ll be back tomorrow.” Bruce says, suppressing a smile at the annoyed look on his youngest’s face. She was safe, and that’s what matters. Even if he was certain he’d have to listen to Damian complain for the entirety of patrol. 

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“Make all the boy moose go WAAAAAAAAA!” Harley says with the movie, laughing loudly. Marinette chuckles, passing Tikki a cookie in her purse before sticking another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. 

“I still like the first one more.” Selina says, taking a sip of her wine. Harley sticks her tongue out at her before turning her attention back to the movie. 

“Do you think Mia is secretly a superhero?” Marinette asks, frowning in thought. 

“What on earth are you talking about?” Ivy asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Even Harley pauses the movie to turn and stare at her. 

“Stan Lee.” Marinette says with a shrug. 

“Is that s’posed to mean something to me, kid? Cause I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” Harley says, obviously confused. Marinette huffs. 

“Stan Lee makes a cameo in this movie. And Stan Lee is the creator of Marvel, right? He’s made a cameo in like, every single Marvel movie. So is Mia secretly a superhero? Is that why he’s in the movie?” Marinette rambles, almost flinging ice cream at Selina as she gestures crazily. 

“Sweetie, how much sleep have you had in the past three days?” Selina asks after a few moments of silence. 

“Not important. Is Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia, also a superhero? Does she secretly work for SHIELD? Or is she more like Iron Man, like a freelance superhero? Was she a hero in San Francisco too? Or did she take over a hero's mantle when she moved to Genovia? Cause she was really clumsy in the first movie and also super awkward, but now she’s less clumsy and she seems to be more put together, but are heroes really put together? I don’t think so. I think sometimes heroes pretend that they’re put together to make everyone else feel better when in all reality they’re seconds away from a breakdown themselves. Is Stan Lee coming to recruit her for SHIELD? Is that why he’s in Genovia? Does SHIELD have any jurisdiction there? Is there a Genovian branch of SHIELD?” Marinette rambles, suddenly stuck on the topic. Seriously, why is Stan Lee in Princess Diaries 2 if Mia isn’t a hero? Why would he-

“Kitten, take a breath.” Selina says, her hands on Marinette’s shoulders helping her to ground herself. Marinette takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She blinks a few times, instantly feeling bad. 

“I’m so sorry.” She says, frowning. 

“What for?” Harley asks, looking confused. 

“For ruining girl’s night.” She says quietly. Selina pulls her into a tight hug and Marinette sinks into it. 

“Sweetheart, you didn’t ruin anything. I don’t know everything that’s going on. But what I do know, is that you rambling out a conspiracy theory about the movie we’re watching is not ruining girl’s night. Trust me. One time, we invited your brother Dick, and he ate all of the cookies by himself.” Selina says, Marinette snorts. Of course he did. “Now that’s a way to ruin girl’s night.” She adds, squeezing her once more before leaning back.

“Let's watch something that we can just get lost in and not have to think at all.” Ivy suggests, looking through the stack of dvd’s. Marinette glances over, eyes instantly catching one of her favorite movies. 

“Legally Blonde?” She suggests, Harley squeals. 

“That’s it, you’re officially ours. Brucie can fight me.” She says, putting in the dvd. Marinette laughs, laying her head on Selina’s shoulder, grabbing a handful of popcorn. She could get used to nights like these.

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secret santa | kth x reader

secret santa | kim taehyung x reader

genre | bff2l, fluff

summary | What you thought was an ingenious plan to figure out the perfect gift for your secret santee turns out to take a whole bunch of wrong turns, but with the best outcomes.

rating | NC-17

word count | 6.2k words

warnings | some profanities (it’s like... once LOL), mentioned breakups, it’s Christmas in the context of a pandemic

a/n | Merry Christmas everybuddy 🎄✨ here is a lighthearted (or at least it was until i hit the 6am point of the night while writing slkdjflkjd) lil christmas gift to everyone, but mostly to myself LOL bcos I’m finally posting a fic about the one who owns my heart in its entirety 😌

Christmas without you would just not be Christmas at all

Bright mistletoes up above us, it’s just you and me

-- V, Snow Flower

“C’mon, ____,” Taehyung whines. He plops down on the couch next to you and puts his big, round eyes to good use, giving you the puppy dog eyes treatment.

Well too bad for Taehyung, having known him for the last decade has granted you immunity against his pouty antics. There’s a couple of things that Taehyung employs in a bid to get what he wants. First, he’ll whine. Next, he’ll attempt to reason it out with you… or as much as he can convincingly reason with the pout still laced thick in his tone. If that fails, he’ll try bargaining. And finally, if none of the aforementioned has managed to sway you, he’ll just pout in silence.

“That’s the thing about Secret Santas, Tae, they’re supposed to be, y’know, secret.”

“Well, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me who your santee is!” he exclaims, throwing his hands in the air.

There it is. Stage two.

You ignore him and return to scrolling through Amazon in what you hope is a nonchalant manner.

“What if I guess who it is?” he tries.

When you don’t reply, he continues, “Is it Hoseok?” He runs a hand through his golden locks in thought. “No, buying for Yoongi is easy because all he ever wants is practical things like planners. You wouldn’t need help with that. Hm… Is it Seokjin?”

He rambles on about different kitchenware that could make a good present for Jin, a ramble that would have been really helpful if only Jin were actually your secret santee.

Taehyung gasps and falls silent, shocking you into finally looking up from your phone. His already round eyes are even rounder, wide as they are in shock. A hand hovers over his mouth as he goes still.

Then, as suddenly as he had gasped, he relaxes into a laugh.

“For a moment, I thought your secret santee was me,” he says, chuckling. A jolt runs through you, and your breath hitches in a way that you pray is unnoticeable. “But you’re too shitty a liar to do that.”

“Hey!” You jab his side playfully and he yelps. “What do you mean? I’m a great liar.”

“That’s a blatant and unconvincing lie right there.”

You fold your arms and turn away.

“I know you’re not actually mad, ____,” comes his sing-song voice, crossing his arms behind his head and reclining into the couch.

Letting out another huff, you turn further away. So when he grabs your hands and pulls you to face him, it startles you a little.

His eyes search yours, and you can’t help yourself from stumbling into their depths. The seriousness in his gaze holds yours intently.

But just as you think he’s about to apologize, his eyes melt into little crescent moons as he grins. “So. Who’s your secret santee?”

His cry comes out muffled under the cushion you hit him with.

An exasperated groan leaves you the moment you close the front door. Tipping your head back to rest against the solid wood, you shut your eyes. You hear footsteps pad closer.

“I take it your plan didn’t succeed?” Irene says, leaning against the wall as she takes in your defeated stance.

“Nope,” you say, picking yourself back up and hanging up your scarf and coat. Your roommate’s still in the same fuzzy pyjamas she was in when you’d left for Tae’s earlier in the day, and honestly, she’s got the right idea. You’re ready to get back into jammies too.

A Lifetime movie plays in the background, and you’d be willing to bet your life’s savings -- not that there’s much when you’re but a struggling student -- that she’s got a mug of hot chocolate to accompany her.

“Another Christmas movie?” you scoff in mock disgust. “How are you not sick of them yet?”

“What else are we supposed to do during a quarantined Christmas?”

“Don’t kid yourself. You’d be doing this even without the quarantine.”

“Hey. If you detest it so much, I heard that Taehyung’s place has many vacant rooms right now.”

You roll your eyes. She got that information from you. Both his roommates were gone from the apartment for the time being, one went back home for the holidays and another had chosen to attend the entire semester from home since everything was online anyway, leaving Taehyung with the luxury of the entire apartment to himself.

Meanwhile, Irene was making full use of the ongoing situation to evade going back home for the holidays. Too much family drama to allow her to binge-watch her holiday flicks in peace, she’d said.

And you? It’s kinda awful, but you’ve chosen to remain in your apartment just slightly off-campus so that you could get a head start on your research for your thesis, the campus library’s offerings much more vast than the local neighborhood library of your small town hometown.

Upon hearing this, Taehyung had offered to stay to keep you company over the holidays. “We’ve spent every Christmas together ever since we were kids, Christmas would just feel too weird without you,” he’d said. “And then we can join the gang’s Zoom Christmas celebration together too! I heard that’s what Namjoon and Jin will be doing since they’re both in the city over Christmas.”

How you’d managed to keep yourself from melting into a puddle of goo at his casual selflessness was a real feat. Taehyung had always been close to his family, and often missed them intensely while you guys were miles apart from home each college semester. So for him to give up a trip back home so you could still have a piece of home with you over Christmas was not a small sacrifice.

“Hellooo?” Irene waves a hand in your face. You jump, jolted out of your thoughts. “Are you actually daydreaming about it? Ooh, staying over at your crush’s place with no one else around… saucy things could happen, ____.”

Although that wasn’t what you were thinking about, you still feel the heat rise to your cheeks at being caught daydreaming about Taehyung. Instead, you give a feeble excuse to get Irene off your back, “I’m just thinking about secret santa gifts again. Ugh, why’d I have to draw him of all people?!”

“Are you sure you aren’t overthinking this because of your feelings? How difficult is it to think of a gift for a guy you’ve been friends with since you were kids? What about his interests?”

“That’s real tough. His hobbies are so whimsical and oftentimes just impulsive. Remember the phase with the film camera? And then the short-lived violin phase? And the piano phase? The only outcome of that phase is him playing the Chopstick Waltz every single time we pass by a piano.”

“Well, what about something that’s been a constant in his life then through all the phases?”

You purse your lips in thought, weighing the thought. It’s not a bad suggestion, but what has been a constant for him all this time?

Coming up with naught, you sigh and turn to head to your room. “I’ll think about it while I get changed back into my jammies.”

When you described Taehyung’s ideas and interests as being whimsical and oftentimes impulsive, this is exactly what you meant.

“Tae, I don’t think it’s gonna fit. Why’d you get such a big one?”

“You just have to believe, ____. We just need faith, trust, and- well actually, maybe just faith and a really good, hard thrust.”

“I feel like there’s so many that’s what she said jokes to be made here.”

“Wasting your energy on that line of thinking is the reason why we haven’t gotten this christmas tree through the door yet.”

With one more solid push, the widest part of the tree finally makes it through the narrow doorway of Taehyung’s apartment, and the two of you go stumbling forward with the extra momentum.

“We did it!” he exclaims, wrapping you up in a hug. “You believed!”

Internally cursing yourself for the way your heart has the audacity to stutter at his touch. The hug is nothing- the warmth that seeps from his body to yours is familiar because hugs are nothing special in your friendship. Even in your grade school memories, Taehyung had always been a tactile person, giving out hugs generously and demanding them in return by simply throwing himself at people to be received in an embrace, coerced or not. As you and your peers grew older, Taehyung became more aware and withheld himself from his sudden hug attacks, especially towards the other girls. But not you. He felt no need to skirt around things with you, and you found a quiet hum of satisfaction in knowing that Taehyung could be his tactile self with you. Hugs were just an expression of your friendship. Nothing more.

That is, until you wanted them to be more.

You shake the thought away. You’ve dealt with this successfully for more than a year now and you can continue on.

Taehyung loosens his hold but keeps his arms around you, leaning back to look at you. The soft puffs in his cheeks and the light creases around his eyes as they bunch up in happiness are just some of the little things you adore about him. The contentment practically radiates off of him. It’s just like him to get this excited over a christmas tree.

“Shall we get to setting it up?” you ask and he nods, releasing you completely then to get to work.

After the two of you find the perfect spot, situating the tree in the corner of the living room by the windows and in reach of a power socket, you grab the bag of decorations.

The oddly small and light bag of decorations.

“Tae?” you ask, pulling out the single box of baubles. “Is this all you got?”

Grinning sheepishly, he nods. “I didn’t have much left for decorations after I chose the tree.”

“Why’d you choose such a big tree then?”

“What’s the point of getting a tiny tree? It’s only nice and festive if it’s large!” he exclaims.

“Well, what’s the point of getting a big tree that will be bare except for six baubles, Tae?!”

“I was thinking we could improvise the decorations.”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Improvise?”

“Yeah, like- wait,” he says, running to his bedroom. His voice floats over from the narrow corridor, “just hang on!”

After a little rustling and rummaging, Taehyung emerges with two shoeboxes and a few scarves thrown over his shoulders. Grabbing one of the shoeboxes from him, you open it to reveal a bunch of keychains. Souvenirs from his friends’ travels and some of his own too. In there, you recognize an eiffel tower keychain you gifted him after your family’s holiday to France.

“Here, look!” He grabs a few and begins hanging them on the tree. “Decorations!”

You laugh. It’s a classic Taehyung move, and honestly it doesn’t look half bad. Picking a few keychains of your own from the box, you join him in placing them around the tree.

“What are you going to do about the tree topper?” you ask.

He smirks. “I’ve already got that all figured out.” Unboxing the second shoebox to reveal his collection of polaroid photos, he rifles around till he finds the photo he wants. Brandishing the polaroid of Yeontan, he grins. “Both an angel and a star. Perfect.”

You can't argue with that logic, and you say as much before vacating the step stool so he can clip the polaroid to the top of the tree with a wooden peg. Eyeing the pile of scarves on the couch, you ask, “What about the scarves?”

“Scarves? You mean ribbons?” he says, and begins draping them across the tree. You giggle and reach for one. The soft material is plush, caressing your skin as you run your fingers over the material. It's much nicer than the other scarves, you notice, and way too nice to be stuck on a christmas tree.

“Hey,” you say, “isn’t this cashmere? Are you sure you want such a nice sweater on your tree?”

Taehyung shrugs. “It was a gift from my ex. It’s not like I’m going to wear it anymore.”

His ex. The words hit you like a punch to your gut.

Taehyung's ex, Samantha, was a pleasant person to be around, easygoing and bubbly with a sunny personality that matched him well. At least, from what you could tell based off the first two months of their relationship that you got to witness firsthand. You're not quite sure who exactly initiated the distance -- whether it was from your own courtesy that you gave them space, or whether Samantha had, directly or indirectly, requested for it -- the memories were all too foggy by now.

What you do remember is that one moment they were happy together, and the next they were broken up, the relationship lasting just a little over six months. Taehyung never spoke much about it and when you did probe, he would brush it off with scant excuses that they just figured they weren't compatible after all.

That had been some time in the spring. Briefly, you wonder how many wears the scarf had gotten, and how much sentimental value it held. The quality of the material hinted towards a relationship that had been going strong.

Yet, you muse over it as you drape the luxurious material over the prickly christmas tree, Taehyung brushed it off with such brashness that spoke otherwise.

“Hey,” Taehyung breaks the silence that has fallen between you, clearing his throat in a self-conscious manner as if he’s feeling guilty over the awkward turn that the conversation had taken. You look at him, half-hidden behind the tree pines, his eyes pensive. Maybe he’ll finally open up about the relationship -- it’s been eight months after all. But then he flashes his usual elfin grin. “Any luck with your secret santee gift yet?”

You groan, partly because no, you’re still clueless and stuck on what to get him, and partly because he’s once again evaded the topic of his ex.

The incessant buzzing of your phone gets ignored, vibrating almost violently in its spot on the tinyass coffee table next to your feet which you’ve kicked up ever so demurely. The consecutive, rapid-fire notifications can only be from an overly enthusiastic Taehyung.

Irene nudges foot with her own socked one. “Aren’t you gonna check your phone? I can pause the movie if you want.”

“Nah, I’ve watched Home Alone enough times to not care about missing anything. And it’s probably just Tae being all excited about secret santa gift suggestions.”

“Ooh, how’s that going? Finally got him to spill what he might want?”

An exasperated sigh escapes you. “No, he’s sending me individualized suggestions for everyone that are so well thought out and personalized that I can’t get them for anyone else.”

Grabbing your still-buzzing phone, you flick through your texts. Just as you’d predicted, Tae’s sent you a bunch of Christmas socks he found on Amazon that he thinks would make a good addition to Jin’s collection of festive socks, a set of really nice paints that would pair well with Yoongi’s newfound interest in painting, and an anthology of time-travel short stories that he thinks would fascinate Namjoon.

“Hm, d’you think he’s called your bluff? Intentionally sending you suggestions that wouldn’t be helpful?”

You shake your head, frowning. “Tae’s not like that. Honestly, it was just a bad move on my part, hoping that he would give some generic gift suggestion that would let slip what he really wants. Tae is too thoughtful to get people generic gifts. He puts his heart and soul into the presents he buys for others.”

Reaching over, Irene pinches your cheek lightly as she coos at you, “Awww, you’re so in love with him. I can feel the cavities forming.”

“Pretty sure those are from the hot chocolate with extra marshmallows you love so much,” you say, tipping your chin in a gesture to the mug in her hands.

Irene sticks her tongue out and takes an extra large sip in typical defiance.

As much as you mock Irene for her love for Lifetime holiday movies and hot chocolate, you do have to admit that there’s a certain appeal to it. Curled up on the lumpy couch in Taehyung’s apartment, cupping the hot beverage in your hands, even the uneven lumpiness of the cheap piece of furniture begins to feel comfortable.

The entire room is dark, save for the glow of the television. Taehyung has always insisted that this is the best way to watch movies. Maybe it’s a good thing your makeshift decorations on the christmas tree -- still standing proudly in the corner of the room -- didn’t include christmas lights after all.

Outside, the snowfall has gotten pretty intense, the temperature dipping significantly compared to the previous few days. It is well and truly winter, the cold showing no mercy to anyone who wasn’t prepared for it. You’re thankful to be inside and with a nice hot drink.

But as the film runs on, you get so engrossed in the plot that you don’t even realize you’ve finished your drink till you drain the last of it. Oh.

Looking over at Taehyung, you could always request for more and you know he’d be more than happy to make you another cup. But the movie is at its climax and the way his eyes are glued to the screen, his mouth slightly agape with how invested he is in the film, you can’t bring yourself to interrupt him now. So you try to ignore the way the cold begins nipping at your fingertips.

Soon enough though, the once warm mug that was a pleasant source of heat became stiff cold ceramic between your equally stiff fingers. Scrunching your toes, you wish you’d thought to bring an extra pair of socks over, especially when you think about the pair of socks you’d stuffed into your boots, soggy and cold with melted ice. A shiver runs through you at the thought.

“Are you cold?” Taehyung asks, and you jump. You didn’t realize he’d noticed.

“Yeah, a little.”

He pouts. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? C’mere,” he says, and lifts the edge of his blanket, revealing his plaid pants and sweatshirt combination.

Crawling in quickly, you tell yourself that you’re only complying because you know he’ll put up a fight if you don’t, and you don’t want the cold air getting into the cocoon of warmth he’s created with his blanket. Not because you’re excited to snuggle up with Tae. Definitely not. But now that you’re here, you may as well make the most of it, you figure.

Taehyung yelps as you press your icy toes to his warm thigh. Your arms wind their way around him, desperately seeking out the warmth of his body heat. Nuzzling lightly into the crook of his neck, you sigh, finally getting some relief from the cold.

The tiniest of groans escapes him. Then, a tight gasp. Stiffening, you peer up at Taehyung carefully.

He’s turned to look at you too, his attention that was once rapt by the movie now focused directly on you with equal intensity. Nervous energy accumulates within you and your heart rate skyrockets, now keenly aware of every hard plane of his body against yours. The logical part of you regrets the way you launched yourself at him and gave no regards for personal space. But you’re only dimly aware of that. The part of you that just wants Taehyung, the part that you’ve kept under lock and key, now fights against the restraints you’ve tied yourself into, unravelling you. You gnaw at your lip unsurely, and you watch as Taehyung’s gaze drops to your lips, heavy-lidded as they linger there, then darting back up to meet yours head-on.

The hand that he has on your hip grips you a little tighter, and you clutch the front of his sweatshirt in response. Your heart is pounding now, and the headiness of it all makes you feel swirly. Is he leaning clo-

Slam!

Both of you jump. The noise from the film startles you both, and you accidentally head butt Taehyung’s chin in the midst of it. He yelps in pain.

“I’m so sorry!” You frantically rub the spot to soothe it. “Are you ok?”

He laughs it off in his usual carefree manner. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure? It doesn’t hurt?”

“It’ll be fine in a bit,” he says, pulling you into his chest, his warmth emanating from his chest to your back in a comforting manner. “Let’s continue watching the movie.”

With his arms wound around you, you wonder if he can feel the way your heartbeat continues to beat erratically. If he does, he says nothing about it. And underneath you, you can feel clearly how his heartbeat matches yours in its stuttering pace. But you say nothing about it. Not for the duration of the movie, not when it ends, not when you stand to leave, and not when he wishes you goodnight at the door.

The next day, you wake up with thoughts of yesterday sending your mind into a spiralling whirlpool. You decide it’s time to make an emergency call.

Also, it’s five days to Christmas and you still haven’t thought of a suitable gift for Taehyung.

“Hello?” comes a chirpy voice over the line.

“Jiminie!”

“____! What’s up?”

“Listen, I need your help. It’s about the secret santa thing.”

“What about it?”

“I need a suggestion for a gift for your best friend.”

Jimin chuckles. “Isn’t he also your best friend?”

“Well, yes, but…”

You take him through your original plan to covertly ask Taehyung what he would like by asking what would make a good gift, and how it got completely derailed, to which Jimin just laughed. And then your discussion with Irene on finding something that has been a constant in his life. Since you’re on the phone with Jimin, you take the chance to rant about your annoyance with yourself at not foreseeing Taehyung’s thoughtfulness and the personalized gift suggestions that he’s been giving you.

“____,” Jimin interrupts you mid-rant. “The answer is right in front of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe your plan didn’t really fail. If Tae is suggesting personalized gifts, then…” he trails off meaningfully.

You gasp. “Oh. You’re absolutely right, Jimin, you genius!”

“This was your own plan, ____.” He chuckles. “Now as for what has been constant in his life… Do you really not realize?”

Oh.

“Jimin, you’re a genius, y’know that?”

“So I’ve been telling everyone.”

“Ok, I gotta go now,” you say, excitement zipping through you as your mind fills abuzz with different ideas now that Jimin has set you on the path.

“Seeya on the 25th, you dork.”

“See you!”

Belatedly, you realize you missed out on telling Jimin about what had happened the day prior. But you shrug it off, figuring that you could tell him about it another time.

---

But as it turns out, you don’t. The hectic rush of preparations for Christmas keep you and your friends so busy, you’re thankful everyone’s blocked out Christmas night for each other or you’d just miss each other completely otherwise.

Days on from the eventful movie night you had with Taehyung, the distance has already caused the memories of the night to go slightly fuzzy. You wonder if it had really even happened, or if you were just overthinking everything as per usual.

And since Taehyung never brought it up, your friendship carrying on in the easy status quo, it was simple enough to chalk it up to your own imagination.

The rush towards Christmas keeps itself up even till Christmas day itself. You’re huffing a little as you squeeze yourself and your grocery bags through the doorway of Taehyung’s apartment. The lopsided feeling of your beanie sitting askew on your head is just one part of your disheveled state right now.

“Tae!” You set the bags down and replace the spare key in its hiding place. “I’m here!”

He comes bursting out of his room and running over to help you with the bags. “Is it time to bake?” His tone is bright and shimmering with anticipation. Baking Christmas cookies with each other’s families was a tradition the two of you grew up with, and a tradition you both intended to keep even while away from your hometown.

Pulling the cookie cutters out of the bag, you wave them with a grin. “Shall we? We still have to prepare dinner after this and make sure we log onto Zoom on time too.”

The afternoon is filled with a flurry of flour and butter and sugar, cookie cutters and oven mitts, and a whole lot of messy icing. You pipe out a beautiful blue and white star, if you do say so yourself, taking pride in the baking skills you’ve honed over the past twenty years. Meanwhile, Taehyung scribbles Yeontan on a star-shaped cookie of his own. He adds this to his collection of alien cookies and rabbits on the moon.

When you’re both done decorating and the icing is left to set, you get to work on dinner. It’s a simple affair, just some mashed potatoes that you set Taehyung to work on, some lightly roasted veggies, and a rotisserie chicken from the supermarket in place of the usual Christmas turkey your families would normally have.

Grabbing plates to serve up your dinner, you can hear the chorus of hellos from the living room as Taehyung sets up his laptop to join the Zoom call. It fills you with a warmth you didn’t know you were missing, the cacophony of noise from your friends still as familiar as it always is even though it’s filtered through the speakers on the laptop. If anything, it may even be more chaotic than ever, with everyone speaking over each other, the social cues becoming even harder to read over the virtual platform.

When you finally enter the room with your two plates, the noise only gets louder, everyone shouting to greet you. You say a quick hi and slip back into the kitchen to get the tray of cookies to show off to the rest over the webcam.

You take your place next to Taehyung, seating yourself next to him in a similar cross-legged position, your knees knocking together as you both squeeze to get into frame together. Memories of the movie night come back to you, but Taehyung seems unfazed. Feigning calmness, you try to focus on the ongoing exchange instead.

The conversation drives itself, years of friendship and months spent apart from each other fuelling the chatter. With small talk on how Christmas day was for everyone, quick catch-ups on how everyone’s doing, inside jokes and references to shared experiences of the past, the atmosphere feels just like that one year you all went on a camping trip together and sat around the bonfire on the final night, swapping stories and jokes in a breezy fashion.

Just as the conversation slips into an easy placidity, Hoseok suggests you all move on to the secret santa bit of the night.

That’s when you gasp. Amidst the manic pace of the day and its activities, you’d forgotten to retrieve your present from where you’d stowed it in your apartment. In the same way that you treated Taehyung’s apartment like your own, so was your apartment to him. Taehyung could walk into your apartment any moment, whether you were present or not, and you needed to find a good secret place for your present. Stashing your prepared present in an unused cupboard in the kitchen, you remember commending yourself for having found such a great hiding spot. Turns out, it was so excellently hidden that even you had forgotten about it till this very moment.

But your internal struggle and the guilt that plagued you went unbeknownst to the rest, each taking turns to open their presents. A whole range of reactions and sound effects went on, Hoseok thanking Taehyung for his gifted sunglasses with such sincerity that transcended the boundaries of the webcam and screen. Yoongi had bought Jin a new fishing reel, and the boys were in the midst of discussing their next fishing trip.

But it was Namjoon’s reaction and the chaos that ensued that truly had you relaxing a little from your anxious-frustrated-guilty state.

“Snacks? And wet wipes?” Namjoon’s expression is incredulous as he pulls the items out of the brown paper bag. “Who’s giving me all these freebies?!”

“FREEBIES?!” Next to Namjoon, Jin smacks the table, causing him to jump. “I’ll have you know that those snacks were selected after careful observation, and I even went so far as to scout out for the specific brand you like and some even required shipping from elsewhere because the grocery stores near us didn’t stock it, and I got you wet wipes because you’re always spilling things, or maybe you could use them after you’re done snacking while on the go, but you still have the AUDACITY to call it FREEBIES?!”

At the sight of Jin gone red in the face, the snickers that the rest of you had been holding in came bursting out.

“Ok, I think we’re the last two to open our gifts,” Taehyung says, reading the room and moving on quickly before Jin could get even more agitated. “____, this is yours from your secret santa.”

Ripping open the wrapping paper swiftly, you find a brown leather-bound journal with your initials embossed on them in gold.

“Oh! This is beautiful,” you gush. “And since we’re the last two, this must be from Jimin!”

Even through the screen, the sight of your friend’s smile, eyes all scrunched up with the sincerity of it, has your heart swelling.

“And that means… that I’m your secret santee!” Taehyung gasps. “No way. And this whole time I was calling you a bad liar.”

He rambles on, explaining to the rest about your sly method of attempting to discreetly ask him what he might like for Christmas. The whole time, you’re chewing on your lip, trying to find the right moment to interject and explain what’s happened.

“Ok! So,” Taehyung finally pauses, looking at you expectantly, “I’m ready for my present!” His hands are cupped and ready to receive the present… that will not make it to him tonight.

You place your hands in his, lowering them gently and taking in his obvious confusion. “I’m so sorry, Tae, I left your present back at home. I promise I’ll bring it over tomorrow! Or you can come over after this to grab it if you want.”

“Oh,” he says, puppy dog pout hitting you full-force with guilt. “But I still want a gift now, so…”

Grasping your hands that are still in his, he tugs you forward into his chest, and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

Silence. Both from your brain, and from everyone around.

It lasts for two seconds -- your group of friends has never found it easy to shut up after all -- and then it’s an eruption, pulling you back to the reality that the two of you are not alone.

You can hear Jungkook screaming, “GROSS!” and Namjoon yelling in confusion. But Jimin’s tinkling laughter, filled with unmistakable joy, cuts through the noise along with a raspily muttered, “It’s about fucking time.” from Yoongi.

In the background, you hear Jungkook asking, “Waaaait, so does this mean that Seokjin has to give Namjoon a kiss now too?” and Jin’s immediate, “NO!”

The noise jump starts your brain back into motion. You attempt to pull away from Taehyung, highly aware that your friends are subject to witnessing all of this, but he tugs you back, anchoring you to him with an arm wrapped firmly around your waist. The laughter from the laptop speakers turns into cries of outrage and then an abrupt return to silence with a click, and you realize that Taehyung must have closed his laptop, ending the Zoom call.

Looping your arms around Taehyung’s shoulders, you begin to respond to his kiss, eyelids fluttering closed. It’s new, it’s electrifying. But it’s also like something deep inside has finally clicked, like you’ve finally arrived. You’re home.

“Did you know?” you ask. “About me having feelings for you?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung admits. Heat rises to your cheeks at that, and you hide your face in his chest. Now that you don’t have to be seated on the floor to be in frame for the Zoom call, the two of you opted to move to the lumpy but still much more comfortable couch.

The gentle strokes of his hand in your hair is familiar and comforting, reminding you of the infinite patience he’s always shown to you. It’s a reminder that this is Taehyung. The boy you grew up with through thick and thin. Your best friend. And that gives you the boldness to continue despite your embarrassment.

“How? And when?”

“Honestly,” he trails off slightly, in thought, “I think it was Samantha who made me realize it.”

A pang of jealousy hits you. But you’re immediately wondering if it’s even warranted, now that you guys are… Well, what exactly are you? You make a mental note to clarify that.

“She was jealous, y’know,” he continues. “Didn’t want to say it at first, and tried to put up with it because she understood that our friendship is not something she could just expect me to give up.

“But it got to a point where things just couldn’t go on any longer. What she initially saw as discomfort that she would learn to overcome with time, soon became an awareness that the two of us were crossing the line of just friends, even if we hadn’t realized it at the time.”

Taehyung sighs, causing you to look at him. He smiles down at you, and skims your cheek with his thumb affectionately. “Maybe it’s because you’ve been here by my side all my life, that it was such a gradual thing and neither of us really realized it.”

“Yeah,” you mumble. “It was only after you began dating her that I realized how not okay with that I was. I thought it was just me being the possessive best friend trying to get used to having to share you. But then I realized I didn’t just want my best friend back. I wanted what she had.”

Swallowing hard, you remember the bitterness of the jealousy you felt back then, and that still recurs from time to time.

“What about you then? How did you come to recognize your feelings?” you ask.

“Samantha made me face up to them.” There’s a faraway look in his eyes. “One day she laid it all out, about us being more than just friends. And when I denied it, she asked me, would I choose you over her if I were forced into making that decision. The answer very nearly rolled straight off my tongue. And that was when I knew.”

“Is that why you broke up?” you ask. Taehyung nods. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you silly girl.” He boops you on the nose. “I’m just thankful that Samantha was as understanding as she was about it. I think that’s why it took me a long time to get over it -- knowing that I’d hurt someone as wonderful as she is with my own blind ignorance.”

“And you too,” he says, leaning down to lay a soft peck on your lips. “I hated knowing that I’d hurt you because of my lack of awareness of my own feelings. That’s why I had to take my time this time around, to make sure that I know for sure.”

“Do you know for sure now?”

“Yes,” he says, holding your gaze with seriousness that has you swimming in its depths. “I’m yours now. Purely and fully.”

When you returned to your apartment the next morning, Irene was waiting to grill you on your whereabouts. It didn’t escape her notice that you hadn’t come back to the apartment the previous night, and she joked about how the vacant rooms in Taehyung’s apartment probably didn’t matter because you could always spend the night sharing his bed anyway.

And when you, blushing madly but holding your own nonetheless, informed her that she was right, well, you should have anticipated her squeals of excitement. “Tell me everything!” she had demanded.

You also should have anticipated the endless teasing that she would put the two of you through, especially in the Christmas season. After a trip out to the stores, finally taking a break from her Lifetime holiday movies marathon, she’d returned with copious amounts of mistletoe to hang all around the apartment, insisting the two of you make up for lost time.

But what Irene doesn’t need to know is just how much the two of you agree with her. Stealing a tiny sprig of mistletoe from around the house -- there’s so much that she wouldn’t even notice anyway -- you pack it into one of the clear baubles you’d bought for Taehyung’s Christmas present, nestling it into the box alongside the other clear baubles that were customized with pictures of the two of you.

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The one I remembered

Summary:

you were the only ex Chris remembers. And he misses you. He always thinks about you, hoping you were doing the same. What happens when he sees you again?

Warning: fluff, angst

Title: the one I remembered

Word count: 2.9k

Pairing: Chris Evans x childhood ex

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You loved Chris deeply when you were dating when you were 16 and 17. And you still love him to this day. You and Chris were young and didn't understand the relationship at all. You both worked it out the best you could, but when Chris was ready to start his career, he broke up with you. 

There were no hard feelings between the two of you. You both stayed in touch for a few months after, but soon lost connection after you left Boston for work yourself. 

Now 20 years later, you were an interior realtor and back in Boston.  There were times when you thought about Chris when you saw him in movies or on your TV. You try your best to get him off your mind, you really did.

-♥-

It was around 8am when you woke up to your dog, Monty jumping on you. Groaning, you opened your eyes slightly to see your blue staffy.

"Oh Monty." You groaned out again. He began to jump up and down on the bed again making sure you were up.

"Okay Monty I'm aware you want to go on a walk buddy, just hold on. We're going to go." You breathed out as you laid back against your pillow. Monty probably understood you as he whimpered out before laying beside you, letting you get your day started.

Unknowingly Chris a few blocks away was standing in his kitchen, drinking his morning coffee. Dodger was right beside him wagging his tail, as he pawed at Chris's leg because he wanted something.

Chris looked down at the big brown eyed dog, laughing. 

"What is bubba?" 

Dodger ran towards the front door and Chris followed. Beside the door was his leash. Dodger turned around, looking up at him. Chris knew actually what he wanted. "Oh you want to go to the park?"

Dodger tail began to wag at his favorite word park. Chris laughed, taking the leash of the hook. "Okay, let's go for a walk."

-♥-

You got up out of bed and changed out of your jammies. Less than 10 minutes later, you were out of the door with Monty on his leash, ready for your morning walk. 

You were thinking you were going to stop at the park and maybe let Monty play at the dog park, but for now you weren't sure. 

Began to walk, you looked around the neighborhood seeing your elderly neighbors working on their garden. They saw you and waved like they always did. You smiled and waved back at them before continuing your adventure.

Chris was halfway down the street with Dodger. Dodge was smelling all the flowers and was tugging on the leash so he could try to get the squirrels. Chris laughed, keeping the puppy in front of himself. 

"Come on dodger," he shouted. "Work with me bubba."

At the same time you were walking down the same street, on the same sidewalk with Monty. As soon as the staffy saw the dodger, he charged excitedly to meet the dog.

The tug caught you off guard making you yelp as you accidentally let go of his leash. "Monty!" You started to chase after him. Your yelling caught Chris's attention. He saw Monty running towards him and Dodger and you jogging behind him.

He quickly grabbed Monty's leash before he could get any further, even though he was really only wanting to see Dodger.

You quickly ran up to Chris, panting. "Thank you. He's a pain in the butt." You laughed through your breathing trying to make light of the moment. 

Chris was about to say something but he was cut off when he noticed you. He's heart skipped a beat.

"Y/n!?"

You looked up at the familiar boston accent. Your mouth feels opened as you spit his name out. "Oh my gosh, Chris?" 

Chris smiled at you, nodding. "Yeah, it's me." You smiled back at him. "H-how are you?" You asked, shocked that you were even seeing him. It felt like a dream. 

"I'm good." 

The both of you stood in silence before Chris spoke. "I… can I hug you?" He asked, looking at you with an adorable little smile. You nodded, "I'll love that." 

Chris walked around the two dogs to pull you into a deep hug. The scent of fresh pine filling your nose reminds you of the past. Chris nose pressed into your neck, he was still smiling. He just couldn't believe it was you. 

Eventually you had to pull away from him. Chris looked at you with a smirk. "Ah it's been a while since I saw you. 20 years." You sucked in your breath. "Yes, 20 years." You chuckled softly, looking down at the ground. You weren't sure what to do or say at this moment.

Chris took in the sight of you. You looked the same as you did when you were younger. Your eyes still sparkled the same way when you smiled. Your beautiful features were the same, and your laugh still made his legs feel like Jell-O.

"So um you live around here?" Chris said, speaking up. You looked up at him. "Uh yeah." You nodded. "I live down the street. Just a few houses down." You pointed behind you as you looked at Chris. 

Chris nodded, "yeah well I live a few houses the other way. Pretty crazy how we live near each other as we did when we were younger." Your eyes widen at the memories. 

"Hey I was wondering if you wanted to go out to lunch or something?" Chris asked. You knew he was nervous at how his lip rolled in between his teeth. That hasn't changed since you both were younger.

"How dinner? I have to go to work and I really have a lot. So if you're fine with 8: 30 then we can do 8:30 but you don't have to, but you know…"  You trailed off as you noticed you were about to ramble. Chris smiled at you making your face heat up. 

"I'll love too. We can meet at the diner down the street, what do you say?" You nodded quickly, almost too quick, making you shyly tear your eyes from Chris. 

"Sounds nice." You and Chris said goodbye and began to get your pups so you can take them home and see each other later. You swore you heard Chris mutter you were so beautiful, but your mind could have been playing tricks on you.

-♥-

After a long shift, you were finally home. Chris was on your mind the whole time. You thought you wouldn't get through the day like that, but you somehow did.

Entering your house, you were greeted by a happy Monty. You smiled and kneeled down, giving the pup a scratch and a kiss. "Hi Monty. Mommy has to go get ready okay." Monty giving you a few more licks before you stood up, racing up stairs.

After about 10 minutes in the shower, you got out and wrapped your towel around your wet body. You walked out of the bathroom into your bedroom. Going straight to the closet, you searched for an outfit that wasn't too much, but something that looked good.

After about 5 minutes you decided on a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt. You slipped that on and then went to do your hair and some light makeup. 

Once you got yourself ready you went downstairs. Monty who was sitting on the couch, jumped down and began to walk over to you. You kneeled down to your baby, chuckling as you scratched his cute wittle face.

"Well buddy I guess Mama is going out on a date, I don't know if it's a date but I'm going out on a date with Chris. you know, the guy I used to date, but we broke up because he had work. Isn't that exciting?"

Monty looked at you confused as can be. He didn't understand you but you know he was happy for you.

"Ok well I should get going now. I'll see you a little later Monty." You waved goodbye to him as you opened the front door. "Wish me luck bud." With that you walked out of the house.

Chris was just walking out of the house as he got ready. He decided to wear some trousers and a button up shirt. It was his normal style, but he didn't care.

 He took the sun glasses in his hand and put them on his face. He smiled as he walked to his car and got in. Shutting the door, he turned and put the key in the ignition. The engine roared as the car started. Chris exhaled before backing out of his driveway, on his way to the diner.

-♥-

You've been sitting in a booth in the back of the diner for about 5 minutes. Every time you heard the door open, you would look up hoping to see Chris, but it wasn't him.

After about 15 minutes of doing that, you saw Chris. You smiled when his eyes met yours. Chris walked over to you. "Hi." 

He sat across from you with a sigh. "So how was work?" He looked over at you as he asked you that question. "Well I'm,it was pretty okay I guess. I'm very happy it's over now." You said.

Chris chuckled, "yeah."

You and Chris  eventually ordered and kept making conversation. You both talked about your careers and how your lives have been since you were younger. 

Chris found out you've only had 3 partners since him. you've been in Boston for a while now and Chris was just now figuring it out. He told you a lot of things you already knew, but you listened anyway.

By around 9:45 you both were done and the check finally came. You were quick to pay, but Chris snatched it off the table before you could put your money on it. 

"You know I'm not letting you pay." You shook your head and laughed. He still hasn't changed since you were younger. 

After Chris paid you, both walked out of the diner. You underestimated the temperature and when you walked out the brisk air hit you. Chris saw you shivering and he instantly pulled off his Jacket. He draped it over your shoulders, so you wouldn't get any colder. Turning to him, you smiled. "Thanks Evans."

Chris smiled as his hand rested on your back as you walked to your car. No problem." You finally reached your car. You opened your door and got in. When you got all the way in, Chris shutted the door before leaning down to the window.

 Hey um where do you live? Maybe dodger and Monty can have a play date sometime." 

"Oh um I live (random address). You can come over whenever you like. I'm free tomorrow." You said. Chris nodded. "Okay, I'll see you later then. It was nice spending time with you y/n." You smiled at him. "It was nice spending time with you too Chris. Bye."

With that, you pulled out of the parking lot. Chris watched as your car vanished from his vision. He smiled as he tucked his hand in his pants pocket. He wanted to tell you he still loves you, but should he tell you so soon.

Chris walked to his car and got in. His mind and heart was telling him to do the unthinkable and he was really thinking he should do it, but he kept telling himself don't. Chris pulled out of the diner lot and began to make his way down the road to his house. 

He shook his head as he passed your house. His heart was controlling him as he pulled into the front of your house. He turned off his car and got out, walking up the steps to the front door. His knuckles pressed against the door as he knocked.

Inside, you were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in your hand, a sweater and panties on, and clean makeup Free face. You heard a knock on the door and you frowned as you sat your wine down, getting up. Walking to the door, you opened it slightly, looking out at who was on the other side. When you saw it was Chris, you smiled and relaxed. 

"Oh hi Chris is there something wrong?" 

Chris looked at you. "Um there's two things." You opened the door wider as you nodded, Chris walked in, turning to you. "One thing is you have my coat." You gasped, turning to the coat rack behind you. "Uh here you are." You handed it to him and smiled. " So number two?"

Chris walked closer to you. He hesitated, as he placed his hand under your chin. You looked up at him, Chris didn't know it, but butterflies were taking over your stomach. "And number two is this." Chris leaned down and placed his lips on yours. 

You moaned softly as his lips touched yours. Chris began to cup your cheeks as he deepened the kiss. Your arms snaked around his waist, pulling at his shirt. Chris pulled away from your lips as you began to unbutton his shirt. "I've been wanting to kiss you ever since I left 20 years ago. He kissed you again, his tongue teasing you slightly before he pulled away. You pushed his shirt off his shoulder. Chris then pulled your sweater off. You didn't have a bra on and Chris looked down at your body with pure lush. "So fucking beautiful." He said. He kissed you again, but this kiss wasn't like the first one. It was more intense than the first, his tongue was in your mouth, he could taste the wine on your tongue.

You laughed as Chris began to stumble across your foyer. "Where is your bedroom?" He mumbled against your lips. You took his hand, "this was." 

Chris followed you until you reached your bedroom. You shutted the door before you pushed Chris against the bed. He chuckled as you straddled him. 

"I should be o-"

You cut him off with a kiss. Your wet panties grinded against Chris's rough trousers.  Chris gripped your hips, his left hand coming down on your ass check. You yelped, pulling away from Chris's lips.

"I just want to ride you Chris." You mumbled. Chris smiled. "Ride me sweetheart." He said in the deepest voice ever. You shivered at it and pulled back. Your hands slid down his chest until they reached his pants. You unzipped them and pushed them down.

You can see Chris bulge through his boxers and you beamed. You pulled them down and his cock slapped against his lower stomach. You took him in your small hands and began to stroke him. Chris moaned softly, looking at you. "Feel so good sweetheart." 

You hummed, "yeah. Let's see how good you feel inside of me." You pulled your panties to the side before pushing Chris's tip into you. 

Inch by inch you felt him stretch your walls. You and Chris moaned softly, as you slowly rocked your hips. He moved so well in your wet pussy, it was almost like he was made just for you. 

"Oh Chris you feel so good." Your eyes were shut as you began to speed up. Chris gripped your hips hard as you took him. He was in literal heaven, loving the way you squeezed him. 

He moaned. "Fuck sweetheart, if you keep squeezing me like that I'm going to cum." You looked down at him under you. "Well your so fucking big, I can't help it."

Chris laughed dryly. "Far enough."

He let go of your hips and placed his hands on your clit. He started drawing lazy circles on it and it made you whine out as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. 

"Fuck." 

Without a second to spare, you came. Not even a few seconds later, Chris was cuming in you. You fell against his chest as you moaned uncontrollably. Chris wrapped his arms around you as you both rode out your high. 

When both of your breathing slowed down, you sat up and looked at Chris. "Wow." You said. Chris laughed. "Pretty nice huh?" You laughed, taking his cock out of you. "Pretty amazing."

You laid yourself beside him with a sigh. "I can't believe we're here. I never thought I would see you again after you left." 

Chris turned to you, "yeah me too. I regret breaking up with you, but hey this is the future and we're here together that's all that matters."

He kissed you on the check softly making you smile. 

"Ok, I should get home to dodger. He probably misses me." Chris got up and picked his boxers off the floor.  You sat up, pressing your back against the headboard. "Yeah. I'll miss you too but I can manage." Chris shook his head at you. "You're adorable."

He zipped up his pants and looked at you. "I guess my shirt is your foyer, I'll get it when I leave." Chris walked over to you. "I'll see you later, I promise." You nodded before Chris kissed you. 

After making out for a few seconds he pulled away. He walked to the door and opened it up.

"Oh Monty." 

You saw Monty standing on the other side, he probably thought you were going to bed. 

"Do you think he heard us?" Chris asked you. Your eyes widened at the thought of your son hearing you and Chris. "Oh gosh I hope not."

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

This took forever. I'm sorry. It's not the best and it's not proofread. Lots of mistakes.

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[nancypullen]

It Was a Good Day

Okay, you’ll have to wait for the pics of the park and the chicken soup recipe because I just got home from having a GRAND time at The Foundry, Denton’s center for all things artsy and creative.  Tonight they hosted a fundraiser for Empty Bowls, a group that raises money for food related charities.  Basically, I paid to paint a bowl, they will keep it and fire it in a kiln, then I’ll pick it up at the Caroline County Culinary Arts Center and receive a free pint of soup.  The culinary center also runs Shore Gourmet where anyone can pop in for amazing baked goods, soups, prepared meals that you take and reheat, and more.  We’ve had several meals from Shore Gourmet and they’re always fabulous. So I made my donation, painted my bowl, had good conversation and lots of laughs with a bunch of ladies I don’t know, and came home feeling happy.  Bonus, in a couple of weeks I get my bowl back and some yummy soup.  I’m going to start signing up for more classes at The Foundry and maybe make some friends. It’s such a fun place, and usually people who gather to make art together are good souls.  I mean, the young woman running the event played DEAN MARTIN for background music.  It was like the universe telling me I’d found my spot.  So, hooray for today! In other news, look at these cute stickers I printed.  I’m going to get serious about finding a home for my cards and earrings and whatever else I make.  I can’t just keep making stuff and storing it.  I decided to just own my split personality, I’m thinking I’ll need a matching floral banner if I ever do crafts fairs.

As I was sitting at my desk today admiring those stickers, my eyes fell on this ornament. I made one for my sister and one for myself.  The “Our Hour” is a nod to the roller skating variety show we staged on our carport as kids.  It’s a shame you missed it. Lots of music, jokes, and very slow spins on skates.

  After taking the tree down I hooked it on a drawer knob of my desk.  It makes me smile.  When the grandgirl was here she noticed it and was studying it pretty closely.  I said, “That’s Grancy and Aunt Cathi when we were little girls.”  She responded, deadpan, “I recognized your hair.”   I can’t get a break. She asked me once, “Has your hair always been fluffy?”  Now she’s seen the proof.

Want to hear something exciting?  I’m going to Easton tomorrow to choose the color for the kitchen cabinets!!!

I’m going to disappoint some people by saying that I’m sticking with a cream color.  I mean, look at these!

Right now I’m eyeballing Benjamin Moore’s Winter Wheat, Navajo White, and Gentle Cream.   Originally I’d thought I’d get light granite, but I’m loving these darker counter tops.  I had dark counters in Tennessee and I don’t hate ‘em. I’d love something that looks like soapstone.  At this point I’ll take what I can get, but I’m dreaming and scheming.   And speaking of dreaming and scheming, I’m starting to draw out some garden plans for spring. It’s closer than you think!  I’m devoting my garden spaces to flowers and herbs - that’s it.  I can buy everything from tomatoes to watermelons on every corner here, I’m exiting the tomato growing business.  Basil, dill, thyme, oregano, mint...that’ll be in my garden, for sure.  I’m hoping to plug in mostly perennials around the house - rudbeckia and that sort of thing. It’s Maryland’s state flower - surely it’ll do well.

I’m being paged to watch a new Dateline with the mister, so I’ll wrap this up.  I’ll leave you with a quick shot of the path I walk at Martinak.  Even in the winter, with bare trees, it’s lovely.

Alright, see ya’ tomorrow. I’ll bring the chicken soup.  I’ve got the photos (not great ones) so I’ll get those in order and post the recipe.  I make a pot of this nearly every week and Mickey loves it.  I know that’s a pretty low bar, because he’ll eat anything I put in front of him, but he does request that I make it. I hope that you’re cozy and content on this January evening. I’m already in my flannel jammies and under a blanket, it might even be a popcorn night. Walkin’ on the wild side. Sending out love and hugs. Stay safe, stay well, stay warm.

Nancy

[bunysliper]

Castle Ficlet: Dressing Up in Pajamas 1/1

Dressing Up in Pajamas

 "Mommy?"

 Her hand stills just shy of her eye, the liner pencil poised to swipe over her upper lid. Her eyes shift, looking behind her to spy her daughter in the doorway.

 "Hey there, Little Flower," she murmurs, putting the eyeliner down altogether. "What're you doing out of bed? And where'd your jammies go?"

 Lily shrugs. "S'too hot. I like your dress," she adds, looking at Kate's outfit.

 "Thank you, baby," she says, holding out her hands. "Come see me, talk to me. You were sleeping so nicely a few minutes ago."

 Lily moves to her, climbing into her lap without a word and pressing her cheek against Kate's shoulder. Kate rubs a hand over her daughter's back, checking her skin to be sure she isn't feverish, making sure there's nothing physical that might be causing her to have woken up in discomfort. Her skin is cool to the touch and her pull-up seems dry, so it could be that the PJs were just a little too warm for the blankets on Lily's bed.

 "I'm glad you like my dress. Do you think Daddy'll like it, too? We're having dinner for his birthday."

 They'd toyed with staying home, ordering in and enjoying a post-bedtime dinner for themselves, but she'd been adamant about making an actual celebration happen for her husband. After the last year, Rick deserves to get dressed up and have a night out, and she'd made it happen. They have the entire restaurant to themselves and Alexis is already here to keep an eye on her siblings while Beckett and Castle are out.

 Lily nods, yawning. Kate smiles, giving her girl her hand. "S'pretty."

 "Thank you," she murmurs, kissing Lily's hair. "Will you help me finish my makeup, and then we can go find some cooler PJs for you?"

 Her daughter nods, sinking deeper into her embrace and going with the flow. She's all-but asleep when Kate carries her back to her room and finds a pair of light cotton pajamas.

  Thankfully, Lily's still asleep in her bed, PJs and all, when her parents return from dinner.

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[babygirlgalitzine]

today and forever (ao3)

Callum’s been planning this day for weeks now. Ever since he saw it in his phone calendar, he’s known that he has to do something special, especially now they’re fiancé’s. He’s got a list on phone, of all the things he could think of doing. A night away in a hotel, a romantic meal at a posh restaurant. But none of it seemed right. Until he opened his wardrobe one day, and saw a suit. It’s one he’s not worn for a long time, but he remembers the first time Ben saw him in it, and remembers how he almost didn’t leave the house that day, because Ben just did not want to let him go. It was then, that he knew what to plan for Valentine’s day. 

Sunlight beams through the curtains, washing over the bedroom in a shade of golden yellow. It’s that sort of sun that makes it seem like it should be gorgeously warm outside, proper t-shirt weather - but it’s cold. The air is freezing and there’s frost all over, glistening in the light. Ben rolls over, trying to cling onto the last remaining remnants of his sleep, hiding his face in his pillow so he doesn’t have to have the light on his face, waking him up, but it’s too late. He’s awake now. He slowly but surely stretches his hand out across the bed, a tingle on his fingertips as it rubs against fabric, the warmth of his bed sheets protecting him from how cold it actually is. He’s searching, looking for one thing and one thing only - Callum.

But Callum’s not there. 

His smell is. And his warmth. It’s something so distinctive, and yet Ben’s the only person who gets to experience this. He can just about make out a faint scent of strawberries from Callum’s shampoo when he nestles his head on Callum’s pillow, and he wants to open his eyes to properly look around, but the unrelenting warmth of Callum’s side of the bed just keeps pulling him in and then he’s resting there without a care in the world, cradling the corner of the sheets in his arms, cocooning himself in. It’s peaceful and warm and the tiredness is still there, even though he really should be up. 

The door opens softly moments later and Callum panics for a few beats as he looks in the direction of where he left Ben not even half an hour ago, until he casts his eye to the side and sees him laying there, his face in Callum’s pillow, a childlike rosiness to his cheeks and if it’s at possible, Callum thinks he falls more in love with Ben just by seeing this. He grins, and puts the tray of food down on his own bedside table, and he rests himself on the edge of the bed, right next to Ben. He doesn’t want to disturb him, because he just looks too precious and at peace, but their teas are going cold and he wants to spend the entire day with Ben. So he gently runs his fingers through Ben’s hair, like he usually does when they’re watching a film alone together, Ben curling up into Callum’s chest, craving the warmth he happily provides. He gently brushes through Ben’s hair, letting it curl around his ear and Ben starts to stir, leaning into Callum’s perfect touch. 

“Morning babe.” Callum grins, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to Ben’s cheek. “Happy Valentine’s.” 

Ben opens one eye first, and he can’t help but smile at his fiancé leaning over the top of him. “You weren’t here.” Ben lets out and yeah, he’s definitely only just woken up, if the deepness and the crack of his voice are anything to go by. “I woke up and you weren’t here.” 

Callum smiles softly and runs his thumb over Ben’s lips. “I went downstairs to make us breakfast.” He admits shyly. “I thought we’d have a relaxing morning with a bit of breakfast in bed.” 

He looks over at the bedside table, and notices the tray of food, and when he looks back at Callum, he notices two more things. “That’s mine.” He notes, pulling on the lapels of the grey dressing gown that covers Callum’s body. Callum chuckles as he looks down, and he’s about to open his mouth to speak when Ben talks once more. “And what are you hiding?” He asks, craning his neck to try and see behind Callum’s back.

Callum lets out a soft chuckle and bites at his bottom lip to try and hide the grin that appears, but it’s in vain, especially with how his cheeks bloom into this stunning pink shade that Ben just loves seeing. “I know we don’t do stuff like this, but I wanted to spoil you.” He sets himself up, and when Ben pushes himself up to sit in the bed, he shows Ben what he’s been hiding. 

It’s a bouquet of flowers, all bright and gorgeous and, mixed with the sunlight that’s still beaming into their bedroom, this feels like a fever dream - but it’s real.

Callum can’t bring himself to look at Ben’s reaction, he’s so nervous. He keeps his eyeline entirely on the flowers in his hands he stumbles over his words to try and get them out. “I, I er had to get roses. It’s the most romantic day of the year, and they’re the most romantic flower. And you got me them when you proposed. I just had to. And then there’s sunflowers which mean deep love, and purity and I know you ain’t exactly pure but I do love ya. Deeply. These are peonies and they’re supposed to symbolise a happy marriage.” 

There’s a pause for a moment, once Callum stops rambling. He still doesn’t want to look at Ben, and because of that, he doesn’t see the tears start to well up in his eyes. 

“Are they what you put in the wedding plans?” Ben asks cheekily, trying to get Callum to look at him. 

He succeeds. Callum nods. “Yeah.” He admits. “We don’t have to have them, if you don’t want. I just thought they’d be nice.” 

“I want them.” Ben confirms, without even having to think. He wants it all, with Callum. “These are beautiful. Thank you gorgeous.” 

Callum blushes even more at that, and as he reaches over to grab the tray of food, he sees Ben half roll across the bed and then stretch his arm out. “Where are you going?” Callum asks.

Ben ignores him for a second and then opens a drawer. “Close your eyes.” He says, and looks back to make sure that Callum does as he’s told. There’s a soft slam of the drawer and then Callum feels Ben moving back to him. “You’re not the only one who can be romantic.” He says, and puts something in Callum’s hands. “You can open them now.” 

It’s a card, with a bright red envelope, red to match the roses. He opens it up with slightly trembling hands and his grin grows wider than he ever thought possible as he reads to my fiancé on the front. He still can’t get over it. That’s what he is now, and one day, they’ll be husbands. He opens the card and reads everything slowly, Ben’s neat handwriting over both the pages, an entire story written out between them, ending with the words ‘yours today and forever, Ben’. 

“I love you.” Callum says, all giddy and grinning and Ben can’t help but pull him down for a kiss, not wanting to go any longer without one. 

Ben grins wildly into the kiss, one hand on Callum’s head and the other pulling onto his - Ben’s - dressing gown. “I love you too. So much. Happy Valentine’s.” 

They kiss some more, and Callum doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want to pull away, but he has to because he’s more than aware that their breakfast is going stone cold besides them. He pulls away and Ben chases after another kiss for a second or two until he’s settled with a searing peck on red lips. The food finally gets eaten and the cups of tea finally get drained and Ben’s cuddling into Callum’s chest and everything is just like it’s meant to be. 

“Have you got any plans for the day?” Callum asks.

Ben turns his face to look at Callum and he’s so happy. So happy. “This is perfect.” He whispers out, as though speaking any louder will ruin it all. “It’s all I want.”

Callum smiles softly and presses an even softer kiss to Ben’s lips and whilst Ben’s distracted, Callum steals the last slice of toast from the plate. “I’m cooking tonight.” He says, pulling away from the kiss and biting into the jammy slice of toast. “Got this place to ourselves. So dress smart.” And he winks. He actually winks.

It’s later on in the day, much later on as dusk is falling, the entire sky a beautiful navy shade, with twinkles of star light scattering all around. It’s the perfect end to a perfect day. Callum’s been preparing dinner for hours now, and Ben hasn’t even seen him, having been banished from appearing in the kitchen. Instead, Ben’s already sitting at the table, admiring how Callum has set it all up. He’s seemingly stolen Lexi’s fairy light to brighten up the room, flickering lighter and then dimmer slowly. He’s really gone all out, with tiny little candles in the middle of the table, joined with the bouquet of flowers from this morning. Ben smiles to himself softly. He’s never been one to enjoy Valentine’s day and the commercialism of it all but this - this? He’s in love, so of course he loves this just as much as he truly loves Callum. All Ben knows about tonight, is that all he has to do is dress nice. That, he can do. He’s sitting at the table in a tight white shirt, all buttoned up to perfection, and a pair of navy trousers, navy to unintentionally match the sky. He hears Callum’s footsteps, rhythmic tapping as he walks seemingly ever closer. Ben’s got this giddy feeling, like it’s the first time he’s ever going to see Callum. It’s such a surreal feeling, but he can imagine this being the exact feeling he’s going to experience on his wedding day, waiting to see Callum walk down to him, ready to spend the rest of their lives together. The door creaks open and the butterflies in Ben’s stomach just explode ferociously at seeing Callum standing there, in a pale grey suit, and white shirt to match Ben’s. He looks amazing. 

“You like it?” Callum asks, gesturing around the room as he sits down next to Ben.

It might be a big table, but that doesn’t have to mean sitting far apart. They’d both prefer to be right next to each other, as it should be. 

Ben gulps, and he’s captivated by Callum, unable to take his eyes off of him. He hums absentmindedly. “Looks perfect to me.” Ben replies, and they both know he’s not talking about the room that surrounds them.

Callum flushes uncontrollably as he takes his suit off, feeling much more comfortable sitting in just trousers and his shut. Ben watches his every move as if he’s going to be quizzed on it later on. Callum rolls his sleeves up slightly, just to the middle of his forearm and Ben’s practically salivating just watching him do something so menial, so trivial. 

“You look like you’re about to devour me.” Callum chuckles, picking up his fork and twirling it around his fingers teasingly.

Ben scans his eyes from Callum’s fingers to his eyeline, tracking up his arms and across his chest and not forgetting to admire the mark on his neck, half hidden by his collar, that Ben left behind from the morning. He waits to respond, waits until Callum’s got half a mouth full of beer and then - “Maybe I am.” Ben grins. 

“Evil.” Callum lets out a chortle, wiping the corners of his mouth dry. “How about devouring this first.” He says, nodding towards their plates. 

So they eat in peace, talking about plans for their wedding. It still sounds surreal. They talk about having a stag do, and whether they should have a joint one or not, because, by and large, the people that they would invite would want to go to both, plus, it’ll save money in the long run if they just have a joint one. They talk about suits, and if they’d both want matching ones, or if they would just want similar suits. They talk about colour schemes and flowers and seating arrangements and they laugh until they cry at the idea of Stuart and Phil becoming family, and Ben brings up that one time that Callum sang in Phil’s face and it’s just so perfect. An hour or two flies by with them uncontrollably laughing and planning and their plates are empty and they’ve exhausted their alcohol selection. 

Callum’s got his hand over Ben’s on the table, warm and cosy and it just feels all kinds of right. He lifts their hands up, fingers still linking together, slotting in perfectly, and presses a gentle kiss to Ben’s skin. “I’ll be a second.” He whispers out, and he lifts the empty plates up and walks towards the kitchen.

Just as before, Ben can’t seem to take his eyes off of Callum as he walks away. He knows exactly what he’s doing to Ben.

Time ticks by slowly. One second, two seconds, three seconds - and Ben can’t help himself. He can’t physically spend any more time away from Callum. He just can’t. 

He walks quietly, trying to not bring attention to himself, probably for the first time in his life. The kitchen door is open, and he watches Callum for a second, cutting into a chocolate cake. There’s a smile on both their faces, and Ben just can’t help himself as he steps over the threshold and into the kitchen. It takes him approximately four steps before his body is pressing to Callum’s back, his hands all over his waist and he’s leaning up to press hot, searing kisses to Callum’s neck, anywhere he can reach. 

“You’ll ruin the surprise!” Callum tries to sound threatening but he can’t, not with Ben all around him. 

Callum can feel Ben’s lips curl up into a grin against his skin, and he’s so close to just forgetting all about the cake and turning around and letting Ben do whatever he wants to do to him. 

“Don’t care about the surprise.” Ben mutters out, spreading his hands everywhere, eventually deciding to rest them on Callum’s chest, his fingers brushing over the material right where his nipples lay. “I just want you.” 

Fuck it. Callum turns on the balls of his feet within seconds and wraps Ben up in a hug without even having to think about it. He grins into their kiss, hungry and full of want and desire. Ben let out a soft chuckle and he attempts to hold onto Callum even tighter, but it’s in vain, because Callum takes the lead here. He’s holding onto Ben’s waist, huge hands just completely encapsulating his body and he starts to walk, pushing Ben backwards slightly, the top half of his body moving first until his feet start to catch up. Ben has no idea what’s going on, he’s just trusting Callum with every single move he makes. It doesn’t take long for him to realise that his back is against the wall and Callum’s towering above him and he’s so turned on he’s not even certain he’s getting blood flowing to his brain with how light he feels. Callum’s hands are everywhere, unrelenting, and Ben’s seconds away from getting to his knees and taking Callum right here in the kitchen, until his brain kicks into gear and his fingers are fumbling over Callum’s shirt buttons, undoing one, two, three and suddenly half of his chest is being exposed. Callum grins even more and there’s a huff in his throat as he contemplates starting to open Ben’s trousers there and then before deciding against it and he takes a less subtle approach. His hands move from Ben’s waist fluidly to the back pockets of his trousers, his fingers dipping down into them for a moment or two before he squeezes. He listens and he feels and it’s all encompassing and then he’s bending at his knees for a second and lifting Ben up and a giggle stumbles out of Ben’s mouth.

“Where’re we going?” Ben asks, pulling his mouth away from Callum’s, only to put them against his neck and cheek and collarbone - anywhere he can lay a kiss. 

Callum walks with somewhat of an ease, and he’s determined. So determined. “Bed.” He adamants and so that’s that. He manages the stairs, though it’s easier said than done when he’s carrying a fully grown man who’s intent on attacking Callum’s skin, and then they’re in bed, with only a bedside lamp glowing a fluorescent yellow for company. 

They move in time together, as one. It’s everything and more. It’s all gentle touches and soft moans and Callum over Ben and Ben’s wrapping his legs around Callum, never wanting to let go. It’s really the perfect end to the perfect day, and the best thing of all? This is only the start. They have forever to come.

#happy valentines gays x #ballum #ben x callum #ben mitchell x callum highway #ben mitchell #callum highway #myfic

[renee-writer]

The Flower Girl

Thanks to @writersmonth for the prompt, wedding au. This is from the POV of the flower girl.

Hi, I’m Astrid and my aunt is getting married. Mommy is all excited about it. She says she is to be the matron of honor and I am to the flower girl.

Mommy and Aunt Mary say that it is important, being the flower girl. I get a pretty dress and get to walk right in front of Aunt Mary and grandpa in the wedding. I have to walk by my cousin, Paul, who has the rings. I don’t really like him. He pulls my hair, but I get cake at the end. All I gotta do is spread flowers out.

Mommy, grandma and, Aunt Mary take me to this store with all kinds of beautiful dresses. Mommy smiles when she sees my face. They are so beautiful. Grandma takes my picture. She is always taken my picture. Mommy says that is what grandma’s do. But mommy takes a lot of pictures too.

Another lady comes out and we walk through the store. The dresses tickle my face. There are little dresses. My size. I jump and down with excitement.

“Astrid, what kind do you like?” Aunt Mary asks. There are so many that it is hard to choose. I walk through them, touching the softness.

“This one, and this, and this.” I get to try them all on. I didn’t know flower girl meet princess. My adults talk after I have tried on the last one. I am spinning around like Cinderella when she got to dance with the prince.

Mommy and daddy get me up early the day of the wedding. Mommy has to do my hair and her own. I try to sit still as she curls it, placing little flowers in it. The princess dress I will get to wear later. Daddy kisses mommy as we get ready to leave.

“Kisses for Astrid too.” He laughs and lifts me up.

“Of course, kisses for the prettiest flower girl that has ever been.” He kisses me on the cheek, making me giggle.

We are in a big room with Aunt Mary’s friends. They all rush around, helping her get ready. Her dress is hanging up on the wall. It is a dress fit for a queen and I sit on the floor and look at it in awe.

Mommy puts my princess dress on. I spin around as the adults get ready. When I see Aunt Mary, I stop spinning. She is so beautiful.

“Come here Astrid.” I walk over and she places the veil over us. “I love you and am so glad you are my flower girl.”

“I love you Aunt Mary. There will be cake, right.” She laughs.

“I promise.”

My mommy is dressed pretty too. It is like being in the middle of a fairy tale.

“Remember Astrid, you walk slowly towards daddy and the others.”

“Yes mommy. I will and scatter flowers.”

“Good girl.”

Daddy will be up front with Uncle Bill, or he will be after they get married. Daddy is a minister and is marrying them.

Mommy soon leaves with Uncle Bill’s friend. He is the best man. That is what they say but the best man is daddy for me and mommy and Uncle Bill for Aunt Mary. The other ladies leave. It is just Aunt Mary, grandpa and, I.

“Your turn little bug. I will take your aunt down there.”

“Okay grandpa, don’t be sad. It is a happy day.” He smiles through the tears in his eyes.

“I know baby. These are happy tears.”

I join Paul. He is dressed like the big men but he holds a pillow that has the rings. I hold a basket of flower petals. We walk slowly towards daddy and mommy. He doesn’t pull my hair. I sprinkle the flowers out. There are people on either side of us but I focus on mommy and daddy. When we get down there, mommy smiles at me and I go stand by her.

The people stand and grandpa and Aunt Mary come down. She is a queen so beautiful. Her eyes are on Uncle Bill. See, I told you he was the best man. Grandpa holds tight to her arm as daddy asks a silly question.

“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” Why would he ask that? He knows grandpa.

“Her mother and I do.”

They say a bunch of words and take the rings from Paul, placing them on each other’s hands.

“I know pronounce them man and wife. Kiss her Bill.”

He does and I look down. I hear my mommy chuckle.

“Now it is time for cake.” Daddy tells me. He lifts me up and takes mommy’s hand . We follow Aunt Mary and Uncle Bill down the aisle.

“Yah!”

They cut the cake and feed each other a piece. Every is taking pictures. Mommy sits my down and ties a big bib around my neck. “To protect the dress not because you’re a baby.”

The cake is good. Then we had chicken and rice. I had never had dessert first. It is a special day. Then daddy dances with me. Then mommy. Then me again. Aunt Mary is dancing with Uncle Bill, then grandpa, then Uncle Bill again.

I am getting tired and Mommy let’s me lay down on a big chair. She wakes me when it is time to blow bubbles at Aunt Mary and Uncle Bill before they leave. I don’t know why we are blowing bubbles but I don’t mind.

It is now time to go home. Mommy takes me back to the big room and puts me in my jammies. Like Cinderella at midnight, my time as a flower girl princess is over. Time to go home now.

#my writing #writersmonth2021 #august prompts #wedding au #flower girl #pov

[jovialyouthmusic]

Lovelink Fanfic

Albert continues to make an impression on his Lovelink Match

Word Count 2395

A/N A smutty chapter, so No under 18s Otherwise, it also has fluff. If you like it let me know and I’ll tag you in the following chapters

4 Better and Better

As promised, I spent my day cleaning and tidying, hoping that Albert wouldn’t be kept too long by his family. I kept getting flashbacks of the previous night, and would have to stop what I was doing and let myself cool off. At two o’clock the doorbell rang and I ran to it, hoping he was back, although I knew it was far too early. I looked through the peephole to be confronted by a riot of colour, and opened the door to find a delivery boy almost dwarfed by a huge flower arrangement.

‘Special delivery Ma’am’ he wheezed. My front door was accessed from the suburban street by stone steps, but I didn’t think they were enough to challenge anyone with a normal level of fitness.

‘Thankyou – are you okay?’ I asked. He sneezed.

‘Allergies’ he grumbled ‘I hate delivering flowers’ I stared at him.

‘Then maybe you shouldn’t?’ I suggested. He laughed hollowly.

‘Can’t turn down work nowadays. Anyway, here they are’ He handed them over and almost ran back down the steps to his van, sneezing violently. I wrestled the blooms inside and took them through to the kitchen. The card read Looking forward to rushing your position. Prepare for action I laughed, my cheeks flushing. My phone pinged with a text message.

Did you just get a delivery?

Yes, thanks. They’re beautiful

So are you. Need to compare

Then hurry back, soldier

Yes Ma’am. Will text you when I set off

I smiled fondly and put the flowers in water and displayed them in my lounge by the window that looked out onto the little patch of grass at the front of the building. The rest of the afternoon flew by as I threw myself into the task of transforming my small apartment. I was amazed at how good the place looked, and wondered why I hadn’t made the effort before. Well, I reasoned, I hadn’t had Albert over before. I knew he kept his kit in good order and didn’t want him to think I was a lazy slob. At last my phone pinged. He’d told me he’d be eating with family and wouldn’t need anything, so that left the evening free for…

On my way Ma’am

Hurry back

Nothing will stop me

Safe journey

I showered and washed and dried my hair, deciding on another slip under my robe. When the doorbell rang I paused for just a second to check my hair before flinging the door open. I was in his arms instantly and he swung me inside, kicking the door shut, pushing me against the wall and pressing his lips to mine. We kissed frantically, and I pushed and pulled at his clothes until I found bare flesh. His hands went from my face to my breasts to my hips, finding the gap in my robe and fumbling for the hem of my slip. He stopped for a moment, breathing heavily.

‘How are you after last night? He asked ‘Not too sore?’

‘I’m ready for action, soldier’ I grinned. He grunted with satisfaction and went back to the job in hand, exploring my body thoroughly, pushing the silky fabric aside, hitching up my slip.

‘I like the way you dress, Ma’am’ His hands slid around to cup my buttocks, and he groaned in appreciation ‘No panties?’ he marvelled ‘Fuck’

‘Yes please’ I panted, and pivoted as he struggled out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes. We stumbled along the hall toward the bedroom, shedding his clothes as we went, kissing, touching, gasping. We stopped just short of the door, where he slid his hands underneath my hips to lift me up, and I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his obvious arousal and pressing myself against it. He still had his shirt on, buttons undone, and he’d dropped and stepped out of his pants and briefs. He reached for the bedroom door handle.

‘You said you’d ravish me in the hall’ I gasped, unwrapping my legs and letting myself down.

‘I did – but I don’t have any protection’ I reached into the pocket of my robe and  produced a condom. He chuckled

‘You thought of everything’

‘I had plenty of time’ He fumbled the packet open and rolled the rubber over his length before kissing me. Again I wrapped my legs around his waist, but this time we manoeuvred together until he started to stretch and enter me.

‘Oh shit’ I gasped as he buried himself deeper and deeper. Up to the hilt, he grunted and leaned into me, letting his forehead rest on my shoulder, and we stayed still for a moment, relishing the feeling of being joined again. His breath was hot on my shoulder and I could feel the wild beating of his heart. He withdrew slowly, and just as slowly slid back in. I moaned in ecstasy, clinging on tight and pulling him against me with my legs. He started up a slow rhythm, pausing from time to time for me to squirm and urge him on.

‘Fuck, you feel good’ he groaned ‘I don’t ever want to stop’ I arched my back against the wall and pushed my pelvis against him, my clitoris grinding against him. I whimpered with need and he started again, each thrust solid and steady. I could feel him trembling with the effort so I tilted my pelvis in time with his thrusts until I could almost see stars and felt the sweet build up of my climax begin.

‘I – oh fuck. I’m close’ I gasped. He let out a great groan, his thrusts losing rhythm, but it wasn’t enough to prevent what was happening deep inside me. The sweet rush of warmth and pulsing blossomed and built and ebbed and radiated outward. I was vaguely aware of his last few thrusts and groans and shudders, and at last we were still, hearts hammering and breath rasping, slowing.

He braced one hand against the wall and carefully withdrew, making sure the condom was safe and secure. I unwrapped my legs from him and slowly lowered them to the ground, trembling and shaking, arms still wrapped around his broad shoulders until I could support myself. I slid down the wall and he followed me to the floor, kneeling to get his breath back. We sat, me against the wall with my knees drawn up, he beside me angled toward me, stroking my cheek. I turned my head toward him, and he pulled back and kissed me, a sweet lingering kiss on the lips. I could smell his musk and my own sweat and didn’t care.

‘Damn that was good’ he murmured ‘Worth waiting for. We’d better go clean up’ He rummaged in his discarded trousers to get a pack of tissues out and carefully take off the spent condom before giving me his hand and helping me up. We made our way to the bathroom and stepped into the shower together, not resisting the temptation to make out in the tiny cubicle but stepping out and towelling off before we got carried away.

‘How was your Mum?’ I asked . He grinned sheepishly

‘I managed to keep things vague when she asked where I was going’ he replied ‘She could tell I was hiding something, but she didn’t pry.’ He held my gaze ‘I just want you for myself for a bit longer’ he explained, and I nodded.

‘Me too. How were your Dad and brothers?’

‘They were out on the trawler so I’m afraid I’ll be away tomorrow evening’ he grimaced ‘They like to take me out on the town when I get back, so I’ll probably have to stop overnight’

‘Oh’ I said ‘But family’s important’

‘So’s the state of my liver. I’ve hardly drunk anything for weeks, I’m a bit of a lightweight right now’

‘You’ll have to pace yourself’ I suggested ‘Drink plenty of water’

‘Believe me, the last thing I want this week is a hangover. I want to spend as much quality time with you as I can. I may only have six months of service left, but I don’t know where I’ll end up or for how long.’

It wasn’t late, so Albert dressed in jeans and t shirt and I put some cotton pyjamas on. I got him a beer from the fridge, opening a bottle of wine for myself and suggested we watch TV together.

‘What sort of thing do you want to watch?’ I asked

‘Nothing too graphic’ he said ‘I’ve been lucky not to have seen much action, but I like to watch more restful stuff when I’m off base.’

‘Right, how about a rom com or period drama – something you’ve seen before, or something new? Anything you’re waiting to catch up with?’

‘I’d like nothing better than watching something soft and sloppy with you’ he grinned ‘You choose’

‘I’ve not watched Bridget Jones for a while, how about that?’

‘Sure thing Ma’am’ We settled down on the couch, and I nestled into him, knees drawn up and wine glass in hand. He drank his beer straight from the bottle, and we sat quietly watching for a while.

‘Are you hungry?’ I asked ‘I know you said you were eating early, but I can get something if you like. I don’t really do TV snacks. I’d be the size of a bus if I did’

‘I like curvy women’ he teased, squeezing my waist. ‘But I’m fine, we had a big lunch’

‘What was the catering like when you were working?’ I asked

‘Nothing special, standard rations’ he replied ‘It’s nice to be able to pick what I eat and have home cooked food’

‘You were escorting some bigwig weren’t you?’ I asked ‘Didn’t you get to go to any banquets?’ He laughed

‘I’m not at liberty to give you any details, but no. Military escorts have their own supplies. It wouldn’t do if our VIP got sick from food poisoning and we came down with it too’

‘Huh, hadn’t thought of that’ We went back to watching, and before long I found myself yawning.

‘Time to turn in’ Albert said, and pulled at my pyjama top ‘Are you keeping those jammies on to stop me from having my way with you?’

‘They’re easily taken off – and why wouldn’t I want you to ravish me again?’ I sat up and turned around, straddling him and pinning him to the couch ‘Or it might be me taking advantage of you’

‘Take all the advantage you want. Ma’am, I’m all yours’

‘You bet you are, soldier’ I said, and leaned forward to kiss him passionately.

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I woke with the dawn, luckily without any nightmares or flashbacks. I knew instantly where I was, with the warmth of my angel nestled up beside me. Her face was peaceful, innocent, and her hair draped softly onto my shoulder. I had pins and needles from having my arm around her shoulders but daren’t wake her, so I lay listening to her breathe, enduring as my hand went numb.

My mind went back to the previous evening, when she had pinned me down on the couch and kissed me hungrily. Despite her yawning only a few moments before she was eager to make love, disappearing for a moment to fetch a condom before standing in front of me to strip naked. I sat watching her, my arousal increasing as she straddled me again. I lay back, letting her lead, only resting my hands on her hips as she unfastened my jeans. Before long I was exposed and ready for action, and I groaned as her cool fingers wrapped around my shaft. She backed up to lean down and press her tongue to it.

Being thick, it was a bit of a mouthful for her, but she did a good job at getting me fired up before rolling the condom onto it. She straddled me again, slowly sinking on to me as I gazed at her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t help but touch them, watching her nipples harden and leaning forward to take one golden areola into my mouth, teasing with my tongue. She moaned and gyrated, her wet velvety softness enveloping me. She rode me relentlessly, and I found it difficult to hold back for her climax, but we came together – a feat I had rarely managed with other partners, but which we achieved easily. After that she had climbed back off me and we cleaned up before making our way to bed where we both swiftly fell asleep.

Now, she took a sudden intake of breath and her eyelids flickered. I watched as they opened and a slow smile spread over her face.

‘Morning, beautiful’ I said softly

‘Morning soldier’ she answered back sleepily. I retrieved my arm and shook it to get the circulation going ‘Oh did I do that? Sorry’ she asked.

‘I’d rather wake every morning the rest of my life with a dead arm if you’re with me’ I kissed her cheek. She lay gazing at me, and I drank in the sight of her too.

‘What shall we do today? When are you going to meet your Dad?’ she asked. I sighed, remembering my time was still not my own. I loved my family, but I wanted most of all to stay with her.

‘Not till late afternoon, so I’m all yours until then’ I stroked her hair, drinking in the scent and sight of her like an intoxicating drug. ‘I’d be very happy just to stay in bed with, but I think perhaps we should get some exercise – some other kind of exercise’

‘Damn, I thought I could catch you out there’ she smiled ‘That’s probably a good idea. I’m a little sore this morning but I can’t help but want to go another round’

‘Have you forgotten there are ways of having an orgasm without penetration? I seem to remember you quite enjoyed it first time round’ I referred to when I had arrived the day before yesterday, when I had used my lips and tongue and fingers to bring her to her first wild (and noisy) climax. If my hair had been long enough for her to pull, I thought to myself, I’d probably have lost a patch or two.

‘Ohhhh soldier’ she purred ‘I think you might have to remind me.’

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#lovelink #lovelink fanfic #albert bishop #soldier match

[talkfastromance4]

Ik request are closed but you can just save this for later bc Ik I’ll forget it lmaoooo. Okay anyways. But can you imagine the first time that lily sleeps over at lukes house with out reader? Like maybe she had to do some work thing and she wouldn’t be home until late so luke was like “just let her sleep at mine” and lily and Luke were both so excited for their “slumber party”(1/?)

luke would even have a lil air mattress all set up for her but you already know that she would insist on sleeping in lus bed with him and he would let her bc he can’t say no to her no matter how hard he tried, also he loves lily cuddles lol. and I imagine this being at a time that lily is potty training, so it was the middle of the night and she woke up and realized she wet the bed (2/3)

but she didn’t want to tell luke bc she was embarrassed and also she didn’t want lu to be mad at her but luke woke up cus he heard her whimpering and he’s like “baby what’s wrong” and pulled her into his chest thinking maybe she had like a bad dream or something but then he realized what happened and he would be all soft comforting her and telling her he’s not mad and he knew she tried her best🥺🥺(3/3)

first off this is SO. CUTE. oh my goodness. this might get a little long because you listed a lot of cute things and i wanna get them all!

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“I’m so sorry about this, baby,” you tell Luke over the phone while you’re stuck at the office. There’s an important case coming up soon and you’ve been working crazy hours at the office resulting in Lily being at Luke’s house a lot which she doesn’t mind. 

“It’s fine lovie, we’ll be okay until you’re here and then you can just sleep in my bed,” he smiles while watching Lily as he stirs the chili he’s made for him and Lily. She loves chili and the recipe was simple enough for Luke to make a batch quickly.

You found out he is actually quite good at cooking, he just won’t admit it. 

“I have a small blow up bed and her bunny and snuffy are here and I’m sure Petunia will sleep with her.”

“Okay. . . I’ll keep you updated. Give her a kiss for me,” you sigh sadly. 

“I will. We’ll see you later. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Guess what my sweet,” Luke says to Lily as he situates her in her high chair with a small bowl of chili in front of her. “Mama’s working late but you get to spend the night here! You get to sleep with piggy!”

“Piggy!” Lily shouts and it causes Petunia to trot over and sit at the feet of her chair. 

When dinner’s over they play a little and Luke reads her a short story just as she starts to fall asleep on his shoulder. 

“Time for bed, huh?” he chuckles and kisses her curls. 

He sits her on his bed while he gets the blow up one and starts to blow it up next to his bed. He doesn’t want her in another room in case she needs him and he’d feel more comfortable with her in his room. She’s singing to herself while she waits and watches.

“You singing for me, little girl?” Luke asks smiling at her. 

“Yeth dada,” she giggles. 

He tests the bed by pressing down on it then puts some sheets on and a bunch of blankets. She loves blankets like you do.

“Okay my sweet, let’s find you some jammies,” he picks her up taking her into his closet. He doesn’t have toddler sized shirts, his would just drown her but then he found a shirt of yours and decided that was perfect. “You can wear mama’s shirt.”

“Okay! Where’s mama?” she asks as he pulls the shirt over her head. He fixes her hair from clinging to her face. 

“She’s still at work and won’t be home until later,” Luke explains gently. 

“Ohh,” Lily sighs then yawns. 

“Ready to go nigh-night?” he brushes her cheek and she nods lifting her arms up so he can hold her. 

When he finally settles her in the bed all nice and snug, Petunia climbs on but then there’s a loud pop followed by a low hiss and the air mattress deflates. Lily is giggling nonstop and Luke sighs. He knows you didn’t want Lily sleeping in his bed so she wouldn’t get used to it, but now he had no choice. 

“I seep with you now!” she cheers and pushes herself up and tries to climb onto his bed.

Luke blows air out of his puffed up cheeks then hoists her onto the bed. One night wouldn’t hurt and how could he say no that little face? That little face that so resembles you. 

Lily snuggles into the covers and looks up at him with bright eyes waiting expectantly.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, my sweet,” he laughs and climbs in next to her. “Do you have bunny and snuffy?”

“Yup!” she holds them up and scoots closer to him. “Dada sing Lily’s song.”

“Okay,” he smiles holding her close and kisses her head before he starts to sing her song. 

Within minutes she’s asleep and Luke plays around on his phone but soon he falls asleep as well.

He’s stirred awake from a dream of posies and lilies and a bunch of other flowers with your laughter in the background. When he finally wakes up he hears Lily whimpering softly next to him and he’s awake in a second.

“Lily? What’s the matter baby?” he asks quickly and reaches for her. When he touches her he feels a warm wetness on her shirt and he understands. 

You’ve been dabbling with potty training a little bit and he completely forgot. 

“I sorry,” Lily cries.

“Oh, no it’s okay, Lily,” he tells her and flicks on the light next to his bed. She blinks at him in the bright light and he can see how much she wet the bed now. “It was an accident, okay? Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She’s still sniffling as he changes her and wipes her down. Then he wraps her in a blanket on his chair in the corner as he strips his bed of the messy sheets. Lily’s fast asleep by the time he’s done so Luke just picks her up and moves to the couch to wait for you to come home. 

He’s going to look up small toddler beds tomorrow.

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