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football-writing · 3 years

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Jack Grealish - real smooth

Note: I haven't seen the david and liza vid that this request was based on, and I have the attention span of fresh gravy so I didn't watch it either lmao. But I had a bit of an idea in mind for this more like Mason's fifa forfeit vid with Chunkz (let's be honest that vid was hilarious I still watch it sometimes for laughs lmao) anyway I hope that's okay. Also this features other players too bc why not

Warnings: contains some curse words probably, slight mentions of sexy times at the end, also I have no idea how waxing actually works as my only knowledge comes from that Mason vid so,, this is probably not accurate sorry xoxo

Hope you enjoy babes x

It wasn't unusual for Jack to invite some of his friends over whenever he had a day off. In fact, his days off were usually spend either with you or with his friends, most often opting for eating out with you before getting back and playing fifa with the boys for well past midnight. Today was no different. You had occupied yourself with a book and and cup of tea in your shared bedroom, while Jack was downstairs with his friends playing fifa. Their yelling and laughter could be heard even from behind the closed bedroom door. Not that it bothered you too much: as long as they were having fun and cleaning up after themselves once they left, it was fine by you.

However, it surprised you to hear footsteps coming up to the stairs, then down the hallway to your room. They had everything they needed downstairs, and never before had they bothered you upstairs, so why would they now?

A knock sounded on your bedroom door and you yelled out a quick 'yeah' as you closed your book and sat up on the bed, curious as to what it was they needed.

"Hey angel." Jack said as his head popped through the door before making his way into your bedroom, sitting down defeatedly onto the edge of your bed. He had a slight pout on his face, and bit his bottom lip nervously as he looked at you.

"What's wrong, baby? Please tell me you didn't break anything down there." You said, a stern look plastered on your face.

"No, no, it's nothing like that. It's just- uhm." He hesitated as he looked down, playing with the hem of his shirt instead of maintaining eye contact with you. Worry took over your features. What was he up to now?

"We were playing fifa forfeit, right. And Ben said I had to wax my legs if I lost-"

"Oh my god, Jack!" A releaved sigh left her lips. It was never gonna be anything serious with these boys anyway. She should've known better. "Did you lose, though? Please tell me you did."

He only nodded in response, and she let out a squeel as she fell back on the bed.

"That's hilarious, I was worried there for a second, but this is great."

"Don't get too excited. The boys asked if I'd ask you if you had any wax. But I just came up here to chat for a bit and then I'll go back down saying you didn't."

"Now, why would you do that?" She said as she looked at him with raised brows, challenging him.

"You know, I actually do have some strips left, I'd be more than happy to wax your legs. Besides, a bet is a bet, Jack. You can't just back down now." She smiled thriumphantly and he groaned in response.

"Why won't you just have my back with this?"

"Oh, I can wax your back too, no problem."

"Not what I meant sweetheart."

"I know." She smiled cheekily as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, before telling him she'd be downstairs in a bit with all the necessities to wax his legs.

"Hey boys!" She hollered as she rushed down the stairs with her wax kit, the boys looking up at her. Jack was already sitting on the chaise longue with his legs up. His shorts ridden up a bit more than usual to expose his muscular thighs. The others sitting next to him on the couch, ready for the action that was about to unfold.

"Ready, babe?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she sat down her kit.

"Oh I sure am!" Ben replied with a big boyish smile on his face.

"I'm sure you are, Ben." She chuckled as she ruffled his hair. He'd usually have it gelled back whenever he had a game, but kept it natural and curly when he came around theirs. It was her favourite look of his, perhaps partly because she could mess with his hair more easily.

"I remember when I had this done, hurts like hell. Good luck bro!" Mason interjected, patting Jack's shoulder in mock-sympathy.

"Yeah, I cannot wait to see you cry like a baby. I love you for coming up with this, Ben."

"Babe!" He whined. "You're supposed to support me here."

"Well I am supporting you, I'm the one waxing you. Trust me, you do not want to have this done by someone who has no idea what they're doing." You said as you warmed up a few strips of wax between your hands.

"Seconded." Declan replied with a serious face. Everyone looked at him in confusion; he had never told them about getting waxed before, but it sounded like an intriguing story.

"I'm not even gonna ask, mate." Jack said. Horror stories would not make this experience any more bearable for him. It left Dec pretending to be upset, eager to tell the - no doubt ridiculous - story.

"Alright, I'm gonna get these on." You interrupted their banter, tearing the strip to reveal the sticky substance underneath.

She put the strips on his leg as the boys chatted away. Just as she was putting the fourth strip on, Jack swatted her hand away.

"You have to put all those on?" He questioned her.

"Well the forfeit did say 'legs'. As in, both legs. Completely." Declan argued.

"I did say that. But that's a bit too harsh innit?"

"Yeah, there's already three strips on now, let's see how he gets through those first." Mason offered.

"Will hurt like hell with that much hair." Declan hit Jack's leg for emphasis.

"No doubt." You laughed as you smoothed out the strips once more.

"Ready, Jack?" You asked as you hold the edge of one of the strips, ready to pull it off.

"Wait, wait I gotta film this!" Declan was quick to exclaim as he took out his phone, much to Jack's dismay, who had his hands in front of his face as he waits for the inevitable pain of ripping off the strips.

"Alright, 3. 2. 1!" The boys count down in unison as you rip off the first strip.

"Jesus, Y/N!" An array of curses leave Jack's mouth as he yelps, gripping his leg in pain, his eyes wide with shock. Clearly he had underestimated how much this was really going to hurt, which has all of you rolling over with laughter. Mason is gripping his stomach as he's sitting on the floor, barely able to breathe between his giggles. You're trying to ease Jack's mind and soothingly rub the sensitive skin on his leg, but you're shaking too much from the laughter leaving your lips.

"Oh my lord, and look at the hair that's come off!" Declan hollers as he takes a step closer to properly film the strip that was, indeed, covered in Jack's leg hair. You held it up for the camera as you shrieked at the sheer amount of hair. It's like a lion's mane got glued on the strip.

"Jeez, Jack, you hairy lad." Declan laughs, which earns a grumble from dissatisfied boy. You're pretty sure if Dec wasn't responsible for filming the whole ordeal, he'd be on the ground just as Mason was.

"Oi, what are you crying for, mate? I'm the one in pain here." Jack points a finger accusingly at Ben, and when you turn around you see he has tears in his eyes, breathing coming out in desperate gasps as he shakes his head no, signalling he can't take any more of this banter. It seemed like everyone had at least slightly calmed down, but looking at Ben made everyone burst out in laughter yet again. Mason had tears streaming down his face now too, and you're sure he might piss his pants if he laughs any louder. It even makes Jack chuckle.

"Just get it over with, alright. I don't wanna be in pain any longer." Jack asks you nonetheless, guiding your hand to one of the other strips.

"It can't be that bad." Ben's voice is higher than usual from his earlier laughing fit, but he's wiping the tears from his eyes as he seems to have calmed down considerably. Mason can only nod in confirmation, still unable to form words without giggling.

"I have no problem waxing you lot too, babes." You smile up cheekily at them, which results in loud protests from the boys.

"Now that I would love to see." Jack replies, before looking down at his leg and rubbing the spot that was now rid of any hairs. "Perhaps this would be funnier if there weren't two other strips on me leg." He sighed in despair, staring at his leg with sad eyes. It made you chuckle, but seeing Jack's stern look dericted at you, you quickly focused on the task at hand.

"Alright, next one Jack."

"Lord have mercy."

The next strips don't have any other effect than the first one. It sends all of you rolling on the floor laughing, and Jack with tears in his eyes and red skin on his leg. Dec leaves the room at one point because he genuinely can't breathe, and Mason has to sprint to the bathroom, like you predicted. Meanwhile your hands get shakier and shakier from laughing, and you can barely see what you're doing due to the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Jack's decided to rip the last strip off himself, and you're shrieking with laughter as he pulls at it but chickens out from the pain, resulting in it only coming off halfway. When it is finally off, and all the hairy strips are disposed of, everyone slowly but certainly calms down. You're getting some lotion from upstairs to soothe the stinging, and when Ben orders pizza, it all seems long gone.

Yet when you're watching tv, and Mason steals a sneaky glance at Dec, the both can't help but try - and fail - to surpress their giggles.

It's how the rest of the night continued until the three other boys finally left in the late hours of the night.

"I'll clean, love. Get in bed and I'll see you in a bit, yeah?" Jack's offering once they're gone, and you're accepting gratefully as you kiss his cheek. The night was fun, but the laughing fits had you beyond tired.

So when Jack slips into bed next to you, you're already in bed with your eyes closed, dozing off.

"Hey, babe."

"Hm?" You mumble as you open your eyes at Jack's whisper.

"Wanna feel my leg?" He asks, but he's already draping his freshly waxed leg over your legs, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You've known the guy long enough to know that he won't stop bothering you if you decline, and the request makes you think of the many times you've asked him to feel your legs after - finally - shaving them again.

So you decide to humour him and softly carress his smooth leg.

"Feels pretty good, huh?" His voice cocky as he questions you.

"Sure, real smooth Jack."

"Wanna have sex with a sexy smooth beast like that?"

You snort loudly at his inappropriate request, shoving his leg off of you in a joking manner.

"Oh come on, don't tell me I went through all that for nothing!" He exclaims in agony.

"No, you went through all that because you suck at Fifa." You deadpan as you grin at him.

His eyes are darker as he watches you intently, and the knowing smirk on your face makes you apprehensive of what he's up to now. He's moving closer, hovering over you and effectively trapping you as his muscular arms hold himself up on either side of you. And next thing you know, he's placing a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, before trailing down to your jaw. A gasp involuntarily leaves your lips as he nibbles at your earlobe.

"You know with how soft my leg is and all." He starts to whisper in your ear. His voice is husky and smooth - and normally you know what it means. But you have no clue where he's going with this sentence. "Would you mind if I-" And he's pausing again for dramatic effect as his lips graze over your hot skin. "Slitherin." He finally whispers in your ear, accentuating the 's'.

And just like that, you're back rolling over with laughter just like you had been that very afternoon.

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laceymorganwrites · 3 years

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you already simp for him so do whatever you want with this statement:

Hisoka waking you up at 3am

Word count: 1,670

Warnings: smut, swearing

A/N: I wanted to write reader just domming the shit out of him but halfway through insecurities hit and I was like: I give up

Being in a relationship with Hisoka Morow was exhausting in every single way.

He had mood swings, not that that was a bad thing, not at all, after all they were never as bad as that you couldn´t handle them.

Of course time was a big factor as well, with his line of work he´d just disappear randomly, sometimes for months only to show up again like nothing ever happened.

Sure, you knew that from the start but you were just human, it was only natural to feel sad and disappointed from time to time because of it.

He always made up for the lost time when he was there though, he always made sure to spend a lot of time with you before he had to leave again.

Still, this time it´s been four months without him. It was rough.

You couldn´t really sleep that well and distracting yourself only got you so far…

This night was just like any other, going to bed alone, being unable to fall asleep, when you finally did it was restless.

Of course Hisoka had to wake you up in the five minutes of peaceful sleep you got. “Did you miss me?” he grinned when he sensed your nen, it was so immaculate, he loved the sensations he got from just it alone.

“Why the fuck did you wake me?” you growled, not even bothering to turn around and look at him, he should know how pissed you were at him right now.

“I´m horny, babe… it´s been so long” he whined, a suppressed moan slipping from his lips as he started rubbing himself against you.

“And why the fuck should that be my problem? Just take care of it yourself” you tightly hugged your blanket and turned away from him in hopes of catching at least a bit more sleep.

“It´s your duty as my girlfriend, it´s been way too long”

But he still wouldn´t give up, Hisoka really was insufferable. Such a pain. The audacity made you turn around again just to glare at him.

“My duty? I don´t have to do shit, just let me fucking sleep” you growled, gritting your teeth, if looks could kill… though you both knew that´d just get him off even more. “Come on! We both know you can´t resist me~” he purred in your ear, trailing his fingers over your spine, a smirk decorating his lips.

“Fuck you, because of you I´m awake now” you hissed at him, abruptly sitting up in bed, arms crossed and looking mighty pissed. Just what he wanted. And you knew it. You hated how right he was about not being able to resist him. But you just couldn´t help it, he was such a brat. Who else was going to teach him a lesson?

“I´ll do everything to make up for it, my queen~”

You scoffed. Of course he was. Because he knew better than to disobey you in that state, to be honest Hisoka has never seen you go all out in a fight, he´s never once seen your full power. And that intrigued him, it made him so curious, leading him to testing all your limits. He was well aware how stupid that was but nobody did it quite like you.

Your whole relationship was like a fight to him, exciting. It never got boring, he wondered why himself all the time. After all everything else got boring to him, he liked to stir things up, not even being loyal to his friends.

But he was always loyal to you. Not because he had to but because he wanted to.

He wanted to be yours and you to be only his. There was nothing better he could ever imagine.

Oh and when you were pissed at him just like you were now, to a point where you just couldn´t control yourself, where your nen was so overpowering… he got excited just thinking about it.

Of course Hisoka could have returned earlier, in fact he could have made enough fuck time before you went to sleep. But that wouldn´t have been so rewarding.

Neither to him nor you, he thought. After all not only did he love nothing more than getting punished by you but he knew just how much you loved putting him in his place.

“You fucking better…. You know how shitty I sleep when you´re not there, next time you´ll let me sleep and wake me up in the morning” you grumbled before pulling him close for a rough kiss. You bit his bottom lip before gently tracing your tongue around your bite marks and then slowly making out with him, forcefully keeping the pace slow and gentle.

You made your anger known, now it was time for him to serve you, to make up for everything.

Hisoka moaned into the kiss shamelessly, trying his luck in grabbing your ass but you just flicked his hand away. He wasn´t allowed to touch you just yet.

You had to admit it was quite cute how impatient he was, you weren´t going to be too rough with him, it would be such a bother to get the ropes and leash, you just wanted to fuck and then sleep.

Too tired to think, working on just instincts and how much you indeed missed him, but you were just too stubborn to admit it, especially now. Why would you give him the satisfaction he wanted to hear when he was the one who woke you up so rudely?

Still, before you knew it your hand was angrily pulling at Hisoka´s shirt. He grinned at you before he quickly discarded it, his lips on yours again before you could admire his toned body.

You didn´t care, you could look at it later, screw order and doing things patiently, you have been patient long enough.

Your hands raked through his hair, pulling and tugging at it roughly, making him moan even more, your tongues playing with each other, rougher than it needed to be, but who needed air anyway?

Hisoka slowly put his hands under your shirt as well, rubbing his thumbs over your hardened nipples and massaging the sweet flesh of your tits.

You sighed contently, pushing him away again to quickly discard your clothes as well, now being fully displayed for him. At the same time Hisoka also took off his pants, now hovering above you, a sly grin on his face.

You both knew you were too impatient to punish him properly tonight, but you both also knew that now wasn´t the time for roles, it wasn´t about who would dom who, who would sub, who would be obedient and what a brat needed to be tamed.

No, none of that mattered now, all that mattered was the sex itself. The pure and utter ecstasy and lust you both built up over the course of the last four months. It was hell. And finally you could relieve yourselves.

Hisoka´s hair long since fell in your face as his hands wandered down to your hips, your leg was hooked around his waist as you just pushed yourself closer and closer to him.

Oh, how you missed your skin touching his… this familiar warmth, his body was like a map only you could follow, after all you were the one that drew it, the one who knew every little secret spot and what he liked the most.

Hisoka was your proudest work yet.

His lips moved to your neck as one of his fingers easily slipped into your wet cunt, moving immediately. You made him more space on your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin, his hot breath against your throat and your hitched breath.

It didn´t take long until Hisoka could enter a second finger, moving them deeper inside, curling them just the right way to make sure to hit your spot, the pad of his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit.

Your whimpers didn´t only grow louder but also more impatient as you squeezed your leg tighter against him, feeling his hard cock against your inner thigh. Your eyes were hazily looking up at him with a hunger that only he could instill in you.

“Stop teasing me already” you whined, pulling him down towards you, resting your hands on his chest and digging your nails in.

Hisoka moaned obscenely and immediately slipped his fingers out of you, sucking them dry himself, he grinned at you, his teeth still glistening with your juices.

“My, my, how impatient you are… not that I can blame you though, I´ve been waiting for so long to finally be inside you again” he husked, grazing his teeth along your neck, you could just feel the excitement radiating from him.

You laid back a bit, spreading your legs for him already. At this point both of you were starving, you just needed to be one right now in this moment, the other stuff could wait.

It didn´t take long for Hisoka to capture your lips again, his hands holding up your legs as he slowly inserted his cock, starting to move immediately. His moans were loud as he cried out your name, why would he hold back when you felt like heaven?

You clung onto him, hooking your legs and arms around him as good as you could, letting him ravish you and relishing in the feeling yourself.

This.

You missed this so much, all those things you wanted to tell him, those emotions that built up over the months, none of that mattered, none of that needed to be said in words. Sex was your form of expressing it and for him it was the same.

Hisoka wouldn´t shut up during sex, curses would fall from his lips like air and he wouldn´t stop praising you. That´s how you knew he was close, he could tell you were too by the way you clamped down on him, tightening up for him just right.

Fuck, how did he miss you!

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tngrace · 3 years

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Hoodies are for Comfort

Based off the promo for 2.08 & helped along by @moviegeek03 . Girl your support means everything & I hope this fic delivers everything you want

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Carlos was currently holding his boyfriend on the couch with the TV playing quietly in the background. TK was currently wearing his favorite grey hoodie and over top of that was Carlos’s zip-up APD hoodie with sweats and two pairs of socks. TK always insisted he likes Carlos’s hoodies better because they always provided more comfort. So Carlos had done his best to find one that would fit over the one TK was currently wearing, even though his hoodies usually swallowed TK whole. TK also had every blanket from the living room laid over him, and he was still shivering a little. Carlos hated it; he just wanted to warm TK up.

“Hey, you still awake?” he murmurs as he cards a hand through TK’s hair being as careful as possible of the stitches in the back of his head.

"Mmmm," TK hums softly as he leans back on Carlos more.

"Mmm is not good enough," Carlos teases as he kisses the back of TK's neck.

"Babe," TK whines softly as he burrows further in the covers and hoodies.

"I know. I'm sorry. But I can't let you sleep yet. That's what we promised the doctor when he released you. Otherwise you'd still be there."

"I know," TK sighs. "But I just wanna sleep and it's too cold."

Carlos runs a hand to TK's forehead. "You're pretty warm mi amor." Hr reaches for the thermometer on the side table beside him. He holds it to TK's ear and watches the numbers rise filling him with more relief. "You're right below normal," Carlos tells him, showing him the thermometer.

TK nods as he relaxes more into Carlos. "Can probably sleep for a little bit," TK murmurs.

Carlos let's out a soft sigh. "Ok short nap. I'm waking you in an hour," he says as TK gets comfy, being careful of the bruises and stitches. Carlos tucks the blankets around him more, and sets an alarm to wake TK in an hour. He softly keeps his hand moving through TK's hair as TK falls right to sleep.

Carlos softly kisses his head as he thinks back over the most stressful twenty-four hours of his life.

When he'd gotten the call from Owen that the entire paramedic team was not responding and appeared off grid going on an hour and half, he'd felt worried. When he'd broken away from his dad with the excuse of a case even though he'd just clocked out, he thought they'd find them quickly. Only he discovered the empty parking garage, and TK wasn't answering his calls, texts or SOS messages.

They reported it like they were supposed to, Grace having already alerted her supervisors the paramedics weren't responding. His entire precinct was on the case, even some of his off duty friends coming in to help. The 126 team still descended on the parking garage as one unit, but split off into pairs to looks for their missing members not wanting to be left out of the search for their family. Judd declared he was going with Carlos, having taken on the captain role for Owen who was equally distressed he couldn't reach his son. Paul took Owen leaving Marjan and Mateo to team up.

Carlos nods knowing Judd is right, so they stop for coffee and a sandwich. Judd makes the comment trying to fill the silence and distract Carlos about wrapping TK in bubble wrap and never letting him leave the station again, and Carlos can't help but agree. He thought the medic job would be safer and he wouldn't have to worry about grey hair just yet. But TK, as always, is proving him wrong. "Hey, isn't your dad a Ranger?" Judd asks.

After three hours of looking and tracing every step they could think of with no luck, Carlos was at his wits in. Judd was making him take a coffee break, despite his instance to keep going. "Carlos, you're not gonna be any good to him if you don't take a minute for yourself. Believe me I wanna find him just as bad, but he's gonna need you in top shape."

"Yea. Why?" Carlos asks confused at the change in direction of conversation.

"Just thinking he might have some pull somewhere we could use."

Carlos nods as he thinks it over. It doesn't take him long and he's pulling out his phone making the call. He gives his dad the short version and agrees to wait for him at the coffee shop. "He doesn't know about us," Carlos tells Judd quietly not meeting his eyes.

"I know. TK told me. I won't tell your secret Reyes, but I hate to be the one to break it to ya. If your dad is anywhere as smart as I image he is, he's going to figure it out. You're not gonna be able to hide that emotion," Judd says gesturing to his face.

Carlos nods knowing Judd is right. They sit in silence for a few more minutes before he sees his dad's truck pull up behind Judd's. "Could you give me a minute with him? I'll tell him, then we can go."

"Course," Judd nods as he heads out to his truck, nodding at Carlos's dad as he goes. Carlos tells his dad the truth, that one of the missing paramedics is his boyfriend and that he'll explain more on that later, before he tells his dad all the case facts they know. "We'll find him," Gabriel says squeezing Carlos's shoulder. Carlos does his best to hold back the tears, but one does escape.

They leave the little coffee shop in Gabriel's truck as Gabriel makes some calls. As they drive around Carlos explains things to his dad, Judd having decided to follow them so Carlos could speak freely. He hates the pained look on his dad's face when he explains why he lied and how long he and TK had been a couple, but thankfully he doesn't press Carlos for more than he's willing to share just yet.

It takes another 2 hours before TK's phone location comes back on; it takes another 30 minutes for them to get to the location. Carlos and his dad go in guns drawn not waiting for backup having gotten a text Nancy covertly sent from TK's phone because his was the only one not busted. The rest of the 126 arrive not long after them. Tommy and Nancy appear unhurt, but shook up and terrified. When Nancy told Carlos that TK was in the freezer, he panicked. He opened the door and saw TK slumped against the wall passed out with blood on the back of his head. Thankfully he hadn't been in there too long Tommy informed them, but long enough his body temperature had dropped, and he had stopped shaking despite the cold.

Gabriel shooed Carlos into the back of the ambulance with the promise to talk to Andrea for him and to check on them soon. "Thanks Dad" Carlos says trying to hold back his tears as he climbed in the back with his boy. It took several hours in the ER for TK to get stitched up from being pistol whipped Carlos learned, and for his temperature to come up enough for them to be released. He had a concussion, six stitches and several bruises on top of almost severe hypothermia. They're discharged about eight am with strict instructions to take it easy and return if TK's symptoms worsen.

Carlos let's out another soft sigh as he kisses the top of TK's head glad his boy is safe in his arms once more. Today, well yesterday at this point, had been one of the scariest of his life. He didn't know what he'd do if he ever really lost TK. He knows he needs to call his parents too; needs to properly talk to them about the new bomb he just dropped on them, but he can't bring himself to do it just yet. He feels emotionally drained, but he can't sleep either, fearing something will happen to TK while he's asleep.

"You're thinking too much," he hears murmured as TK tries to burrow closer. Even though his temperature is almost back to normal, he can't shake the cold feeling.

"Sorry cariño," Carlos whispers as he adjusts to TK's wiggling. He tucks the blankets around him more, and before he can ask TK if he's ok, there is a knock at his door making him furrow his brow. He silences his alarm to wake TK, even though TK woke on his own, thankfully.

"Who the?" He questions not happy about the interruption.

"Probably dad," TK sighs knowing Owen has asked for hourly updates, which he thought was a little ridiculous. He knows his dad wants to talk about his and his mom's previous behavior, and try to make amends, but TK just isn't ready to deal with his parents’ problems yet.

Carlos rearranges TK on the couch before he goes to open the door. Carlos is extremely shocked when he opens it to see his parents standing there. Gabriel is holding a crock pot that Carlos is almost positive is full by the smell, and Andrea is holding a rather large bag.

"Mamì? Dad?" Carlos greets as he opens the door wider at Andrea's expectant look.

"Carlitos," she smiles patting his cheek as she walks by.

"Don't try and argue with her mijo," Gabriel says heading for the kitchen when he sees the argument forming on the tip of Carlos’s tongue.

"Don't you dare," Andrea says to TK when she sees him trying to sit up and uncover. "I hear you've had a rather rough day TK. So please stay put," she says as Carlos stares on with the most adorably confused face.

She turns to her son next, "Well Carlitos not even a hug again?" She questions with a grin reminding them of the farmer's market day.

"Mamì," he groans but he does hug her. "What are you doing here?" He finally asks.

"Manners mijo! I raised you better than that," she scolds making TK giggle a little as Carlos blushes. He does finally make his way back to the couch to help TK prop up more as Andrea pushes him that way. He sits beside him, TK understanding Carlos is not comfortable with a lap full of boyfriend in front of his parents.

"Your dad explained everything that happened," Andrea starts as Gabriel joins them, and they finally sit across from the boys. "So I made your favorite Chile Verde for you two and brought a surprise," she says with a large grin as she finally digs into the bag she carried in.

"You really didn't have to go through all this trouble mam," TK says as Andrea starts pulling out a gorgeous quilt. He sees Carlos's eyes go wide and is slightly confused.

"Nonsense," Andrea says carrying the quilt over to the couch. “And you don’t have to ‘mam’ me even though it’s sweet,” she grins at him. Carlos still hasn't said anything, and it's really stressing TK out. "Besides I wanted to. Chile Verde is Carlos's favorite soup, and it will warm you right up. This will too," she says tucking the quilt around TK atop his mound of blankets. "This was Carlos's favorite, especially when he was sick. His Abuela made it when Gabriel and I got married. Carlos always told me he wanted it when he was older. His sisters all have one picked out as well, and I figured now would be a good time to give it to him."

"Mamì," Carlos finally chokes out his eyes filled with tears. TK sneaks a hand out from under all the blankets and lays it on Carlos's knee giving it a squeeze.

Andrea moves over and cups Carlos's cheek before kissing his forehead. "Shhh mijo," she whispers as she wipes his tears, hearing everything he can't say just yet. "We love you, and that's all that needs to be said right now," she whispers hearing her husband agree.

Carlos nods and let’s his mama hug him tight. He feels TK squeezing his knee. “Gracìas Mamì,” he murmurs as she moves back to sit by Gabriel.

They stay a little longer, getting to know TK, which helps Carlos keep him awake a while longer. The soup is absolutely delicious, and TK praises Andrea for passing her culinary skills on to Carlos. When they see both boys on the verge of crashing from exhaustion, they decide to head back to the ranch. Andrea makes them promise to come out for Sunday dinner soon as well as call if they were to need anything in the coming days. Carlos promises they will, and promises to have dinner even sooner with just his parents so they can talk like they need to.

Once he sees them out, he helps TK up off the couch to go to bed. TK insists on taking the quilt because it is super warm and will look amazing on their bed. They curl up together, TK finally feeling warm and happy and Carlos feeling exhausted enough to sleep. Things might not always be perfect, but they'll always have each other and their family.

#911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #gthb #good things happen bingo #writers life

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tinyyoungblood · 4 years

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pillow fort tragedy | peter parker

summary: what do you do when you have the entire compound to yourself? that’s right, you build a gigantic pillow fort with your boyfriend and the two dudes you have to babysit—an enhanced ex-soviet assassin and the god of thunder from outta space. good luck with that.

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

warnings: language, fluff, tiny bit of conflict and mention of injury

word count: 2.6 k

a/n: absolute crack fic lmao enjoy! x

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It was another Sunday at the Compound which meant that something completely stupid had to go down at some point. This time, it was a real team effort and Steve would’ve surely been proud to some extent. Only, Steve wasn’t there and if he were, all of this wouldn’t have happened in the first place, which probably would’ve been better for everybody involved. Wherever you looked, miles and miles of pillows and blankets covered what used to be the comfort of their home. Now, it was a new empire.

Turning on the comm in your ear, you continued squeezing through the narrow passage of blankets that were poorly draped over some wobbly chairs and shelves. “Guys? Pete, can you hear me?” No answer. For a second, your back touched a blanket and the whole interior started to wobble, making you hold your breath. Who would’ve thought that a highly trained assassin and an invincible God were absolutely terrible at building something as simple as a pillow fort? Hah, not you.

It all started at 11 a.m. sharp when the others left for a mission that neither you nor Peter were allowed to join, but that wasn’t anything new. The two of you were used to it and almost always found something to occupy your time with. The same thing couldn’t be said for Bucky and Thor though, who were both incredibly offended to be treated like “dense punks”. Dense punks as in Peter and you. But then again, the only reason you both weren’t allowed to tag along was your age.

The former was denied because he kept forgetting to put down the toilet seat despite various warnings on Cap’s side and death threat’s on Nat’s and the latter wasn’t allowed to join because of the smell coming from his room that was almost tearing off the wallpaper in the hallway. They were practically grounded which was hilarious, especially since this was quite a rare combination of team members that the Compound had never witnessed before. So, to break the ice and get properly acquainted, Peter had the revolutionary idea to build a pillow fort with every godforsaken pillow, blanket and bedsheet that the Compound had to offer.

And so it began. Every bed, except for Thor’s because you were almost 100% sure that something lived underneath it, was brutally stripped off its covers and used to build the most atrocious and unsteadiest one of its kind. From the Common room to the elevator, every square meter was covered. Your heart race had honestly never been as high as when you tried to get yourself something to drink after having to dodge every pillow tower on your way to the kitchen. You still managed to end up with a wet shirt and a swollen ankle.

It was honestly all fun and games until the games turned into the mission of their lives. Peter had jokingly commanded them to not let this fort go down, under any circumstances—a stupid thing to say to the Winder Soldier and the King of Asgard. And it wasn’t because of their admirable determination and ambition, no—it was because both of them were stubborn idiots who would never dare lose a game.

And from there on, it kind of went downhill. Things started to escalate, highly expensive items were shattered, people were thrown, pillow fights happened inside the pillow fort—it was awful and you were just glad that nothing had caught on fire yet. Suddenly the subtle ‘click’ in your ear made you halt and you listened carefully. “Y/N? Babe, can you hear me?” Peter’s voice was shaky and you hastily answered. “Yes, I—I can hear you, Peter.” He let out a long sigh, relief flooding over his aching limbs. “Oh, thank god, you’re still alive—Where are you? Are you okay?” You nodded eagerly and looked around. “I’m fine…but I think I’m lost. Actually, I have no idea where I am. The tiles all look the same. Stupid Tony and his stupid monochronic taste in architecture,” you mumbled under your breath and you could hear him chuckle.

“Okay, that’s fine. Your ankle’s still swollen, right? Don’t move it, we’ll come get you. I think I can hear your heartbeat—“ He paused for a moment and you thought he expected some kind of reaction so you hesitantly responded, “…Aww?”

“Hm? No, that—sorry, Thor is holding an inaugural speech and he just started to list off his childhood best friends and one of them, you won’t believe it, is called Bob.” He snickered on the other side of the line and you furrowed your brows. “Bob?” He hummed. “Oh, well. Uhm, anyway, why exactly is Thor holding a speech again?”

“Oh, he just pronounced himself King of Blankard.”

“…Come again?”

“Blankard? Because it’s a pillow fort? But we also used blankets? And Pillowgard just doesn’t have—”

“—the same ring to it. Got it.” You glanced in each direction of the tunnel but it seemed like you were still the only one in this area. “Peter, when are you guys going to get here?” He didn’t respond and the only thing you heard was a slow clap and a whistle. You rolled your eyes. Your boyfriend was cheering for the new King of Blankard so you might as well have to start thinking about ways to fend for yourself once dusk would fall. You heard some shuffling before his voice came back. “Sorry, babe, I just assumed it’s bad manners to interrupt a God while they’re monologuing.”

It wasn’t biologically possible for you to roll your eyes any harder but you made it work.

“Just get here.” You sighed and he smooched a kiss into your ear. Your ankle started to pulse so you decided to sit down for a while until they would find you.

A few minutes passed and you finally heard distinct chatter. Crawling toward it, you felt like a big toddler when Peter’s eyes locked with yours and lit up. “Baby!” He cupped your face with both hands and excitedly planted kisses all over your face, making you giggle. Parting from you, you shot Thor a smile who gave you a friendly nod. “Please, do not expect a greeting of that same manner on my behalf, Lady Y/N.”

You laughed. “That’s totally cool, Thor, don’t worry.” Leaning forward to look past Peter, you realized that Bucky wasn’t with them. “We’ve lost him,” Peter explained as he watched your face turn into pure horror.

“…To death?”

He almost choked on air. “Dear god, no. He took a wrong turn and now we can’t find him. He’s still very much alive…I think.” You nodded swiftly and glanced at your watch. “Okay, guys, it was really fun while it lasted but I need to get to my room now to send in that Biology paper. And maybe put some ice on this bad boy.” You gestured to your ankle but they stared at you blankly.

“What?”

“You can’t get through the hallway, Lady Y/N.”

“What?” You repeated yourself, brows knitted. “Why?”

“Blanket collapse. Kind of like an avalanche,” Thor explained and you stared at him in disbelief.

“Guys, I don’t want to play anymore. I really have to hand in the paper now. The deadline’s in 10 minutes.”

“But you can’t get through.” Peter tried to reason.

“What do you mean? It’s blankets and pillows. You just…” You gestured a sweeping motion. “…push it aside.”

He pouted. “But then the fort will collapse.”

“Peter, I don’t care.” You sucked in a sharp breath to speak calmly. “Can’t we just tear the fort down?”

“No!!” The two suddenly shouted horrified as if you had just suggested to run over a puppy. The terror on your face turned blank.

“…What?”

“Y/N, I love you, but I swore to Thor that, as a rightful citizen of Blankard, I would put my life on the line for this fort. It’s my home now and he even made me swore over a pillow and everything, it was really cool, you should’ve seen it.” Thor nodded proudly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose to stop the steam from coming out your ears. “Okay, how about this? I’m not a citizen of Blankard, right?” Your laugh edged on insanity. “So I could just…” You imitated the sweeping motion again. “…right?”

Not meeting your gaze, Peter fidgeted with his hands. “Well…”

You let your head fall back with a groan. “Peter!”

“I’m sorry, okay! But you’re technically one of the Founding Fathers,” he explained sheepishly and you wanted to pulverize him. Your glare sent shivers down his spine. “Peter Benjamin Parker, I am not going to miss my deadline because of a pillow fort. Now, get me…to my…room.” With every word you inched closer to him until you were pressed flush against his chest, piercing eyes boring into his soul.

He gulped and didn’t found the right words, or any words really, to escape his mouth so he just nodded stiffly. Racking his brain with all the movies he had ever watched, Peter came up with a quick idea. “Okay, how about this…” As he started to ramble about his plan, you took notice of Thor who was comfortably sitting behind Peter while stretching out his arm with an open palm. You’ve seen that movement far too many times and thus knew exactly what he was doing.

Catching you look at him, he smiled brightly at you while giving you a friendly wave. You waved back and averted your gaze back to your boyfriend.

“…So once I’m outside, I can easily climb through your bedroom window, open your laptop and turn in the paper for you. There’s no way that we could fuck that up, right?” He laughed nervously and you had to suppress your shit-eating grin.

“Sorry to disappoint, Pete, but looks like Thor’s already on that case. Don’t worry about it.”

With furrowed brows, he whipped around and you could swear you saw his soul escape his body. “Thor, NO!!”

But it was too late. Like domino stones, each and every pillow started to collapse and pull the blankets with it. Everything was happening in slow motion as Thor realized what he had done and once Mjolnir was in his hand, he quickly scooped you up and threw you on his shoulder. Peter landed on the other one and with both of you protesting, he ran away from the falling pillows and toward the elevator. Right at the doorway where the paths were lower, he let the both of you fall to the ground, screaming “CRAWL!!”.

Doing as told, you crawled as fast as you could in front of them, ignoring the sharp ache in your ankle but once you rounded the corner, you bumped into a hard chest. It was a very confused Bucky. His hair was tousled, he had a scratch to his cheek and overall looked like he came back from wrestling a bear. In unison, the three of you yelled “CRAWL!!” and he whipped around to lead the way.

It was all for nothing though. The walls around you started to give in and in the blink of an eye, four Avengers were buried under a pile of pillows and blankets.

It was silent for a second, no one comprehended what just happened. In some way, it was like the deadly silence that followed after defeat—a battlefield of buried hopes and duvets.

But you couldn’t help it and started laughing.

Of course, it was muffled but you laughed hard. The realization that you had missed your deadline because of a pillow fort that you built with earth’s best defenders was comically genius to you. Your belly shook with laughter while tears brimmed your eyes and you knew you were seconds away from running out of oxygen when suddenly the distinct ‘ding’ of the elevator caught your attention and your laughter abruptly died down.

Peter caught your eye as he suddenly looked…very excited? He wasn’t sure what part of his biological whereabouts made him feel this spur of adrenaline for being busted, maybe it was the teenage set of rebellious hormones, but it was for sure questionable.

Rising with the others, an all too familiar voice bellowed from the hallway. “WHAT THE HELL.”

A faint ‘Language…” followed and the corners of your mouth quirked up. Dizzily looking around the room, you had to bite back your laughter again.

It truly was like a battlefield. The others were scattered close to you on the ground, still halfway buried under a few layers while sharing silent looks of fear. Well, except for Peter maybe, who looked like he was standing in line for a roller coaster.

The footsteps came closer and within a second, they all stood at the doorway, still geared and everything. As expected, Tony’s eyes roamed through the room with bewilderment plastered on his face. Steve just portrayed pure confusion whereas Nat and Sam both had an amused smirk dangling on their lips, some might even say they were impressed.

When Tony’s eyes landed on the four of you, sitting in the middle of the room, looking like lost puppies who had no idea what maniac instincts overtook them to create this beautiful mess, he was speechless. Tony Stark was speechless.

The others glanced at him sideways, anticipating another explosion but instead, he looked like 10 years were capped off his life and he let out a long sigh. “…Pillow fort?”

The four of you nodded silently. Another moment of silence followed but this time, he had just accepted his fate. That’s what he signed up for when he left two men-children and two actual children at home all by themselves. This one was on him really.

When he noticed that the others were staring at him and expecting him to handle the mess, he almost looked offended.

“She's crying—“ He pointed at you and then Peter. “He's excited, I'm confused, nothing new. Now are we going or not?” Not waiting for an answer, he whirled around and left the room. Sharing a collective look of confusion, Steve informed with an amused smile. “We’re going out to eat Shawarma. Let’s go.” He nodded in the direction of the elevator and walked away, Nat and Sam following closely behind.

The room was silent again as Bucky picked himself up and Thor dusted off his clothes, both avoiding each other’s gaze. It was like nobody wanted to admit or even believe what had happened for the past few hours. Peter helped you up and wrapped your arm around his neck to steady you before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. You smiled at him and together you walked, or more likely limped, toward the elevator. At the doorway, the four of you halted and turned back around to let your gaze fall on the remains of a fun afternoon. And just like that, it was another Sunday at the Compound.

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this was so much fun to write and if i could make even one of you smile just a little bit with this one, it would absolutely make my day. thank for you reading! i’m playing with the thought of making a mini series just about the chaotic sunday adventures at the compound so a lot of domestic!avengers/au involving boyfriend!peter ofc so make sure to leave some feedback! xx

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malibumiu · 3 years

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“Running doesn’t matter. I’ll hunt you down if I have to.”

aka Naejunko angst (?) idk this came from yandere prompt list so yea (Warning: Violence, guns)

enjoy!

“I have to keep running… I have to keep running… get up Makoto come on..” It's the mantra that he had to keep telling himself, he was close! Getting so close! To where? He wasn’t sure! But he knew he had to be close, somewhere! Anywhere! From that god forsaken base! He needed to find the others, surely they would be looking for him! That would mean they should be around the area surely with his luck the others would be able to find him or if his luck was being extra nice maybe he’d find them first!

Though a pain throb quick made him hiss in pain, staggering slightly as he took shelter in a half decrepit hotel lobby. Furniture was both turned and unturned glass and debris everywhere, the light from the maroon sky making it look more eerie than it should be. He quickly ducked down behind the receptionist desk, trying to make himself as small as he could manage, he would have gotten under completely but that would be rather hard when you have two arrows in your back. His entire body felt sore and tired, his wounds from his “executions” not having properly healed yet, he was sure a few of them had tore themselves open again already, he just prayed that there wasn’t a blood trail.

“Calm down Makoto..calm down..” he closed his eyes trying to steady his heart beat and control the trembling throughout his body, “Calm down,” another breath, “She probably has forgotten about you by now. Yeah that's it..” another, “ S-She found a new toy to play with, she has gotten over you..just focus on get out alive-”

Static crackles from above him catching his attention, with minimal pain he shot out from under the desk and found a CB radio, perfect! He quickly clamored up the mic and began fiddling with the dial Maybe it was a call for help?! Or Kyoko, or Byakuya-

“Makotoooo baby~ you're heaven sent you know so why are you SO hellbent on being such a bad boy to me~?”

Makoto dropped the mic slowly backing away from the radio..No...she- she couldn’t have! He already pulled the tracker arrow out from his thigh! How could she-?!

The radio let out static crackle, her voice felt closer; it was like he could still feel her on him, her breath, her perfume, her nails, just her.

“Makaroco babybabybaby~! You know I like a bad boy I do! With their cigarette smoke, motorcycles, bad attitude and all, so cooooool right!? But they also reek of insecurities, blood and cowardice. But you aren’t them baby, no.. you're my sweet little darling my little macarena~. OH! You're just so sugary sweet you probably gave me diabetes! That being said..” His mind felt like it was on autopilot at this point, he didn’t even realize that he had got up and started running again, until he landed on the ground with a thud and looked around, finding glass around him, ah he must have jumped out of a window. At least escaped-

“AS I WAS SAYING-“ With a screech of the sound system outside her voice came over again, “That being said Makoto, you have a weakness.. a big weakness baby and it's that you care entirely too much for people.”

He began to run, he didn’t care, he ignored the pain in his back and throbbing pain all over his body, he didn’t care he just needed to run, he needed to stop hearing her.

“Your- no.. OUR friends after all the shit they put you through you still cared for them, in the last trial you got them out of despair, they didn’t deserve it. Earlier you told them to direct all their anger toward me! The mastermind and in the end you couldn’t bring yourself to even fully hate me, you wanted to help me. How could I say no you babe?” “Babe?” he spat, letting out a dark chuckle, he could feel himself slowing down his limp “Yeah sure.”

“You know Makoto there's a lot I’d do for you, you know? It's SO weird honestly I can hardly believe it myself, a lot of things bore me but not you. You somehow keep my mind entertained, you keep me guessing, predicting! Even when we were in school and dating! But one thing was obvious, you were quite the popular guy herbivore. Those bitches would flock all over you! Both the main and reserve course, they were like leeches, those whores...trying to suck all the kindness out of you, probably hoping you’d knock them up with a kid and tie you down, I- i couldn’t have that we were dating after all! I tried to tell to back the fuck off; the main course girls grew their brains and did until valentines time day that is.. anyway those reserve skanks didn’t listen… so let’s just say.. I thought them a lesson? Oh makoto you should have been there. It was delightfully gross! Blood everywhere! Some remainders of guts Oh-! and one bitch even pissed herself it was fucking hilarious Mako!!”

Makoto could only lean against the wall in horror as the fashionista let out howls of laughter, meanwhile he felt even more guilt swelled in his heart. First his classmates and now some girls he doesn’t even know or remember were dead because of him?!

“That little incident cost me a good outfit and shoes but it was allllll worth it for you baby~. I couldn’t have you taken from me, your mine. MINE. I did soooo much for you Makoto! I marked you, loved you hell I even Killed for you! I was even such a loving girlfriend that I brought you to my base where I treated your injuries, gave you good meals, shelter and new friends! And you still leave me! How could you be so cruel Makoto Naegi?! HOW COULD YOU?!”

Said boy cringed at her cries, he couldn’t truly tell if they were actual tears or crocodile tears but even so it made him want to go and comfort her, hold her close and tell her everything was fine, no Junko- Murukro would probably still love you even after all you did-

“But no matter, I still forgive you. You’re just running because you want to be a cheeky little shit dontcha? You wanna play games huh? That’s ok babe, I like this game cat and mouse, prey vs predator, hide and seek? Tag even, games like these are rather fun especially when the mouse is a cute lil boy like you Makoto~ Oh~! I am ready to pounce ya! Rawr :3!”

It was at this point that Makoto felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, he looked around, there was no one around except for those of the dead and from what remained of the taller buildings he could see no one so... why did he feel like he was suddenly being watched? Before he knew it he started running again.

“But you should have already known Babe, running away is pointless because in the end Makoto Naegi I’ll always find you.”

Junko smiled as she clicked off the microphone for a moment to line up her shot. She looked in the scope again to make sure that he was there and he was probably because of the limp in his run, that fall in the pit and the swords did a multitude on him. And though it hurt her poor maiden heart to see him like this, it definitely made it easier for her. Normally this would be Izuru’s job but this time however he was waiting a block away with the car to scoop him up before he bled out to death. She checked the barrel of the sniper rifle once more, the upgrades Izuru did the bullets should disable him for a while. She looked back into the scope, lining up the shot once more, laying her finger gently on the trigger while her other hand reached for the mic. She held it close, her eye watching him like a hawk as she watched his sad effort of a run.

“But please remember that I’m doing this because I love you Makoto.”

She pulled the trigger without hesitation and watched as he fell to the ground, wriggling around on the ground in pain as he cradled his knee in agony. Then the strangest thing happened: he stopped, and he...started to crawl?! What the hell?! Why wasn’t staying put like a good boy?! Nononono this wouldn’t do! She knew he was rather stubborn and (she said so herself) unpredictable but now was not the time for that!

She looked back into the scope to line up and take the shot again. Taking the second shot wasn’t hard, especially since he wasn’t as much of a moving target as the first time. She made to pop his other knee or maybe it was his thigh? She wasn’t too sure but she did know it didn’t hit a non vital area so he should be good and he looked to be down for the count finally.

“Kamukuraaaaaaa~” she sung into walkie talkie that was attach to her coat, “Be a dear and go the little rascal will ya~? Mama can’t have her big catch lying on the street once you get him, be sure to come back around and get me too Kk? Gooooood!”

Clicking off she sighed and began to pack up, she knew Makoto would be fine after all she did make sure not him in non-vitals areas but with these new injuries on top of his probably already reopened previous wounds. He would probably be bedridden for a bit, but that would be fine by her, it would only insure that he’s incapable of leaving-leaving her. He didn’t need his friends, his friends clearly had no trouble discarding him in the 5th trial, so why would they need him now? She needed him, not his hope or anything, just him. His optimism, kindness, comfort, warmth and love that's all she wanted. She would be damned if she let anyone take him from her. Didn’t they know? Junko Enoshima always got what she wants no matter the cost. Even if it required bloodshed.

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hauntednighttraveler · 3 years

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Paul Lahote x f!reader wisdom teeth

Y/N POV

Paul wanted to take me to my appointment only to film me waking up from the sedation and show the pack. I needed a driver and didn't have the energy to fight him on the issue, so here I am in the car with a giddy giant wolf puppy. Hopefully, I won’t say anything too bad when I wake up. Or maybe I can sweet talk my way into getting Paul to delete the video so I don't die of embarrassment.

Paul glances at me as he's driving, sensing my anxiety before the procedure.

"Don't worry Y/N! The doc said that it should take about 45 minutes and that they do this stuff all the time! You'll be fine! And if not, they'll have to answer to me."

He grabbed my hand and gently kissed it to help calm my nerves. He can be so caring when he's not riled up by his pack.

I leaned closer to him and smiled. " I know. I just can't help but feel anxious you know? It'll be the first time since I've been completely vulnerable to the world and I'll practically depend on you for a while after the procedure. I don't like feeling helpless. I need my independence. Plus it's going to suck not being able to eat my favorite foods." As I turn my head back to look out the window I pursed my lips at the thought of not being able to chew food for a while.

We enjoyed the silence as we continued our drive to the doctor's office. My heart sped up even faster as we pulled into the parking lot.

I turned to Paul and looked at him earnestly. " We can still back out. Are you sure you'll be able to take care of me with your broken arm? I'm sure you have better things to do than look after me."

He chuckled. " I wouldn't miss this for the world, babe. You know I'll always protect you even if I'm near death. A lousy arm won't stop me from protecting you. I couldn't think of a better place to be right now than being next to you."

" Awe that's so sweet Paul! Sometimes I wonder how I got to be so lucky." My heart turned to mush at Paul's declaration.

" Also, I can't wait to see you after the procedure! You'll be so out of it. It'll make a great movie for our next pack movie night!" Paul winked at me after giving me a smirk.

*Sigh* He just had to ruin the moment with his big mouth.

A nurse comes to get me once we're all checked in. I glance back at Paul one last time before going to the back. Taking a deep breath in I mentally prepare myself.

Paul's POV

I nervously look at my watch. It’s been 45 minutes already, why hasn’t she come out yet? If that doc messed anything up, today will be his last day practicing. Five more minutes pass and I get up to ask the front desk what’s taking so long. Before I reach the window, I can smell and hear Y/N coming.

The first glance at her made my heart turn to mush. The way she looked so out of it and helpless, reminded me of a drunk Y/N. But this drunk version of Y/N had regressed to a helpless toddler. Two nurses were holding onto her arms, trying their best to help her walk and make sure she didn’t fall to the ground. Apparently, Y/N was so out of it she didn’t know how to walk properly. The nurses were trying to get Y/N to lock her knees so that she wouldn’t collapse and take two nurses down with her. Deciding to put the nurses out of their misery, I walked up and took Y/N from them.

“Thank you, guys! I’m sorry for the trouble she caused you!” I waved them goodbye and they watched me now struggle to get a drugged up Y/N 50ft to our car.

We finally made it to the car and Y/N seemed to be slipping in and out of consciousness. Once I got her seatbelt on I encountered a new problem. Y/N kept flopping down to her left. Boy was her neck going to hurt when she woke up.

As we are about five minutes away from the office, Y/N jumps up from slouching, startling me to death. She turns her head slowly towards me and I see a look of confusion hidden by her glazed eyes.

In a muffled voice thanks to the gauze, she quietly asks, “Who are you?!”

I chuckle in my head. Out loud I tell her, “I’m Paul, your boyfriend.”

She gasps as best as she could and exclaims, “ You are?!” She then proceeds to slump back down as quickly as she jumped up earlier.

This is going to be so much fun. I glance over at her periodically. A smile is plastered on my face as I study her features. Her cheeks are protruding from the gauze in her mouth, giving her the essence of a chipmunk stuffing their mouth.

Suddenly, Y/N pops back up and stares at me with her deer in the headlight eyes. “Who are you?!”

Laughing once again, I tell her, “ I’m Paul, your boyfriend.” I wonder how many times we’ll go through this charade.

Surprised yet again, Y/N slumps back down into unconsciousness.

30 minutes pass and I think Y/N has allowed a deep sleep to take over. Boy was I wrong. Without warning yet again for what felt like the 20th time, my little chipmunk pops up again scaring the ever-loving Jesus out of me.

I hear her sniffing as if searching for something. Her face lights up like a child’s on Christmas Day. “I smell pizza!”

“You can’t have pizza. We have some soup for you at home.” As I give Y/N the news, her face quickly morphs into the face of a child being told no for the first time in their life. My heart broke at the sight of her face. I would give her all the pizza in the world to make her smile.

As if forgetting her discovery of pizza, Y/N takes another quick sniff and shouts, “ I smell pasta!” She’s clapping her hands with the biggest grin on her face.

Again I have to break her spirits and tell her about the soup. Instead of smelling something else, Y/N quickly slumps back into the unknown. Peace engulfs the car.

After about 5 more times of Y/N popping up and smelling foods, we finally make it to our apartment. Remembering how difficult it was to get her to walk with the nurses, dread came over me at the realization that we live on the 3rd floor of our complex and we don’t have an elevator. If at all possible, I wanted to avoid picking Y/N up like a rag doll. I didn’t feel like cleaning up puke this early in the morning. I make my way to Y/N’s side of the car. I gently shake her to wake her up.

Startled, she stares behind me, looking around. “ Where are we?”

“We are at home! Time to get you upstairs!” I make a motion to grab her right arm to support her. As I try and support Y/N with one arm, I silently curse myself for injuring my right arm. Even with my super wolf powers, to say that my left arm was severely lacking compared to my right was an understatement.

The first few steps towards our complex gave me false hope. Things seemed to be going fine, except Y/N kept blacking out. We almost fell face forward when she blanked out mid-step up the curb. If our neighbors saw us right now, they would definitely call the cops on me thinking I drugged Y/N and was going to do something bad to her. I would never in a million years do something as disgusting as that. People like that are cowards and should be destroyed.

We finally make it to the stairs after fumbling for a good 5 minutes only to have traveled a couple of feet. I stare up at the 3 flights of stairs we have to take, the journey looking daunting. Fed up with how slow and how little progress we have made, I decide to throw Y/N over my shoulder and walk up the stairs. I made sure to take the stairs slowly, trying not to push my luck, there would be no puke to clean up so help me God.

Three flights of stairs later and we land at our apartment. I set Y/N down and we make it to our bedroom. I stopped her right before the bed and tell her to turn and sit down hoping that she’ll turn and sit on the bed. Apparently, all she heard was sit, and down she slumped to the floor, almost taking me with her. As I huffed getting up, I stared at her sweet blissful face, almost getting mad at her, almost. I won’t admit it to Y/N, but I had more than half a mind to leave her on the floor. But I couldn’t do that to my precious Y/N. Trying again, I pick her up off the floor and I am able to successfully get her top front half onto the bed. Although it may look like she was being smothered, I took it as a small victory. That is until she started sliding back off of the bed. Quickly I used my good arm and knee to stop her from undoing all of my hard work. I slide her body onto the bed and take off her shoes. Immediately after getting her right shoe off, she flips over in the blink of an eye. I leap to the other side of the bed, praying she doesn’t roll off before I get there. Thankfully, our bed is king-sized, stopping her from exerting too much energy to continue rolling. Instead, her final position has her spread out like a starfish, on top of the covers with her goofy smile front and center. Needing a drink after this fiasco, I head to the kitchen and grab myself a beer. I slouch on the couch next to our husky, Meliodas, thinking of all the stories I can’t wait to tell Y/N when she wakes up.

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California Summer - B.H. Smut [one]

Synopsis: Kings Cove California is Billy Hargrove’s hometown. It’s also a popular summer vacation destination for rich couples and their spoiled kids. (Y/N) is one of those rich girls. Proper, sweet, innocent. Only that all bores her to death and Billy is just the adventure she’s been looking for. It’s all fun and games. A summer fling. Not strings attached. Right?

Inspired by the songs “dreaming of you” and “Kiss it off me” by Cigarettes After Sex.

A/N: This is smut, babes. Filthy. I will sit in the shame cube after I post it. Please if that is not fore you, don’t read it. Also do not interact if you’re under 18, that’s just not cool. Kay, thanks ♥

Might fuck around and make this a series.

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

There’s something about California summers, Billy thinks, thank makes them special. They’re hot and sticky and messy but they’re also exciting and exhilarating. The world seems to be dusted in a perpetual golden glow and days seem endless and full of possibility.

Maybe that sentiment is what brings all the tourists to the little coastal town of Kings Cove, California. A town caught between the undeniable charm of an old sleepy coastal town and the ever-expanding demand for tourist-friendly beach houses in gated communities where rich people can relish in the charm the town brings and then piss off once their vacation days are over.

Billy was born here, raised here until he was 17 and shipped off to forge his path in shitville Indiana. He was miserable then, but a shadow of himself. Angry and sad and overwhelmed by emotions he never learned to properly deal with. Singers and artists always seem to find something poetic about being young and angry and lost. Truth is: there’s nothing poetic about it, nothing romantic or desirable. It’s hard and it kills you slowly. Starting with your heart and then taking over every part of you, slowly but surely.

Soon as he turned 18 and was handed his High School diploma, Billy packed all his belongings into the Camaro and was off. The drive back to California, back home, it felt cleansing. Like a rebirth. A return to life at his own terms.

He got out. He survived. This, Billy is sure, he would always pride himself with no matter how trivial it may seem to anyone else. He got out. Not completely whole. Severely bruised. He got out with a heart so scared he’s sceptical it will ever fully heal. But he got out.

Though coming home didn’t come without its hardships and obstacles. There was nothing waiting for him here but a bunch of questions and an uncertain future. Finding a job, a place to stay, a point from which to start — it was hard. It still is hard. But he’s trying his best.

Kings Cove has a handful of restaurants, some convenience stores, a gym, a few bars, a drive-in, a normal cinema and a bowling alley. It’s really nothing spectacular and yet it seems there’s more and more tourist making it their temporary home in the months between May and September. It started about 5 years ago, that the town started changing with the increase in tourism. They bulldozed the playground Billy always played at, the one closest to the beach and built a bunch of fancy-ass houses and condos and a fucking Starbucks. It pains him to see it. To watch the town he loves so much, the one that holds so much charm, turn into a sandbox for rich people to shape and turn and make it something it isn’t. Something empty and lifeless.

The good thing about those tourists though, is that they are really really rich. Absolutely filthy rich. The kind of rich where they don’t know what to do with their money so you can charge them insane prices for ordinary things.

And that’s what the locals have started doing. A scoop of ice cream used to be 30ct, now it’s a dollar. You gotta bend with the world. You gotta adapt. Surviving means changing even if it sucks ass.

When he first arrived back, Billy had no idea how to navigate this place with all its changes. He felt so god damn out of place in his own home. That’s until he reconnected with Johnny, an old friend from middle school. A kid who grew up in a home filled with anger and sadness just as Billy did. Someone who understood. Someone who understands.

Johnny had it all figured out, adapted and changed. Got Billy a job at the maintenance business he works at. Fixing rain gutters and mowing lawns and cleaning driftwood off the sections of private beach belonging to the beach houses. It’s not the greatest job in the world but it’s alright and it pays good money and sometimes Billy even gets to hang out at the houses when the rich people are out taking surf lessons or doing a wine tasting a town over or try their luck on a god damn banana boat.

Kings Cove is small and the locals know each other. They’re a community tightly bonded through their shared disdain for the change their beloved town went through and the knowledge that though they can’t change anything, they can at least make the vacationers pay big money for everything.

It’s his second summer now and most of the families whose houses he tends to he’s already familiar with. You don’t forget the people who tip you 50 bucks each time. On Mondays, Billy cares for the Millers’ backyard. On Wednesday he makes sure the Callaghans’ pool is clean and still stinks of way too much chlorine. On Thursdays, it’s the Franklins’ estate that needs tending to. And weekends? Those are off.

Weekends mean he gets to enjoy the California summer himself. He goes out to the beach just after sunrise, to catch a few waves or just hang out in the ocean and let it wash away the stress resting on his shoulders from a whole week of hard work. Later, much later, when the sun is about to set, the real fun begins. There’s a bonfire almost every week. No one is ever quite sure who starts it and no official invitations are ever spoken though everyone knows and sure enough, every Saturday a crowd of young people gather by the driftwood pile and hang out and drink and dance as the bonfire crackles on.

It’s not just locals either. There’s always a few stray tourists there. Billy isn’t really all that interested in getting to know them. This is just a blip on their radar. A temporary adventure. But to him this place is home and he’s so fucking tired of these rich kids coming around and acting like they own the place. He’s the first to admit though, that the girls are quite hot and he doesn’t mind a little fling here and there without the fear of having them want anything permanent, knowing their time together comes with an expiry date. They can be quite fun and they’re so willing to let themselves fall into an intimate adventure with a local.

There’s no chase, no effort from him. The only annoying thing is they usually don’t grasp the idea of a summer fling and get clingy to the point where it becomes frustrating.

It’s a bonfire like any other, when his eyes drift across the beach, filled with people mingling all clutching a bottle or a cup. Nothing feels different or spectacular or special. But maybe that’s the thing about special moments — we don’t realise they’re special until we look at them in retrospect. And then they mean everything.

His eyes meet hers across the way. There are no fireworks. His heart beats at a normal rate. Whatever the movies and the songs try to sell you, that’s not how it really happens. Your world won’t shift and there will be no hummingbirds going wild in your stomach. It’s just a glance, a flicker. A moment that seems to hold no significance at all.

Billy can tell she’s not from here. Her outfit says it all. She’s wearing a long flowy skirt and a white tank top and some denim jacket over it that looks like it probably belongs to some boy with a trust fund and a name like Kyle or Charles. In her hair, there’s a clip with a fake flower on it. She looks expensive and fancy and like a piece of work that he’s not willing to put any effort in. He bets the guy beside her, the one that keeps playing with her hair. The one in the polo shirt. That’s probably her boy. His dad owns a boat for sure and probably fucks his secretary.

And even though he pulls his eyes away, he can feel his thoughts drift back towards her. As if some magnetic force tries to keep his mind there, with her. On the way she smiles, or how the wind blows through her hair and makes them looks messy and disorderly and — hot. On how he wants to be the one making a mess of her. He wonders what she feels like, tastes like, sounds like. Even Billy can’t deny he wants her. She’s just his type though something tells him she’s different from his other flings. There’s something deeper in her eyes. A secret he wants to unravel. It’s hidden there and it’s screaming out to him and only him.

As he turns back towards her, he sees her looks straight back at him. With those eyes full of secrets and that smirk on her lips.

Maybe his heart does beat a little faster then. Though he’ll never admit it.

That night he goes to bed and dreams of her and the beach and California.

California summers come with heat but they also come with thunderous storms. Mighty and unforgiving and rough.

Billy makes his way down the roads of Kings Cove, windshield wipers just about dealing with the heavy rainfall as it drums down onto his car window.

“ It’s the wrath of all women scorned and mistreated “ his mother used to say when he was younger and a storm washed over them. He always thought that was silly. Women aren’t thunderstorms, they’re April showers. They’re sunshine on your skin. They’re dewdrops on the lawn.

It’s so dull and gloomy he almost doesn’t see her. Only the peach coloured baseball cap makes her stand out against the grey. She’s slowly walking along the side of the road, unbothered by the downpour. Casual and relaxed as if she’s not getting soaked right this moment. There’s a Slurpee in her hand, blue raspberry.

He wants to drive past and no let himself be bothered with it. This, she, it’s not a mess he needs to get involved in. This can only end in a disaster. Rich boys don’t like you picking up their girlfriends. Rich boys also don’t like you lusting after their girlfriends. And rich boys who see you as a threat can get your ass fired real fucking quick.

And yet he pulls up to the curb and rolls down the window. “ Do you need a ride? “.

She smiles at him, the same way she did that night at the beach in the glow of the bonfire. Her lips are cherry red and for a second he wonders what they taste like. It’s like a primal desire, to taste her. To have her. God, he’s such a guy.

“ Need? No. I’d like one though.”

It’s the first time he hears her voice. It sounds so proper, so innocent. And yet there’s an edge to it. She’s all riddles and mysteries and things he wants to unpack and unravel. Something tells him all the red and the ribbons are only the outermost layer of who she really is. And wouldn’t he like to see more of her?!

“ Get in then,” he instructs with the nudge of his head. A gust of wind follows her as she opens the door and slides into the car. She smells of sunscreen and salt and artificial raspberry flavour. She smells like summer.

“ I’m Billy. “

“ I know. “

That catches him off guard. Sure he knows the locals and some of the kids whose parents he works for but that’s about it. He’s not nearly as prolific as he used to be in Hawkins. He’s a bit more mellow now if he can say so himself.

“ And you are?”

“ (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You tend to our beach house on Tuesdays. I saw you clean our pool the other day”.

That’s news to him. The fact that the (Y/L/N)s have a daughter. He thought it was only her parents alone in that big house in some attempt to rekindle the fire of their marriage. Last year it was only them two, he could swear.

“ Is that so? I could’ve sworn it was just your parents in that house. “

“ Was just them last year, I was in New York City last summer. This time they decided to bring me. Let me enjoy the California sun. “

“ So you enjoying it? “

“ Verdict is still out but I quite like the view yeah. “

The teasing edge in her voice does not get lost on him. If Billy Hargrove is good at one thing, it’s realising when a girl is flirting with him.

“ You watching me then? What does your little boyfriend think about that, huh?”

“ Boyfriend? “ she sounds almost offended at those words, spits it with a certain malice that takes Billy by surprise. “ You mean Dawson? “

Dawson. Of course, that’s his name. Fucking Dawson. Dawson with the swoopy hair and the polo shirt. Dawson with the trust fund. Dawson with the DUI and the state attorney dad. Dawson with the scholarship.

“ Dunno his name.”

“ He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a friend that’s a boy that thinks if he waves around his money I’ll spread my legs for him. As if I don’t have my own money. It’s so unsexy it makes my pussy dry as the Serengeti.”

Billy has to stop himself from pushing the brakes too hard. It’s not something he has expected her to say. Not this outright at least. Something about her brashness and her honesty is truly charming though. It’s endearing for sure.

“ Wearing his jacket though, poor guy thinks he’ll score soon enough.”

“ Eh. Maybe I’ll let him. I’m getting a bit bored. If nothing better comes along— “ she says it casually and shrugs her shoulders but Billy swears there’s an open end to that sentence. Almost like an invitation.

“ Hope pretty boy does it for you then. So — where to? “

She faces him, peach baseball cap on her head and cherry smile on her lips. “ See, the thing is that my parents aren’t home right now and I don’t have a key so … “

“ So...? “

“ Just wanna hang somewhere until they get home tonight. Maybe somewhere dry? “

Everything in him screams at him not to do it. Not to get tangled up in this. He knows, god he knows, this is a bad idea and yet he says it anyway.

“ Do you wanna chill at my place? “

She bites her lips then takes another sip from her Slurpee. “ Yeah, sounds good to me.”

God Billy, you are such a dumbass.

Billy’s apartment is small but he feels more at home here than he ever did in any house he shared with his father.

There’s an open kitchen/living room area, a bathroom and his bedroom. It’s not much but it’s his and that makes all the difference.

“ Well uh — this is my place. “

He almost expects to see some kind of disdain on her face, disappointment too maybe. She’s used to big fancy houses with white shutters and stucco ceilings. Though when he turns to look at her there’s none of it. Just curiosity. No judgment. Not even a tiny spark. Not even at all.

“ It’s nice. Do you uh — I’m soaked. Do you have a shirt or something you could give me?”

It’s now, that he lets his eyes travel down her body, and notices her shirt clinging to her body. She’s not wearing a bra and it’s painfully obvious and he swears he dies in that moment. There’s only so much a guy’s heart can take.

“ Uh. I — mmh.”

As if his body works on autopilot, Billy hurries towards his bedroom and rummages through his closet until he finds a shirt that’s even baggy on him and will surely work for her. God, seeing her in his clothes is gonna give him another little heart attack.

“ Here you g — “ she’s naked. Not completely but her shirt and jeans are gone and all she’s in is a pair of red underwear and no bra and some socks and that damn peach baseball hat.

“ Huh? you never seen a pair of tits before? “

“ No, I have. “

“ Good. “

“ Yeah. Here “

She smirks as Billy hands her the shirt, doesn’t break eye contact. Not even once and she slips if over her head and almost drowns in the fabric. It reaches down to mid-thigh and she looks glorious. Wet hair clinging to her skin, shirt covering everything but just barely. Bily is usually suave and charming and smooth. Why not now? Why not with her? What is it about this girl that she plays his games better than he does it himself.

“ You want something to eat? “

What the fuck, Billy. There’s a half-naked girl in your kitchen and you’re asking her if she wants food? What is going on?!

“ Sure, what’ve you got? “

“ Lemme see — “ Billy says and turns towards the kitchen cabinets and (Y/N) slides up and sits down on the island. Her ass must be flush on the counter and Billy has to stop himself from following that thought any further because that would result in a serious hard-on right now.

“ So I got some Nachos aaand — “ he says and squats down to open a lower cabinet, “ I think there’s guacamole somewh— “

A soft thump interrupts him and, as he realises what’s caused the sound, his heart drops straight down into his pants and his whole body goes hot. Like his entire system is going haywire.

His hand reaches out to take the flimsy red fabric into his hand. Her underwear. This has crossed flirting long ago. This is an obvious invitation and if this was any other girl or any other situation he’d already be balls deep inside her so why not now?

As Billy turns to look at her, the teasing smirk is back, her eyebrow is raised in a way that tells him she’s challenging his next move, and the secrets are back sparkling in her eyes.

“ Oops “ she says though he can tell she’s all but sorry.

“ What are you doing? You have a boyfriend. “

“ Uuuugh ” (Y/N) moans in annoyance, “ I told you, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a boy who doesn’t get it. I have a lot of boys in a lot of cities who all do not get it. They think because they’re rich and their parents have influence, everyone has to do as they wish. They’re not used to not getting what they want and I like to see ‘em get pissy once they realise they can’t have me. Billy those guys — they are so boring. So dull and if I have to listen to one more lecture about politics or their scholarship or how their daddy helped finance the university’s library I am going to off myself. “

“ So what role do I play in this game? You’re just a rich girl who’s bored with her suitors then, huh? What am I ? “

“ Exciting. You are different. You are you, no ifs or buts. You are your own person not a clone of your wealthy father and his even wealthier father. You are exciting and so. fucking. hot. “

Billy doesn’t notice it happening but suddenly he’s so close he can feel her breath on his skin. She’ so close. So close. All he has to do is reach out and grab her. Touch her. Kiss her. Taste her.

“ Fuck me.”

“ You sure? “ he murmurs, voice low and deep and soothing. “That’s all this is gonna be. Sex and fun and nothing serious. “

“ Just fun. No strings. I’ll leave at the end of the summer anyway. Until then we can — explore. “

“ Explore? “

“ Mmh. There’s so much we can do.“

“ Sounds good to me. “

Billy doesn’t give her time to reply before his lips descend on hers. She doesn’t taste like cherries or chapstick or sugar. She tastes cold and like fake raspberry slushy. Billy thinks it’s his favourite flavour now.

His hands wander up and down her sides and hers get tangled in his curls, combing through his hair and tugging slightly. She’s breathing deep, quick breaths as his lips make their way across her neck and down towards her boobs. He bunches the shirt up and pulls it over her head leaving her naked on his kitchen counter. She’s absolutely fucking breathtaking and his jeans are getting awfully tight around the front.

“ You’re so hot “ he murmurs against her skin as he buries his head in the crook of her neck. Her skin is flushed and there’s a cute red tint to her cheeks. Maybe he was wrong about it on all accounts. Maybe she’s not as innocent as he has first thought.

Her fingers slip down his body and straight into the front of his jeans, grabbing his dick and squeezing his hard on softly. Yeah, she’s definitely not as innocent as he had first thought.

It’s a clash of teeth and a tongues and a lot of saliva. This is messy and raw and rough and he feels like he’s died and gone straight to heaven. With every second, his lips wander a little further down her hot skin, placing kisses one every inch he can reach until he’s kneeling in front of her. Her eyes lock on his as she spreads her legs further letting him see just what he’s been lusting after since the first moment he’s laid eyes on her. He feels like a man starving being presented with an all you can eat buffet.

Their eyes lock as his lips kiss the spot where her abdomen meet her thighs. It’s not where she wants him but it’s enough to make her go fuzzy in the head.

“ I’ll make you forget about all those rich fuckboys, baby.”

And he does. God, he does. As soon as he licks at her clit she can’t recall a single name of any other boy she’s ever met. He devours her like he was born to do nothing but eat a girl out. There’s kisses followed by kitten licks followed by more kisses. It’s driving her crazy, the way he flicks his tongue.

(Y/N) lifts her leg to rest on his shoulder as her hand reaches down burying herself in his hair. The way she tugs, the slight pangs of pain, it’s delicious. Billy can’t get enough of it. He adds a finger, then two, slowly in and out, the faster, then even faster. He knows she’s close by the way she throws her head back, bites her lips. Her lipstick is everywhere, her hair clings to her skin now from sweat instead of rain. She’s a mess and he’s so proud of getting her to this point. He further spreads her lips, lapping up the wetness, sucking at her clit, making her come undone right there on his kitchen counter.

The moans that fall off of her lips are almost pornographic, he wonders if her parents know the kind of activities she gets up to when they’re away. He bets they don’t. She’s a princess at home. Nice and proper. A princess who spends her free time getting fucked by their poolboy.

Billy pulls away at the last minute which (Y/N) really doesn’t enjoy. She pouts at him, gives him a sound of pure dismay. “ Why did you stop? “ she questions, voice breathy, almost incoherent.

“ Cause I wanna feel you cum when I fuck you. “

He’s not usually this bold and brash. Girls like lovely words. They like soft voices and hushed whispers and for boys to say nice things during sex. Not her. She wants the dirt and the mess and the honesty.

(Y/N)’s hand finds its way back to his crotch, pulling down the zipper of his jeans and freeing his solid boner.

“ No boxers? “ there’s a glimmer of mischief playing in her eyes.

“ You complaining? “

“ Fuck no. I’d suck you off but I want you inside me — like right now. “

Billy only nods, before fumbling a condom from his wallet and pulling it down his cock. He shares her sentiment. All he wants to be right now, is inside her.

Rough hands grab her hips and turn her around before pushing her down. Her boobs as flush against the counter, ass on full display. She’s a sight for sore eyes. A masterpiece.

Billy can’t keep his hands off her ass. He has to grab a handful, squeeze it, caress it. There’s boob guys and butt guys and then there are guys like Billy who know that both those features are mutually phenomenal and to limit yourself by choosing one or the other is a move only a fool would make and he ain’t no fool.

Billy lines himself up at her slit. He can’t wait to feel her around him, wet and warm and throbbing and —

“ What are you waiting for? “ she grunts, impatience clear in her voice and she tries to wiggle her ass closer to him.

“ Patience, baby.” Billy instructs as he grabs onto her hips and pulls her even closer. Her skin is so soft, so perfect. There’s a primal desire in leaving his marks of passion there so he leans over and places little love bites on her shoulder. They’ll be easy for her to cover up with a shirt but he’ll know they are there and that’s all that matters to him.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he trails his erection up and down her entrance, coating it in her arousal. He’s really not looking forward to clean this mess later on but right now it’s damn worth it by the way she’s trembling and wiggling underneath him, desperate for some stimulation.

“ Patience is not a word I know, sorry “ she’s so god damn desperate it almost makes him cum before he even gets a fuck in.

“ Yeah me neither. “

With those words he sinks into her and it feels heavenly. Engulfed by her warmth, her wetness, her passion. Quite frankly, he’s convinced, there’s no better place to be in the entire world, than buried in the pussy of a pretty girl.

Billy moves his hips slowly, deliberately, set a rhythm and a pace. He watches his cock disappear inside of her then slide back out in a delicious cadency as he dings his fingers into her hips, surely leaving bruises.

The moans tumbling from her lips are almost pornographic though he can tell they’re real and honest. There’s no reason for her to fake anything. He’s pretty sure she’d set him straight if he was doing something wrong.

“ more. “ she gasps, breath hitching as she pushes back against him, taking him even deeper. This girl is a dream if he’s ever seen one.

Billy speeds up his movements, slamming into her at a faster pace, pounding her against the counter. The air is hot and both of them are so sweaty and the room smells of sex and salty ocean air. God, he loves California summers and pretty girls.

There’s a fire lit in his lower abdomen as she whimpers and arches her back off of the counter. Billy lifts one hand off of her hips and grabs onto her front, caressing her soft tits and pulling her upright so her back is flush against his chest. The sheen of sweat covering them makes it hard to figure out where one of them ends and the other begins. Right then, they are one. Her peach colored baseball cap falls off of her head and onto the floor, where the rest of their clothes lie discarded.

His hand desperately moves across her chest, squeezing and teasing and trailing fingers around her nipples, hard from arousal.

“ Oh fuck yes. “

The confirmation that he’s doing something right, that he’s making her feel good, makes Billy’s ego grow 3 sizes. He’s such a sucker for validation.

He snaps his hips faster, harder, tries to go deeper. His hand grabs onto her thigh and lifts it up so her knee is resting on the counter letting him fuck her at a whole new angle.

At the way she cries out in ecstasy he knows he’S doing something extremely right. “God, right there. “ she almost sobs. Billy’s sure she’s biting her lip so hard it must be close to drawing blood.

Billy buries his head in her messy hair, softly traces kisses and love bites up and down her neck, tugs on her earlobe with his teeth. “ Yeah? Your pussy is a dream, baby. A fucking dream.” he grunts, voice laced with lust.

“ I’m gonna cum, Billy. “

He can tell, by the way she trembles, clenches around him. By the way her breathing hitches. And he’s right there with her.

There’s a fire pulsing through him, shockwaves rippling. It bubbles in his abdomen then boils over. With every snap of his hips the movements get more arrhythmic, messy, uncoordinated, desperate

A bunch of expletives fall from her lips but Billy can hardly make them out as his own orgasm washes over him. It feels like time slows and every sound disappeared into a white static. Nothing matters then but to chase that high and catch it and get some sweet release.

Billy feels her cum around him, squeezing him tightly in the process. The way she moans his name, as if it’s both a secret and a confession to himself and the world, that’s what does it for him.

Grabbing her hips with both hands, he holds her in place, before pounding into her with a few last uncoordinated hard thrusts. And then his vision goes black for a moment and his brain stops functioning as he cums into the condom.

For a moment there’s no sound but them trying to catch their breath as they slump down against the counter, spent from the activities. Sweaty, filthy, messy. But oh so satisfied and content.

Billy pulls out of her and for a second he misses her warm and tight around him. Like he was meant to stay there forever. Fuck, he’s such a guy.

Another heartbeat passes and (Y/N) lets out a melodic but breathless giggle. “ I could go for some Nachos and Guac right now. “

This girl is really something else.

They devour the snacks while lazing on his couch. Naked as they came to this earth, unbothered. Maybe this is what makes him go so absolutely feral about her, the fact that she’s so uncomplicated. Yeah she comes with all kinds of warning signs and bad news for him but being with her like this it’s so easy. Like they’ve been some kinds of friends for a long time.

Their bodies are always touching in one way or another. As if they can’t get enough. Billy’s sitting on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table while her legs are places on his lap, cigarette dangling from her fingers. The air is sticky and humid and even the late afternoon breeze doesn’t bring any cooling-off.

As his eyes fall onto the clock on the wall, Billy lets out a frustrated grunt. “ Fuck.”

“ What’s the matter?”

“ I’m supposed to meet my friend Johnny at the gym in about 10 minutes. Totally forgot about it. “

“ Do you have to go? “

“ I really should. “

“ You’ve had quite the workout today though. “

Billy scoffs a laugh at her words before plucking the cigarette from her fingers and taking a drag. He lets the smoke sit in his chest for a moment, hoping to capture even a bit of the warmth he felt when buried balls deep inside her cunt.

It doesn’t work.

“ He’s waiting for me. “

“ Aw, that’s too bad. “ she says grabs the cigarette back and, after one last drag, then stubs it out in the ashtray resting on the coffee table. “ I was just about to ask for a round two. Guess I’ll have to do it by myself then. That’s fine. “

Her fingers trail down her body, teasing her nipples before descending towards her slit. She slowly circles her clit. Billy is honesty sure she’ll be the death of him. This girl is so sweet yet so dirty and he’s not sure he’s ever met someone like her.

“ You gonna sit there and finger yourself on my couch ? “

“ You gonna sit there and watch and not join in? Come on Billy, I can give you quite the workout. No gym necessary. Do I have to beg? “

Yes. God he wants to hear her beg but that makes him feel a bit — uneasy. He doesn’t want her to think he doesn’t want this just as much as she does. Maybe they can leave the begging for another day.

“ You’re insatiable, huh? “ he asks as he settles himself on top of her, lips colliding with hers ina fiery kiss.

(Y/N) just nods, a satisfied moan slipping from her lips as his fingers nudge her hand away and replace them softly trailing up and down her slit, slipping inside every once in a while.

“ What can I say? It’s a bad habit I just can’t seem to quit.”

Maybe this is a really bad idea. Maybe he’s getting himself into more trouble than he needs right now. But the way she feels and sounds and taste make it worth it.

As the sun sets upon the horizon and the summer storm has long passed on to another coastal town, Billy thinks that it’s so worth it if only he can feel like this for the rest of the summer.

There’s really nothing quite like a California summer and a pretty girl with a dirty mind.

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monaownsmyass · 4 years

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It’s Complicated/Uncomplicated - Part 2/2

Requested fic by @ineedskyecrandall (if you have any fic ideas or requests you’d like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: My Two First Loves, (after) Chapter 38

Pairing: Ava Lawrence x MC (Emma Price)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: G, none

Word count: 4,152 (she’s a long one)

A/N: Continuation of Part 1! Ava and MC go on their first date. QUESTION: do you guys prefer shorter or longer fics? Pls lmk. Also I’m pretty sure I chipped my nail polish while writing this so I hope y’all enjoy 😂

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @midnitesteph (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics.)

I woke up to a text from Ava.

'Rise and shine, you sleepy sloth! I hope you had a good night, here's something to brighten your morning! Xoxo'

She attached a cute cat gif stretching its paws and yawning as it wakes up from it's sleep.

I shot her back a quick reply. 'Morning, babe! Thanks for the adorable cat gif, I can't wait to see your gorgeous face later today <3'.

I may have just woken up but I just knew that today was gonna be an amazing day.

The hours leading up to my date with Ava was a blur. I was wrecked with excitement and anticipation. Mackenzie noticed me on edge and I explained my dilemma to her. She didn't seem that surprised when I came out to her as bi and told her I had a date with Ava.

She just rolled her eyes and said, 'Finally!'.

Two hours before our date, I begged Mack to help me find the perfect outfit. I paced up and down my room, trying on my entire wardrobe and still not being able to settle on anything.

"Oh my god, Em, calm down!" Mack exclaimed in frustration. "It's just Ava! She's seen you at your absolute trash bottom!"

"I know! But it's different!" I defended. "It's like an actual date this time, y'know?"

"You went out for dates with Noah and Mason recently and you weren't walking up and down your room like an agitated child that just shat their pants and is too afraid to tell their parents." She squinted at me. "You like her a lot more than the both of them, don't you?"

"I- what? Mack, no. I mean, I'm not sure. I haven't figured it out yet."

She sighed and stared at me dead in the eyes. "Look, I know you like both boys but I think even you have noticed that you're more drawn to Ava. Shit, you just told me an hour or so ago that you liked her and I can already tell just by looking at you now." She waited for me to process her words before speaking again. "You aren't gonna destroy Mason's or Noah's life if you chose to be with Ava. They're big boys, they can handle the rejection."

Her words struck a chord in me. I have noticed that ever since Ava kissed me I haven't been able to think about either Mason or Noah. When I kissed both of them, I was constantly worrying about the other but with Ava, it was only her that occupied my mind.

I looked away then back at my sister. "I... I think you're right. But I'm just gonna have this date with her before I come to a conclusion."

She waved her hand at me. "Yeah yeah, you do that, but I bet you fifty that you'll agree with me."

"No way am I agreeing to that bet," I scoffed.

"And why not?"

"...'Cuz I'm pretty sure I'll lose."

~•~•~

After over an hour, I finally decided on a cute outfit and waited for Ava in my living room. I was fidgeting with my fingers while Mack made fun of me, teasing me about how nervous I was but I couldn't even focus because it was true; I was mortified.

Ding Dong!

"Ahh!" I shouted in surprise.

My sister just laughed at me and moved to answer the door. "Chill, your girlfriend's here."

"She's not my girl-" I started but stopped mid-sentence when I saw her walk into our hallway.

She may have not been my girlfriend just yet but god, I wish she were.

"Ava," I whispered, speechless. "H-hey!"

"Hey yourself, babe!" She came up to me and wrapped me in a hug. The pet name caused a rush of heat to my cheeks which I was sure she felt when she kissed it. We've always called each other by pet names, 'baby', 'babe', 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'jerk' or 'weirdo' even but this time, it felt different. Different in a good way.

She pulled back slightly as her eyes traveled up and down my figure. Her gaze set my body on fire. "You look amazing!" she complimented. "You're so pretty."

I blushed. "Thanks." I gave her a once over and felt my breath hitch. "You look really hot," I blurted out without thinking and immediately slapped my palm against my mouth.

She burst out laughing, the sound filling me with delight despite my embarrassment. "Thank you, Em." She lifted an arm and it was only then that I noticed that she was holding a bouquet of flowers. "Um, these are for you."

She knew I loved flowers. I accepted it, starting to get a little teary eyed. This was ridiculous! We haven't even stepped out of the house and I was already overwhelmed with emotions. It was a gorgeous bunch of yellow roses with red petal tips. I immediately recognised the meaning behind the colour and the tears started to trickle down my face.

"Ava," I lunged at her, wrapped my arms around her neck and burying my face in the crook of it. "You seriously didn't have to."

"But I wanted to, I wanted to do this right," she laughed and hugged me back.

This moment would've been perfect if it weren't for Mackenzie clearing her throat from the living room couch.

"Okayyyy, I guess this is my cue to leave," she awkwardly excused herself and made her way upstairs. "Bye, lovebirds! Stay safe! Don't do anything stupid and don't forget to practice safe se-!"

"Mack!" I exclaimed, cutting her off but hurling a pillow from the couch at her.

My face was flushed with heat once again from Mack's comment but Ava just let out a good-natured laugh, obviously finding the whole ordeal amusing.

"C'mon, Em. Let's go," she said.

I excused myself to place the bouquet into a vase before walking to her sedan. She opened the door of the passenger seat for me before closing it and entering the driver's side. This girl was too sweet, I swear she'd be the death of me.

She started the engine and started driving away from my house.

"So, where are we going?" I asked.

"And why should I tell you?" she teased.

"Uh, because I'm in your car and I don't know where you're taking me? That's basically kidnapping!"

"It's not if you entered on your own free will!" she giggled and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Her laugh was contagious and it made my heart flutter.

I didn't have to wait long to find out our destination. It was a small, quaint ice cream parlour. The same ice cream parlour we went to on our first hang out together. We hadn't been back here since and the sight of the shop made me nostalgic.

We entered the shop and it was just as I remembered. It was quite and calm. A much different ambience from the outside world. We walked up to the display freezer and stared at all the different options.

Ava turned to me. "Okay, so here's how we make things interesting, we order a random ice cream we haven't tried before, no trying the flavours beforehand."

I gave her a look. Leave it to Ava to find a way to spice things up. One thing I can say for sure was that my life would definitely be boring without her.

"So, what would you like?"

"Um, I'm not sure." One particular ice cream stood out to me though I wasn't sure it'd be my cup of tea. "I kinda want to try the Maple Bacon Ice Cream but I don't know if I'll like it."

"First of all, that's the whole point of this! We won't know, it's a game of luck. Second of all, you haven't tried Maple Bacon before?" she asked incredulously.

"And you have?"

"Of course! Who hasn't?"

"Ava, that's not a regular ice cream flavour, weirdo."

"It is in my house...," she muttered as she pouted, eyebrows furrowing. I couldn't help but giggle at how cute she was being. "What if we share it? Since you're too chicken to actually get a whole scoop for yourself."

"Hey! That's not true!" I protested but she was right on some regards. I didn't want to waste it if I didn't like it. "But since you insisted, sure, I guess."

"Don't pretend you're not relieved that I offered to share," she smiled teasingly at me.

After much persuasion, I finally let Ava pay for the ice cream and we found an empty booth in the corner. It was far away and secluded enough from the other patrons to give us some privacy.

We sat across from each other with the cup of ice cream in between us. I noticed that they only gave us one spoon. We've shared food and cutlery before but this time, it made me nervous.

"They only gave us one spoon," I pointed out.

"So?" Ava questioned. "We've shared before, here!"

She scooped up some ice cream and brought it up to my lips. I looked at her and cautiously leaned forward to let her feed me. I saw her gulp as I accepted the ice cream.

She shook herself out of her daze and asked, "How is it?"

I licked my lips and gave her a smile. "It's actually really good!"

"See? You should listen to me more often," she bragged.

"Yeah, yeah, now let me feed you instead, it's only fair."

We continued to feed each other, giggling and laughing every time we smudged ice cream against the other's cheek. At first I did it by accident but Ava wasn't having it so she did it back to me on purpose.

We were attacking each other with ice cream, almost screaming at one point and only stopped when we noticed the ice cream server glaring at us.

We quiet down, trying to hold in our giggles and I couldn't help but get distracted by Ava. I saw her mouth moving, saying something but I wasn't listening. Last night was the first time I really got to look at her but right now, in the daylight, I could see every detail of her face that I missed under the dim streetlight. And now that I know my feeling weren't entirely platonic, I could properly appreciate them.

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows, her almond eyes that were a beautiful shade of chestnut brown, accentuated by her eyeliner and mascara and her soft lips that were painted in a darker shade of red today, perfectly complimenting her features. Her gorgeous hair, her high cheekbones, her strong jaw, her freckles. God, her freckles. They scattered all over her cheeks and nose making her look absolutely adorable. All these combined together to make the absolute masterpiece that was Ava.

I've always liked her freckles. I liked how prominent they were in the summer and I knew sometimes she was insecure about how obvious they were but I've always thought that that was ridiculous. If anything I thought it made her look extremely pretty. Not that she isn't without them but there was something about them that caught my attention.

I was broken out of my reverie when I say Ava waving a hand in front of my eyes.

"Hellooo? Earth to Emma?" she said, laughing. "You completely blanked out, what are you thinking about?"

"About you," I replied without a second thought.

I saw her looking a bit flustered and blush a little but she countered back. "Oh? And what about me?"

"I was just thinking about how stunning you look," I admitted.

She bit her lip. "We've known each other for years, you know how I look like, dork."

"Yeah, but I've never gotten a chance to properly look at you and appreciate your face. You're so breath-taking."

I moved to slowly cup her face in my hands and I felt the warmth from her cheeks. I saw her let out a shaky breath and close her eyes for a while before looking back at me. My own heart was doing flips. She smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, you flirt," she joked.

We talked as we finished up our ice cream. Well, I ate most of eat but on our way out I bought one for Ava since I felt bad for stealing most of it. We walked out of the shop, passing the cone of ice cream back and forth to share.

"Where to next?" I asked her while licking the ice cream.

"Just keep walking, we'll be there soon," she replied while reaching out to take the ice cream from me.

I shook my head at her refusal to tell me but I complied. We walked down the sidewalk, shoulders brushing ever so slightly every now and then. I felt her hand ghost over mine a couple of times before I looked up at her. I could almost sense the conflict going on in her head. I silently giggled to myself before grabbing her hand, interlocking our fingers together.

Just like she did the night before, she looked at our hands and then into my eyes. I saw a twinkle in them as she gave me a shy smile.

"Thank you," she spoke softly.

I gave her hand a squeeze in response as we continued to walk down the street, hand-in-hand and sharing the ice cream.

I loved the way her hand fit in mine. It felt different from Mason's and Noah's hand. Their's were slightly calloused, maybe from playing football, and much bigger than mine. I liked the way their's made me feel protected and secured.

However, Ava's hand, while just as strong, was smooth and smaller. It felt comforting and familiar, like someone you've known for a long time who'd always be there even on your worse days. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't prefer this over their's.

"I like holding your hand," Ava spoke out. "It's nice."

I let out a small chuckle and nodded. "I was just thinking the same."

We walked a few more steps before Ava announced, "We're here."

She brought me to a park that was filled with trees and flowers. The park wasn't too crowded but there were a decent amount of people minding their own business. Being autumn, most leaves on the trees were a fiery yet serene combination of red, orange and amber. We walked down a pathway lined with the trees and covered with fallen leaves.

"The scenery is amazing!" I stated in awe. I looked around to take in the view and turned back to Ava to only see her gazing at me.

"So are you," she added. I don't know how many more times she was going to make me blush but I wasn't complaining.

After walking a little more, we spotted a bench. We finished up the ice cream and threw the wrapper and tissue into the trash can nearby before I pulled her by the hand to sit.

She sat a few spaces away but I scooted closer to her. I took her hand in both of mine and placed it on my lap, caressing it. We've always been physically affectionate with each other and I'm not going to allow that to change now. I still wanted her to be comfortable around me despite our recent revelation about our relationship.

Once I saw her relax a bit, I placed my head on her shoulder. I could tell her heart started to race and I had to admit that her nearness was making my heart do the same. The smell of her perfume wafted up to my nose and made my mind hazy. I was finding it hard to focus on anything else with her so close to me. But the again, why would I want to focus on anything else?

I closed my eyes and heard her speak. "I don't think you know how painful it was seeing you with Noah yesterday at homecoming. I kept trying to tell myself that it wasn't my place to be jealous but I couldn't help it. I'm sorry."

"If it makes you feel any better, even though I was with Noah, I couldn't stop myself from staring at you," I confessed. "When I saw you, I thought I was looking at an ethereal being, you didn't look like you belonged on earth, let alone at some crappy high school gym."

She lets out a radiant giggle and I felt her shoulders shake in laughter as I continued, "I realised last night that it's been like this for some time now. I hope you know that this has been long time coming, it's not just some fluke thing that happened last night."

She wraps an arm around my waist, letting it rest against my hip. "I get it, I feel the same way. I've liked you for some time now but it was time I finally admitted it to myself."

I swallowed, holding back the tears that were threatening to spill. Hearing her speak like that made me indescribably happy. "Yesterday, at the dance, I was secretly hoping you'd cut in and ask me for a dance," I confessed.

"I was hoping you'd ask me!" she revealed and we both laughed.

Ava gently nudged me off of her and stood from the bench. I looked up at her, puzzled. She stretched out an arm, offering it to me. "Since I didn't get to ask you for a dance yesterday, I'm doing it now. Would you like to share a dance with me, darling?"

I giggled at her antics. "Ava, we're in the middle of the park! People will think we're mad!"

"I don't care about them, only you. Do you care?" she challenged back.

I didn't have to think twice about my answer. "When I'm with you? Never have and never will."

I placed my hand in hers and she brought it up to her lips kissing it before pulling me up to her feet. I crashed into her, laughing and holding onto her to stabilise myself. She chuckled along with me and guided us a few paces away from the bench. She positioned a hand on my hip and the other still clutching mine. Instinctively, I brought one hand to rest on her shoulder.

"There's no music," I stated.

"Looks like we'll just have to make our own."

Ava began humming a random tune and we started spinning around as if we were ballroom dancing. We stepped onto the grassy area as my laughter and Ava's humming increased in volume.

She twirled and dipped me. She placed both her hands on my waist and lifted me, spinning me in circles as I giggled uncontrollably. If anyone was staring, I didn't notice or bother. All I cared about was that I was in Ava's arms and I felt like I was flying.

She set me down and we both just looked at each other, smiling wider than we've seen each other grin before. I pulled her into me to hug her, resting my cheek against hers. Our heavy breathing and racing hearts began to subside. I moved back slightly in her arms to still see her smiling at me.

She looked back at me and seeing her so happy made me ecstatic in return. It made my heart sing to know I'm the reason for her happiness. The way she was looking at me made me feel important. It made me feel as if I was the best thing that's ever happened to her and it was then that I knew that the feeling was mutual.

Her mesmerising eyes gazed into mine and I thought back to last night, right before we kissed. I really wanted to kiss her then and I wanted it again now.

As if she could read my thoughts, she leaned in closer to me. Inches before her lips met mine, she stopped, hesitating if she should close the gap between us. I could feel her heart start pounding in her chest again against mine.

"Kiss me, Ava," I whispered, quietly enough so only she could hear.

She placed a hand behind my neck and tugged me into a kiss. Our lips met and it felt just as spectacular as last night's. I grabbed onto her harder, not wanting to let her go in case she pulls away but by the way she was clutching onto me made it clear she wouldn't dare dream of it.

Kissing Ava felt like the most wonderful thing in the universe. Mason and Noah were great kisser but even they couldn't even begin to compete with Ava. The small fluttering feeling in my tummy whenever I kissed them was nothing compared to the overwhelming sensation I was experiencing right now. Electricity was surging through my body, energising my entire being. It was entirely intoxicating. It was other-worldly.

I've never understood why people referred to their significant others as their weaknesses because right now, kissing Ava, I felt more alive than I ever did. She wasn't my weakness, she was my strength and...

Did I just refer to Ava as my significant other?

Like all good things, it had to come to an end. But it wasn't by choice, though. So enraptured in the kiss, I leaned further forward, causing Ava to lean back until she stumbled backwards and tripped over a rock. She crashed to the ground, taking me with her.

"Oof!"

"Ouch!"

We looked at each other and burst into a fit of laughter.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked her in between giggles.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied in a similar manner.

Ava was flat on her back and I was still on top of her as I buried my face in the crook to muffle my laughter. Ava tossed her head back, still laughing.

After a while, the laughter died down and I lifted myself to look at her once again. We couldn't help it. We started giggling madly, so much so that I let out a snort that only made us more hysterical.

"Oh god, I can't breathe," Ava wheezed.

It took us at least a good three minutes to fully calm down. I rolled off Ava and laid beside her.

"C'mere," she said and pulled me closer.

I rested my head on her shoulder and draped an arm over her torso. She wrapped an arm around me while our legs intertwined. She was staring at the sky as I closed my eyes. It's amazing to think that just the day before yesterday I was worried about choosing between Mason and Noah but now, it's never been clearer that there was only one person for me. And ironically, it was neither of them.

Being here with Ava made me recognise that the reason I couldn't choose between either of them was because my heart already belonged to someone else without me even realising.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's presence when I finally broke the quite.

"It's crazy how so much can change in a day." I said softly. "I admit, ever since day one, I would catch myself looking at you. I thought I was staring at you because that's just what people do when they find beauty in something. I know now that while that's true, there's more to it. And it's because I like you, Ava. I really like you. It might have taken us years for us to get here but I wouldn't have had it any other way."

I felt her hold her breath for a while before slowly exhaling.

I spoke again, "I think I'm gonna call it quits with Noah and Mason."

"Are you sure? That's pretty fast."

"I've never been more sure. I can't help but compare how much better everything feels with you. I'm not asking you to be my girlfriend yet, we don't have to rush it, but why lead them on when I already know you're the best for me. You, Ava Lawrence, are my first choice."

I opened my eyes. I still couldn't see Ava's face but I felt her inhaled deeply before gently, tenderly uttering, "You are my first choice too, Emma Price."

I felt the joy bubbling in me at her words. I smiled and let out a contented sigh.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek and whispered, "My feelings were never complicated, I was just to blind to see them for what they actually were." And it was true.

I couldn't help but think how glad I was that I didn't take on Mackenzie's bet. She was right. It always was and always will be Ava.

She may not have been my first love but she was my soulmate.

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shaalk · 4 years

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Back together

Type: Oneshot

Characters: Minseok X Reader

Genre: Slight angst, fluff, CEO AU

Warnings: None

Status: Completed

Summary: Being a wedding planner involves a lot of stress, but there’s also a truckload of joy that comes with it. It is always my goal to be involved in a wedding from start to end. This one though, was a bit much for me.

Words: 1750

I am exhausted and I just can’t wait to get home to lounge around. My heels are killing me and the day isn’t even half over.

Being a wedding planner is stressful and tiring most of the time, but I love my job. At the end of the whole process, seeing pure happiness on the bride’s and groom’s face is the best reward I can ever receive.

Standing at the entrance of the wedding hall, I am ensuring that all the decorations at the reception area are properly arranged before I can check on the bride and groom.

I have yet to meet them even though it is already their wedding day. Only their mothers were present at all the wedding planning meetings.

From what both mothers have told me, the bride and groom are CEOs of their own companies, which is why they couldn’t take time off to make any wedding related decisions.

Their jobs also explain why this is easily the most expensive wedding I have ever planned. Held in the most exclusive hotel in Seoul, the cost of the wedding is easily more than what I can possibly earn for the rest of my life. I might even need to work four jobs just to make that amount of money.

As I arrange the last few flowers on the reception table, the first guests arrive. I immediately inform the catering staff to hand them some refreshments through my headphones.

Soon after, the bride’s and groom’s parents come out to the wedding hall to greet the guests. I flutter around from guest to guest, ensuring that everyone is satisfied with the refreshments they are devouring and to also find out if they need anything else.

At about 2pm, most of the guests are present and it is almost time for the ceremony to start. As a protocol, I go to visit the bride first to see if she is ready to walk down the isle.

I enter the bride’s changing room to find the make-up artist adding the final touch on the bride’s lips. Once that is done, I am able to get a glimpse of the bride through the mirror.

My, she is a beauty.

From large brown eyes, to her perfectly contoured cheekbones and her long wavy hair. Beautiful might even be an understatement to describe her.

I quickly put a professional smile on my face and introduce myself to her for the first time. She lightly bows back at me and introduces herself as well.I explain to her that she has a few more minutes to get ready as I will be bringing the groom to walk down the isle first, then coming back to get her later.

She nods in acknowledgment and gives me a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, which is totally unusual for a bride. They are usually all smiles, excited to marry their fiancé.

Maybe she’s just very nervous.

I leave the bridal crew and head to the groom’s changing room. I knock lightly first, not wanting to walk in on something I don’t want to see.

The door swings opens to reveal four men in matching white tuxedos, obviously making them the groomsmen. I explain that I am the wedding planner and that they are required to get ready at the reception area while I brief the groom about the wedding march procedure.

Shouting a round of good lucks to the groom, the groomsmen head towards the wedding hall while I enter the changing room. I immediately spot the groom sitting by the coffee table with his back towards me.

I quickly introduce myself.

As soon as I say my name, the groom whips his head so fast, I hear his neck crack.

I come face to face with a very familiar pair of eyes.

“M-Minseok?”

My eyes widen and so do his. I can’t move. Not when I am staring my ex-boyfriend, the love my life, right in the eyes.

Four years later and he still looks the same as he did when we were in university. The same cat eyes and chubby cheeks. The only difference is that he has lost a whole lot of weight.

When we broke up, he was the chief editor for an entertainment company. Now, he is his own boss, something he always wanted to be.

My mind reels back to our time together.

Frequent walks at the park, weekend trips to other states and visits to the beach. If we were not doing any of those, we would probably be watching a movie in our shared apartment. This was when Minseok was a mere assistant editor.

Things changed between us however, when Minseok attained the position of chief editor at his workplace. All the free time he used to have was gone. Most nights, he would come back from work after I had gone to sleep and would leave home before I had woken up. He even had to work on weekends. Sometimes I would not see him for days even though we lived in the same house.

I grew frustrated. I left my parent’s home because I wanted to live with my boyfriend, but it felt like I was living in our apartment myself.

On one of the rare Saturdays that he was home, I voiced out my concerns to him. I told him that I felt like I was living alone and that if I wanted to live like how we were living right now, I would have moved into my own apartment instead.

To which he replied, “so do that.”

And so i left.

Even though I walked out on him, I never forgot him at all. I did see a few people after my breakup with Minseok but I just couldn’t date, not when I still think about him all the time.

Is it even possible to forget or move on from someone you had been with for six years?

A knock on the door breaks me out of my trance. It’s the indication that it is time for Minseok to walk down the isle.

I had pictured my wedding with Minseok so many times in the past, but never did I imagine that I wouldn’t be the bride walking towards him during the ceremony.

I break eye contact with Minseok and tell him the procedure of the wedding march. I watch him nod stiffly and take that as a cue for me to leave. The male trails along behind me as we walk towards the reception area.

I give the groomsmen some directions on where they should stand once they enter the hall, all the while feeling Minseok’s burning stare on me. I don’t give him the attention he wants. I can’t. If I do, I might just break down.

Once I fix the positions of the groomsmen, I nod my head as a signal for the wedding hall’s doors to open. One by one, they start entering the hall. That is when I rush off to fetch the bridal crew.

We are waiting outside the hall for the groom’s portion of the ceremony to be over. Meanwhile, I am just observing the bride. It is weird how she doesn’t look happy at all despite it being one of the most important days of her life.

On cue, the bridal march song comes on. The doors open and the bridal crew starts walking in. Once they all enter, I get into the wedding hall with my assistant, to take our places at the back.

I watch the bride walk down the isle with her father. Once at the alter, the father kisses her cheek and takes a seat. My stomach churns as I watch Minseok pull the bride’s veil over her head and hold her hands.

“Dearly beloved,” the priest starts and I immediately know I have to leave. I can’t watch the man I love marry someone else.

So I flee.

I pass my headphones to my assistant and run off, giving her an excuse that I am feeling a bit sick.

I march to my car and speed off to my apartment with tears rolling down my face the whole time.

Thanks to the heavy rain mirroring my tears and bad traffic, I only manage to reach my apartment an hour later.

I check my phone to see no texts from my assistant, which is unusual because if I am unable to see through the end of a wedding, she will drop me a message to update me that the ceremony is over.

I am about to call her when I hear my doorbell ring. Without even bothering to check who it is, I pull the door open.

“Minseok?” I shriek.

He is standing outside my apartment with a puddle of water around him, utterly soaked from the rain and gasping for air.

“Why are you here?”

“I can’t do it. I can’t marry her!”

“What are you talking about? You spent so much money on the wedding!”

“I’m pretty sure i’m going to get a ticket for speeding all the way here from the wedding venue, I ran under the rain from the front of your neighbourhood because the freaking traffic was so bad and all you care about is how much I spent on the wedding?” Minseok is shouting at this point.

His eyes soften when he takes in the shock written all over my features.

“I can’t marry her, not when i’m still in love with you,” he confesses.

I can’t stop the tears from falling again.

I am frozen on the spot and Minseok takes that opportunity to tug me towards him and envelope me into a hug. I melt in his hold, missing the way his arms feel around me. I immediately hug him back, not wanting the moment to end.

After a while, we move to sit on my couch just to bask in each other’s presence. We catch up for a bit and Minseok admits that the marriage was arranged by his and the bride’s parents, and that it was for their companies to merge.

No wonder the bride looked so unwilling to be at the wedding venue, she was forced into the marriage.

We are silent for a bit until Minseok calls out for me.

“I’m never letting you go again babe,” he whispers as he seals that promise with a peck on my lips. I grin into the kiss.

You better not Kim Minseok!

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bgn846 · 3 years

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The Fight

Unable to keep his footing, Ignis could only brace for the impact when the alpha charged at him. It hurt, but he wasn’t down for the count yet. Swinging his legs out briskly sent the alpha down on his back with a thud. The guy barely twitched before he was back up on his feet. He was persistent, Ignis could give him that.

Groaning at what had been a nice calming break fifteen minutes before, Ignis vaulted himself back up to standing and summoned his pole arm bringing it down on the man’s shoulder. Maybe the asshole would stay down now. No such luck, apparently getting hit with a metal pole merely energized the man. He screamed out some sort of feral battle cry and rushed forward once more.

This had to stop, Ignis was getting tired. His mates were still busy guarding Noct so Ignis was on his own for this fight. The last thing he’d expected was to get attacked by some raging alpha idiot. He’d simply slipped out the back door to get some fresh air. There had been too many alpha’s in a small space, he needed to get away.

They were at a new restaurant for shiva’s sake. A normal eatery in the fancy part of Insomnia that happened to have been constructed entirely with recycled materials, hence, Noct’s visit for the ribbon cutting. All of that had gone according to plan; it was the celebratory party afterwards that had given Ignis trouble. All the overbearing scents and raucous laughter were too much. Not to mention the amount of alcohol present. Why was this party so rowdy?

The excessive drinking was also to blame for Ignis’ current predicament. The one drunk alpha who felt he was entitled to a piece of omega never went well. Ignis could defend himself, he wasn’t without skills. This alpha, however, needed to go away. Not wanting to outright maim the man Ignis had gone a little easy, now, though as the alpha charged once again, Ignis rethought this tactic. He was already tired and this wasn’t helping.

Raising his weapon Ignis prepared to strike the alpha again. A flash of blue light erupted out of his peripheral causing him to flinch. A second later Noct appeared in front of him and blocked the hit from the larger alpha. The prince moved gracefully and quickly gained the upper hand. Warping from one side to the other helped confuse the other alpha and soon enough Noct had landed several kicks to the man’s abdomen.

Normally Ignis wouldn’t just stand idle when Noct was in danger, but from where he stood panting for breath it seemed as though Noct was doing fine. He wasn’t left watching alone for long, Prompto appeared by his side a moment later, gun drawn, but pointed downward. Quickly looking back to the fight, Ignis was able to witness the final blow. Noct summoned his father’s sword, the one he’d been gifted on his twenty first birthday, and spun through the air with the precision years of training will offer.

Noct easily connected the pommel with the man’s temple; the alpha crumpled instantly and fell to the ground. It was only after the assailant stayed down, unmoving, did Ignis dismiss his own weapon. Backing up slightly caused him to bump into Gladio. Ignis hadn’t even been aware his mate was so close. Opting to lean back Ignis let Gladio wrap his arms around his waist.

Ignis caught a glimpse of how enraged Noct was when he turned and stalked over. His magenta colored eye’s were trained on his own. “Did he hurt you?” Noct seethed as he came to a halt in front of Ignis.

“Nothing that won’t heal in a few days,” Ignis managed in between breaths.

“Who is he?” Noct demanded.

“I believe he’s the driver for one of the developers.”

“He’s getting arrested and charged with assault,” Noct angrily added as he took a deep breath. “Why were you out here?” he asked with a tone that meant he was serious.

“I needed some fresh air, I’m sorry highness, there were too many alp--.”

Noct’s eyes widened and he quickly dropped his hardened expression, “Shit, sorry I’m not mad I just wanted to know all the details. Don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Before he was able to respond, the door to the building behind them opened, and several other people spilled out into the rear parking lot area. This of course was followed by even more people coming out to investigate. Needless to say, the night ended up dragging on as they waited for things to be dealt with properly. The police came, interviews were given, security footage was reviewed and the man was arrested.

Turns out he was a known offender that liked having his way with omegas. This time however, he picked on the wrong omega. The adrenaline rush had long since worn off as they all made their way to the limo to go home. Ignis could honestly say he was exhausted. Thankfully, his pack hadn’t left his side since the incident. For once they had a driver as well, which allowed Ignis to nestle in the backseat with Noct and Prompto on either side. Gladio seemed to know he wouldn’t fit and he took the seat opposite and simply watched. His warm smile was enough to appease Ignis until he could hug his alpha again.

The drive was a blur as they headed back home, Ignis was still amped to sleep so he instead watched the scenery wiz by. They’d be back and out of the public eye soon enough. The only thing left to figure out was what to do when they arrived. A hot shower sounded divine but Ignis wasn’t so sure his mates would let him go it alone. That was the only fault at being the lone omega in the pack, they doted on him and even more so when things like this happened.

Not that Ignis was upset at their clingy behavior, he secretly loved it. However, his energy level was reaching its limits and he needed to rest. It seemed his exhaustion was more obvious than he’d realized when Noct and Prompto both refused to let him go on the walk up to the suite.

“I’m alright,” he tried feebly as they manhandled him into the elevator.

“Don’t even try, we’re not letting go,” Noct pouted as he smashed the button for their floor.

Sighing fondly Ignis let himself be pulled around. It wasn’t until they’d reached the front door did Ignis realize what Gladio had been doing. His normally very cuddly alpha was working, his eyes scanning every hallway and dark corner. Figures, he was still on guard, Ignis had to work hard not to keen lovingly out loud at the gesture. Ignis knew that once they were safely inside Gladio would loosen up, but for now it was making his inner omega swoon mightily. The moment the door was closed and locked behind them everything changed. Prompto tackled him for a bone crushing hug and wouldn’t let go.

“Ow,” Ignis huffed softly.

“Shit, sorry!” Prompto exclaimed

“Come on, we are all jumping in the shower and then it’s out to the hot tub on the deck,” Gladio proclaimed as he herded them down the hallway and towards the master bathroom.

“The hot tub?! At this hour, surely you’re joking,” Ignis blurted as he was dragged along.

“Why the hell not, we all want to cuddle you and the hot water will help loosen your muscles up.” Gladio offered.

“It’s nearly three am and I’m barely keeping my eyes open.”

“Prompto can you go turn the jets on and get the cover off?” Gladio instructed ignoring his worries. “Iggy, babe, you are allowed to fall asleep in the hot tub ya know that right?”

“Yes, yes, but I’ll get all pruny.”

“Gladio’s right it’ll help you relax, after that fight especially,” Noct added as he stepped forward to help Gladio undress him. “Besides we can’t all fit in the bath together, the hot tub will be better.”

Ignis had no time to form an argument in favor of sleeping instead. He was whisked away to the shower where all three of his mates, Prompto had returned from his mission by this time, miraculously fit into the shower stall together. The hot water felt so nice and Ignis couldn’t help but pull the nearest body close to lean on.

“Careful, you’re gonna make me fall over,” Noct whined as he reached out to steady himself.

Humming in response Ignis simply enjoyed the warmth and let Prompto and Gladio wash away the dirt. He’d all but forgotten that his pale skin was starting to show bruising from the fight, when Noct sighed mournfully.

“I wish we’d been there to help you fight that asshole,” the prince lamented.

“Though based off the footage I saw you were really giving it to him,” Prompto added with a hint of awe. “Like you hit him with a pole arm and he didn’t stop. Plus you kicked him a ton and he still didn’t slow down.”

“He was the true definition of aggressive, I’ll give you that,” Ignis muttered from where he had his nose buried in Noct’s neck.

“Oh but guys, guess what, guess what,” Prompto enthused suddenly, distracting them from talking about the awful alpha.

“Oh no, I know that tone, you’ve done something,” Gladio sighed as he reached out and ruffled Prompto’s wet hair.

“I drew the curtains on the patio so we could jump in naked!” the blond added excitedly.

Noct jumped up a little and Ignis could tell he was smiling. “Nice one buddy!”

“So we ready?” Gladio asked as he leaned over to shut the water off. “We’ve got an omega to cuddle.”

Despite having his eyes closed Ignis rolled them for good measure. Reluctantly pulling away from his prince Ignis barely had time to react when Gladio swept him up off his feet and headed out of the bathroom. “Gladio! You’re still wet!”

“Yeah and what’s the point of drying off when we’ll be jumping in the hot tub?”

“The floor is getting dripped on!” Ignis whined pitifully. Though truthfully it didn’t matter, the floors were all tile and they were all clean. His only worry was Gladio slipping but he’d already made it out onto the patio and was climbing up over the edge and into the blissfully hot water. Six, Ignis needed this.

“Hey big guy you gonna share?” Prompto asked as he joined them and waded over to sit next to their alpha.

“I think we should all get turns holding Iggy,” Noct supplied as he climbed in and immediately ducked his head under the water. Coming up a second later he floated closer and wedged himself in between Gladio’s legs and wrapped his arms around Ignis’ waist.

It didn’t take long and Ignis could feel himself drifting off. Gladio was still cradling him like a baby which didn’t help matters. He always fell asleep when Gladio held him. His remaining waking moments kept occurring when he’d get passed off to one of his mates. First he awoke to Noct hugging him and rubbing all over his scent gland. Unable to keep from giggling, as it tickled, Ignis turned his head and went back to relaxing.

He somehow missed getting out of the hot tub, and his next waking moment was Prompto pulling him close in their stupidly large bed. Returning the gesture, Ignis hugged his beta tightly. He felt warm and his mind was finally at ease over the evenings events. The hot tub had done the trick, releasing all the tension from his aching muscles.

“Sleep, you’re safe,” Gladio whispered from nearby as the bed dipped. Soon a strong arm was wrapped around his midsection.

“Wh’s Noct?” Ignis managed as he tried to see in the dark.

“M’here,” came the muffled reply.

Ignis realized that both of his alphas were on the outside edge of the bed. Gladio was behind him and Noct was spooning Prompto. Smiling at the protective behavior Ignis let his mind shut down. Sleep claimed him almost immediately after that. There was nothing left to fret about, he was safe.

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chris-evanslover · 4 years

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Nails and New Meetings

Summary: You plan to meet Tom’s family in a couple days but first you want to get your nails done. While at the nail salon you meet a wonderful woman who talks to you the whole time. When you go to meet his family you realize the woman at the nail salon was Tom’s mum.

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“Hey babe?” You heard Tom call me from the living room. You made my way from the backyard with Tessa into the house, “What’s up?” You made my way over to Tom, who was sitting on the couch, phone in hand. “So, I just got off the phone with my mum, and she wanted to know when we could go over for dinner with the family”

You and Tom have been together for about 4 months now and he has met your family, but you have yet to meet his. Surprisingly, because he’s such a family oriented guy, but he wanted you to meet them when everyone could get together and not have to introduce you in droves. Quarantine had lifted a bit, therefore it seemed like a good time to meet them.

“How about Saturday night? Does that work for them?” Tom has told you countless stories about his family and you were excited to meet them, however as expected, you were nervous. Their opinion of you would certainly influence Tom if they didn’t like you or didn’t deem you good for him but you tried shaking off the nerves. Tom smiled and said he’d let him mum know.

About an hour later you were making some pasta for dinner when you felt Tom wrap his arms around your waist from behind. “Did you have a good nap?” “Mhm” he mumbled into your neck where his head was currently resting. You chuckled at him and told him to set the table because dinner was almost done. He took some plates and cutlery into the dining room while you finished up dinner.

After dinner, you were picking at a hangnail on your left hand and figured you should get a manicure before going to Tom’s parents on Saturday. You settled into Tom’s side on the couch deciding to go to the nail salon tomorrow.

The following day you made your way to the nail salon and picked out a pale blue color before sitting. The nail technician got started on your nails before a woman with bright red hair neatly tucked into a low bun was seated next to you. As she sat she smiled at you (through her mask!) As her nail tech got started on her nails. You glanced over and saw she was getting your favorite shade of red. “That’s got to be my favorite color, it’ll look very nice” you said to her politely. She smiled at you again and said “Thank you dear, your color is lovely as well” “Thank you” you laughed lightly. You and the woman who said her name was Nikki, made light conversation the entire time at the salon. Before you knew it, your nails were dry and you should be getting back to Tom’s house. “It was lovely to meet you, good luck meeting your son’s girlfriend, I'm sure it will go well!” She thanked you and wished you the same with your boyfriend’s family. Little did you know, you were the girlfriend she was referring to.

Saturday came and you were getting more nervous as the time got closer to 7pm. Tom sensed your nerves and tried to calm you down, reminding you about how nervous he was to meet your family and how you told him he had nothing to worry about. You both arrived a couple minutes before 7 and Tom grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss. “They’re going to love you, Darling. There’s nothing to be nervous about, I promise” You smiled at his words, knowing he was trying to ease your anxiety, even if it didn’t work. You took a deep breath and made your way out of the car and up the front steps. As you were about to knock, Tom opened the door letting you both in. Scoffing at his lack of hospitality, you followed him in.

“Mum! Dad! Anyone!” Tom yelled throughout the house, rounding the corner was a boy who couldn’t be more than 15 years old. He came right up to you and gave you a hug. “Hi i’m Paddy” “Hi Paddy it’s very nice to meet you” “You too Y/N! Tom doesn’t stop talking about you” You looked over at Tom who wasn’t meeting your eye contact and blushing “Fuck off Paddy” Tom said before grabbing Paddy in a chokehold, Paddy fighting him but failing miserably as Tom has inches and weight overpowering him. “Put him down now Thomas” you heard a familiar voice come from behind you. Your eyebrows knitted together before turning around.

You were faced with the woman you spent an hour at the nail salon the other day talking to. “Oh my gosh, Nikki?” “Y/N? Oh my goodness how did I not connect the dots earlier” you both burst out laughing and hugged each other. “It’s nice to meet you properly” you said before glancing at Tom and Paddy who looked like they had just seen an elephant give birth. “Wait, hold on, explain?” Tom could barely get words out. Nikki laughed and explained how you too met at the nail salon the other day but didn’t realize who the other was. Tom shook his head and laughed mumbling something about “small world”. Nikki took your coat and led you into the kitchen where you met Tom’s dad who was hilarious and very kind to you, making you feel very welcome.

You were in the kitchen with Tom and his parents, Paddy playing a video game in the living room when you heard the front door open and a bunch of commotion. Nikki rolled her eyes “That’ll be the boys” Harry, Sam and Harrison all came running into the kitchen but stopped short when they saw you and Tom. “SHIT I forgot this was tonight, Hi I’m Harry its lovely to finally meet you Y/N” Harry came over and gave you a hug, “Nice to meet you as well”. Next was Sam who was much more of a gentleman “Sorry about that, I’m Sam” he also hugged you which you returned. Harrison gave Tom a bro-hug then moved to you giving you a hug, “I’m Harrison, honorary member of the family, I feel like I already know you because this knob head doesn’t shut up about how great you are” he pointed at Tom when he said that which caused Tom to knock him upside the head. You all laughed and were being ushered by Nikki and Dom to sit at the table because dinner was ready.

Dinner went relatively fast, you became more comfortable with his family the more you talked to them and realized that Tom was right when he said you had nothing to worry about. After spending 4 hours at their home you and Tom decided it was time to call it a night. You hugged everyone goodbye and they all said you had to come back soon and it was great meeting you. Nikki walked you both to the door and hugged you goodbye.

“What a small world huh Y/N, please come back soon we loved having you” “Thank you Nikki, maybe you guys can come to Tom’s soon and I can cook for you all” “That would be lovely, get home safe you two” “Bye mum” Tom kissed his mother on the cheek before following you out to the car. “Told you you had nothing to worry about, everyone loved you” He kissed you before opening the passengers side door. You smiled, relieved and excited for this chapter of your life.

A/N: I didn't know how to end this oops o well

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten Twice Stupid Prt.86

Stumbling out of bed, Keith staggered from his bedroom to the bathroom, then to the kitchen. His bed had been devoid of Lance, and he didn’t like it. Making a beeline for his boyfriend, Keith crashed into him, sliding his arms around him. Lance was cooking something that wasn’t coffee, chuckling at him as he turned from the oven. Wrapping his arms around him, Lance kissed his forehead at his hairline

“Good morning, you”

“Nghmmm...”

The time was a little after 6. Dressed in his shirt and boxer briefs it was too cold to be awake. The sun shining through the window unwantedly

“Coffee’ll be ready soon. You’ll have to let me go if you want me to pour you a cup”

Keith didn’t want to Lance go. Dragged along in the kitchen, Lance worked around him, making sure to give him plenty of cuddles as he waited for the coffee to drip through the machine... that Lance had gotten out the box and set up

“You weren’t in bed...”

Cuddling in front of the light creeping in, Keith kept his face hidden from it. Had Lance not been making breakfast than they could have gone back to bed

“I know, babe. I wanted to make you breakfast... I had a nice night last night. I’ve missed snuggling with you”

“Missed you too...”

“You’re doing well without your coffee. Ready to shuffle back, I think it’s done now”

“Don’t wanna move”

Lance kissed his hair

“I feel honoured, but you need your coffee”

Shuffling round clinging to Lance turned into shuffling around trying to have his boyfriend and his coffee. Guided from the kitchen, he was tricked into sitting at the dining table

“Whaaa...”

Lance dropped a kiss on head

“Drink your coffee. I’m going to finish making breakfast”

Catching his boyfriend before he could dart away, Keith pulled him closer, whining

“Youuuu...”

He wanted to tell Lance to sit down and cuddle. Only English was hard and words didn’t want to cooperate

“Meeeee... will be back with breakfast”

“Kiss?”

Taking his face in his hand, Lance pressed half a dozen kisses to Keith’s lips with a smile between his words

“Now, be good boy and wait for breakfast”

Lance cooked up a feast for breakfast with ingredients Keith didn’t know they had. His boyfriend sitting across from him as Keith ate. Shiro’s and Curtis’s breakfast sat in the oven keeping warm seeing it wouldn’t be long before Shiro’s alarm went off. With his leg drawn up, Lance had his chin resting on his knee, his half drunken cup of tea in his right hand

“This is good. You should have cooked yourself some”

“Nah, I ate as I cooked. Had to make sure I wasn’t about to accidentally give everyone food poisoning”

Keith’s plate was full to the point of nearly over flowing. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, sliced sausages mixed into fried tomatoes and toast

“At least have some bacon...”

“I made it for you”

“And I want to see you eat something”

Lance shifted his leg so he could lean across the table, Keith holding out a piece of bacon for Lance to take with his teeth. Leaning back, Lance tore the bacon smiling as he chewed, both of them in a comfortable silence until Lance finished the piece

“Not to brag, but I’m kind of good cook”

“I know you are. You didn’t have to make breakfast”

“I wanted to. I was so tired last night that I totally brushed off Curtis and couldn’t wait for Coran to leave”

“So this is an apology breakfast?”

“Not really. It’s more of a “I love you guys and wanted to cook”. I never sleep as well as I do when I’m with you”

Keith smiled at his boyfriend. Lance’s birthday was right around the corner now. Pidge and Hunk had added him to a private chat over what they should do for Lance’s birthday. Pidge had suggested an “18 again” party, that Hunk shot down thanks to Lance having requested for them not to. He was still yet to pick out a present for his boyfriend, but he’d gone ahead and booked a hotel for the night, and even if it wasn’t very romantic he’d made a reservation for three at a restaurant with good reviews for him, Lance, and Miriam. He didn’t want to share Lance, but Lance didn’t know how many more birthdays he’d have with his mother. And unlike Krolia, Keith didn’t mind Miriam being there. She had all sorts of stories about Lance that he wanted to hear.

“Is that breakfast I smell?”

Shiro came shuffling out his room, left arm stretching up as covered his mouth with his right, yawning widely as Curtis came up behind him. Breakfast was so good he didn’t want to share... also, he was enjoying having the apartment pretty much to themselves, and Kosmo

“Lance cooked”

Shiros face lit up. Their cooking skills were lacking, and often they couldn’t be bothered with much more than toast

“Really?! Thanks, you didn’t have to do that”

Lance ducked his head

“It’s fine. I’m really sorry I bailed early on you guys last night. I was asleep the moment my head hit the pillow”

When Keith climbed into bed, Lance moved automatically to cuddle into him with a mumbly sigh. Keith loved I knowing that Lance only cuddled him like that. That he felt he could be vulnerable enough not to stir properly. Nosing his way under the blankets, Kosmo liked to sleep near Keith’s butt.

“It’s nice to see you, awake Lance. Thank you for breakfast. I’ve really missed your cooking”

Curtis followed after Shiro to the kitchen, Shiro then heading into the bathroom as. Curtis opened up the oven

“I’ve missed cooking. Three meals a day. Blood was a little rationed, but it was nice to taste red wine again. Matt and Rieva are pretty easy to please. Yeah... it’s not the same though, without you around. I never thought I’d miss having a full house”

Keith picked up his cup of coffee, asking

“What happened to hating people?”

“I still do. But it was nice... I don’t have someone to watch soap operas with anymore. So that sucks”

Keith couldn’t get into them. Curtis called out from the kitchen though he didn’t need to

“I am sorry that I’ve remained in Platt. Staying with you is the most at easy I’ve felt in some time”

“That’s because it’s your official second home now. I mean, Keith is my boyfriend and it’s his home and your dating and his brother, but even if you weren’t, you’re always welcome there”

Keith stabbed at the fried tomatoes on his plate

“It’s my home?”

“Dah. I don’t have to hide who I am now. The only reason I have to leave is to either be with you or because I’m on the run. Pidge is moulding into the sofa again. She wasn’t there yesterday, but that’s because I left before she got up. I didn’t tell them about the mission. I’m still not okay with my house being “Amateur Hunters-R-us””

“They haven’t given up?”

Lance rested his chin back on his knee. Keith didn’t like that the others were investigating, yet there wasn’t much he could that wouldn’t get them into spades of trouble

“Nope. Oh, and guess what, Pidge now what’s to do a video explaining ghost hoaxes on top of all the stuff they’re already doing. She wanted me to do the effects because I’m so fast”

“That doesn’t sound fun”

“I’ll take a night of discomfort over a night of them investigating any day of the year”

“They’re still being cautious right?”

“No one’s turned up on my doorstep yet to tell them to stop, so I assume so... It’s not like they have a lot to really work on”

That was a relief. As long as they didn’t dig too close to Lotor’s affairs then they should remain relatively safe

“Are you headed back after we see Lotor?”

“Kind of have to. I want to see Mami though. She didn’t want me coming back if you weren’t with me. I think she likes you better than me”

Keith couldn’t work out how that was possible. Not when Krolia hadn’t tried to talk to him and she was his own mother

“I doubt it”

“I don’t. She literally told me not to come back without you”

Lance’s pout carried in his tone

“Do you want me to come?”

“Only if you want to. I’m hoping to take her to mass this afternoon but I know that isn’t your thing”

“Maybe we could meet up after?”

Lance offered him as warm smile making Keith’s heart go weird

“I’d really like that”

Heading to VOLTRON after breakfast, Coran greeted them with a bag of blood. Lance happy to eat because damn he was starving. Those weird wings took a lot of energy to put away, and the mission it’s self had been draining. Part of the reason he’d woken up so early was thanks to his hunger. Twisting off the cap of the bag, he fell into step with the group, comfortably beside Keith

“Now. The Blades came by last night to examine both items. I’ve taken small samples and photographed everything. Krolia and Kolivan will both be present as you talk to Lotor. I did try to dissuade them, but both of them were stubborn. Lotor is already here, Allura is currently with him”

Lance nodded at Coran’s words. It made sense they’d want to be there to gauge Lotor’s reaction. He still felt dirty about stealing from a nun, even if she was long gone. Religion had been such a big part of his life for so long, and the woman deserved to have her items treated with respect. Walking through to the conference room, Krolia and Kolivan were suited up like Keith and Shiro were. Lance feeling instantly nervous at the sight of Krolia and somewhat wary about being shot again

“This is where I leave you. I’ll wait on Coran’s office”

Curtis should have been allowed in if Lance had his way, but he understood that thanks to his curse Curtis couldn’t speak freely and may reveal too much. It wasn’t fair on him. He was a great guy and Lance missed him around the house. He hadn’t offered Curtis to come back thanks to his budding relationship with Shiro. That and the fact the others were snooping into Lotor at home. He didn’t want to put Curtis in danger, despite him being a hunter and all that. And he kind of thought it might be triggering for Curtis seeing he’d been cursed by werewolves. Quickly draining half a bag of blood, Lance passed it over to Curtis

“Can you look after this until we’re done? I feel like Lotor wouldn’t approve of me drinking out a blood bag”

“Sure thing. Good luck in there”

“Thanks. I think I’m going to need it”

The first thing Lotor did was look him up and down. Lotor was in a different suit, Lance in the same one he’d worn the day before with one of Keith’s shirts instead of his own. Sitting directly across from Lotor, Kolivan placed down the Bible and locket in front of Lance, Lance then sliding them across the table to Lotor. Calmly picking up the locket, Lotor crushed it in his fist, smiling as he did

“Thank you for that. I had hoped you’d be successful”

Dropping the balled up piece of metal, there was no recovering the locket or what had been inside

“You mean you’re happy to see we can be trusted, though it was so simple it was barely worth our time”

Lance sounded bored. Lotor’s ego may of gotten the better of him the previous day, today was a new day and he was letting his ego flare

“My generals will be rather disappointed, they of course thought you’d run home with your tail between your legs”

“Your generals don’t know me. What you mean to say is that you thought I’d run home”

Lotor smiled

“Perhaps. You of course know either item had any particular meaning”

“I know you like to fuck with people you think lesser than yourself”

“After yesterday it is refreshing to see such unguarded hostility. You’re not quite the quivering little lamb you lead on”

Lance let go on his ego, letting his teeth and nails extend. Beside him both Allura and Keith drew away slightly

“Not when it comes to what belongs to me. We completed your first task. You said you had two”

“All business makes for a rather dull conversation”

“A dull conversation with a dull partner. I hardly see why you’re called “The Prince of Europe”. Honestly, what do you gain from sending us to do mere grunt work? I see no ensured mutual destruction in last night actions”

Lotor laughed, wiping a fake tear from his cheek. Lance was starting to feel the same dreaminess as the previous day, but wasn’t about to let his concentration slip

“You are most entertaining. Very well, for the laugh I shall give you your second task. This one is for you and Allura. You are to go collect something much more interesting this time...”

Lotor drew a black business card from his pocket, sliding it over to Lance

“... These are the details of the address. A companion will be require for entry, and perhaps a change of dress... Some sense of something more fashionable then this current off the rack ensemble”

“Something gaudy would be insulting to the senses. When are we expected?”

Lotor was ruffled at Lance’s dislike of his fugly purple suit. The suit was only ugly because Lance had a fair idea that it was a useless show of money

“This Wednesday night. If you miss your opportunity, there won’t be a second one. Dress your companion accordingly”

Nope. Keith wasn’t dressing like a scantily clad pet. He’d ask his boyfriend what he was comfortable and they’d go from their

“I will dress my companion how I please. If that is all, then there is no need to waste further time on this”

“On that we agree. Leash and muzzle will be acceptable”

Keith wasn’t being muzzled. He wouldn’t be Lance’s first choice as a “companion” purely because he loved Keith as an independent person. His boyfriend wouldn’t let him go on a mission with Allura without him tagging along. Waving his hand airily, he enjoyed knowing he was getting right under Lotor’s skin. It was easier dealing with Lotor when his ego decided it didn’t like how Lotor made him feel so had to play up

“Such tacky taste. You would have thought our people would have moved past such archaic things. Never mind. We’ll be there”

“Then we have an agreement. Allura, absolutely lovely to see you again. I do hope to see you again quite soon. Lance... everyone else... thank you for your... time”

Allura offered to walk Lotor out, Lance sighing as Lotor left the room and he was able to lean back in his chair. He didn’t like how hard it was to keep his head with Lotor around. Being in the room with another vampire was exhausting

“What was that?”

Lance sighed again. Kolivan sounded kind of annoyed

“That’s what happens when you put two vampires in the same room”

“You were supposed to question him, not insult him”

“Yeah. Well. If you couldn’t tell me ego was talking for the most part”

Keith reached out and placed his hand on Lance’s

“You did good, babe. I’m not keen to dress as a pet again”

“I don’t want you dressed as pet either. We’ll need to look the part, but I figured for the most part I’d let you... no, sorry. I hate my stupid poxy ego. You’re not my pet and I don’t ever want you to feel like that. What I mean is, you can pick what you want to wear...”

“You’d know better than I do how pets dress”

“And you’re not a pet. I don’t like the idea of you having to dress like one”

Keith squeezed his leg comfortingly

“I’ll be okay. What’s on the card?”

The black business card was to a lower vampire club called “Club D-L-A”. The name in silver cursive. On the back was the club hours, leaving the card as probably their ticket in there, not that he’d have much trouble. Passing it over to Keith, Krolia intercepted

“We’ll send agents in to watch over you”

They’d be made on the spot. Not only would they be new faces, they’d be new faces the same night as other new faces

“No. Don’t. They’ll be made by scent. A place like this means you’ve got to be dead to be there, or a pet. Allura isn’t human, so she’d pass. Werewolves in a vampire club would be problematic. I’ll get us in, and I’ll keep Keith safe. Babe, I know you hate it, but we’ll have to go shopping... and I’ll have to get another suit. I think I offended him by wearing this one twice”

“I think it looks good on you”

His boyfriend was the sweetest. Keith shouldn’t have to put up with his ego. Krolia sounded cheerful as she invited herself along

“Then we should go today. We can fit your clothing with tracking, audio and visual”

Keith’s gaze flicked up to his mother

“Lance and I have plans today”

“Plans more important than your mission”

“Yes”

Lance’s heart was warmed at the thought Keith considered Mami so important

“We can go tomorrow?”

“No. You wanted to see Miriam today...”

“But this is important”

“So is she. Maybe we could go after?”

That’d be undoing the whole going to church thing. Keith needed a muzzle and collar... which meant a trip to the closest adult store

“Why don’t we visit Lance’s mother together. I would love to meet the mother of the man dating my son”

Keith snapped at his mother

“You can’t invite yourself along”

Lance didn’t want Keith and Krolia fighting...

“Babe, we’re not going to win this argument. Krolia, we planned to take Miriam to church. If you’d prefer, we can meet after?”

“Who doesn’t love a good visit to church? I’ll pick you both up after Keith has changed. Let’s say, half an hour in front of your apartment building? Good? Good. I’ll drive”

Yay... Keith was going to be cranky for the rest of the day... He’d done it this time.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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ongaku-ato-kakikomi · 5 years

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Could we get a continuation on the proposal head cannon with wedding head cannon

(A/N): Here you go, hun. I hope you’ll like these headcanons

Miranda Vanderbilt:

○ If you think you’re not getting the most expensive wedding in the entire universe, you’re wrong.

○ Miranda is a princess who wants everything to be perfect and traditional, so she’s gonna get what she wants.

○ That means classic cake, classic white dress, ‘90s dance hits, and abundance of food and a pretty venue… but all of it upgraded to an even higher level.

○ And you know some of her servants have died because of minor mistakes

○ The wedding is obviously going to happen back into her palace, with her royal family and subjects.

○ Of course, your own family and friends are invited, because she wants you to be happy too.

○ You and Miranda spend the whole morning separated because she takes this very seriously and doesn’t want to bring your wedding any bad luck.

○ “We can’t see each other yet! Or else the universe will doomed us!”

○ You find it rather cute, and so despite wanting to see her and hold her close, you do what she says and prepare in another room than hers.

○ Her serfs are the one doing your hair and makeup, and they’re doing an amazing job at it.

○ It doesn’t take long for you to start stressing about everything, because it’s the happiest day of your life and anything could go wrong.

○ But every worry disappears when you see her in her white dress, her eyes sparkling brighter than the sun.

○ You’re not even scared by her father accompanying her beside her, because all you can see is her.

○ And when you both say “I do”, you couldn’t be happier.

○ She cries when you say your vows, and she barely manages to say hers.

○ It’s a very traditional wedding, but it’s the most beautiful one that had ever existed.

○ And thanks to Miranda, you have ten photo albums to remember it together.

Damien LaVey:

○ You already know that this wedding is gonna happen in Hell, so it’s not gonna be a normal one.

○ Damien loves dark and creepy things, and maybe you do too, so the wedding’s theme is gonna be dark and absolutely amazing.

○ No torturing happening around as to not disturb anything, because Damien might love torturing souls, but he loves you more.

○ Although… torturing souls might be part of one of the reception’s activities… but shhh

○ The classic wedding song where you march towards your future spouse is definitely played in a metal genre, because why the hell not?

○ Also your wedding dress is a dark black that matches perfectly with Damien’s tuxedo (if you’re wearing a dress, that is).

○ It’s a dress (or tuxedo) that he helped you picked out because he has a great sense of style and there’s no way he’s gonna let his other half walk around wearing garbage.

○ So yeah, he doesn’t care about the bad and good luck myths of weddings.

○ “I’m the Prince of Hell, babe. Our wedding is gonna go exactly like we planned it or I’ll lose it.”

○ He’s the one who did your hair and makeup, which almost took forever because he wanted it to be perfect in both his and your eyes, but you’re really glad you got to spend most of the morning with him.

○ One of his dads happily marched with you, and the other one took care of binding your souls together.

○ Yes. Binding your souls. This is a hardcore version of marriage, you have to deal with it.

○ You’re more than glad though, because you couldn’t imagine binding your soul to anyone else and neither does he.

○ It’s a wedding that everyone will remember, not only because of how different and edgy it is, but also because of how much love you two showed each other.

Scott Howl:

○ Your wedding would be big and somewhere in the outdoors, preferably in the woods, because Scott’s family is absolutely gigantic and every single one of the members is a werewolf.

○ It’s something that you had anticipated in the preparation of the wedding, along with the menu that you knew would need to be very meaty because of them, and so your wedding was perfectly arranged to welcome a hundred of hungry werewolves.

○ Scott was very grateful that you didn’t complain about the things you had to do because of his family, and you could see that he was very happy with everything you had done.

○ Because let’s face it, Scott wouldn’t be able to help you prepare the wedding properly.

○ Why? Probably because he would lose his concentration after five seconds and go play with a random butterfly he spotted earlier.

○ But you love him and you know he wants to help, so you include him in every little thing you have to do without actually expecting him to do any work.

○ And despite all the struggle to get it done…

○ … everything was worth it in the end.

○ You felt so happy when you finally marched towards your one true love, the forest welcoming you with bright colors and an amazing smell while the sun felt warm against your skin.

○ But the best part was seeing Scott looking right back at you, a wide smile on his lips while his eyes watered in happiness.

○ Everything was absolutely perfect, even with his cousins whistling and screaming at you two to just kiss already (even though you haven’t even started the ceremony yet), and the whole crowd erupted in huge acclamations when you did kiss.

○ Then the whole wedding turned to this huge family party with lots of wine and upbeat music, the children chasing after each other in a wild game of tag.

○ But you didn’t care, because those people were now your family too.

○ And you couldn’t be happier to be part of Scott’s future.

Liam de Lioncourt:

○ You were already so happy that Liam wanted to marry you despite how cliché it was, you didn’t want to give him something that would make him feel uncomfortable.

○ So you crossed the ‘big princess wedding’ off of your list and instead prepared a small one with him, with only a few members of your families and friends.

○ You didn’t mind that at all, because you’ve proved each other multiple times that your love is your own, and you have absolutely nothing to prove to anyone.

○ And big or a small wedding isn’t gonna change the fact that you’re promising to love each other for eternity.

○ But Liam knows you always wanted a beautiful wedding, and so he rents a small venue and actually invests time with you into picking flowers and colors.

○ It’s a beautiful compromise between the two of you so that you can both be happy with it.

○ The fact that it’s a small wedding makes it all so much more intimate and special to the two of you.

○ You were so beautiful to his eyes that Liam felt compelled to compliment you the whole day, without caring about how lovey-dovey he might have sound.

○ It’s his wedding day, it’s the one day he gets to be as romantic and cliché as he wants without getting judged.

○ Also, Liam is lowkey the best dancer in the entire universe and you have difficulties to follow him sometimes

○ While your friends are getting drunk at the reception, you would probably sneak out without getting noticed to have some alone time, and go to a secret spot where you had one of your first dates.

○ It’s just a cute and adorable wedding that warms both of your heart, no matter how hard you might cringe in a couple of hundred years.

Polly Geist:

○ You didn’t get a chance to say one word about the type of wedding you wanted that Polly already screamed something:

○ “Let’s have a beach wedding!”

○ She then went on to all the good things that come with a beach wedding: first off, a beach, then the ocean, also the bright and warm sun, and finally, the huge possibility to make the most amazing beach party of all the time.

○ It didn’t take long for you to agree with her (mostly because you knew she wouldn’t stop talking about it if you didn’t agree), and the two of you went on to prepare the wedding.

○ Somehow Polly’s the one who takes care of almost everything.

○ She’s very passionate about your upcoming wedding and she wants it to be absolutely perfect for both you and her.

○ Though, she hides it with well-played jokes, but you always manage to see right through her.

○ You think it’s sweet that she cares so much, and you trust her with all of your heart, so you let her manage everything.

○ Turns out she prepared the most beautiful beach wedding you could ever ask for, both of you holding hands the whole time the judge was marrying you.

○ You loved feeling the breeze in your hair and smelling the salty water, but what you loved the most was the passion in Polly’s eyes.

○ She actually becomes a blushy mess when she says her vows, scared that she’s gonna mess it up.

○ It’s so adorable, you can’t help but give her lips a small kiss.

○ “Wait, you’re not married yet!”

○ That outburst from the judge made everyone laugh.

○ But it cheers you hear when you finally share a passionate kiss.

○ Then music had blaster all around and people with trays full of drinks arrived.

○ “Hell yeah! Now let’s get this party started!”

Vera Oberlin:

○ Let’s be clear, she’s the one who took charge of everything.

○ This is her wedding, it’s gonna be as perfect as she wants it to be.

○ Of course you reminded her that it’s your wedding too, and so she included you in some of the wedding stuff.

○ But you know she loves you and wants your happiness, so you were a hundred percent sure you would love the wedding she’s planning.

○ And you were right.

○ Much like Damien, the wedding’s theme is very dark.

○ The decoration is a Victorian-style exploiting somber colors, and sinister music is played during the ceremony.

○ She can tell you really like it and she’s so glad.

○ Also, very much like Liam, it’s a rather small wedding, which doesn’t surprise you.

○ Because Vera made a lot of enemies in the past and doesn’t want any of them to ruin her day.

○ But also because she doesn’t know a lot of people she would want to share this incredible moment with.

○ Aside from you, her family and a couple of friends, there’s no need for anyone else.

○ She says her vows first, like she told you when she proposed, and you can’t help but cry at them.

○ It makes her feel proud because she worked really hard on her vows, but also, she’s happy that she managed to make you feel all of her love for you.

○ She also almost cries when you say yours.

○ Almost.

○ It might be her wedding day, but she’s still Vera Oberlin and she will not cry in front of people.

○ The wedding ends up being sinisterly beautiful, and you wouldn’t trade it for any other wedding in the world.

○ Because it’s a wedding where you get to have Vera as your wife, and that’s the only thing you could ever ask for.

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beatersdoitbetter · 4 years

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A Lion and her Lamb

Ember laughed, lips pressed against pulsing heat as the thighs underneath her hands began to relax back down from the stiffness she’d caused in them. She flicked her tongue out one last time, making her girlfriend shudder, before pressing back upwards out from under the covers of Anne’s bed. She grinned down at the small blonde, her lips and chin wet, hair an absolute nightmare from sleep, but her eyes were twinkling. The redhead had discovered that Anne was more than pleased when she was woken up this way, so Ember had taken to sneaking down under the blankets some mornings to gently stir the blonde awake with her mouth instead of simply giving her a shake or kissing at her face. A soft kiss was pressed to Anne’s lips then, sloppy with her own arousal before Ember was pulling away again. She held a gentle bare hand to her girlfriend’s cheek, stroking it with her thumb as she admired the beautiful face she adored so very much. “Morning, babe.”

It had been two-ish glorious months that the pair of Gryffindors had been together as much more than just friends, and oh god, how Ember loved it. They ate together, slept together in one or the other of their respective beds, cuddled up in the common room, took walks outside holding hands despite the chill of winter air, met between classes during which Ember insisted on carrying Anne’s things for her, and oh god, the sex. If Ember had ever thought she had an overwhelmingly strong libido, it was nothing compared to her girlfriend’s. The redhead had been pulled into broom closets, taunted under tables, and pinned down against a mattress more times than she could count at this point, and she relished every moment of it. Anne was a much more wild creature than she ever appeared to be to anyone else, her eyes sparkling with mischief on a regular basis. Bruises the shape of Anne’s lips decorated the column of Ember’s pale throat as well as her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Ember gave Anne plenty as well, but had to be much more careful with her own mouth than the small blonde did. One nip of her teeth was dangerous, after all, even outside of the full moon. It wouldn’t cause Anne to change, but it would taint her blood enough to give her wolfish tendencies as well as a permanent scar, something Ember wanted to avoid as much as possible.

The redhead was so worried about her own scars, that she’d refused to fully remove her shirt even for Anne. She had, just that once, the night they’d first made love to one another, but ever since then, it stayed on, much to Anne’s dismay. Ember was perfectly willing to take off her bra, to raise her shirt up so her girlfriend could get to her breasts, but her back had to remain covered at all times, her fear of Anne seeing what Ember saw as a disgusting section of her body still very strong. What if Anne saw it and decided she didn’t think Ember so beautiful anymore? Or worse, she couldn’t handle it and broke up with her? She wouldn’t even allow Anne to touch the bare skin there, worried about the fact that her scars were still raised, but then, that was how werewolf injuries worked. They took forever to heal, and even then, would always remain as a blemish upon the skin.

“Are you ready to be my Valentine?” Ember asked with a grin, tongue dashing out to lap up the side of Anne’s face before she was pulling back again. She tossed the blankets off, wearing nothing but her shirt and shifted, tugging the curtains on the side of Anne’s bed open just enough to let her legs dangle. She bent, grabbing up the jeans she’d discarded on the floor the night before and began tugging them up her legs, not caring if any of Anne’s dorm mates saw. At first, it had been awkward, trying not to let themselves be seen, but now, neither girl gave much of a shit to be honest. They both had good silencing charms around their beds, so, despite the obvious, all the other girls would know for certain was that the pair was spending the night together yet again. So far, no one had really said a word, and anyone who had given them a look, had been given one right back by the redhead who most in Gryffindor knew better than to mess with. Ember wasn’t above knocking heads with her broomstick or using her fists of need be, but it was rare and only done when warranted.

Standing to finish doing up her jeans, Ember peeked her head back in the curtains. She moved up the bed a bit, to give Anne another kiss before withdrawing, eyes a bit tired but still shining. It was the full moon tonight, unfortunately. Why couldn’t it have been a different time, like, say, not Valentine’s day? But no, of course not. As luck would have it, the first proper V-day Ember had with an actual girlfriend also fell on a full moon. She’d have to make sure to get Anne back to the castle by the time the sun was setting if she wanted to be able to make it to the shack before the moon properly came into the sky. For now though, the redhead was intent on giving Anne one of the best days she manage, as real of a date as they could get in Hogsmeade. Whatever the little blonde wanted to do, Ember would be game, well, for the most part. “I’m just gonna shower and change real quick and then I’ll meet you in the common room, alright my queen?”

With that, Ember gave Anne once last kiss before leaving the dorm room and heading up the bit of stairs that separated the sixth year landing from the seventh. Ember pushed into her own dorm and made for her trunk, tugging out the outfit she’d already chosen for today. It promised to be cold out, so she’d seriously had to decide between jeans or one of the few skirts she actually owned. On the one hand, she always wore jeans and they would keep her warm, on the other… this was a date! She wanted to look pretty for Anne. So, despite the fact that she’d probably be cold, the redhead had gone with option two, a faded black denim mini-shirt with a fraying edge over some black leggings and a red sweater. She grabbed her clothes and soon, was showered and fixing her hair on her head, trying to figure out what the hell to do with it. Ember wasn’t as skilled as Eveleen or Anne who both had more experience with such things, so she gave up and let it simply hang down before shoving a hat on her head. She doubled checked her coat pocket for her wallet and the little present she’d gotten for Anne before traipsing back downstairs, passing by the sixth year dorm in lieu of the common room as promised. It wasn’t very crowded at the moment, mostly younger students who weren’t too particular about the holiday. Ember leaned up against the wall, hands in her pockets as she waited patiently for Anne to join her.

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mirrorballparkers · 5 years

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𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 ❦ 𝐩.𝐩

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞; 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫.

authors note; idk what i’m doing i’m tired but i really loved this and worked hard on it so lol enjoy my babes

wc; 2.3k

“baby, stop pacing on the bench, come sit down and let me hold your hand.”

hearts racing. the sound of muffled singing around you. sheet music flying everywhere; yep, it was musical audition season, and you were paralyzed with trepidation - if only you could skip this heinous step, you wouldn’t feel an anchor weighing into your chest. thankfully, you had your safe place with you; peter parker.

every october for the last three years you had been attending the halls of midtown high, you would go through the same process every time; and every time it felt like this: sweaty palms, a giant water bottle in one hand and your character shoes/music sheets in the other, and a giant, papered number taped to your chest as you dwindle in the outside corridor of the schools auditorium, awaiting for your set of numbers to be called.

“shh,” you hold a hand up, well down to peters level, he was sitting criss-cross on the bench, picking at one of the flowers in the pot standing beside him. you were currently on the little stairway ledge, pacing back and forth slowly, also trying to retrieve some peace and serenity to replace the utter apprehensive feeling in your entire body. it was flowing through you uncomfortably, you felt like you couldn’t properly speak or move. your whole mind was fixated on this one audition, this one chance to show off your passion for the arts. “i can't concentrate, pete. i have to memorize this particular bar,”

you thrived in the arts, everyone knew so, peter knew so; but the one thing you didn’t exactly have the best luck with, was auditioning for said production. each year, you’d go into the audition, feeling great; once you stood in front of the director of the show, along with the other staff involved, you froze completely. a deer caught in the headlights. after every audition, you wound up coming out of the auditorium paralyzed in terror and chagrin; thinking that what could’ve been your best, was the worst.

you had the worst luck at auditions, yet you always prevail and get into the show, but this year you wanted to be different; so you figured, asking your boyfriend, who also was your best friend if anything, could be your moral support.

peter parker would do anything for his favorite person, especially when he recognized the angelic talent you showcased. to him, you were already a star. you were his star. in a result of agreeing to go with you, he prepped for the evening in advance; bringing you tea to school, making sure you were on vocal rest, asking you how you were feeling, sitting with you while you rehearsed in the choir room like a soft, patient puppy. his tantalizing eyes pouring into your heart, he felt like he was witnessing something so ethereal like, something astronomical and out of this world.

each note that came out of you, would form into a pretty flower and go right into his heart. he would listen to every word, feel every word.

“your voice is a pure fairytale,” he'd mutter, leaning close to you, your hearts performing their own duet, a beautiful harmony.

peter sighs and gets up from the bench, flower still twirling between his index finger and thumb, the flower was almost as pretty as you. nothing ever came close, though.

“you know,” he holds his free hand out, offering to help you down, “all you need is courage, baby girl.”

“great advice, maybe i won’t come out wanting to puke.” you scoff, holding onto peters hand as you carefully jump down from the little ledge.

“you won’t puke,” peter chuckles, leaning close to you as he brushes some hair out of your face.

“but i’ll be horrendous, pete.”

peters eyes gaze into yours. he couldn’t fathom how someone like you could be real, standing in front of him. you were truly a fairytale. a true, given talent, and he wished you knew that and felt that way about yourself

“baby bug, what’s going on inside your head, hmm? why is my love so worked up?” he quips, holding your cheek with his hand, you nuzzle deeper into it, feeling that security. you always felt calm with peter, he was your security blanket. he believed in you when nobody else did, talked to you, listened to you; he was with you no matter what. normally, peter wouldn’t be this affection in public, but he felt like it today. not like you would oblige.

“just don’t want to fail. 'm quite over it, it's exhausted.”

because you were best friends and soulmates, peter could feel everything you were feeling. he could feel the anchor on your entire body, weighing you down into that deep, dark hole of negativity. all he had to do was pull you out of it, and hold you close. and tell you how wonderful you were, and that was easy.

“you…” peter sighs, becoming incoherent because he was so mesmerized by how extraordinary you were, how angelic and adroit you were. “have this ability to just…make people feel things, you don’t even have to try, you just do it. when you sing to me, i feel so many things,”

“i hope they’re good things..”

peter had a goofy grin, causing you to gasp playfully and poke his side, so he refrained from saying anything silly. but he was glad that he made you laugh. “yes, they’re good things,”

you smile, finally, which makes peters lips curl into his adorable smile as well. he looks over at the flower he was still subconsciously twirling, them looks over at you.

“i just wanna do well..” you sigh, blowing some air out. “my chest feels like it has a bubble. i’ve been rehearsing these songs for weeks.”

peter looks into your eyes again, and brushes some hair out of your face, then tucks the flower behind your ear.

of course, you blushed, peter always made you blush, which happened to be one of the cutest sights. “w-why’d you do that?”

peter intertwines his hands with yours, then holds them to his heart.

“i-i know i can’t go in there with you. one it’s..kind of weird like i don’t sing and i don’t think two people can literally audition together, but i figured…if i give you that little flower, you’d kind of have a little bit of me on that stage with you?”

you cup his cheek, rubbing it with your thumb, “i don’t know how i’d do anything without you with me, pete. thank you.”

“hey,” peter giggles awkwardly, wondering how he spoke so smoothly, “well, i’m your pete. i always will be; now go get em’.” he leans forward, pecking your lips softly, his sweet lips lingering over yours for just a few seconds. tasted like gummies, which wasn’t unpredictable at all.

“you’ll be right hereafter, right? you’re not leaving?” you bounce on the balls of your feet, looking back at the doors of the auditorium. it was quite haunting at night; all the lights were dim, some weren’t even on, or they were glitching - that didn’t make you feel safe, it made you feel quite decrepit and vulnerable.

“i’ll be right here, and guess what? i’ll have all the hugs you could ever imagine,” peter pokes your cheek.

“just for me?” you bite the bottom of your lip.

“just for you,” peter kisses your cheek. “go break a leg, superstar. but not literally, please. my baby can’t be hurt.”

(no matter how many times you told peter it was a theatre term, not real, he would never believe it.) you nod, giving him a swift hug before heading into the auditorium.

a little bit of peter with you was all you ever needed. ❦

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