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neilswife · 3 years

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Neil x Reader SMUT

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This is not apart of my mini series. Just something I felt like the world needed more of.

This was also inspired by @littleblackdressxx . Thank you for the lovely work🥰

Warnings: Extremely smutty!!!! Please don’t read if you aren’t comfortable with that!!

Y/N’s POV

I put the finishing touches on my makeup as I let out a long sigh. My friends were forcing me to go out to a new club that just opened up downtown. I hated going out to places like that to be looked at like a piece of meat by drunk, horny men.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a short, velvet black dress, with red heals and a leather jacket. I felt good about myself. All I wanted to do was have a few drinks and then go home and watch a few movies.

I touched up my hair and sprayed some perfume just as my friend Rachel called me. She told me that they were here and that I better look hot. I groaned before ending the call and grabbing my purse.

I quickly shut the door to my apartment and headed out of the building. My friends were all waiting for me in the car.

Our friend, Maddie was driving tonight since she has work in the morning. “You know I could have drove.” I said as I got in the back seat with Rachel and Annie. “You always drive. You need time to relax and let loose!” Lilly said from the front seat. I rolled my eyes and sat back.

“You look hot. You’re going to have a great time tonight. Who knows, you may even meet the love of your life.” Annie said to me as Maddie began driving towards our destination. “Yeah right.” I laughed.

We got to the club in 20 minutes. Us five girls got out of the car and headed into the large building. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself.

I walked right up to the bar and got myself a martini. Rachel, Annie, and Lilly all got their drinks and we made our way through the crowd of sweaty people to a table on the other side of the room.

“This place is so cool!” Rachel shouted over the music. We all nodded. I had to admit, they made this place look great. High top tables, regular tables, two bars, a dance floor, and a killer DJ.

Maddie came over with a handful of tiny glass cup. “This ones on me, ladies.” She smiled at us. I stared down at the liquid in front of me. We’re doing shots now? Great. Annie squealed and grabbed the glass as soon as Maddie put it down.

We all took the shots and laughed at each other’s faces. “God, I can’t get over the taste of vodka.” I grimaced. They all laughed at me when Lilly said, “Let’s grab another drink and dance!” I relunctantly got up and went back to the bar. This time, looking for something stronger.

“Jack and coke please.” I shouted over the music. As I was getting my drink, I noticed a man down the bar. He was wearing a gray suit and had dirty blonde hair that was slicked back. He was with another man who had a beard and a woman with dark hair.

I guess I was staring for too long because we locked eyes at one point. He smiled at me and I returned it. Wow, he’s really cute. “Here you go!” The bartender said as he slid the drink in front of me. “This ones on the house.” He smiled. I replied thank you and joined my friends on the dance floor. This was going to be a long night.

We danced and danced all night. I was finally tipsy enough that I was getting loose, as Lilly would say. I took Annie’s hands and we danced and spun around like idiots. I was happy they forced me to go with them, I needed this.

Soon I felt a pair of hands snake around my waist. I looked back and saw an older man with dark hair and was obviously drunk. “Hey babygirl.” He whispered in my ear. I let out an awkward laugh before I started to move away.

The man caught my arm and pulled me into him. “Now where do you think you’re going? Leaving me here without a dance?” He said. “Uh, I’m not really looking to dance with anyone right now. I should probably find my friends. Maybe another time.” I said while trying to get out of the situation.

“I don’t think so sweetie,” He began. He gripped my waist and pulled me close, “You’re coming with me.” He whispered. “Please just let me go.” I started saying while trying to push away. His grip only got tighter and it was beginning to hurt. “Please just leave me alone!” I shouted over the music. He wouldn’t budge.

His hands roamed my body and he pushed himself closer to me. I was getting really anxious and upset that tears started to form in my eyes. “Excuse me, I think she asked you politely to let her go.” I heard someone say behind me.

I turned my head slightly to see the man from the other end of the bar. “Would you leave us alone? She likes this.” The man grumbled. “I’m pretty sure she said to leave her alone.” The dirty blonde haired man said in a thick British accent while putting his hand on the mans shoulder.

The man looked at me and then the British guy a few times. “Do you know him?” He asked me. “Yes I do.” I whimpered. “I’m her boyfriend. And I’m gonna say it nicely one more time, let her go.” He said while staring at the man.

He scoffed and pushed me into my mysertous hero. “You can have her. She’s no fun anyways.” He growled and walked away. It took me a minute to catch my breath, but when I did I turned to look at him.

“Thank you.” I said while wiping under my eyes. I let a few tears slip and didn’t want to mess up my makeup. “Don’t worry about it. He should have let you go the first time you tried to walk away.” He spoke. “You saw the whole thing?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for not stepping in earlier.” He said while he reached up to rub the back of his neck. “N-no! Thank you for stepping in at all.” I responded with a small smile. “I’m Y/N.” I added while sticking my hand out. “Neil.” He replied while shaking my hand. “Do you want me to give you a ride home?” He asked. I nodded my head and followed him out of the club.

My friends would understand if I told them I left with an attractive stranger. I sent them a quick text in the groupchat and told them I would explain in the morning.

I probably shouldn’t be getting in the car with this guy, but I had a weird urge to just trust him. He opened the passenger door for me and helped me in. Soon he got in the drivers seat and asked me for my address. I gave him the directions and we left the club.

“So, Neil, what do you do for a living?” I asked, just trying to make small talk. “Well Y/N, I actually work for a government group.” He stated. I giggled at the way he mocked me. “That’s cool.” I responded. I saw him look over at me with a small smile. He asked me the same question and we went on for about 15 minutes until he pulled up at my apartment complex.

“Would you mind walking me in? I just, I’m just still shaken up from earlier.” I mumbled. “Of course.” He replied with a cheeky grin. I couldn’t help but smile back. It was infectious. We both got out and made our way to my apartment.

“You can come in if you would like.” I said as I got the door open. “I don’t want to intrude.” He responded. “You’re not intruding, please! The least I could do is get you a cup of coffee for saving me.” I said as I walked in. I heard him follow after me and shut the door gently.

I made us each a cup of coffee and we sat at my table. “Sorry, I’m still a little drunk.” I giggled. He smiled at me and replied, “It’s okay, love. You were at a club. I didn’t expect you to not be.” He snickered. I felt butterflies in my stomach from his nickname for me.

We got to talking and somehow through our conversations, our chairs moved closer and closer. He was showing me pictures of all the places he has been to for work and how beautiful the scenery was in some of those places.

I stared at the pictures in awe. If my job sent me to those places, I don’t think I would ever come home. Neil was scrolling through as I looked up at him. I stared at his jawline and his lips. He was so hot and he saved me. The butterflies in my stomach from him adding “love” or “darling” to the end of his sentences every so often we’re making me feel like a teenager again.

My eyes kept flicking down to his lips and then, without thinking obviously, I kissed him. It took him a second, but he kissed back. After a few moments Neil pulled away and looked at me. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I shoul-” I began but was cut off by his lips on mine again.

I kissed back hungrily. My hands went into his hair and his snaked around my waist. He pulled me closer to him and I was inches away from sitting on his lap. I broke away and stood up, while extending my hand. He took it and I led him into my bedroom.

When we entered, I turned around and smashed my lips onto his again. He kissed back and walked me over to my bed. Neil pushed me down in a sort of gentle, but rough way. He got on top of me and kissed me again, slipping his tongue inside my mouth.

He slowly bit my bottom lip and growled. I moaned at his actions and his hands gripped my waist. My hands started reaching for his belt when he grabbed them. He shook his head and was about to say something when I cut him off. “I want this. I’m not drunk enough to want to regret this in the morning.” I whispered.

Neil looked at me with dark eyes before he started to attack my neck with licks and bites. I moaned and rubbed my hands up and down his back. One of his hands grabbed both of mine and held them above my head tightly.

His lips began making their way down my body. He reached my chest where I was almost fully exposed. He let go of my hands briefly to go behind me and unzip my dress.

I slipped off the dress and was left in a black lace bra and a matching thong. “You’re wearing to much clothes.” I groaned. He smirked at me before sitting up. I slipped off the gray suit jacket and began to unbutton his white shirt. Neil undid his tie and laid it gently next to my head. “I’ll be using that later, princess.” He growled into my ear as I finally finished unbuttoning his shirt.

I looked at his body and wow. He was so muscular and toned everywhere. I had to cross my legs to creat some kind of friction because this man was just so sexy. Neil noticed and his hands found their way to my thighs. He pushed them apart slightly and frowned.

“Don’t do that princess. You’ll ruin all the fun.” He whispered while taking in my body. His lips met mine again and I moaned into the kiss. His hands roamed my body. “You are so beautiful, Y/N.” He moaned against my lips.

My heart fluttered as he said my name. His lips moved from my lips to my neck, down to my chest. He reached behind me and unclipped my bra swiftly. Damn, I knew he would be good at this.

He began licking and sucking the exposed skin and my hands found their way into his hair once more. I heard him let out a low growl before a growled and grabbed my hands.

Neil reached behind me and grabbed his tie that got mixed up in the mess. He slowly tied my hands together and whispered in my ear, “Told you I would be using this later.”

I was soaked at this point. “These, stay up there until I say so. Got it?” He said dominantly. I nodded my head.

“Words, princess.” He added while caressing my face and slipping a finger in my mouth. “Yes, Neil.” “Good girl.” He kissed me and his mouth found my boobs.

He nipped and squeezed in all the right places. I moaned and bucked my hips into his before he gripped my waist and pushed me down forcefully. “Patience, is a virtue, love.” He growled.

His lips started to leave wet kisses down my body. I looked down at him and we locked eyes as his face was right next to my hip bone. “Ah. What are we going to do with these?” He teased while slipping a finger under the waist band of my thong and letting it snap back down.

I whimpered. I just wanted him to touch me. Neil began kissing and licking everywhere but the place I needed him most. “Neil, I- p-please!” I moaned.

“Please what, darling? Tell me what you want.” He smirked with dark eyes. I moaned again. “Please, please just touch me.” I whined.

“As you wish.” He mumbled while slipping my thong down my thighs slowly. He maintained eye contact and his face got closer and closer to my dripping core. I whimpered as I watched him kiss closer and closer to my pussy.

He rubbed my inner thighs and blew on spots he bit. Neil got closer and closer to my center and I was soaked. Soon, I felt his finger in my folds. “Did I do this to you princess?” He asked innocently. I nodded again. “Use your words.” He growled. “Yes. Oh my God, yes!” I moaned. “Good.” He responded and slipped his long finger all the way in.

I moaned loudly and saw him smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He pumped his finger slowly before adding another. His two long fingers made me a moaning mess, but that was nothing compared to when his tongue found my clit.

My hips bucked and he pushed them back down. I looked down at him and whimpered. “Is this what you wanted?” He smirked. “Yes.” I moaned. Neil’s tongue worked on my clit while his fingers pumped in and out of me.

He sucked on my clit and added another finger. “Oh my God!” I moaned as my hands flew to his hair, still bounded together. He pulled away immediately and pushed them over my head with one hand as his other teased my pussy. “What did I say princess?” He asked with dark eyes.

I looked at him innocently as he slipped three fingers inside of me while holding my hands above my head. “Don’t be a naughty girl. You know better.” He growled as he made his way back down to my core. His tongue swirled around and did figure eights over and over again.

I was a moaning mess. The way he had this affect on me and I just met him. “Faster, Neil. Please.” I begged. He didn’t answer, but he began speeding up. I moaned loudly and his pace quickened. His tongue moving faster than ever. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach form and I moaned his name.

“Oh my- Fuck! Neil, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned. He went even faster and I felt him groan against my core. My legs began to shake and I moaned. The knot in my stomach bursted and I screamed. He let me ride out my high before bringing his fingers out and licking them clean. “Mmh you taste so good, princess.” He moaned.

He reached up and untied my hands. “Good girl.” He whispered as his lips attached themselves to mine. My hands found themselves in his hair as I flipped us over so I was sitting on his lap. The friction that was created from his pants made me shake since I was still sensitive from prior events.

I pushed him back and started to undo his belt. I pulled his pants and his underwear down and his memeber sprung up. Wow, he was very large. I looked up at him with innocent eyes as I grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly. Neil let out a low moan.

I brought my face closer to his big dick and stuck my tongue out. I licked from the base all the way to the tip slowly. He looked down at me and I smirked at him. “Don’t tease me.” He growled. “Well, that wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” I asked innocently. His hands found their way to my hair and I placed my mouth on his dick.

I began sucking and licking. I tried to fit all of him in my mouth, but he was too big. I spit on my hand and started to jerk off what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. He gripped my hair tightly as I sucked his dick. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and hollowed my cheeks. “Oh my God. Y/N!” Neil moaned and shut his eyes tightly.

I moved faster and I ripped my hand away from his dick as I deepthroated him, earning a growl from the sexy man. I went back to sucking him off and using my hand. My pace quickened and I felt him twitch.

“Princess, you’re so good at this.” Neil moaned again and bucked his hips into my face. I hunmed slightly and looked up at him. He twitched again and he growled, “I’m gonna cum, baby.” I hummed once more and I felt him release his load into my mouth. I let him ride out his high before I took my mouth off his cock and swallowed every last drop of him.

His hand reached up to my face and he slipped his thumb in my mouth. “Such a good girl.” He praised me. Neil flipped us over and kissed me again. I felt his member rub against my entrance and I moaned against his lips. I bucked my hips against his and he pushed me down once again. “Oh, is that what princess wants?” He asked innocently.

I moaned in response. “Words, Y/N.” He growled. “Please Neil. Get inside me.” I moaned. He moaned in response and slipped himself in me.

I moaned loudly and gasped at how he stretched me out. He held himself for a minute to let me get used to his size before moving in and out slowly. Neil moaned into my neck and began leaving more wet kisses.

I scratched his back and moaned. “Oh princess. You’re so tight.” He groaned in my neck. His lips attached themselves with my boobs as he moved in and out. He went fast and then stopped and pulled out. I whimpered at the loss of contact and he smirked at me as he flipped us and said, “Ride me.”

His words alone almost made me cum again. I sat on his lap and guided his dick inside me. Once I was fully sitting, I moaned. I could feel him in my stomach. He was so big. I slowly started to grind my hips against his and put my head in the crook of his neck.

“That’s it princess. Mmm.” He moaned in my ear. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I lifted my head. His lips attached themselves to my neck and began sucking. There would definitely be a hickey there in the morning, but I didn’t care.

His hands found my hips and began moving me faster. We were a moaning mess. Neil pulled his head away from my neck and his hand found it’s way around my throat. “You look so pretty riding me, princess.” He growled and tightened his grip.

The feeling was incredible. I almost came on the spot and he felt my walls clench. He flipped us over and put my on my stomach. He pulled my legs so I was on my knees, arching my back, doggy style. “Mmm.” He said as his member poked at my entrance. He slammed his big cock inside of me and I screamed.

“Your screams are so pretty, baby.” He said as his hands found my hips and slammed into me harder. “Oh, Neil!” I moaned against the pillows. One of his hands reached in front of my and found my clit. “Please!” I whimpered.

His pace quickens and his fingers are working magic on my clit. My walls clenched around his dick and I felt the all too familair knot in my stomach form. “Oh my God. I’m gonna cum.” I whined into the pillows.

“Do it. Cum for me princess.” He growled. His fingers moved in circles faster and faster. Soon, I felt my insides burst as I screamed into the pillows. As soon as my walls clenched and I came around his dick, I felt him slam hard into me.

We both moaned loudly and I felt him cum inside me. We rode out our highs before he pulled out of me and laid besides me. I looked up at him and he peered down at me. His hand found its way to my cheek and he caressed it gently. “Such a good girl.” He praised.

I leaned into his hand and smiled. “That was, amazing.” I said to him. I felt his arms snake around my waist and he whispered, “Yes it was, princess.”

I let my head fall into his chest and I shut my eyes. “Y/N?” Neil asked. “Hmm?” I hummed back. “This may seem upfront, but can I take you on a date tomorrow? I would love to get to know you.” He whispered. “Well if that’s upfront, I don’t know what you would call what just happened.” I joked. He chuckled and looked at me with hopeful eyes.

“Yes, I would love to go on a date with you, Neil.” I responded while looking in his eyes. “Wonderful. He smiled as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips.

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Sixty Eight. Part 4

These Fenty slides have come in handy, they actually match my silky dress “you killed this sis, like really have” Rajad hugged me “awww my baby” kissing his cheek “I have missed you, I’m glad you made it for the party, you think big sis did good yeah” he nodded his head “this party is dope” I cooed out; that means I have done good if Rajad is praising me like this. I think I have done well for myself, and just to see his face and how happy he is about this party, it’s really made me happy to see him that happy. First thing he said was about his dad being in a club, let me get up and greet my in laws actually “I’ll be back” I said to my team as I walked off “Robyn, hi” Joyce is the cutest “awww my mother in law looking cute as ever, I love this dress” hugging her close “oh you smell so good” she really does “thank you sweetie, where is your mother. I can’t see her” moving back from the hug “following Chris around somewhere but I am so glad you came out for his party, to see his little face light up seeing you all” placing my arm around Joyce “I know, he got so happy, but look at you. This is amazing, oh Robyn I can’t wait to see my second grandchild” Joyce is staring at my bump “I am pretty nervous about it actually, giving birth is a part where I’m trying to not think about but it’s making me nervous, a lot” Desean is just staring at me, not sure if it’s me or my boobs, teenage boys “you ok baby?” He blushed instantly “the cutest but I am excited for it, I would like you to come to Cali when I do give birth. There is waiting rooms and stuff, I want both of you to be there. Just like my family will be here so do come” Joyce looked so overjoyed I said that “hi Robyn, you look amazing” I cooed out as Clinton hugged me “thank you, fresh bald head for the party” he bust out laughing “shined too” I can tell it was shined, he looks handsome like his son. Dennis came over to us “let’s take a picture” placing my hands on Desean’ shoulders.

Boys will be boys, they are just being boys and rowdy “Rihanna” Jay hugged me “thank you so much for coming out, you didn’t need too” he stepped back stuffing his hands in his pockets “anything for you, it was good to perform and have a little fun. I just saw your husband actually; he is very excited” I chuckled “are you staying or do you need to go. I know you mentioned that you need to go and couldn’t stay like that, would be nice if you could” he sighed out “for a few drinks I will then I do need to go” I am glad he can “how have you been? I see you are coming far along with the baby; I was telling Bey that Rihanna will be having the baby soon. I can’t believe how far she come in her career and even her personal career. I am so proud of you, but good seeing you in high spirits” hugging Jay again “thank you, it’s been a long time coming. There has been hard times, many of them but I am at a point in my life where I am happy now, I feel ready to even make another album, I am feeling very less negative. My hormones were awful, but I am positive about everything now but thank you for this. I asked and then I was like he’s in New York, what am I doing but you came, Diddy is coming too, crazy enough. Chris has been making friends along the way, he’s loveable” Jay nodded his head “he is, he’s settled in well. Was worried at first because there were issues, but you dealt with that, media are vultures so we need to be careful but you, you stay safe and when you’re ready to come, do that. I can’t wait to meet the future star” placing my hand over my bump “likewise” I sighed out smiling to myself proud.

I have been doing my rounds, saying hi to everyone I can find and have yet to find my husband. He is somewhere and I can hear him, but he is too busy having fun “hey Rih” looking up “oh hey Drake” getting up “no it’s ok sit, how are you?” I remained seated, if I can sit then I will “I am fine, you?” I asked, he pulled a chair up to me “just you seemed to have ignored me and I get it, you probably dislike me for what happened at my place” oh he noticed that “you are here for Chris because he really adores you and the team, best friends you know” I shrugged, I mean he should have known and he is aware on what these bitches like “I have the greatest respect for you; I wouldn’t ever lie to you in any way. I didn’t think India would have done all of that, I did understand that he may have been in some sort of trouble, but I didn’t think India would have done that” a guilty man “you know how these bitches are like, they see my man as fresh blood and he was in that position because of you. Now you have been in the game to know that, I feel like you were testing the waters out to see if he would” Drake shook his head “I promise you no” I don’t believe him “let’s leave it, it is what it is but don’t play with my family or better yet my marriage, I can’t trust you with my husband so he won’t come to your home like that, you put me through shit” Drake’ face softened, didn’t think he would get this kind of reaction “let’s leave it to that” I can vaguely see Chris “hey” I smiled at Chris, he just stared at me and then looked up and pointed up “thank you; what did I deserve to have you, oh my god!” Chris rushed over and leaned over hugging me “thank you, thank you, thank you” he kept kissing my cheek “stop it, enjoy yourself baby, go and party” looking up at him “thank you” nodding my head “I know” pecking his lips.

I am tired just going around saying hi to people, Diddy came, he actually gave us Ciroc for free for this event so of course I invited them “is this the mother corner?” seeing both Majesty and TJ’ son here in the corner, I don’t know how but they are asleep in this loud environment “I peeped you with Drake” sitting next to Mel “you did, well I told him how disappointed I am with him. Chris calls him a friend but you couldn’t protect him from that, he was just giving me shit excuses so I just accepted it and said let’s move on, you’re his friend so there is that” waving my hand “I am over it, he can just next time realise that my husband is faithful, I feel he was testing the waters out, if India didn’t bark he wouldn’t have barked, trust me” Mel’ eyes widened “anyways, moving on. Chris has to give me a foot massage after this, once he is over everything” Mel giggled “well he will do anything for your feet won’t he” Mel winked at me “ma’am” I cackled “don’t start” she needs to not speak another word “shoutout to Rihanna, give it up to her” Pour it Up started playing, I stood up with my virgin cocktail “strip clubs and dollar bills” lifting my drink up singing and then twerked in Mel’ face, shaking my head laughing “I can’t” laughing “I can’t do that to my baby” I laughed “shut up, that baby can wait. The fuck” Yusuf is a bad influence “you’re a mess” I laughed pointing at him “bands make your girl down” I assumed my legs were going to give but I went down and got up without an issue “aye, aye, aye. That’s my girl” these are bad “done!” I spat sitting down, I can’t be like this sober.

Chris’ cars should be arriving soon, I hope soon because then he can do what he likes. I have his suit jacket; we are getting to that point “how many virgin cocktails have you had?” rolling my eyes “let me see the commotion” getting up, I want to see the shouting now this March Madness song came on. I miss weed so much, like just smelling it right now is making me jealous. Rich just came out of nowhere “rowdy men” he said, letting out an oh as we made our way. I am just wondering why they are crowding, I am being nosey “mind out, move! Rich pushed some of the people out of the way, they was about to say something but I mean of course, I am Rihanna so they can’t say shit but move out the fucking way. Seeing Chris and then Diddy, oh we not at this point, Diddy cannot dance for shit “you on that grandpa dance, you know that” Chris said pointing at him “no, no. Just watch my shoulder, smooth” he shimmied his shoulders, shaking my head laughing “go on Breezy, you got something for that ass. Go! Show him the moves” I grinned watching “move out, move out” shuffling back with the crowd, Drake and him started bopping, he is actually Chris’ hypeman and it’s making me laugh, my eyes widened and everyone just fell out even I was impressed “no fucking way” I am so impressed by that, did he just land on beat too “yes, that’s how country niggas do it!” Rorrey dapped him “you a robot, you’re a robot. I can’t” that is so impressive.

This is the main part for me “the cars are coming, let’s get ready to go outside. Rajad, tell the DJ. It’s time” Rajad walked off “what is happening?” Joyce asked, she doesn’t even know either but she will be seeing it now “you will see” I smiled, I just can’t wait to see his face. His reaction all day has been shock after shock and now this so I can’t for him to see it “hold up, hold up. Can everyone make their way outside, we need everyone outside. I repeat, everyone outside” getting up from the seat, looking over at Chris. He looks a little tipsy, but not so much just a little. I want to make sure he goes outside “come on, everyone out please” everyone is just staring, I know these people can walk out quicker. Waving Chris over, he caught me waving at him. He rushed over to me “what is happening, you good? Everything good” I shrugged “I don’t know, I think maybe a security issue. Let’s just go outside” Chris looks like a deer caught in headlights, he is partying hard, and I love that for him “ok, as long as you’re ok” he placed his arm around me “you not drunk are you?” I asked him “I had a few shots” he laughed “but that is because they are birthday shots, but I am not that drunk, don’t worry. I am just so happy Robyn; I can’t thank you enough. You have made all my birthdays, you have, and I love you” nodding my head “it’s ok Poppa, let’s just go outside” walking off with Chris with his arm around me “I just wish I could take it in, I am just in the moment thinking wow. It’s crazy, best birthday ever! Like I don’t mind if it’s ended now, it’s just a good day” I will let him continue to mumble and talk his shit.

I feel so giddy inside, It’s excitement because honestly he is not expecting it “shall we just go home, honestly I have had a good time here and I don’t wait you to stand around” Chris looked down at my feet “baby I changed out of my heels, I was not about to wear them” Chris busted out laughing “aight, this is funny, and cute” looking over seeing that everyone has moved to the sides and it’s only Chris and I stood in the middle and he hasn’t noticed anything at all, I just find my husband so cute because he doesn’t think anything of it, he doesn’t expect that, his expectations is so low and he’s the sweetest. Hearing the engine rev as it slowly pulled up, looking at the first Lamborghini his one “I was thinking what if we went away on holiday before the baby comes, just you and me” nodding my head, he is just doesn’t care “yeah, baby look what just pulled up” I mumbled, everyone is just stood waiting for his reaction and he’s talking about holiday. Staring at his face, I want to see his reaction “what about it? It’s nice” the guy got out of the car, I don’t want to say it to him, I want him to figure it out “Chris Brown?” he pointed at Chris “uh yeah?” Chris is all confused “catch, happy birthday” he threw the key in the air, Chris caught it luckily “what!?” he spat and then looked at me “happy birthday poppa, it’s your car” placing my hands behind my back smiling ever so wide, he looked at the key and then at me again, he is trying to process it “no” he stepped back “no” he kept walking back “no way” he placed his hands on his knees “oh my god” he seems wounded “congratulations nigga, you rolling” the second car rolled up behind it, these are actually cute “no way” Chris is dramatic when he wants to be and I think his performance starts now “no way!” he spat and then turned away.

Chris turned back around “oh man” the guy held out the key to him “happy birthday” clasping my hands together in awe, Chris put his head down and then made his way over to me. Wrapping his arms around me “it’s ok” I didn’t want him to cry “this is too much Robyn, no way” rubbing his back “you deserve it, don’t cry” Chris moved back from me as he wiped his tears “I don’t deserve this woman, like probably thinking why I am crying. I ain’t expect this, all of this. She is literally my other half, and I am just a country nigga I ain’t do this flashy stuff, she literally” Chris sobbed out “she literally had my back when I was down, and I mean down where I didn’t want to be here and this” Chris looked at me, he is so emotional “you know I got you Chris” placing my hand on his torso, he leaned down pressing a kiss to my lips, wiping his tears with the back of my hands “go and look, they are both yours, second one is more family car but go on” everyone started clapping and cheering as he walked off “look at you nigga! This is the new shit!” let the boys cheer him up “Robyn you have really spoilt him, oh my god” Joyce said, she is a wreck like her son “he deserves it, he really does” looking over at Chris losing his mind over cars, these boys are so easily pleased by the smallest things and I find that funny.

I thought before everyone just gets drunk or whatever, I would do my little speech and thank people for coming “no, I am not singing” snatching the mic from the DJ, he keeps asking me too, but I think the fuck not, I won’t be doing that today “I won’t be long, can you all just listen. Thank you” I sound so grumpy, but I know they saw me get on stage, but Chris is listening so that is all that matter, someone did a wolf whistle “thank you Melissa” I know it’s her “I don’t want to waste too much time and be speaking on emotional things; I want you all to have fun and have a blast. It’s on me, first and last time but I just want to thank everyone that came out for Chris’ birthday. I appreciate it and so does he, you all made his day extra special. Happy Birthday Chris, you deserve this. All of this you deserve it, you missed out on so much of your life and you never got to live your life the way you wanted too, and now you’re married so fun is over” everyone laughed “but doesn’t mean it is over, you can still have fun within reason but back to the point, Chris has been through a lot and I have seen him at his lowest, moments where I thought I would have lost him. You are the most deserving of this and I love you. By the way the big car, whatever it’s called. That is the one where you take me around, the end. Have a nice night” holding the mic to the DJ, I am done.

I made Dennis send me the picture of Chris and I arriving, we look good as hell and I want to post it of us. Adding a caption ‘Our baby got the flyest parents’ pressing send on the post “I think it’s time for mommy to go to bed” I announced “Monica?” Noella asked “moi, me. I need to go, I can’t deal. It’s late and they want to party even more so let me go, TJ left that damn boy there like a piece of trash. Men” shaking my head “are you going with me? Rich, get the child” I said to him, I don’t play it’s not nice to just leave a baby like that for ages “I was about to come to you, I am going home ok? I can’t stay here any longer, so you come home when you like ok?” Chris nodded his head “don’t get too drunk, remain like this” fixing his shirt “I come to check on the baby” nodding my head slowly “the one baking in my stomach?” I questioned “yeah, is she ok?” I shushed him “baby it’s ok, let’s just not speak. I am going, tell TJ his baby will be at the home, he has ditched his child in the corner. Where is he?” Chris shrugged “never mind just tell him he is at the house, I am going” I added again “you know what, I love you so much. Like I cry thinking about it” Rorrey yanked Chris away, I needed that actually, but I think he understood that.

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Dance in the pale moonlight chapter 4

"Yo, Crystal witches! You here?" Steven called as he walked into the beach home. A little more anxious than his usual cool self.

"Anyone home? Amy? Beaks? Seer?"

Steven groaned as he received no answer. "A waste of time."

The teenage demon sat upon the couch of the beach home. Looking up at the familiar ceiling as the thoughts of four days ago ran though his mind.

Since the death of the demon in the city, Steven has not been able truly shake the feelings he uncovered from the body. The emotions and the familiarity still unnerved him. He just couldn't let it go, no matter what distraction he tried to employ. Worse yet, it started to have an effect on his relationship with his lady, though he couldn’t see it.

“Can’t she see I'm trying to protect her. “ He groaned as memories of this morning ran through his mind.

*earlier*

“I must assist that you abstain from traveling to the city for the time being.”

“What?”Connie paused her eating of breakfast, turning her sight towards her familiar.

Steven looked back at her from over his right shoulder, scrambling the egg in a black skillet “You should stay away from the city.”

“I work in the city, Steven. Can’t really make money for our upkeep staying home.”

“We have enough for you to stay home a few months.” He poured the eggs onto a red ceramic. “Besides, your ‘day job’ isn’t your real job.”

“I like my day job, it allows me to interact with people and get gossip for our true job.” The witch retorted as she watched the demon sit across from her. Her black eyes narrowing behind her glasses.

“Be that as it may, you are to stay away from the city for the time being.” Steven responded coolly. “Also hunts are suspended for you as well.”

Connie blinked twice as her brows furrowed in anger. “Wow, heh...You’re funny this morning.” She smirked trying to keep her annoyance down.

“I’m not joking.”

“In that case....” Connie sat up straight, crossing her arms, drumming her left index finger against her right bicep. “Who are you to tell me what I can do or where I can go?”

“Your partner and familiar.”

”And that gives you a reason to put me under house arrest?“Connie's eyes widened in surprise at his nonchalant demeanor, before biting her tongue and letting a snide chuckle loose. “That some nerves you have.“

Steven sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I don’t mean any disrespect, My lady.”

“Yet..I’m feeling a bit insulted.”

Steven's face scrunched up in irritation at the sardonic tone. “It’s for your own good.”

“For my own good? Really and how is this for my own good?”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“Trying to protect…”Connie paused for a moment as her eyes relaxed a moment “ Steven? This is still about what happened a few days ago?”

Steven said nothing, turning his head to the food on his plate.

“I can’t halt my life because of a ‘what if’?”

“I’m not asking you to halt your life.”

“No, you’re telling me to and that’s not going to happen.”

“My lady” Steven held out a hand for her to grasp. “Please try to understand, the last thing I want is for you to be put in unneeded danger.”

She glanced at the hand with a slight scowl. “I do believe that…” She pushed his hand closed. “ That doesn't mean I’ll accept being held as a prisoner.”

He growled “I’m not!”

“You are.”

“Connie.”

“Rather it’s your attention or not, you are.”

“It’s dangerous for you in the city at the moment.”

“And what proof do you have of that?” Conne nostrils flared. “ We haven't heard anything from the witches.”

“I plan on visiting them today about that.” He retorted.

“You do that. It would do you some good.”

“You will remain here.” He ordered.

“I will be heading to work!” Connie sneered as she stood up leering at him.

"Connie, stop being difficult!" Steven stood to meet her.

" You're the one who's making this harder than it needs to be."

"Why can't you see that I'm trying to watch out for you!"

"Then watch out for me!" She looked down at the table, the creases of her fingers, scraping at the marble furniture. "Don't force imprisonment on me."

"Please My Lady, think about how I feel. I do this to make sure you're secure." The demon laid a palm on his mistress's knuckle. "I couldn't stand it if something happened to you."

" Isn't danger a part of our lives? Don't we risk our lives every time we go out to hunt?" She shot him a pointed look. "What's different this time?"

"The possibility that someone is directly targeting you for their twisted wants." Steven snarled in anger. "I refuse to give them the chance...I refuse to throw you into such danger!"

"Do you think I'm incapable of protecting myself? Am I that weak to you?" Her voice was low and a fiery stubbornness roared in her eyes.

Steven shook his head instantly. " No no! It's not that!" He grimaced at the thought of his lady thinking he doubted her. "I know you're quite talented...Fledgling witch as you are."

His attempt at a compliment didn't go unnoticed, but didn't ease her ire either.

"This isn't about you protecting yourself." He spoke gently and truthfully as he held her hands, massaging the back of them with his thumb. "This is about you being protected, period."

She sighed downtrodden. Her eyes relaxed a bit as the anger faded and slight appreciation. "I understand."

Steven smiled in victory. "Please, My Lady this is-"

"I understand your feelings, but I refuse to accept and follow your judgement."

Steven froze at her determined voice. Looking at her eyes he saw he couldn't change her mind.

"Why are you so damn bull-headed?" Steven scratched the back of his head, letting go of her hand.

"Steven.."

"Why can't you trust me?!" He walked over to the sink grabbing the edge of it.

"Steven, of course I trust you."

He could hear the heartbreak in her voice.

Steven looked over his shoulder with a glare. "Funny way of showing it, partner." He turned to face her, fist clench. "I told you what I felt from that corpse, the emotions left behind.". He walked over towards her. “Do you know how terrifying it is for me, that someone who would do that? With those attentions, those emotions. The simple possibility that it could be towards you.” He stopped before her, a few centimeters away from her.” It’s heart-wrenching.”

Connie looked up at him, those sad and scared eyes of his perring down at her. She grabbed his cheeks gently. “Steven, you can’t halt my life for a possibility, you know that.”

“I’m not..I’m just being cautious...Protective.” He held her hands tenderly almost afraid to break her.

“I know but, If THIS is your way of protecting me, then I don't need it."

“My lady?”

She tipped-toed, kissing his forehead, before looking into his eyes sadly. “You’ve always protected…” She shook her head. “We’ve always protected each other without smothering each other...Without taking away from each other...Why should that change? I trust you to keep me safe, have my back..be there when I call.” She gave him a gentle smile. “Trust that I’m capable enough that I won’t have to.. ”

“I want you to though.” He pouted just a bit.

“It is a nice feeling when you come to my rescue, admittedly..”She arched an eyebrow, patting his cheek. “But hopefully I won’t need saving today.”

He groaned as she let his face go and backed away.

“Hey, you don’t want me to get in trouble now? She teased

“Of course not!” Steven gulped as a flush came to his face. “Just..Can’t help but worry.”

“My diligent protector.”She spoke adoringly. “Come have lunch with me today, after you talk with the witches. It’ll be your choice and on me.”

“Oh..So no Panda Express?” He folded his arms with a smirk.

“If that's what you want, then yes.” She turned her back to him. “Besides, It’ll ease your nerves seeing me safe.”

“Maybe a little bit. Won’t be truly comfortable til all this is settled and done with.”

“Yeah.” She gave him a reassuring grin. “ I gotta get ready for work.”

“Or you can stay here… Under my protection... In your pajamas”

The pajamas in question was a long button up shirt that reached her knees over some night shorts. She could feel the flirtyteaseing in his tone and it made it nearly impossible for her to fight the grin on her face.

"You wish.” She walked out of the kitchen with a wave, "Besides that what Sundays are for." hiding her blushing face. Unaware of the uncertain look on his face.

*present*

“I hope she’s safe.” He stated as he gazed up to the ceiling.

“Big Bro!”

He turned to the front door to see Amethyst running towards him. He chuckled when she leapt up onto his lap tackling him a hug.

“Hey Amy.” He sat up with her returning the hug.

“Oh...Didn’t know we’d have a visitor.”

“I did.”

Steven turned his head to see two older figures walk in holding groceries . One was a lilith woman with peach hair, a long pointed nose, clear blue eyes and skin as white as the pearl adorned on her forehead.

Beside her was a taller, curvier, voluptuous woman. She had dark skin the color of garnet, full lips, a large cube afro and triangular glasses.

Them two, along with Amethyst were the crystal witches

“It’s good to see you Steven.” The garnet skinned woman spoke in a deep british accent giving him an affectionate smile. “Not very often you visit without Connie.”

“Yeah I guess so, Garnet.” He gave the woman a smile.

“Is everything ok? You’re not giving her trouble are you?” The lilith woman spoke accusingly.

“We’re fine. Completely in bliss, Pearl.” Steven sneered at the lilith witch. “What about you, Beaks. Pecked any good holes lately? “ He smirked as she frowned.

“Still an unruly demon, I see.“

“Just for those who deserve it”

“Maybe, you need to be disciplined then.” She stepped forward conjuring a small white flame in her hand.

Seven sat Amy next to him as he cracked his right hand, growling defensively.

“That’s enough, you two.” Garnet announced as Amy ran to her leg before lifting up the small demoness. “This isn’t the time for your rivalry.”

“Hmm, fine.” Pearl relented, killing the flame. Her snooty demeanor rubbed Steven the wrong way. “It’s best to return Connie her toy, undamaged, anyway.”

“Goddamn mother hen from hell!” He roared in annoyance, getting a smirk from the lilith demon.

“They never get along without Sis refereeing” Amethyst sighed. Garnet only nodded with a grimace.

“Pearl please put the groceries away, Amethyst will help” Garnet stated as she placed the frowning purple demoness down to the floor

“What?”

“I need to talk to Steven about something he asked. You can play with him after we're done.” .

“Go ahead Amy,” he rubbed his little sister's head affectionately. "help Beaks out, and we can visit Connie for lunch later.”

Amy's eyes widened in excitement before she ran to Pearl’s side.

Garnet nodded towards the temple door, a purplish-blue door with a start in the center adorned with five different gems on it’s point The sapphire and ruby gem glowed before the door opened revealing a reddish workshop. “Let’s talk in private,”

While Steven was visiting the Crystal Witches, Connie was manning the receptionist desk at the Delmarva library. She was leaning back into her chair, a book of spells in her hand. The public place was desolate, only two other patrons were in the library…

Somewhere.

It was quite easy to get lost in the five storey building. Her mind was not on that though.It was on the morning she had with Steven.

'My stars. Can't believe he thought It waa a liable idea to keep me under house arrest like some damsel in a fairytale. He knows better.' She frowned a bit before chuckling. 'Though, there's a sweetness to his protectiveness."'She grinned.

'What would I do anyway after the first few days becoming a hermit..Besides leaving without his knowledge? Create a spell that turns me to a demon, just to break the boredom. Laze on the couch after reading every book in the house, drown his flowers trying to water them...Burn down the kitchen trying to cook him a meal after a long day.' She shook her head.

"He'd reprimand me to hell, while saying I look cute with soot on my cheek, all before happily eating the burnt meal." She felt a warm heat in her cheeks.

"And then suggest we'd spend the evening in the living room together before lig

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Chapter 15

Friday found Trey sharing breakfast with Cary and me after an overnighter. As I drank the day’s first cup of coffee, I watched him interact with Cary and I was genuinely thrilled to see the intimate smiles and covert touches they gave one another.

I’d had easy relationships like that and hadn’t appreciated them at the time. They had been comfortable and uncomplicated, but they’d been superficial in a fundamental way, too.

How deep could a love affair get if you didn’t know the darkest recesses of your lover’s soul? That was the dilemma I’d faced with Lauren.

Day 2 After Lauren had begun. I found myself wanting to go to her and apologize for leaving her yet again. I wanted to tell her I was there for her, ready to listen or simply offer silent comfort. But I was too emotionally invested. I got wounded too easily. I was too afraid of rejection. And knowing she wouldn’t let me get too close only intensified that fear. Even if we did figure things out, I’d only tear myself apart trying to live with just the bits and pieces she decided to share with me.

At least my job was going well. The celebratory lunch the executives gave in honor of the agency landing the Kingsman account made me genuinely happy. I felt blessed to work in such a positive environment. But when I heard that Lauren had been invited—although no one expected her to show up—I returned quietly to my desk and focused on work the rest of the afternoon.

I hit the gym on the way home; then picked up some items to make fettuccini alfredo for dinner with crème brulée for dessert—comfort food guaranteed to put me in a carbohydrate coma. I expected sleep to offer me a break from the endless what-ifs my brain was recycling, hopefully long into Saturday morning.

Cary and I ate in the living room with chopsticks, his idea to cheer me up. He said dinner was great, but I couldn’t tell. I snapped out of it when he fell silent, too, and I realized I was being a less than stellar friend.

“When are the Grey Isles’ campaign ads going up?” I asked.

“I’m not sure, but get this…” He grinned. “You know how it is with male models—we’re tossed around like condoms at an orgy. It’s tough to stand out from the crowd, unless you’re dating someone famous. Which I’m suddenly reported to be doing since those photos of you and me were plastered everywhere. I’m the side piece of action in your relationship with Lauren Jauregui. You’ve done wonders for making me a hot commodity.”

I laughed. “You didn’t need my help for that.”

“Well, it certainly didn’t hurt. Anyway, they called me back for a couple more shoots. I think they might just use me for more than five minutes.”

“We’ll have to celebrate,” I teased.

“Absolutely. When you’re up for it.”

We ended up hanging out and watching the original Tron. His smartphone rang twenty minutes into the movie and I heard him speaking to his agency. “Sure. I’ll be there in fifteen, tops. I’ll call you when I get there.”

“Got a job?” I asked after he’d hung up.

“Yeah. A model showed up for a night shoot so trashed he’s worthless.” He studied me. “You wanna come?”

I stretched my legs out on the couch. “Nope. I’m good right here.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“All I need is mindless entertainment. Just the thought of getting dressed again exhausts me.” I’d be happy wearing my flannel pajama bottoms and holey old tank top all weekend. As much as I hurt inside, total comfort outside seemed like a necessity. “Don’t worry about me. I know I’ve been a mess lately, but I’ll get it together. Go on and enjoy yourself.”

After Cary rushed out, I paused the movie and went to the kitchen for some wine. I stopped by the breakfast bar, my fingertips gliding over the roses Lauren had sent me the previous weekend. Petals fell to the countertop like tears. I thought about cutting the stems and using the flower food packet that came with the bouquet, but it was pointless hanging on to them. I’d throw the arrangement away tomorrow, the last reminder of my equally doomed relationship.

I’d gotten farther with Lauren in one week than I had with other relationships that lasted two years. I would always love her for that. Maybe I’d always love her, period.

And one day, that might not hurt so badly.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” Cary singsonged as he yanked the comforter off of me.

“Ugh. Go away.”

“You’ve got five minutes to get your ass up and in the shower, or the shower’s coming to you.”

Opening one eye, I peeked at him. He was shirtless and wearing baggy pants that barely clung to his hips. As far as wake-up calls went, he was prime. “Why do I have to get up?”

“Because when you’re flat on your back you’re not on your feet.”

“Wow. That was deep, Cary Taylor.”

He crossed his arms and shot me an arch look. “We need to go shopping.”

I buried my face in the pillow. “No.”

“Yes. I seem to remember you saying this was a ‘Sunday garden party’ and ‘rock star gathering’ in the same sentence. What the hell do I wear to something like that?”

“Ah, well. Good point.”

“What are you wearing?”

“I…I don’t know. I was leaning toward the ‘English tea with hat’ look, but now I’m not so sure.”

He gave a brisk nod. “Right. Let’s hit the shops and find something sexy, classy, and cool.”

Growling a token protest, I rolled out of bed and padded over to the bathroom. It was impossible to shower without thinking of Lauren, without picturing her perfect body and remembering the desperate sounds she made when she came in my mouth. Everywhere I looked, Lauren was there. I’d even started hallucinating black Bentley SUVs all around town. I thought I spotted one damn near everywhere I went.

Cary and I had lunch; then we bounced all over the city, hitting the best of the Upper East Side thrift stores and Madison Avenue boutiques before taking a taxi downtown to SoHo. Along the way, Cary had two teenage girls ask for his autograph, which tickled me more than him, I think.

“Told you,” he crowed.

“Told me what?”

“They recognized me from an entertainment news blog. One of the posts about you and Jauregui.”

I snorted. “Glad my love life is working out for someone.”

He was due at another job around three and I went with him, spending a few hours in the studio of a loud and brash photographer. Remembering it was Saturday, I slipped into a far corner and made my weekly call to my dad.

“You still happy in New York?” he asked me above the background noise of dispatch talking over the radio in his cruiser.

“So far so good.” A lie, but the truth helped no one.

His partner said something I didn’t catch. My dad snorted and said, “Hey, Chris insists he saw you on television the other day. Some cable channel, celebrity gossip thing. The guys won’t leave me alone about it.”

I sighed. “Tell them watching those shows is bad for their brain cells.”

“So you’re not dating one of the richest people in America?”

“No. What about your love life?” I asked, quickly diverting. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“Nothing serious. Hang on.” He responded to a call on the radio, then said, “Sorry, sweetheart. I have to run. I love you. Miss you like crazy.”

“I miss you, too, Daddy. Be careful.”

“Always. Bye.”

I killed the call and went back to my former spot to wait for Cary to wrap things up. In the lull, my mind tormented me. Where was Lauren now? What was she doing?

Would Monday bring me an inbox full of photos of her with another woman?

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Sunday afternoon I borrowed Clancy and one of Stanton’s town cars for the drive out to the Vidal estate in Dutchess County. Leaning back in the seat, I looked out the window, absently admiring the serene vista of rolling meadows and green woodlands that stretched to the distant horizon. I realized I was working on Day 4 After Lauren. The pain I’d felt the first few days had turned into a dull throbbing that felt almost like the flu. Every part of my body ached, as if I was going through some sort of physical withdrawal and my throat burned with unshed tears.

“Are you nervous?” Cary asked me.

I glanced at him. “Not really. Lauren won’t be there.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“I wouldn’t be going if I thought otherwise. I do have some pride you know.” I watched him drum his fingers on the armrest between our two seats. For all the shopping we’d done yesterday, he’d made only one purchase: a black leather tie. I’d teased him mercilessly about it, he of the perfect fashion sense going with something like that.

He caught me looking at it. “What? You still don’t like my tie? I think it works well with the emo jeans and my lounge lizard jacket.”

“Cary”—my lips quirked—“you can wear anything.”

It was true. Cary could pull any look off, a benefit of having a sculpted rangy body and a face that could make angels weep.

I set my hand over his restless fingers. “Are you nervous?”

“Trey didn’t call last night,” he muttered. “He said he would.”

I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s just one missed call, Cary. I’m sure it doesn’t mean anything serious.”

“He could’ve called this morning,” he argued. “Trey’s not flakey like the others I’ve dated. He wouldn’t have forgotten to call, which means he just doesn’t want to.”

“The rat bastard. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures of you having a great time looking sexy, classy, and cool to torment him with on Monday.”

His mouth twitched. “Ah, the deviousness of the female mind. It’s a shame Jauregui won’t see you today. I think I got a semi when you came out of your room in that dress.”

“Eww!” I smacked his shoulder and mock-glared when he laughed.

The dress had seemed perfect to both of us when we’d found it. It was cut in a classic garden party style—fitted bodice with a knee-length skirt that flared out from the waist. It was even white with flowers. But that’s where the tea-and-crumpets style ended.

The edginess came from the strapless form, the alternating layers of black and crimson satin underskirts that gave it volume, and the black leather flowers that looked like wicked pinwheels. Cary had picked the red Jimmy Choo peep-toe pumps out of my closet and the ruby drop earrings to give it all the finishing touch. We’d decided to leave my hair loose around my shoulders, in case we arrived and learned that hats were required. All in all, I felt pretty and confident.

Clancy drove us through an imposing set of monogrammed gates and turned into a circular driveway, following the direction of a valet. Cary and I got out by the entrance, and he took my arm as my heels sank into blue-gray gravel on the walk to the house.

Upon entering the Vidal’s sprawling Tudor-style mansion, we were warmly greeted by lauren’s family in a receiving line—her mother, stepfather, Christopher, and their sister.

I took in the sight, thinking the Vidal family could only look more perfect if Lauren was lined up with them. Her mother and sister had her coloring, both women boasting the same glossy obsidian hair and thickly-lashed green eyes. They were both beautiful in a finely wrought way.

“Camila!” Lauren’s mother drew me toward her, then air-kissed both of my cheeks. “I’m so pleased to finally meet you. What a gorgeous girl you are! And your dress. I love it.”

“Thank you.”

Her hands brushed over my hair, cupped my face, and then slid down my arms. It was hard for me to bear it, because touching was sometimes an anxiety trigger for me when the person was a stranger. “Your hair, is it naturally brunette?”

“Yes,” I replied, startled and confused by the question. Who asked a question like that of a stranger?

“How fascinating. Well, welcome. I hope you have a wonderful time. We’re so glad you could make it.”

Feeling strangely unsettled, I was grateful when her attention moved to Cary and zeroed in.

“And you must be Cary,” she crooned. “Here I’d been certain my three children were the most attractive in the world. I see I was wrong about that. You are simply divine, young man.”

Cary flashed his megawatt smile. “Ah, I think I’m in love, Mrs. Vidal.”

she laughed with throaty delight. “Please. Call me Elizabeth. Or Lizzie, if you’re brave enough.”

Looking away, I found my hand clasped by Christopher Vidal Senior. In many ways, he reminded me of his son, with his slate green eyes and boyish smile. In others, he was a pleasant surprise. Dressed in khakis, loafers, and a cashmere cardigan, he looked more like a college professor than a music company executive.

“Camila. May I call you Camila?”

“Please do.”

“Call me Chris. It makes it a little easier to distinguish between me and Christopher.” His head tilted to the side as he contemplated me through quirky brass spectacles. “I can see why Lauren is so taken with you. Your eyes are a deep chocolate brown, yet they’re so clear and direct. Quite the most beautiful eyes I think I’ve ever seen, aside from my wife’s.”

I flushed. “Thank you.”

“Is Lauren coming?”

“Not that I’m aware of.” Why didn’t her parents know the answer to that question?

“We always hope.” He gestured at a waiting servant. “Please head back to the gardens and make yourself at home.”

Christopher greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, while lauren’s sister Ireland sized me up in a sulky way that only a teenager could pull off. “You’re a brunette,” she said.

Jeez. Was lauren’s preference for light-haired women a damn law or something? “And you’re a very lovely brunette.”

Cary offered me his arm and I accepted it gratefully.

As we walked away, he asked me quietly, “Were they what you expected?”

“Her mom, maybe. Her stepdad, no.” I looked back over my shoulder, taking in the elegant floor-length cream sheath dress that clung to Elizabeth Vidal’s svelte figure. I thought of what little I knew about Lauren’s family. “How does a girl grow up to be a businesswoman who takes over her stepfather’s family business?”

“Jauregui owns shares in Vidal Records?”

“Controlling interest.”

“Hmm. Maybe it was a bailout?” he offered. “A helping hand during a trying time for the music industry?”

“Why not just give him the money?” I wondered.

“Because she’s a shrewd businesswoman?”

With a sharp exhalation, I waved the question away and cleared my mind. I was attending the party for Cary, not Lauren, and I was going to keep that first and foremost in my thoughts.

Once we’d moved outside, we found a large, elaborately decorated marquee erected in the rear garden. Although the day was beautiful enough to stay out in the sun, I found a seat at a circular table covered in white damask instead.

Cary patted my shoulder. “You relax. I’ll network.”

“Go get ’em.”

He moved away, intent on his agenda.

I sipped champagne and chatted with everyone who stopped by to strike up a conversation. There were a lot of recording artists at the party whose work I listened to, and I watched them covertly, a bit starstruck. For all the elegance of the surroundings and the endless number of servants, the overall vibe was casual and relaxed.

I was starting to enjoy myself when someone I’d hoped never to see again stepped out of the house onto the terrace: Magdalene Perez, looking phenomenal in a rose-hued chiffon gown that floated around her knees.

A hand settled on my shoulder and squeezed, setting my heart racing because it reminded me of the night Cary and I had gone to lauren’s club. But the figure that rounded me this time was Christopher.

“Hey, Camila.” He took the chair next to mine and set his elbows on his knees, leaning toward me. “Are you having fun? You’re not mingling much.”

“I’m having a great time.” At least I had been. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for coming. My parents are stoked you’re here. Me, too, of course.” His grin made me smile, as did his tie, which had cartoon vinyl records all over it. “Are you hungry? The crab cakes are great. Grab one when the tray comes by.”

“I’ll do that.”

“Let me know if you need anything. And save a dance for me.” He winked, and then hopped up and away.

Ireland took his seat, arranging herself with the practiced grace of a finishing school graduate. Her hair fell in a single length to her waist and her beautiful eyes were direct in a way I could appreciate. she looked worldlier than her seventeen years. “Hi.”

“Hello.”

“Where’s Lauren?”

I shrugged at the blunt question. “I’m not sure.”

she nodded sagely. “she’s good at being a loner.”

“Has she always been that way?”

“I guess. she moved out when I was little. Do you love her?”

My breath caught for a second. I released it in a rush and said simply, “Yes.”

“I thought so when I saw that video of you two in Bryant Park.” she bit her lush lower lip. “Is she fun? You know…to hang around with?”

“Oh. Well…” God. Did anyone know Lauren? “I wouldn’t say she’s fun, but she’s never boring.”

The live band began playing “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” and Cary appeared beside me as if by magic. “Time to make me look good, Ginger.”

“I’ll try my best, Fred.” I smiled at Ireland. “Excuse me a minute.”

“Three minutes, forty seconds,” she corrected, displaying some of her family’s expertise in music.

Cary led me onto the empty dance floor and pulled me into a swift foxtrot. It took me a minute to get into it, because I’d been stiff and tight with misery for days. Then the synergy of longtime partners kicked in and we glided across the floor with sweeping steps.

When the singer’s voice faded with the music, we stopped, breathless. We were pleasantly surprised by applause. Cary gave an elegant bow and I held on to his hand for stability as I dipped into a curtsy.

When I lifted my head and straightened, I found Lauren standing in front of me. Startled, I stumbled back a step. she was seriously underdressed in jeans and an untucked white dress shirt that was open at the collar and rolled up at the sleeves, but she was so damn fine she still put every other woman in attendance to shame.

The tremendous yearning I felt at the sight of her overwhelmed me. Distantly I was aware of the band’s singer pulling Cary away, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Lauren, whose wildly green eyes burned into mine.

“What are you doing here?” she snapped, scowling.

I recoiled from her harshness. “Excuse me?”

“You shouldn’t be here.” she grabbed me by the elbow and started hauling me toward the house. “I don’t want you here.”

If she’d spit in my face, it couldn’t have devastated me more. I yanked my arm free of her and walked briskly toward the house with my head held high, praying I could make it to the privacy of the town car and Clancy’s protective watch before the tears started falling.

Behind me, I heard a come-hither female voice call out lauren’s name and I sent up a prayer that the woman would stall her long enough for me to get out without further confrontation.

I thought I just might make it when I passed into the cool interior of the house.

“Camila, wait.”

My shoulders hunched at the sound of Lauren’s voice and I refused to look at her. “Get lost. I can show myself out.”

“I’m not done—”

“I am!” I pivoted to face her. “You don’t get to talk to me that way. Who do you think you are? You think I came here for you? That I was hoping I’d see you and you’d throw me a goddamn scrap or bone…some pathetic acknowledgment of my existence? Maybe I’d be able to harass you into a quick, dirty fuck in a corner somewhere in a pitiful effort to win you back?”

“Shut up, Camila.” Her gaze was scorching hot, her jaw tight and hard. “Listen to me—”

“I’m only here because I was told you wouldn’t be. I’m here for Cary and his career. So you can go back to the party and forget about me all over again. I assure you, when I walk out the door, I’ll be doing the same to you.”

“Shut your damned mouth.” she caught me by the elbows and shook me so hard my teeth snapped together. “Just shut up and let me talk.”

I slapped her hard enough to turn her head. “Don’t touch me.”

With a growl, Lauren hauled me into her and kissed me hard, bruising my lips. Her hand was in my hair, fisting it roughly, holding me in place so I couldn’t turn away. I bit the tongue she thrust aggressively into my mouth, then her lower lip, tasting blood, but she didn’t stop. I shoved at her shoulders with everything I had, but I couldn’t budge her.

Goddamn Stanton! If not for him and my crazy-assed mother, I’d have had a few Krav Maga classes under my belt by now…

Lauren kissed me as if she was starved for the taste of me and my resistance began to melt. she smelled so good, so familiar. Her body felt so perfectly right against mine. My nipples betrayed me, hardening into tight points, and a slow, hot trickle of arousal gathered in my core. My heart thundered in my chest.

God, I wanted her. The craving hadn’t gone away, not even for a minute.

she picked me up. Imprisoned by her tight grip, it was hard to breathe and my head began to spin. When she carried me through a door and kicked it shut behind her, I couldn’t do more than make a feeble sound of protest.

I found myself pressed against a heavy glass door on the other side of a library, lauren’s hard and powerful body subduing my own. Her arm at my waist slid lower, her hand delving beneath my skirts and finding the curves of my butt exposed by my lacy boy shorts underwear. she wrenched my hips hard to her, making me feel how hard she was, how aroused. My sex trembled with want, achingly empty.

All the fight left me. My arms fell to my sides, my palms pressing flat to the glass. I felt the brittle tension drain from her body as I softened in surrender, the pressure of her mouth easing and her kiss turning into a passionate coaxing.

“Camila,” she breathed gruffly. “Don’t fight me. I can’t take it.”

My eyes closed. “Let me go, Lauren.”

she nuzzled her cheek against mine, her breath gusting hard and fast over my ear. “I can’t. I know you’re disgusted by what you saw the other night…what I was doing to myself—”

“Lauren, no!” God. Did she think I left hee because of that? “That’s not why—”

“I’m losing my mind without you.” Her lips were gliding down my neck, her tongue stroking over my racing pulse. she sucked on my skin and pleasure radiated through me. “I can’t think. I can’t work or sleep. My body aches for you. I can make you want me again. Let me try.”

Tears slipped free and ran down my face. They splashed on the upper swell of my breasts and she licked at them, lapping them away.

How would I ever recover if she made love to me again? How would I survive if she didn’t?

“I never stopped wanting you,” I whispered. “I can’t stop. But you hurt me, Lauren. You have the power to hurt me like no one else can.”

Her gaze was stark and confused on my face. “I hurt you? How?”

“You lied to me. You shut me out.” I cupped her face, needing hero to understand this one thing without question. “Your past doesn’t have the power to push me away. Only you can do that, and you did.”

“I didn’t know what to do,” she rasped. “I never wanted you to see me like that…”

“That’s the problem, Lauren. I want to know who you are, the good and the bad, and you want to keep parts of yourself hidden from me. If you don’t open up, we’re going to lose each other down the road and I won’t be able to take it. I’m barely surviving it now. I’ve crawled through the last four days of my life. Another week, a month…It’ll break me to give you up.”

“I can let you in, Camila. I’m trying. But your first response when I screw up is to run away. You do it every time and I can’t stand feeling like any moment I’m going to do or say something wrong and you’re going to bolt.”

Her mouth was tender again as she brushed her lips back and forth over mine. I didn’t argue with her. How could I, when she was right?

“I hoped you’d come back on your own,” she murmured, “but I can’t stay away anymore. I’ll carry you out of here if I have to. Whatever it takes to get you back in the same room with me, talking this out.”

My heart stuttered. “You were hoping I’d come back? I thought…You gave me back my keys. I thought we were over.”

she pulled back, her face set in fierce lines. “We’ll never be over, Camila.”

I looked at her, my heart aching like an open wound at how beautiful she was, how broken and in pain she was—pain I’d caused to some degree.

On tiptoes, I kissed the reddened handprint I’d left on her cheek, clutching her thick silky hair in my hands.

Lauren bent her knees to align our bodies, her breathing harsh and erratic. “I’ll do whatever you want, whatever you need. Anything. Just take me back.”

Maybe I should have been scared by the depth of her need, but I felt the same passionate insanity for her.

Running my hands down her chest in an effort to soothe her trembling, I gave her the hard truth. “We can’t seem to stop making each other miserable. I can’t keep doing this to you and I can’t keep going through these crazy highs and lows. We need help, Lauren. We’re seriously dysfunctional.”

“I saw Dr. Petersen on Friday. He’s going to take me on as a patient, and—if you agree—he’ll take us both on as a couple. I figured if you can trust him, I can try.”

“Dr. Petersen?” I remembered the brief jolt I’d felt at seeing a black Bentley SUV when Clancy pulled away from the doctor’s office. At the time, I’d told myself it was wishful thinking. After all, there were countless black SUVs in New York. “You had me followed.”

Her chest expanded on a deep breath. she didn’t deny it.

I bit back my anger. I could only imagine how terrible it must be for her to be so dependent on something—someone—she couldn’t control. What mattered most at that moment were her willingness to try and the fact that it wasn’t just talk. she’d actually taken steps. “It’s going to be a lot of work, Lauren,” I warned her.

“I’m not afraid of work.” she was touching me restlessly, her hands sliding over my thighs and buttocks as if caressing my bare skin was as necessary to her as breathing. “I’m only afraid of losing you.”

I pressed my cheek to her. We completed each other. Even now, as her hands roamed possessively over me, I felt a thawing in my soul, the desperate relief of being held—finally—by the woman who understood and satisfied my deepest, most intimate desires.

“I need you.” Her mouth was sliding over my cheek and down my throat. “I need to be inside you…”

“No. My God. Not here.” But my protest sounded weak even to my own ears. I wanted her anywhere, anytime, any way…

“It has to be here,” she muttered, dropping to her knees. “It has to be now.”

she chafed my skin ripping the lace of my panties away; then she shoved my skirts to my waist and licked my cleft, her tongue parting my folds to stroke over my throbbing clit.

I gasped and tried to recoil, but there was nowhere to go. Not with the door at my back and a grimly determined Lauren in front, one hand keeping me pinned while the other lifted my left leg over her shoulder, opening me to her ardent mouth.

My head thudded against the glass, heat pulsing through my blood from the point where her tongue was driving me mad. My leg flexed against her back, urging her closer, my hands cupping her head to hold her still as I rocked into her. Feeling the rough satin strands of her hair against my sensitive inner thighs was its own provocation, heightening my awareness of everything around me…

We were in Lauren’s parents’ house, in the midst of a party attended by dozens of famous people, and she was on her knees, growling her hunger as she licked and sucked my slick, aching cleft. she knew just how to get to me, knew what I liked and needed. she had an understanding of my nature that went above and beyond her incredible oral skills. The combination was devastating and addicting.

My body shook, my eyelids heavy from the illicit pleasure. “Lauren…You make me come so hard.”

Her tongue rubbed over and over the clenching entrance to my body, teasing me, making me grind shamelessly into her working mouth. Her hands cupped my bare butt, kneading, urging me onto her tongue as she thrust it inside me. There was reverence in the greedy way she enjoyed me, the unmistakable sense that she worshipped my body, that pleasuring it and taking pleasure from it was as vital to her as the blood in her veins.

“Yes,” I hissed, feeling the orgasm building. I was buzzed by champagne and the heated scent of Lauren’s skin mixed with my own arousal. My breasts strained within the increasingly too-tight confines of my strapless bra, my body trembling on the edge of a desperately needed orgasm. “I’m so close.”

A movement on the far side of the room caught my eye and I froze, my gaze locking with Magdalene’s. she stood just inside the door, halted midstride, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the back of Lauren’s moving head.

But she was either oblivious or too impassioned to care. Her lips circled my clit and her cheeks hallowed. Sucking rhythmically, she massaged the hypersensitive knot with the tip of her tongue.

Everything tightened viciously, then released in a fiery burst of pleasure.

The orgasm poured through me in a scorching wave. I cried out, pumping my hips mindlessly into her mouth, lost to the primal connection between us. Lauren held me up as my knees weakened, tonguing my quivering flesh until the last tremor faded.

When I opened my eyes again, our audience of one had fled.

Standing in a rush Lauren picked me up and carried me to the couch. she dropped me lengthwise on the cushion; then hauled my hips up to rest on the armrest, arching my spine.

I eyed her up the length of my torso. Why not just fold me over and fuck me from behind?

Then she ripped open her button-fly and pulled her big, beautiful penis out, and I didn’t care how she took me just so long as she did. I whimpered as she shoved into me, my body struggling to accommodate the wonderful fullness I craved. Yanking my hips to meet her powerful thrusts, Lauren battered my tender sex with that brutally thick column of rigid flesh, her gaze dark and possessive, her breath leaving her in primitive grunts every time she hit the end of me.

A trembling moan left me, the friction of her drives stirring my never-sated need to be fucked senseless by her. Only her.

A handful of strokes and her head fell back as she gasped my name, her hips rolling to stir me into a frenzy. “Squeeze me, Camila. Squeeze my dick.”

When I complied, the ragged sound she made was so erotic my sex trembled in appreciation. “Yeah, angel…just like that.”

I tightened around her and she cursed. Her gaze found mine, the stunning green hazed with sexual euphoria. A convulsive shudder wracked her powerful frame, followed by an agonized sound of ecstasy. Her cock jerked inside me, once, twice, and then she was coming long and hard, spurting hotly into the clutching depths of my body.

I didn’t have time to climax again, but it didn’t matter. I watched her with awe and pure female triumph. I could do this to her.

In the moments of orgasm, I owned her as completely as she owned me.

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A Birthday On Holiday - Harry Styles One Shot

*Companion one shot to my Hookup on Holiday mini series.

Growing up next to Harry meant you’ve celebrated many birthdays with him. Between the two of you, there’s been the tacky, cheesy kid parties in the 90′s. The oddly themed parties that were a mess as you got older, and of course the attempt at “cool” parties as teenagers. So, with Harry’s birthday coming up and the success of his second album, you decided to plan a special getaway for the two of you and with a few friends.

When it comes to surprises, Harry was the one always surprising you in your relationship, which is why you were dead set on taking Harry on this holiday without him knowing anything. The most he knew was that you two and a few friends would be going on a holiday for his birthday. But he didn’t know where, for how long, or where you would be staying. To make sure no spilled the beans to him, you didn’t tell anyone else any details either.

The look on everyone’s face when you all arrived at the private, three story villa, in Costa Adeje in Tenerife.

“Yeah, I know,” you smirked flipping your hair back. “I’m good.”

Everyone laughed as you all walked inside, going on a tour to find the bedrooms. When you and Harry arrived in the master suite, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He pressed kisses all over your face as he held you close causing you to laugh.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he smiled. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Well, believe it,” you smiled. “Because you deserve every bit of this. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled lacing his fingers with yours. “So, what’s on the agenda?”

“I figured we’d all just enjoy the house and the pool tonight and then the real fun starts tomorrow,” you smirked.

“Do any of the activities you’ve got planned involve you being naked?” He smirked.

“A few,” you smirked

“Starting now?” He asked.

Before you could even answer, he picked you up and carried you over to the bed.

Later that night, you all were sitting out on the patio of the villa as the sun was setting for dinner. Everyone was chatting about different things and you loved seeing the smiles on everyone’s faces especially Harry’s.

“So, Harry,” Jeff smirked. “How does it feel having a Sugar Mama to take you to a place like this.”

“Fucking amazing,” Harry smirked giving you a wink.

You smirked taking a sip of your wine, “Now, Jeff how does it feel tagging long on a trip for the man that pays your bills?” You joked.

“Oh shit!” James laughed. “Are we sure it’s not tea time cause a lot of it was just spilled.”

“Hey! You invited me,” Jeff pointed out.

“Is that really your comeback?” You laughed.

“Okay, okay, let’s be nice and enjoy dinner,” Harry laughed. “Anyway, so what do we have planned for the trip?”

“Well, we’ve got some sightseeing things planned, some shopping days, a huge Birthday dinner and a little party time for this one’s birthday,” you smiled.

“What about getting a yacht for the day?” Jeff asked.

“No yachts,” Both Harry and you answered at the same time causing everyone to laugh.

“I’m just going to shut up for the rest of the night,” he laughed.

“Good idea,” Harry joked.

Once dinner was over, everyone remained outside for a few more hours sharing drinks and conversations. You and Harry talked about some different memories of growing up with the other and how you two finally decided to be more than friends.

It had been almost two years since that family holiday where the two of you ended up taking things to the next step after a game of Never Have I Ever. You smiled thinking back to how you felt finally telling him how you felt and having him feel the same way. There was a little mishap with Harry’s ex, but you tried to blockout that whole shit show of a situation.

When it had gotten late, everyone else decided to call it a night, but you and Harry wanted to enjoy some time alone together.

“You know we’ve got our own little hot tub as part of our suite,” you smirked.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Y/N?” He smirked.

“Trying only works if I’m not succeeding,” you smirked. “You and I both know I don’t have to try very hard.”

“Heeey! I don’t know if I should be offended by that or not,” he laughed following you up to the room.

“All it means is your girlfriend’s hot, so why would I have to try very hard,” you joked.

“True,” he nodded.

When you two got up to the room, you went over to where the hot tub was and turned it on. You slipped off your clothes down to your underwear before getting in.

“Ooooh, so that’s how we’re doing this,” he smirked undressing himself and joining you.

“Would you have it any other way?” You asked raising your eyebrow.

“Nope,” he smirked. “Now get over here.”

You laughed as he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed your arms on his shoulder. He kissed your cheek before leaning his head onto your shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Hm, I love you, too,” you smiled playing his hair.

You felt him smiling against your neck before he started planting kisses along it.

“Now, who’s trying to seduce who?” You smirked.

“Just trying to show my girl some love and affection,” he smirked. “Anything wrong with that?”

“Not at all,” you said.

“Hmm... so you wouldn’t mind if I did this, then?” He smirked bringing one of his hands to cup your chest.

You shook your head, closing your eyes when you felt his lips pressing against the skin of your chest.

“Or this?” He asked.

“Nope, not minding it one bit,” you whispered.

He smirked turning around, so that you were now sitting on the side of the hot tub.

“What are you doing?” You whined. “I’m cold.”

“Patience,” he smirked kissing up your legs.

You groaned looking down at him. He smirked running his hand up your thighs before removing the thin piece of fabric from your body. He pulled you closer towards him and you were practically aching for him to do something. You could feel him smirking as he took his time bringing his lips up your leg.

“Mm.. maybe we should just continue this later,” he smirked. “I’m getting a little tired.”

Harry got up from the hot tub and started making his way out.

“I-What is happening right now?” You said turning around to look at him.

He laughed picking you up, “I’m just teasing,” he said carrying you over to the bed, not caring about how wet the two of you still are. “Now, where was I?” He smirked pressing his lips against yours.

It was the night of the big Birthday dinner and night out with everyone. So far the trip has been amazing and everything you wanted it to be. And it really seemed like Harry was loving every minute. When you were ready to head out, Harry pulled you in for a hug before you two went out to meet with the others.

“What’s this for?” You smiled looking up at him.

“I wanted to thank you again,” he whispered. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend my birthday with, well except maybe my Mum, Dad, and Sister, but all I wanted was to spend my birthday with you and for you to have planned and done all of this... I can’t thank you enough. I’m so grateful and lucky to have you in my life. I love you so much.”

“Fuck you! I just finished my makeup,” you sniffled trying not to ruin your eye makeup. “But you’re welcome. Again you deserve this and I’m happy I was able to pull this off and that you’ve enjoyed it.”

“Oh, I have,” he smirked placing his hands on your cheeks.

“Good, now let’s go really celebrate your birthday,” you smiled.

He nodded before giving you a quick peck on the lips and taking you hands in his before you two headed out with everyone else. The restaurant you had booked had an area on the rooftop that was completely private. There was one long table set up in the middle with portable fire heater things for once the sun went down, lights and balloons were hanging up as well. There was a even a Happy Birthday H - banner and some photos of Harry from when he was younger that were practically poster sized. You even snuck in a photo of you and Harry from when you were younger.

“Wow,” Harry smiled hugging you once again. “This is fucking incredible.”

You smiled kissing his cheek as everyone headed to sit down.

“Y/N, I’ve got to give you props, this is pretty fucking sweet,” Mitch said.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “If this whole singing career doesn’t work out anymore, I’ll take up event planning.”

“I’ll be booking you ASAP,” Glenne smirked.

You giggled taking a sip of your drink. The food was brought out and you all quickly started eating and talking about different things. Some how the conversations always fell back onto the topic of you and Harry growing up.

“Now, I don’t want to be that person, but do you two think you’ll get married?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah,” Harry answered smiling over at you. “Of course, I think our mum’s started planning our weddings since day one, but I definitely see myself growing old with this one.”

Harry brought your hand up to his lips.

“Me too,” you smiled. “With babies running around like their crazy Daddy.”

“That better be me,” he joked.

“Well, I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else, so damn right it’s going to be you,” you smirked.

Harry smiled pressing his lips to yours. Your kiss was interrupted though by the bringing out of the cake. Candles lit up the entire thing and they sat it right in front of him. Everyone started singing Happy Birthday and he blushed a little bit.

“Make a wish, baby,” you smiled.

“I already have everything I could ever want,” he smiled.

You giggled wrapping your arms around his shoulder, “I love you.”

After eating multiple slices of cake and having a bit of a cake fight, you all ended up at a nearby club. It was packed, so Harry held onto your hand as you all made your way through the crowd. You had booked a private booth in a VIP area that was already stocked with bottles of drinks.

Between the drinks from dinner and a few more at the club, you were definitely starting to feel a little more than tipsy. Harry and the rest of the group was too. And just like any other time you and your boyfriend got a bit drunk, you two got even more handsy than normal.

Salsa music was blasting through the speakers and there were mere inches in-between you and him as you danced to the beat. Sweat covered your bodies and your hair was sticking to you. Some of the group had already left, others were still swinging back drinks at the booth.

“We need to get out of here,” Harry whispered in your ear. “I need you.”

Neither of you even said goodbye to the others, just a quick we’re heading back. As soon as you got back to the house, you ran straight up to the bedroom, slamming the door and Harry pressed you against the door. You pulled at his shirt, popping off the remaining buttons of his shirt.

“Oops,” you giggled.

“Looks like you’ll buying me another one,” he smirked.

“Guess so,” you smirked pushing the fabric down his shoulders.

He wrapped one of your legs around his waist. You smirked moving your hips against him causing him to groan. He pulled down the top of your dress, quickly realizing you weren’t wearing a bra. Picking you up he carried you over to the bed where he laid you down pressing his lips against yours as his hands roamed over your body. Your hands were on his cheeks as you deepened the kiss before pushing him onto his back.

He ran his hands up your sides, bringing the zipper down and pulling your dress off.

“God you’re hot,” he mumbled staring up at you.

“You’re not so bad yourself, birthday boy,” you smirked leaning over him. “Now, sit back and relax.”

“Oh fuck,” he practically groaned out.

After a few rounds of birthday sex, the two of you laid cuddled up in the sheets together. His hand was on your ass while you laid your head on his chest.

“Feeling any older?” You giggled.

“Pretty sure I threw my back out, so yeah,” he laughed.

“Sorry,” you giggled kissing his chin. “But other than that how was your birthday?”

“It was more than I could have ever wanted it to be,” he smiled kissing your head. “Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome,” you smiled. “There is one last thing though.”

“Oh god, what else?” He laughed.

“Your present,” you smiled.

“Honey, you didn’t have to get me anything, this trip... everything tonight is enough... more than enough,” he said.

“I know, I know, it’s just a little something,” you said getting up and walking over to your bag.

You brought over the gift bag and handed it to him. He sat up pushing his hair out of his face before taking the tissue paper out. It was a large photo frame with his album cover in the middle, but that wasn’t all. It was statements/reviews written by fans with their thoughts on his album. The messages ranged from how much they loved the album to how much they loved him.

It took him a few minutes to read only half of them, when he looked up at you.

“H-how.. how did you do this?” He asked.

“Weellll, I might have had a little station set up at The Forum show. Fans were able to write you a message and I tried my best to get them all, but that would have literally needed an entire wall, so I took the best ones and put them on there,” you said.

“Wow, baby, this, I’m fucking speechless over here,” he laughed wiping at his eyes. “This means everything to me, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you smiled.

Harry put the picture down next to the bed before taking you into his arms, “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you smiled.

He smiled kissing you quickly before you laid your head back on his shoulder.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” you whispered.

He smiled kissing the top of your head before both of you fell asleep on what was the best birthday he had had in a very long time.

Hope you like it!

#One Direction Imagines #Harry Styles Imagines #Harry Styles One Shots

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johkneesficrec · 4 years

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BTS Ao3 Fic Rec

the ☾ ☽ means they are one of my favourites!!

a touch of sin by pettey for blowhard

After his transfer to a quiet seaside town, Jeongguk was prepared to face a year of uneventful CID work, but found himself dealing with a series of strange murders instead.

All Your Glory by eumorious

Jeongguk and Jimin's families have been rivals for decades, immersed into a life of extreme fortune and success. They've been groomed, since birth, to feel nothing but resentment and hatred for each other. Despite knowing that they're not allowed to interact, that they're meant to be competitors and nothing more - they can't help coming back to each other. Through the years, since teenagers, they can't help the intense attraction they feel towards each other.

Cycle Of Success by eumorious

Jeongguk and Jimin thought their life was finally sorted: their family empire collapsed, getting married and starting their own business together.

They quickly realise that marital life isn't as luxurious as they imagined, that money cannot buy all happiness, that family members that once have disappeared are still lingering around and they must further work on their relationship.

☾ Don't Think, Don't Speak, Just Smile for Me - Ragi ☽

“Jimin's not entirely certain that he'll be alive to see his 18th birthday and finally escape from his father's abuse, but Jungkook's music keeps him believing that he might actually make it.”

Imperfectly Perfect by whenIseeUsmile

Jungkook just moved to Seoul and comes to a new school. He's quite naive and believes that there is good in everyone. He loves photography and always carries his camera with him. He thought his life wasn't going to change much, even though he had moved to Seoul.

However, that changed, when he took a picture of a certain orange-haired boy with the brightest eye-smile he had ever seen.

listen to my heartbeat (it's calling you at its own will) by poplolli

Park Jimin has fluffy sweaters, green glasses, chubby cheeks and a smile what could make flowers grow.

Jeon Jeongguk has Reputation (with capital R), a motorcycle, way more black leather jackets than necessary and a Secret (with capital S).

And may or may not, Jeon Jeongguk has a teeny tiny Crush, too. (It's really tiny though, the capital C must be a mistake, okay.)

AKA the high school!AU where Jeongguk secretly likes cute things and Jimin has sweater paws.

☾ longing: a yearning desire by NaHe ☽

The first words a person’s soulmate will say to them appears on their left wrist on the day of their 18th birthday. Unless, of course, their soulmate has passed away.

Jungkook was a 21 year old with a blank wrist.

Pink Lemonades, Tattoos And I Love You's by orphan_account

Jimin had his summer all planned out, until he was forced to go to his grand mother's house in Busan. He thought his summer was going to be boring and long,

until he met Jeon Jungkook.

☾ save me by buttonjimin for zeuo ☽

Jimin, his parents' firstborn, has been raised from birth to be sacrificed in God's name on his eighteenth birthday. A month before his Date, he accidentally summons a demon―an annoying, self-righteous, uncooperative demon who won't take no for an answer. Now Jimin has to choose between his duty to his parents and God and the unexpected escape Jungkook offers him.

Riptide by peppermint_wind

Jeon Jungkook is still just a kid when he sets out for Seoul. He knows about the tall buildings, the maze-like roadways, and dorm life he's signed up for. He expects the difficulties of being a trainee, finds it in the holes of his worn out dance shoes and countless sleepless nights. But what he doesn't expect, could never expect, is meeting Park Jimin.

It's then Jungkook realizes that there's more to learn in Seoul than dance choreographies: about growing up, falling in love, and about himself.

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A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend.

Piercings by sixtieshairdo

“Did it hurt? When you got them pierced?”

He braves a look into Hoseok’s eyes, still amazed that they’re still talking.

“Yeah. Hurt a lot.”

“Bet you liked that, huh?”

Hoseok’s mocking him, a smirk on that handsome face, and he can feel himself blushing as he nods. He’s awful at lying and he knows that there’s no point lying to Hoseok, anyway.

Hoseok knows how high he got from pain.

“Bet you sported a boner during the piercing too.”

He opens his mouth to protest – because, yes he was aroused but no, he didn’t get a full hard-on, thank you very much – but gasps instead when Hoseok presses the cold metal can of Coke against his nipple, making the metal kiss the erect bud over and over, almost rudely.

“Hyung.”

“How long did it take to heal?”

He blinks owlishly, mind fuzzy from the sensation of the cold metal teasing at him.

“Three months.”

He feels Hoseok’s thigh slip in between his legs and he inches himself closer, so desperate to make physical contact with Hoseok, the cold metal slowly turning his brain into potato mush.

“When did you get them pierced?”

He’s rocking himself on Hoseok’s thigh, needy.

“Six months ago.”

Taboo by sixtieshairdo for teenuviel1227

Jungkook is a little shit.

The most infuriating, cheeky, horny fucker of a stepbrother anyone could have, and yet Hoseok knows he'd want Jungkook no other other way.

He feels his cock stir up interest, almost fully erect from the way Jungkook's toes have now taken to stroking a line up and down the base of his cock.

"Hoseok, now you're back home for the summer, you should spend more time with your brother. Jungkook told me his dance group could do with another instructor."

He nods at his father’s words, already knowing this since Jungkook and him are more in touch than their parents will ever know or understand. He will always find it amusing that they seem convinced that their sons don't get along. He wonders if their parents have misconstrued the intense sexual tension between him and Jungkook to be dislike for each other.

That couldn't be further from the truth, and the way Jungkook's sucking on the tips of his chopsticks as his toes continue to fondle his dick and balls under the table are proof of how much they do get along.

Even if Jungkook is an actual living breathing little shit.

The Less I Know The Better by mucha

“Together with their families, Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin… Wow, this is formal… Wait,” Hoseok squints at the paper, before looking back at Yoongi with a quizzical look on his face. “They invited you with a guest? But… You’re single, right?”

“Min Yoongi,” Jimin glares at him over the bar, crossing his arms sternly over his chest. “If you’re seeing someone and you didn’t tell us I will kick your ass, so help me god.”

“I’m not dating anyone,” Yoongi sighs, grabbing the invitation and scanning it quickly. The words “with a guest” are underlined and Yoongi can almost see it: the smugness on his brother’s face as he nods with satisfaction, putting the pencil down.

“So what does it mean?”

Yoongi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding making eye contact.

"I might’ve… invented a boyfriend," he finally mumbles to the glass in front of him.

warm woolen mittens - agust__d

“Yoongi loves holding hands, Christmas is coming up and Taehyung finds couple’s mittens.”

☾ Where The Heart Is - roachprince ☽

“If home is where the heart is, then we're all just fucked. (Fall Out Boy - 27)

Yoongi tries so hard to come home. Taehyung is already there.

(Or, to be less dramatic: Taehyung needs someone to play his boyfriend, and Yoongi lets himself get talked into one hell of a ride.)”

안녕하세요 New Orleans - vixxsparalleluniverse

Jeon Jeongguk has thyroid cancer, he wants to die. Since thyroid cancer is rare in Seoul, he is moving to New Orleans to get more treatment. There, he meets Kim Taehyung, a young saxophonist who has lung cancer.

ask me what's my best side, i'll stand back and point at you - lavab0y

“Jeongguk is a size queen but he still prefers Taehyung's dick over his 12 inch dildo.”

Closed Lips (and open wounds) by edenderry, Lookingathimhurts

Jungkook uses Taehyung as the prime subject of his essay. The catch: Tae doesn't know he's being used and Jungkook has a hard time remembering his goal.

Dedicate Myself to You by suddenly_yoongi

This is a world where soulmates share the same skin.

Only Taehyung and Jungkook are the first. Ever.

(Alternatively, the time Taehyung decided to try and communicate with the spirit world via his forearm, and ended up falling in love)

Headed to Hell for the Company by rix

A series of one-shots depicting Taehyung's time with his mildly sex-crazed half-demon boyfriend Jungkook.

☾ House of Cards by sugamins (orphan_account) ☽

Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.

"You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated."

☾ Hustlers by tbz ☽

Jungkook hadn't meant to lose nine million.

He certainly hadn't meant to lose his kidney.

And he hadn't meant to meet Kim Taehyung.

☾ I Bloomed For You... by Meanie_Beanie ☽

Jungkook just barely registered the warm soft skin of Taehyung’s palm, before his whole world changed. His skin prickled almost painfully, and it felt like somebody had sent a great wave of electricity crackling through him. The world went black for barely a second as a strange weight settled in his chest, and then the world came rushing back like a flood.

He looked up with wide eyes at Taehyung - no, at his soulmate - and expected to be met with the same surprised eyes as his own, but Taehyung just looked at him with a carefree smile.

“See you soon, Jungkookie,” he grinned teasingly before releasing Jungkook’s hand and turning around to leave. Jungkook stood there for several minutes, just staring at the spot where Taehyung had disappeared, with only one thought in his head.

Why had his soulmate just left him?

I Won't Fall (in love with you) by orphan_account

“You have to promise not to fall in love with me.”

Fall Asleep (Fall For You) by drannie

“They say when you fall in love you can’t fall asleep, but now that I’ve met you I feel like I finally can.”

A University AU where Jungkook and Taehyung become roommates. But Jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and Taehyung can't fall asleep alone.

keep the water warm - sassyneki

“’Get the fuck out of this room, Kim Taehyung.’

The last thing Taehyung expected this summer was to meet his new family, but as with all things, he's willing to give it a shot. He's willing to try. Too bad his new stepbrother doesn't feel the same way.”

New (Newer) Rules by jvante

“Step #1: Don't get involved with the guy your girlfriend cheats with.

Failed step 1.”

Mornings - Anli_Writes

“Jeon Jungkook was not a morning person, but Kim Taehyung could be very convincing when he wanted.”

Mr. Grumpy by dangerliesbeforeyou

Taehyung has a job interview at Jeon & Co... Everything was going fine until he met that rude asshole at the entrance.

☾ pulling shapes just for your eyes by aeterisks ☽

The number one rule when you're a producer on a show like Miss Right, Taehyung thinks, should be do not fall for the bachelor.

It's such a shame Taehyung has never been good at following rules.

see me, feel me by aeterisks, aetoms

Jeongguk never thought he would end up stumbling upon his Twitter crush's nsfw account, much less discover he's a camboy. As if that wasn't enough already, he ends up at Jeongguk's place with something he can't refuse.

see you through the screen by moonsteps

It started when kookie97 followed kimtaetae, a popular internet blogger and superfan of the famous Korean pop idol Jeon Jeongguk.

Or: Taehyung befriends his favorite singer without even knowing it.

☾ Seeking Heaven - fullofsuga ☽

“When Taehyung got the job at Seokjin’s asylum, he didn’t expect himself to be in so much trouble in the end. Sharing a room with a pyromaniac, get assaulted by an insomniac and fall in love with the patient no one knows what’s wrong with wasn’t something he had planned. Oh well, At least he still had his dog.

AU where Taehyung get’s a job as an undercover patient in Seokjin’s asylum of troubled personalities.”

☾ Stop My Heart by wowoashley (orphan_account) ☽

"What does it feel like?"

"What?"

"Knowing you fixed the heart of the man who broke yours?"

☾ Taste of Ink by sugamins (orphan_account) ☽

Jungkook is a drug runner for the largest gang in the whole of Busan: the Sam Yong Pa. One day he bumps into a runner for a rival gang in the next district that has trespassed into their territory: a Geum Sung Pa boy called Jimin. Jimin has a friend, a goon for the rival gang. Taehyung beats people up for a living, and boy, does he look good when he’s doing it.

But their blossoming friendships reignite old gang flames and causes the most brutal gang war the country has ever seen.

Dragons destroy and stars explode.

taste the rainbow - willinglywastingmytime

“in which pinterest is evil, jeongguk is not giving in (yet), and nobody likes purple skittles.

that one fic where taehyung decides to make lube using a pinterest recipe.”

☾ Then there's the landing by Sharleena ☽

The thing about Figure Skating is that it's the most brutal sport disguised as something incredibly beautiful to look at, something elegant and frail. Just like Kim Taehyung.

trust your heart if the seas catch fire by maxx

"Sometimes I wonder whether you'd be better off without me. Whether you really need me at all."

Taehyung has always doubted his necessity to the group, as well as to Jungkook. Usually a knock on the head would suffice to bring him back to his senses. But this time, it seems someone was listening to his request. Now, everything has changed. He's in a world where Jungkook and the rest of the group are still famous, but he isn't.

Unwanted Butterflies - Lookingathimhurts

“Jungkook and Taehyung hate each other. Except, of course, when they're having sex”.

We'll find a way to make it right by fitzgarbage

One of the quiet girls speaks up. “It’s interesting to see the difference between your last photos of him and these ones. The last ones, you looked like you were worshipping him, in a way. And in these, he looks like he’s worshipping you.”

Will you be my Forever? by flywithtaetae (kimtaehyungs)

From the moment Jungkook turned 18, he had been excited to see the numbers appear on his wrist.

762

Just 762 days before he finally meets his soulmate.

524

374

341

And then it stops.

☾ You're So Special by miniimin ☽

Sometimes you find your soulmate in the form of a dirty kid on the playground. Sometimes it takes a little longer to figure it out, but that's okay - in the meantime, you have a best friend.

(Or: Jeongguk falls in love before he knows what the word means. Taehyung spends all his years teaching him.)

Look What You Maid Me Do by Nasobem

"Your dress, Hyung," he says, almost condescending, as if Yoongi is being purposely dumb about it.

Yoongi's heart almost stops even as he can't help but watch Jeongguk lick sauce off his lips.

"My dress," he repeats, blinking and fighting the urge to cross his arms defensively. Jeongguk's lips twitch as he takes another bite, chews carefully and swallows. "The maid costume, for your punishment. Don't tell me you already forgot, Hyung?"

☾ Seeking A Friend For The End Of The World by TheOrgasmicSeke ☽

Jungkook was holding him against the edge of a bridge and asking him to jump into the unknown with him. He was asking Yoongi to trust him; a kid who he didn't even know existed until a few days ago. A kid that was quickly tearing down every wall Yoongi built up around himself for the past ten years and shoving himself inside, curling up like he belonged there all along.

So Yoongi did the only thing he could.

He jumped.

☾ Prison Pet by Honey0613 ☽

Jungkook is almost gang-raped in the showers on his first day of prison, but he's saved by the powerful mafia boss, Min Yoongi, who also happens to be serving time in prison.

Yoongi agrees to protect Jungkook and take care of him, but only if Jungkook becomes his little prison pet.

Black Cat by suddenly_yoongi

"’Jimin, they’re your soulmate. They’ll love you regardless. They’re not going to care about your Min Yoongi obsession. I promise.’

(AU in which the last of you turns eighteen and you switch bodies with your soulmate until you find them again)”

Conflicting Arrangement - PrettyBoyKiller

"Absolutely not," Yoongi deadpanned. "Namjoon-ah. I value you as a friend, and I think I'd even go as far as to say that you're my best friend, but absolutely fucking not."

"You owe me," Namjoon pleaded. "Come on, Yoongi, it's not a big deal."

"Your boyfriend's best friend's best friend needs a fake boyfriend to come out to his family this Chuseok, all the way in fucking Busan." Yoongi repeated drily without pause, making Namjoon wince. He flipped a page of his textbook, picking up his highlighter. "Not a big deal, Namjoon. Amazing."

Bangtan Bitches - Farquad

*Hoseok*: i want you so bad

*Hoseok*: kiss me tonight

*Hoseok*: xoxo your one true love

*Unknown*: Excuse you?

*Unknown*: Who are you?

*Hoseok*: no one, bye!!!

*Hoseok*: wrong number sry!!

The fic in which Hobi is dared to sext a stranger by Tae, Kookie and Chim and ends up falling in love with him.

Caffeine. //yoonseok// by orphan_account

“He thought maybe, it was the coffee that he was addicted to, but he was wrong. It was him. Yoongi was addicted to Hoseok.

Jung Hoseok runs a coffee shop on Main St. Min Yoongi is the cute head artist at the tattoo shop across the street. Hoseok is used to the artist coming in three or more times a day looking worn out, but this time, his face radiates a different kind of exhaustion.”

not one ship is the main focus of the fic or all its an ot7 poly kind of thing uwu

Anthem In The Wind by Yearning_Rumbles

A BTS AU set in the era of the Korean War between 1950 - 1953. A story about 7 boys and their lives in a war-torn Korea.

☾ Calamity by Halcyon_Nights, Supermans_crib ☽

They’re pushed to the limit by the nightmares that haunt them. Yoongi has voices in his head, Hoseok can’t face reality and Jimin despises water. Taehyung tries to shake the demon sitting on his shoulder so he can piece Jungkook back together, and Namjoon can’t seem to saw off his connections to the underworld. Jin is desperately trying to keep them all together. But what if, through all his effort and generosity, something goes amiss? What if, by some small margin, a loved one falls through the cracks?

ot7 thirst by thicccheesybagels

jimstealurjams: the microwave is on fire

sugamin roll: what in fuck

momjin<3: what in fuck indeed

namjams: wHY CAN’T YOU CORRECT Yo oNGS HYU NG HES AN ADULT TOO

sugamin roll: shut up u furry fuck jimin’s microwave is infires prioritize a bit outside of trying to get your mother’s dick

momjin<3: see, suga is a functioning adult joonie <3

namjams: what in fuck

Pastel by Supermans_crib

Jeongguk learns the age-old lesson that you can't run from who you are, or who you like, for that matter.

Welcome to the Family - ATLlove

“Jungkook's new stepbrothers define love a little differently.”

The cutest little, Little! Jungkook (or little jungkook in Target) - Deabakibnida

“Out of all the places for Jungkook to fall into little space it just had to be at a store, in a foreign country. What would his hyungs think if they saw him? He wanted to ignore his childish urge ...but the stuffed animals were inviting him over and It would be rude to ignore them. or New little,jungkook, accidentally falls into little space at target and his hyungs find out. (read to see the cutness that ensues!)”

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fic rec #namjoon #rm #seokjin #jin #yoongi #suga #jhope #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #v #jungkook #bts x reader #taekook #yoonmin #taegi #jikook #junghope #yoonseok #yoonkook

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lemonyellowlogic · 4 years

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the harder the rain, the sweeter the sun: chapter thirteen

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chapter thirteen: the announcement

“Okay, everybody, I have something to tell you!”

Emile stood up at the table in the middle of a dinner, an excited grin on his face. It was late for a dinner, but Remy had been gone all day scouting the border and Emile had been shopping at the closest market for the dinner’s ingredients, so Virgil wasn’t able to cook until late.

The four others paused their eating, Remy quickly swallowing before asking with a soft smile as they perched their face on their fist, “What is it, my love?”

“Well, I’ve been planning this for while now, but I just got the letter confirming it. I wanted to keep it a surprise until now.”

Diego raised an eyebrow, looking up at him slightly confused, “What?”

“The annual festival of spring in my village is on for this year after not being able to be for a few years now due to...tensions, but we can all go!”

Remy choked on their drink, looking at their husband in shock, “Love, what?”

“It’s almost Logan’s birthday too, so wouldn’t it be fun for the boys to come with us so Roman can meet him?”

“Emile, you can’t actually be serious.”

Emile’s face fell, mouth twisted into an annoyed pinched look, “I am in fact very serious, Emerson. What gives the impression I’m not?”

Remy cringed at their name, but stood, grabbing his hand, “My dear, you know how bad the tensions are right now. It really isn’t smart for your village to be creating any uproars or anything that could notify the human armies.”

Roman’s head shot up as he looked at Remy, “Human armies?”

Virgil and Diego looked at each other in confusion before all three teenagers stared at the adults, who looked at each other annoyed.

Emile waved it off, “Nothing, Roman, it’s just some rumors-”

“Some rumors? Emile, I’ve seen them myself! The human king is sending out more and more soldiers into the woods by the day and we don’t know why yet.”

Emile shot them a bitter look, taking his hand out of his partner’s, “Thanks for taking my side, dear.”

“I’m not going to lie to them, Emile!”

“We’re not lying, Emerson! We don’t know if they’re attacking or just scouting!”

“Why else would they be scouting for!”

“Guys!” Diego yelled standing up and glaring at his guardians, “Can we stop with the yelling?”

Emile pinched his brow, “I’m sorry Diego, that Emerson got worked up over nothing. Now, am I travelling alone or do any of you want to join me?”

Remy looked at Emile, their voice hard but their eyes pouring worry as they stared at their husband, “No one should go to the avian village, Emile!”

Emile quickly twisted towards them, “No. The boys will stay here, but I’m going to my home to visit my friends and to see my goddamn nephew, Emerson. I’m not a child, and I can protect myself.” Emile walked quickly out of the dining room, abandoning his plate of food and walking towards the bedroom, which they loudly slammed the door of.

The dining room was quiet as Remy slumped into their seat, hands covering their face as they groaned into them. Roman sat at the table still, staring at his plate of food as he thought about what happened. His father, sending more armies into the woods? That was not going to be good.

He flinched as he felt an arm grasp his shoulder but relaxed as he saw Virgil standing there. He pulled Roman out of his seat, and the two of them, plus Diego who saw them escaping, walked quickly out of the room and out of the house.

They ended up near the river, Diego jumping into it as the other two settled down near the edge. Diego’s head popped out of the water as he sighed, his long golden and black tail trailed back in the water, the almost completely set sun’s final rays shining off of his scales.

Roman laid back into the grass, “Well, that was eventful.”

“Tell me about it,” Diego groaned into his hands as he floated in the slow water, “The two of them never fight unless it’s actually important.”

Virgil hummed, sitting cross-legged as he thought, “Do you think the humans are actually preparing an attack? Ro, when you still lived there, was there any indication that the king was planning for one?”

Roman stiffened before forcing himself to relax, “Well, as a commoner, I didn’t hear much, but I knew that the king didn’t want to infiltrate the forest, and people thought he might’ve been afraid to do so.”

“So then what changed? How can a man change his opinions in just a few months?”

Roman shrugged at Diego’s question, “I don't know, but let’s hope for the best. Maybe he’s just scouting to see how much space Alimagians have and reveal he’s giving up territory?

Virgil raised an unimpressed eyebrow and Roman deflated, “I don’t know anymore. I thought I knew my kingdom more than I did, I guess.”

Diego stretched out to grasp his hand, looking into his eyes, “Hey, don't worry about it, Ro. We get it.”

Roman gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand once around Diego’s, and the boy squeezed back before letting go.

Virgil sighed, “So...are we ever going to talk about...this?” He gestured vaguely with one hand.

Roman looked confused, but Diego just blushed, “What do you mean?”

“The three of us, the hand holding, and just everything. Can we talk about it?”

Roman started blushing as well but looked away, staring the the woods at his left as he spluttered, “I-well, I mean-”

“Boys!”

Emile called out, walking outside, his face tired but stern, “I told the three of you no swimming after dinner. Come inside.”

Roman let out a breath of relief for not having to expose his heart so soon, but both Diego and Virgil looked annoyed.

Virgil groaned, “Diego’s the only one swimming, Em.”

Diego swatted at his arm, “Wow, thanks, V.”

“I don’t care. Get inside. I’m not in a great mood tonight, boys, don’t give me a reason t gt mad.”

The three sighed, Roman standing up first before reaching out first to Virgil to help him up, and then a transformed back Diego who was still soaking wet, his clothes the only things dry. He stood from the water and shook his head, shaking water all over his two friends.

Virgil squawked in indignation but Roman only rolled his eyes, giving Diego a look. Diego rolled his eyes back with a smirk before flicking his hand and pulling the water off of the two and himself and throwing it into the river behind him.

The three started walking back to the house, Emile having walked back inside and knowing the atmosphere wasn't going to be delightful. Virgil huffed into his room without a word, and Diego and Roman gave each other a confused look before Roman shrugged, saying good-night to the boy as he laid down on his bed.

The next morning, Emile walked out of their room early in the morning to make himself a cup of tea, his wings held tightly against his back. After he allied the boys inside, he had stalked back to his room and slammed the door. Eventually, Remy walked in in silence, changing and getting into the bed without a word to their husband.

Emile refused to speak to his partner that night even though he knew they were awake. Both of them got a night full of restless sleep over the hurt and annoyance the other felt. Emile truly wished Remy would just trust him more, trust him to make his own judgement, but he didn’t understand their fears.

The village had always had the festival, celebrating the blooming flowers and new animals that came each spring, but for the last three years, his people became more and more nervous of humans, since a few had begun exploring the avians’ mountains and coming close to finding their villages.

But finally, they decided to celebrate again, and Emile could finally visit without being worried. It'd been years since he saw little Logan, even thought the boy was about to turn seventeen now.

Remy had met his family before and Emile wished his partner could recognize that Emile truly was safe around them, but sadly, they didn't. There was talk of humans near the avian settlement, but there was always talk of it.

Humans rarely found it, and when they did, they often didn’t make it back to their homes. Not because the avians would kill them, they'd just succumb to the cold.

But still, knowing people, soldiers could find his home was frightening, many humans were.

Well, not Roman, Emile reminded himself, Roman was always sweet and never had tried anything. Anyways, even though humans may be near his village, his village is strong and protected, and so there shouldn’t be any worries, but Remy just wouldn’t listen to him.

However, Emile did take a peek into the living room where the human slept soundly, and let out a gentle sigh. Roman is fine, don’t worry, he assured himself, and went back to making the tea.

When he had his cup made, he hummed happily, and walked outside, sitting comfortably on one of the chairs that sat there, his wings relaxing as he was enveloped by the outdoors. He sipped his tea and sighed, a smile growing on his mouth.

“Emile?”

Emile tensed, and looked back at the door, seeing his partner standing there, their hand rubbing their neck awkwardly.

Emile cocked their eyebrow, their words coming out forced and biting, “Yes? What is it?”

Remy cringed, looking to the ground before meeting Emile’s eyes, “I’m sorry, Emile. I shouldn’t have tried to force you not to go, but...I’m just worried about you, Em.”

Remy sat down on a chair adjacent to their husband, and looked at them with guilt written on their face. Emile sighed, holding his tea in both hands as he sipped, “I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have yelled at you at the table in front of the boys, I’m just frustrated, Remy.”

“I know, my love. I’m still worried though, you know the rumors, that the king is planning an attack soon upon some villages. I just really don’t want you getting hurt.”

Emile let out another sigh, looking up at his partner, reaching out and grabbing one of their hands,“I know, love, but you have to trust me. Everything will be fine, and I’ll only be gone for a weekend or so. You’ve been to the village, it’s safe.”

“I know, I know, Emile. But do you have to go? I don’t want something to happen to you when I can’t help.”

“Well,” Emile placed down their cup of tea on a table and traced his partner’s jaw with his index finger, laying his hand on their cheek, which they leaned into, “You won’t always be there when I need you, but the time won’t be one of those times. Nothing will go wrong, I promise. And if something does, god forbid, I’ll come home right away, Okay?”

Remy sighed, nodding slowly before standing up and walking in front of Emile, who stood, opening his arms. Remy seemed to leap into them, hugging him tightly, “Okay, Emmy, okay.”

Emile smiled, hugging them back and kissing Remy’s temple, his wings wrapping around the two. After a minute or so of this, Emile spoke up, “Love, I need to finish my tea, let’s sit back down, hmm?”

Remy somehow nodded with their head still in Emile’s shoulder, and they pulled away, a soft grin on their face as they sat back down at the small table and chairs where they sat before and where his tea was sitting, still warm but cooling fast.

Remy took a sip from Emile’s cup, and he swatted at them, “Go away, Somnus. You don’t even like tea.”

“Wow, last name? How cold.”

Emile rolled his eyes with a smile, “Just like my tea is getting. Go get your own.”

“But I love bothering you.”

“You are the absolutely worst, my love.”

Remy leaned forward and kissed his cheek, “I know, “ and walked back inside to make themselves some coffee.

-o-

(a/n: emerson somnus is remy’s full name, but they go by remy. it is not their deadname or anything of the sort. emile kept his last name, picani, when the two were married and remy kept theirs as well.)

-o-

#lemon talks #lemon writes #thtrtsts #thtrtsts spoilers #sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #remy sanders #emile picani #things are starting to pick up now!!

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Skam España - Season 2 - Episode 1, Clip 6: Las amistades peligrosas

Hey you! Finally, we’re finishing the first episode! If you don’t know what I’m talking about, go check this post; here you go for the first clip and here for the last I posted, the fifth clip.

Well, let’s go for a 7 minutes clip (prepare yourself a lot of time, it’s going to be long, but like LONG).

Hi everyone! Today we’re here for a new tutorial: “How to prepare yourself for a date with your crush?”. I’m sorry, but the music and the fact that it almost takes 30 seconds of the clip is clearly here to take it with humor, and tbh, I live for this shit.

“Nah.”

What I love is that it’s so accurate. For example, we all screamed to our mother to not go open the door for the person ringing (what I mean is that it’s great because the viewer can immediately relate to Cris).

Another touch of humor, we discover she tried, like, A LOT of sweater. I mean, at this point I can’t say anything but that I love Cris. (Oh, and poor teddy bear who doesn’t know his fate yet.)

“Breathe, you’re great.”

The music stopping and coming back and stopping again when the door closes, the teddy bear and this face. You don’t know how much I’ve laughed with this clip; everything is meant to be funny.

“Now is the moment of your life.” god this song xD

Look at her breathe out again, I love her (and wow, this door is... dark).

Yep, you’re right my dudes, she checks her out.

No but more seriously, look how chill she seems. The chin is high, hands in the pocket, her shoulders are opened, and I mean, this look (+little bonus for the left raised eyebrow), 100% confident; BUT I can’t help myself thinking that she must be freaking out internally (we can notice the movements (swings maybe?) she does with her body, most of the time, we let out our “anxiety”, our stress with these kind of gesture, so yeah).

“Hello, I’m awkwardness! I’m the one who makes you pose as a dummy. I’m sure you’ll love me!”

“OMG THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS A DUMBASS, AND SHE IS CLUMSY AND AWKWARD AS FUCK, MARRY ME ALREADY!” (I’m sorry, sometimes I think I’m funny even if I know I’m not.)

“I hate myself.” (relatable btw)

Everything in this clip is brilliant. It’s such a funny way to show something real and still be accurate. I’m sure we all had the opportunity to see ourselves in Cris at the moment, this clumsiness/awkwardness; I’m sorry but I’m a gay mess like Cris, I’m just happy to have my representation. (Oh, and the little “vale” from Joana is cute af, it’s not awkward or anything, it’s perfectly in character: confident but reassuring)

Okay so… the next sequence is like… we’re going to have a lot, but when I say a lot, I mean A LOT of things to say, because these two are a fucking goldmine. What I’m trying to tell you is that we’re here for a loooong time together (but I’m sure deep down you like it).

Cris being like “Okay, does she like my room? How does she react?”

Btw, her room is like, wow. They really did a good job with the decoration. Yes, I know, we all saw it, the “LIPS”; “KISS”, I know. Oh, and I love her laptop. I’m sure I can’t see a lot of references but, yeah, we already have too much to say x)

I love how Joana is looking at the entire room. Joana is me. I already said it in other clips, but Joana “sees” thing, she is observant (to me it’s a quality).

I’m so bad at catching it, but Cris’s reaction at the length of the film kills me. Plus, am I the only one laughing so hard as she tries to do small talk? xD (which btw doesn’t work at all because Joana doesn’t complain about the film)

Joana, a complation: Confused Joana – “Meh” Joana – Shocked Joana.

God… This face kills me. More seriously, at the moment, they really aren’t on the same wavelength. Cris complains about the film, when Joana just says she likes it. Cris’ all reaction is really interesting. It’s like the “typical” teenage reaction in front of a school work, but at the moment, there’s also this need to just- say something; because she’s like this, she’s the one who talks for the sake of talking. She talks without really thinking about it; but let’s keep this for later okay? (Oh, and yes, Joana’s gaze, but it’s going to be like that in the rest of the clip so…)

Some teasing. I like that. There really is a chemestry between these two that I love. I like how Joana is like “Oh I see, she’s going that way” and Cris is completely in character and is just “pitching into” her, in a way? (trying to translate a french thought in english is a disaster, believe me).

Thank god, I like to see some repartee. It’s so fluid, you need to remember that they know each other for literally, 2 DAYS, and we already have this kind of complicity. Brilliant.

Look at these happy girls.

I don’t know how to interpret the fact of Joana’s smile slowly fading and then her gaze quickly going back to the laptop, as if she was realizing something or I don’t know. It’s impossible to catch it in pictures, but just look at her after the joke. Plus it’s hard to interpret it because we have a “jump cut”:

We see her smiling and looking at Cris. So… I don’t want to misinterpret things so I’m just going to shut up and continue. Even if maybe (and I say maybe because the rest of the clip proves me wrong until the end), there’s Eloy and the fact that she knows she shouldn’t get to close from Cris even if she wants to.

“Guys, you’re annoying, I’m on a date.”

More seriously, the filming is pretty nice; we have the camera moving from a shot where we have both of them to a shot with only Cris and her messages, maybe to show that she doesn’t pay attention at what is Joana doing anymore (which also means that the rest of the time she was indeed paying attention at every single movement of Joana).

To support my thoughts, when her mother interrupts them, we come back to a shot with the two girls; she isn’t “captivate” by the messages anymore.

Little bonus for the “please Mom don’t say something stupid, don’t ruin this” face.

I live for this shit.

Joana still being a meme + the iconic “My friend heard you” because it’s so fucking accurate (don’t lie, we all said it once + send some love to your mom btw, she deserves it, even if most of the time she embarrasses you).

Joana’s face be like “I was laughing, but I’m trying to not show it because I know it’s already awkward enough, so I’m just going to smile and be reassuring.”

“Stay chill. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. Stay calm. Stay fucking calm. OMG is she really doing this? There’s so much tension. Send help. Please.”

I’m sorry but the “We’re good with what we have.” ? I don’t know if it’s the exact translation, but it’s so ambiguous. I love that.

“Don’t show anything. You’re not destabilised. Stay chill. WtF the TeNsiON. I’m FucKiNG DEstaBiLIsed.” + Joana clearly looking at how Cris is reacting, she’s such a tease (not in the bad way though, I’m not insulting her calm down). Yes, don’t worry, I didn’t forget. BOLD+1500.

Come on, just look how proud she is, while Cris is dying internally xD I’m dying too btw.

Some interesting body language though, the fact of Cris trying to get back her shit together by sitting straight and Joana having her chin really high and her shoulders open; it clearly shows who is at ease and who isn’t imo x) + (yes there’s a lot of things happening) Cris crossing her arms in front her is a way to “protect herself” (not from Joana, but from the overwhelming) and most importantly to “control” herself and kind of find a way to seem more confident or at least not affected.

Cris coming back with her small talk and Joana being like “Yeah, act as if nothing just happened, I saw you panicking anyway.” But more seriously, it’s interesting to see that Cris is a fucking mess. I mean, she tries her best to sound and appear confident, but FUCK she isn’t xD And btw, one of Cris’ most important characteristic is her joking all the time to get rid of every “problematic” situation (it’s not something bad, but I don’t think it’s good either, as we could see in the last clips).

Joana just laughing at Cris’ “joke” and not continuing the conversation is me in 90% of the interactions I have with people (but it’s not what’s important). The most important is that, in a way, it reinforces the fact that they still aren’t really on the same wavelenght, and I think Cris can feel it because of this little look:

It’s also clearly a moment (before this look) where Cris is trying to get back her composure + this little look is there to check if Joana is still in a “teasing mode” or not with her (I think); but tbh, I don’t feel a lot of awkwardness in all of this.

Her phone saving her, just look how fast she grabs it xD (Nope, I didn’t miss Joana’s thing she always does with her nails/fingers, don’t worry.)

Yes guys, you’re used to it now, this is “worry”; not the BIG worry though, but the mouth dropping a little, the eyes openning, the movement backward. It’s not a lot, but it’s here.

“My crush or my friends?”

Joana, baby girl, it’s not really allowed to look at someone else’s phone/messages. She is so sneaky xD

But yes, a sweetheart.

(I don’t talk a lot about the movement both girls do with their legs, but, well no, I don’t want to say it’s “anxiety” because in the moment it’s not, but it’s still a way to let the “pressure” out, you know? I mean, we all do this kind of things unconsciously when we are with people, especially when we “like” them. Anyway.)

Joana smiling as she looks at the bowl (+shaking her head) because Cris just placed it between them is PRICELESS.

Btw, Cris not answering for a party is… wow? I mean, they didn’t place all of this in this clip for nothing. It allows them to show that Cris is maybe, yeah no, clearly interested by Joana. It just reinforces things.

Cris’ little glance at Joana (did I already say she’s clumsy? No? She’s so fucking clumsy and I love that).

Joana noticing the glance, but she doesn’t glance, no no no, she STARES guys and we’re here for this shit.

She notices Cris’ discomfort and embrassed smile, but keeps staring.

And then we have THIS; but this time, there’s nothing awkward, to me it’s just really cute. Oh, and of course, all this dynamic with their glances and stares shows even more that Joana is way more confident and at ease than Cris.

(I’m wondering if it’s really acting or just Tamara and Irene messing around, trying to hold a laugh and just being two dumbasses. Nah, I think they’re just amazing at representing simple things. Yes, I’m having a debate with myself, just keep reading!)

That’s cute.

Look at this proud and happy Cris. We’re finally seeing her a little more at ease, her chin is higher and her shoulders starts to open, because yeah, during the past 2 minutes (more or less) we have her shoulders really tensed and closed with her head really low, kind of forming a “protection” around her; but now yeah, she’s finally relaxed thanks to Joana being all the time so chill, smiley, not awkward and reassuring in her own way.

2:50 of the clip and I already have 23 pages on my Word. We’re not even at the HALF of the clip, I’m already dying. Anyway, I already haven’t said a lot of things but everything is brilliant, so let’s continue and start having some real conversation between these two.

FIRST. How did these two end up in this position? One of the other mysteries of Skam España.

A thought just like that, before this shot the movie was only a music, whereas here we have a conversation; maybe it’s showing that Cris finally pays attention too what is said (I don’t know).

(Little disclaimer, I never read “Les liaisons dangereuses” (because yeah, it’s French) but I tried to understand the story to be sure that I’m not missing too many things about what’s going to be said. Anyway.)

Look at how Joana seems so interested by the movie, so “in it” (French thoughts sorry). Plus, I think it’s the first time we see it (it’s going to be recurrent later) but she plays with her necklace. It’s the first time they want us to notice that necklace btw. We know that the movie is about relationships, love, etc… and the particular moment they’re watching is important because it’s a “““break-up”””. I find it interesting to make her play with her necklace at this specific moment because it’s one of the first hints about BPD. She feels more affected than others by this kind of scenes.

And YES, Cris’ stare. Plus, we go from this shot to this shot:

Here we literally have Cris’ point of view, what she sees + this close shot gives something really intimate. I love it.

She can’t stop staring, that’s… wow.

Joana noticing the stare and looking up.

Cris looking back at the laptop. It’s not really an embarrassed smile though, there’s nothing awkward here. Yep, Joana looking at her lips.

Joana shaking her head in disbelief is the entire fandom in front of Cris being a gay mess. CRIS’ SMILE THOUGH. And yes, there’s NOTHING awkward, that’s super cute I’m dying.

“Is she really…?” (I love how the close shot, which represent intimacy, is thrown away and we come back to a larger shot when the mother interrupts the intimacy)

“Yes, she is…” + Joana being a cute adorable dork when she laughs + thank you for giving us some representation with our periods! (and yes, I’m not that surprised by this situation, my mom is literally the same.)

SO MUCH COMPLICITY I’M DYING. DO YOU HEAR ME?

(yes, Cris is looking again at Joana, but come on I can’t put every gaze in picture xD) The famous “No puedo evitarlo”… Let’s be completely transparent; this whole clip is a HUGE foreshadowing for their entire relationship, and I’m here for it.

Cristina “seriously?” Soto Peña or Cristina “I’m judging you; a lot” Soto Peña, choose your fighter.

Disappointed Joana (+ a bit annoyed).

Btw, Cris dropping her opinion on the characters with no argument and just saying that he is a son of a bitch and that she is an idiot, is so much in character + “I would tell him to fuck off”, well darling… you won’t... and you will, in a way.

What I love about all of this, is that this clip is here to show what is Cris’ vision of love and relationships at the start of the season because they need a starting point to show how much she is going to grow through this season.

Still “not impress” Cris, and yes, another hint for Joana’s BPD (the fact of not being able to control the feelings, even if in this case, it touches everyone and it’s just Cris who doesn’t realize it. It’s hard to act coldly and we have here another characteristic for Cris and Joana, they’re different on this point, we have a more “mature and rational” Joana) + It’s really discreet, but Joana glances many times at Cris lips (yeah, that’s it).

OUF. Disappointment. Again. It’s really hard to catch Joana’s “annoyance”, but her rolling her eyes at Cris’ joke is priceless. They really aren’t on the same wavelength (at least, for the movie, they really are at ease with each other, but not on their thoughts/belief). Oh, and Cris still joking about everything… (though, I think it’s just her way to “flirt” maybe) just let’s keep it for later.

“No, I’m serious” and we go from a wide shot to a close shot. Joana brings back some intimacy; the shot makes the viewer understand that it’s going to be important in the next seconds. Brilliant.

And oh wow… we never saw Joana like that before. The head is forward, the jaw is a little clenched (what I mean is that her mouth is “hold”, it’s not dropping), the gaze is straight ahead, the eyebrows are a little frown, and maybe the nostrils are a little wider (not sure) + the tone is- I wouldn’t say “harsh”, but there’s still some anger/annoyance behind it + the big annoyed sigh before she starts talking + the gestures/movements she does with her head to reinforce what she says, they are quick and short (btw, when she said “the count is a son of a bitch”, the movement with her head says no, she doesn’t agree with what she says, yes guys, the details, it shows a great acting too) + the “right?” to end her sentence. She’s confronting Cris, no jokes allowed; and tbh, I like that, I like this part of her character.

(Okay, maybe you’re right, having such a deep conversation about love at the first date is a little bold; bold+1502)

(Just look at when Joana sits up) she was smiling, and now we have… a destibalized Cris (yep, again). I like how she looks up, a little to the right, it means that she’s really thinking about it + yes, she’s clearly avoiding Joana’s gaze (it takes her 6 seconds to look back at her). Oh, and I LOVE how the camera is moving between their two faces. When Joana talks, she is in the shot because Cris is looking at her; when Cris is talking and NOT looking at Joana, we only see her on screen, but when she finally looks back at Joana we have this shot :

I already said it no? BRILLIANT.

Yep, Joana seems “calmer” (good job, you see, you’re making progress!); the eyebrows are a little raised, the mouth is slightly curved, and wow, she’s like, really listening to what Cris is saying, just look at her eyes, she’s so attentive.

Look at Joana slowly starting to smile again, we see you girl. Oh, and Cris thinking she’s bad and talking about her grades starts to show some insecurities, even if she’s joking about it + she’s right even if Joana doesn’t confirm it, there’s revenge in the story (and btw later in the season too, so much foreshadowing).

I don’t know why, I just like this shot/scene in general. It’s intimate, they’re really listenning to each other (those gazes god…), and their conversation is pretty deep.

Yep, looking again at her lips.

I love how they “exchanged” the shots, let me explain; now, when one of them is talking, we have the camera focused on the other, we literally see how they’re looking at each other and it means so many things: the most important isn’t their face anymore, it’s the words of the other, it’s how they’re touched by them; it’s deep because what we see on screen is Cris (okay), but it’s also Cris “seeing” herself react to Joana, how she feels about Joana’s words (you see? Yeah I know it’s really far from just looking at the body language, and maybe I’m completely misinterpreting, but it’s important). GOD I REALLY LOVE THIS SHOW BECAUSE IT’S BRILLIANT.

Oh, and on a more “down-to-earth” analysis, the frown shows that Cris is really focused, she’s attentive, even if her eyes and the curves of her mouth are more like “I’m not sure I’m following you.”

Guys, I’m not joking. Find someone who looks at you like that when you’re talking. This is beautiful.

God… on close shots like this, so many things are happening; when I said “goldmine” earlier, I wasn’t joking guys; I really invite you to do the same, just take the time to look at the details (if you noticed the little eyebrows relaxing, and then raising really quickly; and her mouth opening a little and also relaxing around the words “happy/love story”, I’m proud of you!)

“I don’t really agree with you, honey.” The raised but at the same time frowned eyebrows, and the little movement of her head shows “surprise”, or more like “um- wait.”

“But what kind of love is that?”, thank you Cris. Wow… finally we have Cris having a deep and serious talk. And I like her vision of love (because yes, she has one!); she doesn’t understand the point of suffering: “all the count does is make her suffer”; we have a really sweet and soft Cris here.

Lips again, it’s getting redundant baby girl + when the camera was moving from Cris to her, she was already looking at her lips.

Exactly the same face from earlier, still in the “confrontation”, but this time I also see a little more “disgust” maybe, or “disbelief” (the mouth is a little more opened and the eyes are wider) but in my head it means some kind of “are you serious?” but weaker (you know? God, I really don’t have the level to do this kind of things in English).

I don’t know how to interpret the return to this shot; but I think it’s because they want to include these two in the same shot because the “when you love someone, blah-blah…” will have a real meaning for both of them later in the season, because they will both suffer of the absence and of being ignored by the other. And YES, Joana queen of foreshadowing.

I’m not talking a lot about what is said, because I don’t really like this vision of love. I know that suffering is a part of it (but it’s not love which makes you suffer, it’s how you deal with it) and that Las amistades peligrosas have a really “complicated love story”, but to me, it’s clearly not healthy. Maybe it’s love, but not the “good kind” of love, you know? Also, OF COURSE, it’s a new hint for Joana’s BPD; they suffer way more than others when it comes to not being able to spend time with people they love + all this conversation shows “something new” about Joana; I mean, it seems that she way more experienced than Cris about relationships, etc.

(Yep, Cris is a little taken aback by the “and?”)

To me, Joana’s face means some kind of “You really don’t understand what we’re talking about, don’t you?” (but soft). It’s like she’s trying to find something on Cris’ face or in her gaze (it’s really a feeling I have, I don’t know why? what? how? I just follow it and I don’t think I can interpret it; I only can notice it and share it with you).

Lips, AGAIN (and yes, her head is leaning forward). And this time, yeah, Cris was staring at her eyes she can’t have missed it; and guess what?

“Let’s look away and try to talk about something else” (yes, you’re good, you noticed that Cris’ mouth is way more opened, congrats! A little before she moves her gaze, you can see it slowly opening, even maybe her chin “trembling” but it’s really discreet).

(Do you realize that that there are so many things happening each second?) When Cris starts talking, Joana’s chin quickly rises, kind of a “come back to reality” – LIPS. AGAIN. – “What is she talking about?”.

Okay, that’s cute.

But with this joke, we come back to a wider plan; the intimacy and depth are gone.

Wait, I just realized this now but, look at their legs, they are SO close, omg.

“Oh, maybe I was wrong, my future wife is brilliant.”

Again guys, find someone who looks at you like that when you’re talking + this “Sí”; I’m dying + on the shot before Joana looks at her lips (it’s not surprising anymore) + just look how attentive she is, it’s really cute + yes, we’re back with the “intimate shot”, and the fact that we see the reaction of one girl when the other is talking.

“Excuse me, what?”

Look at her, she is so unconfident about everything she says, she can’t believe Joana likes her idea.

Yep, we’re back with that. “I said it just to say something”, one of Cris’ most important caracteristic. She thinks what she says isn’t important, or serious. Joana is, right here, the only one who takes what she says seriously. We thought that Cris is someone really confident and everything, but with this first episode we already have A LOT of hints showing that she maybe doesn’t have a that strong self-esteem as we thought, and this is a really important point.

Joana, queen of reassurance.

Can she be cuter? Come on, that’s amazing she’s so proud of herself, thanks to Joana. They already have so much “power”/effect on each other. 2 DAYS GUYS, 2 DAYS. And, yes, close shot again, we keep jumping between intimacy and “normality”, it becomes more and more fluid and natural between these two (I love this show so fucking much).

“Vale”- “Vale”; just go dig my grave.

Happy girl.

And OMG we’re playing again with the shots, Joana is looking at Cris and then we have this:

And then the camera isn’t moving anymore, we only have cuts to show each girl, the rhythm is a little faster.

Lips + LIPS guys, no subtlety anymore xD

“OMFG iT’s HApPeNiNG!”

No but more seriously, I can’t catch the reaction in one picture; but the mouth and the smile dropping in the blink of an eye + her eyes widening + her body slowly going backward and raising a little.

The funniest is that we don’t see Joana at the moment, we only see Cris’ reaction and it only gives more “suspense”. This is BRILLIANT.

The camera moving with Joana, WHILE she looks at Cris’ eyes + Her gaze shifting between her eyes and her lips + Cris being completely somewhere else, trying to look away; she doesn’t process at all what’s happening.

This is cute, but at the same time I can’t help but laugh and I don’t know why xD (it’s not awkward though). Yes btw, bold+1550.

THIS. It doesn’t last long, but wow… There is so much intensity; and at the same time, it shows so many things about how they both feel. Cris is completely lost, her mouth, her jaw and her eyes, she has no control of it (wide eyes, mouth a little open; you can see this expression even more before the eye contact, because there Cris already had a little movement with her chin, kind of realizing what’s happening) + she doesn’t move at all.

At the opposite, we have a “determined” Joana, she knows what she’s doing; I mean, everything is in her gaze + the mouth and the jaw, she has a total control of it + well, she is leaning, like LEANING forward; and we stan.

This is cute; these little smiles, it takes all the rest of the awkwardness away (and there wasn’t a lot left).

It’s hard to describe everything, so I’m giving you some leads: Joana doesn’t have a lot of things to say here, her face isn’t moving a lot, everything is in her eyes, and of course some movements with her lips. On the other hand, Cris is WOW; her eyes shifting all the time and her mouth are SO EXPRESSIVE; take your time to look at everything, because in what? 5 seconds, there’s a lot.

(I’m wondering if the smile is maybe more Irene than Cris, because it quickly goes back to something a little more “apprehensive”; just a thought like that, no real analysis just a feeling.)

This last gaze… at this point I just let myself be carried by so much intimacy and tension.

Just a quick remark, it’s not a secret but Joana is so much more at ease, because Cris really can’t “stabilize” her gaze and keep the stare as Joana does.

And yep, we’re back to the same situation than in the second clip. We have Cris who immediately breaks the connection, while Joana stays in it. In any case, I don’t know if she really was ready for a kiss (let’s wait 3 long weeks now xD).

When I first watched this clip, I wasn’t really surprised by the mom coming; I mean, they didn’t make her interrupt them multiple times for nothing.

Oh, and bold+1600 just for remaining so chill and keeping this little smirk during all the “leaning forward” thing.

“For fuck sake.”

We stan a queen rolling her eyes 24/7 – We’re used to it now guys, worry, again. Her face is really like “No come on, don’t tell me you’re leaving.”; that’s cute.

(Okay, quick remark again with the shot, we have Cris’ pov who’s looking at Joana, blahblah, you understood.) A lot of people think “Now we know it, it’s Eloy texting her, she knows she almost fucked up and she’s just fleeing”; and I’m not so sure about that. First, yes of course, worry and annoyance: the worry is here with the openned mouth just before and the huge breath she takes, and annoyance, with the loud sigh, the thing with her lips, her eyes and the cold “I have to go”. Here is my opinion: if it really was Eloy, that she was supposed to meet him for exemple, why would she had asked Cris to watch the movie, perfectly knowing the length of it? No, I think it’s maybe her parents asking where she is, because maybe she hasn’t told them she was out because her reaction is close to a “I’m screwed” + a quick reaction and decision like that, I think hints again for BPD (when I say hints it’s stupid because it’s just her reacting to the world around her, but I think you understand what I mean).

Cris being so desperate: “Already?”; “Um, shouldn’t we finish the movie?”; it’s cute though, she doesn’t want her to leave, but damn it’s so clumsy xD

New aspect of Joana, she is a little destabilized and we don’t have her usual confidence. She is really avoidant with a quick, low, and weak “yes”; she is already grabbing her jacket, kind of fleeing Cris. A messy excuse “I’ve already seen it” (why are you here then? xD I mean, I know it’s not a lie because there’s a chat about it, but it just makes me laugh) + her voice is “different” you know? Yeah, really, we have a completely other Joana here.

“Fuck.”

“I’ll walk you out”, Cris really tries xD

And damn we really have Joana “pushing her away”; it’s like in the blink of an eye, she completely changed even if she’s really polite and everything, and it’s brilliant

+ Here (pictures) we have Joana with the joke and this cute smile which gives her back some confidence - but then we have the other gaze with all the “composure” she tries to keep fading again.

Some hope with the “Well, I’ll see you on Monday, right?” + You even can see (before the picture) on Cris’ agreement, we have a smile forming and she seems so relieved, that’s cute (an yes, close shot on Joana, so Cris’ pov).

Fuck, those pupils.

Cris’ emotional journey be like:

“What the hell just happened?” – Queen of eyes rolling (god, this sigh).

“It’s so unfair!” (her eyes shifting everywhere, kind of processing the situation) – The most interesting face, because I’m not sure how to interpret it. I hesitate between two things: a movement to bite her lips or cheeks or whatever; OR it’s a “common” movement, we do this kind of thing when we’re speechless, when we want to talk but nothing comes out, as if our mouth follows our thoughts but our throat doesn’t; it helps us to regain our composure in away (+ there’s so much frustration; again, all of this is here to add some humor).

We have a movement backward, to breathe a little, to let things out; and just look at this adorable gay mess, she’s so cute + “Well… at least we spent some time together, it’s not that bad…” – “Fuck, of course that’s bad! I hate my life.” + Cris closing her eyes as the ending screen comes, come on, stop being so on top…

Bold score: 1600 (congrats Mrs. Bianchi).

What I love with this clip is that it tells us what’s going to happen (they’re going to have the “No puedo evitarlo” and the “don’t you love me?”; they’re going to suffer; Cris will go through all the stages of what she calls “idiot” here). It just allows us to have a starting point for Cris and Joana’s growth through the season; and this is brilliant. And yes, we are fucking clowns.

Anyway, we finally finished this first episode! It was long, but so interesting to do. We already have so much information about Cris and Joana, that’s brilliant. Again, a quick reminder, I don’t pretend to be an expert or whatever, I just share with you my thoughts, and of course there must be a lot of mistakes and I’m sure I forgot a lot of things.

I’m going to take a little break with Skam España, which means that the next analyses won’t come soon, and I’m pretty sure I won’t do all the clips because it takes me too much time; but yes, definitely, I’ll write other reaction, don’t worry about that!

I hope you enjoyed, thank you so much for reading!

#skam españa #skam españa s2 #clips s2 #clips ep1s2

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redstarwriting · 5 years

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Young & Dangerous

Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: “I have a request regarding the OG Avengers. Let's say reader is the youngest member on the team, maybe still a minor, and despite having already proved themselves, they feel inferior to the rest of the team. Fluffy reassurance is needed, maybe with Steve or anyone else you care to write about at the moment. But no romance with this one please.”

Word Count: 1,310

Genre: Fluff | Angst | Platonic

Warnings: Language, Self deprecation, Not feeling good enough

A/N: ANOTHER ONE wow look at this!!! I’m feeling a lot better so hopefully I can just constantly write and post stuff! This request didn’t specify a gender, so I made it gender neutral. I have some requests that I still need to write, but I’ll still take new ones! It just might take a hot minute until I write them. I’m a very slow writer, as you all can probably tell lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one!

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This was just another day of you being curled up in a ball under your comforter, wondering why you were even living in the Avengers Tower with the greatest heroes on Earth. It didn’t matter to you that you’ve proven yourself time and time again to the others, you just didn’t feel good enough. Ever. A lot of your insecurities stemmed from the other Avengers being so much older than you. Since you were only sixteen, you felt like an inadequate member of the team. I mean, come on. Steve was in triple digits and Thor was in quadruple digits. And you just got the okay to drive- as long as you got a permit and had six months of driving with a guardian under your belt. Tying in with the age inferiority, your experience was far less than theirs. While they were out stopping bad guys and training to become super spies, you were sitting in gym class watching Captain America tell everyone the importance of being able to do twenty-five push-ups and run a mile. You may have had an interesting and hard to beat power, but you weren’t experienced enough. You were horrified you would mess up someday and engulf the entirety of your team in flames.

You honestly just had a ridiculous amount of doubts about yourself, and the rest of the Avengers noticed. They also noticed that today was classified as one of your “bad days,” but so far this “bad day” has been a “bad week.” You weren’t training. If you came to the kitchen to get food, you wouldn’t say anything more above “hey” or “hi,” and then you’d go right back to your room. You would proceed to stay there for the rest of the day and all throughout the night.

“I just don’t get it,” Nat says, arms crossed as she stares down the hallway toward your room. “Come on, I’m sure when you were younger you sometimes felt like you weren’t good enough. It’s teenager stuff,” Steve answers her, although he also doesn’t understand why you would be like this. “Well, yes, but (Y/N) can literally shoot fire from their fingertips. They’ve made it pretty obvious to us that they’re capable of taking on like, 15 men at once and beating all of them. Their age shouldn’t make them feel like this, it just doesn’t make sense.” “I know that, Nat. So does Tony, Banner, Barton, and Thor but (Y/N) just focuses on their flaws. It honestly reminds me of when I was that age. Believe it or not, I didn’t always look like this, and I always doubted myself. We just handle it in different ways. I would try as hard as I could to push the thoughts of being inferior and smaller than everyone else out of my mind, always standing up for what I believed in and never backing down from a fight even though I would get absolutely pummeled in them. (Y/N) just succumbs to their thoughts and can’t do anything but feel like they aren’t good enough,” Steve tells Nat, who raises her eyebrow. “You know they had before and after pictures of you, right? For science? I know what you looked like but that’s beside the point. You sound like you know exactly what (Y/N)’s going through. Why don’t you go talk to them?”

“You think I should?” “Yeah, I mean, our elders are wiser than us after all. And you’re like, literally almost 100 years older than they are,” Nat pokes fun at him, and he smiles and rolls his eyes. “You know I look pretty good for a man going on 102 years old,” he tells her and she scoffs. “Just go talk to them, Rogers.”

“Okay, okay. I’m going,” he says, walking away from Nat with a grin on his face. She smiles, walking to the living area convinced that he can definitely help you out. You hear a gentle knock on your door, and you sigh muttering a quiet, “Come in.” You hear your door open and then close, but you’re facing the opposite direction so who just entered is beyond you. Until you hear him speak. “Hey, Hot Shot. You doing okay?” you hear Steve ask, and you turn to look at him. “Does it look like I’m doing okay?”

“No, no it doesn’t,” he says, walking over to your desk to grab you chair. he pulls it out, then straddles the back of it with a sigh. “So, you’re feeling down.”

“Oh my god stop it, I don’t need a lecture from Captain America I get that enough at school,” you say, but a small smile appears on your lips. “Well then how about a lecture from your good friend, Steve Rogers?” he suggests, and you roll your eyes. “Fine.” You sit up, pulling your legs to your chest as he moves over to sit on your bed with you. “What’s got you so down, kid?”

“It’s just… I don’t know. You guys are all just so… good at being heroes. If I mess up even a little bit I’ll just bring death and destruction to everyone in my general area. Not to mention you guys are all actual adults and I’m literally a child. I’m still in high school, Steve. High school. You went to high school in like, the 1930’s. I’m just not… good enough for this. I’m dangerous and young and stupid and not good enough to be considered an Avenger, let alone live in the Avenger’s Tower.”

Steve nods, analyzing everything you just said before starting to talk. “Well, (Y/N), you’re just as good as us. In fact, do I need to tell you how many times you’ve saved all of us? Because I know. And it’s a lot. Just because you’re younger than us doesn’t mean you aren’t good at what you do. I know your powers can be dangerous and destructive, but have you lost control of them yet? No, you haven’t. You’re a strong-willed person and I’ve never seen someone with as much control over what they can do as I have when I see you fight. Not even Banner knows how to control his powers like you can control yours. I know how hard it can be, feeling like you just aren’t good enough. I felt like that for 20 years of my life, and I still fell like that sometimes. But I can assure you that no one here thinks you aren’t good enough. Except for yourself. When we saw what you could do, we brought you onto the team because we saw how amazing you really were. We saw a drive in you that was so much stronger than any of ours. You really shouldn’t put yourself down so much, because you’re quite literally the most impressive and amazing member on this team.”

You look at him, tears threatening to escape your eyes. “But what if I-”

“(Y/N), you’re enough. All of these ‘what if’s’ are just your insecurities making you overthink what you do. Sure, feeling like you aren’t good enough is a normal feeling, but anytime you feel like that you need to tell yourself that you are good enough. Because you are,” he tells you, and you feel a tear roll down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, giving him a small smile. “Thank you, Steve.”

“Any time kid. Now, what do you say we go get you something to eat,” he suggests, standing up from your bed. You follow suit, feeling much better about yourself. Knowing you had support from the rest of your team really helped improve how you saw yourself, even if your mind made you doubt your abilities many times. You still had a long way to go before accepting yourself totally, but this was a good start.

#steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #avengers x reader #steve rogers imagine #captain america imagine #avengers imagine #steve rogers #captain america #avengers

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waywardrose13 · 5 years

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My Girl

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N has always been closed off with her emotions, until she meets Dean Winchester. Three months he’s due in hell, and she watches as Dean goes through woman after woman in each town they roll through. However, it just so happened that in one particular town, Y/N runs into an old friend; one she may not have known as well as she thought she did.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean, Y/N, Sam, OFC Brandy, OMC Danny, unnamed OCs

Word Count: 2,971

Warnings: TW: Attempted sexual assault, drugging, non-consensual touching, mentions of past assaults by OMC character; Angst, language

Written for; @badthingshappenbingo (Square: Tampered with food/drink) @spndarkbingo (Square: Obsession), @spnclassicbingo (Square: An old friend)

A/N- Please heed warnings. This was a quick fic I wrote up so I could get something out to y’all and fill up some squares. I want to be able to write more shorter one-shots so I can get things out to y’all and actually finish what I start. I don’t know how much I like this but... we’re gonna go with it.

I watched with a heavy heart as Dean Winchester’s arm slipped around another woman’s waist, her long blonde curls tickling his skin and plump, red lips pursed seductively at him. His eyes, the forest green that had become my favorite color within the last year I had been hunting with the Winchesters, were staring into hers, periodically flickering down to her mouth, his own curled up into a smirk.

He had three months left. Each day was a new kind of torture, with the thought of losing him on top of the heartbreak of watching him lay with someone new in each town we rolled through was almost too much to bare.

But I’d rather bare it than not see him at all.

I could feel Sam watching me curiously. I was usually pretty good about hiding my feelings for the eldest Winchester. But with the way my eyes weren’t leaving Dean, and the way my fingers curled around the beer bottle a little too tight, I knew Sam must have been putting it together.

“Hey!” Dean dropped into the seat beside me, a smile on his face as he nudged my shoulder. “Brandy.”

“Brandy?” Sam asked, scoffing. “You actually got her name this time?”

“Oh shut up,” Dean said, mood not breaking. “Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, am I right? Have some fun?”

I rolled my eyes, tipping the bottle back and emptying the rest of its contents into my awaiting mouth.

“I need something stronger.” Sam sighed, slumping in his seat as I slipped out of mine, making my way over to the bar.

“What crawled up her ass?” Dean asked, not really paying attention. His eyes wandered back to where Brandy was swaying her hips near the jukebox.

“Wow, you really are a dumbass,” Sam said, shaking his head.

“What?” Dean said. “How am I a-”

“Hey, sexy!” Brandy called. She held up a pool cue, wiggling her eyebrows. “Wanna teach me how to play?”

She emphasized her words by bending down over the table, and Sam’s eyes just about rolled out of his skull as Dean jumped from his seat.

“Nevermind,” the green eyed hunter muttered as he marched over to the table.

“Whiskey,” I said, squinting at the shelves behind the bartender. “On second thought- make it tequila.”

“Sure thing,” he said, turning to grab the bottle. I dropped my head into my hands, elbows resting on the top of the bar. I didn’t know how I allowed myself to get roped into falling in love with someone. I closed myself off for as long as I could remember, staying away from relationships in high school. I knew what would happen if I opened my heart, so I kept it closed, not allowing anyone to break through the walls I had built for yourself.

“Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”

I raised my head from my hands, looking up into a pair of chocolate eyes.

“Danny?” I asked, looking him up and down. “What the hell?”

“Hey!” He smiled. “How have you been?”

“Damn, I haven’t seen you in years!” I said, bringing him in for a hug, his black curls brushing my cheek. “Look how long your hair is!”

“I know, it’s gotten crazy, huh?” He laughed, smile as bright as ever. “So, how have you been? Are you still working that private investigator gig?”

“Yep, still working it,” I said. “I’ve got a few partners now so I’m not always alone.”

“Any boyfriends I should worry about?” He teased, sitting down. I scoffed.

“Um, no,” I said shaking my head. “Being on the road makes it hard to meet people and you know… this job can get dangerous and I wouldn’t want to drag someone else into it.”

He was silent for a moment. “So is that a no?”

“Yes that’s a no, you idiot!” I said, shoving his shoulder. “What about you? Are you and what’s-her-name still together?”

“Who, Veronica? No, that ended a few months ago,” Danny replied. The bartender set a couple shots of tequila and beer down. I thanked him and picked up a shot. “I’m living the single life, baby.”

“Here’s to that,” I said, raising my glass. He did the same, and we knocked them back, wincing only slightly at the burn.

“Hey, Y/N, who’s this?”

I jumped, turning away from Danny to face Dean, a confused look on his face.

“Oh, hey, Dean. I thought you were with Brandy,” I said a little too harshly.

“I just wanted to see who you were talking to,” he muttered, giving Danny a cold look. His eyes met mine, and the intensity in them nearly made me flinch.

“He’s an old friend of mine from high school. This is Danny.” I turned again, gesturing towards Danny. He looked up, slightly startled at the sudden confrontation, but composed himself, holding out his hand.

“Hey there,” he greeted, giving his smile to a very unimpressed Dean.

“Yeah. Hi.”

“Oh, Dean! Don’t you wanna hear the end of the story?” Brandy called from across the bar. Dean sighed, giving me a look.

“You know, I thought this was going to be fun.”

I snickered as he turned and made his way back to the blonde, and I spun around in my chair to face Danny.

“Where were we?”

It was nearly a half hour later when I began to feel it.

I drank my beer and shots, but I never got this loaded this quick. As soon as my limbs began to feel heavy, and my head grew increasingly fuzzy, I knew something was wrong. Danny was saying something, but it sounded muffled, like a scream underwater. I squinted my eyes at him, trying to swallow the cotton feeling in my mouth.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded weakly, bracing my arm on the counter top.

“Yeah I… I just need to…” My words slurred together as my world increasingly became blurrier. My brain felt sluggish, and I tried as hard as I could to focus, but I just felt so sleepy.

“Hey, okay. I’ll take care of you,” Danny said, nodding. He glanced around for a moment, slipping an arm around my waist and pulling me off the stool. I stumbled, my legs feeling like jello beneath me as he guided me from the bar. As my feet dragged, my eyes fluttered, and the only thought in my mind was sleep.

I barely registered being led into a motel room across the street, or being laid on the bed. The room spun as my vision dotted, and it was hard to keep my eyes open. I saw Danny over me, his hand coming to rest on my cheek before moving to his belt.

“No,” I slurred, trying to roll away. He gripped my ankle, tugging me down the bed as his other hand moved to the button on my jeans. “Stop.”

“Shhh,” he murmured, slipping the denim from my legs. “Don’t fight it, Y/N/N. You’ll be out soon, anyway.”

“No,” I repeated, trying to squirm away. I wanted to fight, but my limbs wouldn’t cooperate. My body felt like it had been filled with cement. Tears sprang to my eyes as his hand covered my clothed mound. I felt completely and utterly powerless against him, and I wanted to vomit when his fingers dipped under the cotton to feel along my private area, and my stomach lurched as his fingers prodded at my opening. “Stop it.”

“It’ll be over soon, honey,” he said. “I just want a taste of the thing that’s unattainable.”

The last thing I remember was the sound of my own heartbeat, and the absolute gut wrenching sound of his jeans hitting the floor.

“Hey, where did Y/N go?” Dean asked, sliding into the seat across from Sam.

The hazel eyed hunter looked up from his tablet, glancing over at the bar where she had been sitting mere moments ago.

“I… don’t know,” Sam said, brows furrowing. “Did she leave with someone?”

“That’s not really her MO, Sammy,” Dean muttered. “Although, she met an old friend of hers at the bar. They seemed pretty close.”

“Oh, maybe they went out,” Sam suggested.

“She wouldn’t just go without telling us,” Dean said. “I didn’t trust that guy.”

“You don’t trust any guy who talks to Y/N,” Sam said. “Not even her own brother.”

“Okay, I trust him. I just don’t like that he doesn’t stand up for her, that’s all.”

“That was five years ago, Dean. They were teenagers.”

Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. “Okay, whatever. We need to find her. I’ve got a bad feeling.”

Sam scoffed. “Okay. Fine.” He shrugged, laying a few dollars down. “Let’s ask the bartender if he saw where they went.”

The brothers made their way up to the nearly empty bar, a few stragglers left, but aside from that, the bar itself had cleared out. The bartender was wiping down the counters, and reached over to turn up the volume on the speakers, humming along to the tune.

“Excuse me?” Sam said, leaning against the counter. The bartender looked up.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Yeah, you remember the woman who was sitting here? H/C hair, flannel shirt?” Dean said.

“Oh, yeah. She was with the long haired fella,” the bartender told them. “They left not too long ago. He’s been coming in here every night for a week. He’s staying at the motel across from here. Kinda weird, but nice enough.”

“She left with him?” Dean asked, clearly confused.

“Yeah. She seemed pretty drunk. He said he was gonna help her to her room. They were old friends, I guess,” he said. “To be quite honest, things seemed a little fishy.”

“And you didn’t do anything?” Dean hissed. Sam laid a hand on his shoulder.

“Well, I don’t have any proof. Besides, they were reminiscing about old times for two hours. I figured they were friends,” the bartender said, shrugging.

“You just-”

“Do you happen to know what room number he’s staying in?” Sam asked, cutting off his brother. Dean shot him a glare, teeth mashed together as he seethed.

“I dunno. There aren’t many occupied rooms. I know he drives a truck but that’s about it. Maybe check the room where it’s at?” He suggested. “Hope you find her.”

“Yeah, no thanks to you,” Dean sneered. Sam tugged on his arm, pulling him towards the door.

“We’re wasting time, Dean. We gotta find her. Now.”

“I wonder if you’re still a virgin,” Danny said, his hand steadily pumping himself. “Man, I would love some virgin pussy.”

She was unconscious, but Danny didn’t know how long it would last. It was different with each of his victims.

She was special to Danny. All through high school he wondered what it would be like to have her on his arm. He was the freak; the nerd; the outcast. But she was always so nice, and she welcomed him into her small friend group with open arms. His crush on her never relented, but she never liked him back, nor did she really like anyone. She was guarded and mysterious, and was invisible in high school. However, all he saw was her. After graduation, he never thought he’d see her again.

Danny knew there was something wrong with him. His mother always said he’d turn out this way. But it was an addiction, and each time he’d come across any woman with any similarities to Y/N, he’d prey on them.

And now that he had her in his grasp, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to let her go.

He hovered over her, her body so small compared to his wide stature. He ran his hands over her soft skin, positioning himself between her legs. Kneeling between them, he brought his hand up to her clothed breast, his tongue flicking over his lips as he massaged it, pawing at her chest as he grew achingly hard. He slowly moved his other hand down to her mound, moving her panties aside. He glanced up at her, a sickening grin on his face.

Just as he was about to position himself at her center, a loud crack rang through the room. He flinched, head whipping towards the door just as it splintered open, a furious looking Dean Winchester standing in the doorway.

“You son of a bitch!” He growled, stalking across the room. Danny blubbered like a fish out of water, scrambling away from the unconscious woman and falling onto the floor. Dean reached down and gripped Danny by the collar, lifting him up like he weighed nothing and slamming him against the wall. “What the fuck did you do?”

“Get the fuck off me!” Danny cursed, shoving against Dean. But the hunter wouldn’t relent, and he pressed his forearm into Danny’s throat.

“What the fuck did you do?” He growled again, and Danny’s eyes widened.

“I-I-I didn’t do anything yet,” he stuttered.

“Yet?” Dean scoffed. “She’s unconscious and half naked on a bed. That’s not nothing!”

“Look, I just wanted to be with her and-”

“You son of a bitch!” Dean reared his head forward, bashing his forehead into Danny’s nose. He cried out, a spurt of blood running in a stream from each nostril.

“Dean, we gotta get her to a hospital,” Sam said. He had wrapped Y/N up in his coat, covering her bottom half. She was lying limp in his arms, and Dean felt sick. “We don’t know what this fucker gave her.”

Dean’s jaw strained as he seethed. He let go of Danny, whipping his gun out from his belt.

“Woah!” Danny screamed, cowering against the wall. “Hey, now!”

“How many other women have you done this to? Huh?” Dean asked, cocking the gun.

“I-I don’t know! I don’t keep count!” Danny lied. Dean’s hand shot out and curled itself in Danny’s shirt. In one move, he clocked Danny over the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him out cold.

“I’ll take Y/N, you call the cops on this motherfucker,” Dean hissed, spitting on the man below him.

“Okay,” Sam said. Dean turned, face softening at the sight of Y/N in Sam’s arms. “You got her?”

Dean nodded as Sam placed the sleeping woman in his arms. “Yeah. I’ve got her. Always.”

Beep.

My body ached as I came to, a pounding in my head refusing to relent. Taking a deep breath, my eyes fluttered open, squinting at the brightness of the lights above me.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a voice said. I turned my head, brows furrowing.

“Dean? Where am I?”

“You’re in a hospital,” he said softly. He took my hand, fingers lacing with mine. “What do you remember?”

I opened my mouth, trying to conjure up some sort of memory. I closed my mouth with a soft “humph,” and looked away.

“I… I don’t remember anything…”

“Yeah, the doc figured you wouldn’t,” Dean said sadly. “Um. You were drugged, Y/N.”

My head whipped towards him. “What?”

“Danny, he-”

“Danny drugged me?” I asked, eyes widening.

“He brought you back to his hotel and…” He trailed off, and I suddenly had the urge to vomit.

“Oh god… please don’t tell me he…” Tears sprang to my eyes at the thought, and Dean quickly shook his head.

“No. They did tests and they confirmed that he hadn’t done anything yet. We got there just in time,” he said. I relaxed a bit, swallowing back the bile that threatened to come up.

“How close was he?” I asked.

Dean cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “Too close.”

I bit my lip, looking down. “I’m sorry, Dean.”

“Hey, no, no. Why are you sorry?” He asked, squeezing my hand. “This isn’t on you at all.”

“I put you through all this trouble and I ruined your night. You don’t… you don’t have long left and I-”

I gasped as suddenly he was leaning forward, his lips pressing against mine. My eyes nearly popped from their sockets in shock, and he pulled away before it began.

“Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that given the circumstances,” he muttered, a blush creeping up his neck.

“I… why did you?” I asked dumbly, cringing inwardly at myself.

He gave a short laugh. “I dunno. I guess I’ve always wanted to. I don’t know why I chose right then to do so but-”

This time, it was my turn to lean forward and kiss him. A small gasp slipped past his lips as my hand squeezed his, and he raised his free one to my neck, thumb running gently along my cheek as my mouth molded to his.

“Ahem.”

I jumped away, world tilting a bit as I did so. I looked up at the door, face no doubt like a deer caught in the headlights. Dean just chuckled, bringing my hand up to his lips to press a soft kiss to my knuckles.

“Excellent timing as always, Sammy,” he said, nodding at his brother.

“Sorry, I just wanted to see how you were doing,” Sam said. He held a small bouquet of flowers. “I got you these since I know hospitals kinda freak you out.”

I laughed. “Thanks, Sam. And I’m ok. I have you two to thank for that.”

“Actually, it was really Dean. He was worried and just had a hunch. Knocked the bastard out cold.”

“What?” I said, looking over at him. He shrugged, and I grinned.

“He was trying to hurt my girl. I’d never let that happen.”

I smiled at him dumbly, and he kissed my hand again.

“I’m your girl?” I asked, and his face softened, the sweetest of smiles crossing his lips.

“Always.”

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idontknowhowtowritesosorry · 5 years

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Stranger

Request: Could you write something where y/n meets Shawn but doesn’t know who he is so he doesn’t tell her right away? maybe they’re out somewhere and some fans start staring and she gets confused!

Shawn Mendes x Reader

A/N: Sucky title I know, but I couldn’t think of anything so don’t judge me! Also sorry I was late, it had been sitting in my drafts for forever whoops.

Word Count: 2.4k

Italics are inner thoughts

Breaks are point of view changes

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There Shawn sat, tucked away in a booth just small enough that his legs felt scrunched. However he didn’t mind, the smell of the bakery was soothing, a nice break from the studio. His stomach grumbled as he looked around at the small sweets littering the tables around him, and though he tried to eat healthily, he wouldn’t mind cheating today.

He had been in the studio for days, trying as hard as he could to find inspiration, but it’s hard to push creativity. After hours and hours of brainstorming, he had finally snapped and stepped outside. No one blamed him for needing to cool off, but as he glanced at his phone, he knew the writers would want him back soon.

As he waits for the waitress, his attention turns towards the park across the street, wishing he could just get lost there forever, instead of in his work.

Taking out his phone, he quickly snaps a picture of the trees. The sunlight that filtered through the leaves looked striking, and as he saved the small glimpse of his day to his story, it never passed his mind how easily a fan could now track him down.

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You were stressed, to say the least. It was your second double-shift of the week, and you begin to wonder why you had agreed to cover your friends shift. Luckily you had only a few minutes left, and you let out a sigh of relief knowing your next customer would be the last of the day.

After handing over the check to a lovely pair of old ladies, you make your way to the final booth of the day. As you hand the small menu over to the customer, you lay your eyes upon the most handsome man you have ever met.

Trying not to trip on your words, you begin your usual conversation,” Hi, I’m y/n. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Just water please, ma’am,” his voice responds, and you want to melt right there, hearing the way the words leave his lips. His voice was angelic, and it took everything in you to walk away instead of just stare.

“Sure sir, I’ll be right back with that.”

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As you walk away, Shawn swears he sees a faint blush on your cheeks. You were gorgeous. From the way your y/e/c eyes looked at him, to the way your dress hugged your hips, he had never seen someone look more perfect. It was cliche, he knew that of course, but something about the way you had smiled at him made his heart leap.

From the corner of his eye, he sees a camera flash. He runs a hand through his hair, eyes glancing at the fan that now was trying to sink into her booth, embarrassment on her face. He nearly laughs, shaking his head at how often people forget to turn their flash off.

After flashing the teenager a smile, his thoughts wander back to you, wondering if he would ever get the chance to get to know you. Again he begins to fantasize about that walk in the park, but instead with you at his side. His gaze moves towards the window, and he nearly jumps as his eyes meet another pair.

Two girls stand through the glass, phones up and smiles on their faces. He can see them mouthing Shawn, and he gives them a smile; hoping, that if they got the pictures they wanted, they would leave him be before you came back.

Luckily they do, content with their photos as they walk down the street. He watches them leave, hoping all of the crazy fans wouldn’t scare you away.

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Your thoughts run wild as you move to get the man water, wondering who gave him the right to be so handsome; you could have a sharp jawline, or perfect curls, not both!

Trying your best to keep your heart rate in check, you put your focus on helping the few other tables you had to serve, hoping the man wasn’t watching you. You wanted so badly to ask for his number, but you knew you didn’t even have a shot. No man like that wanted a girl like you.

A minute later, with his drink in hand, you head back towards his booth. For a moment you watch the way his eyes follow a set of girls that seem to pass by, and your small hope for anything happening between you two deflates.

Yet, you had a job to do, so you continue on. He flinches, the harsh sound of the glass hitting the table causes his eyes to dart to you.

You stifle a chuckle, smiling as you ask,” So, is there anything I can get you to eat.” His eyes widen, and as he scrambles to pick up the menu you again find yourself wanting to laugh.

His face flushes, and it was obvious to you he had forgotten to even look at what he wanted. He looks apologetic, before you then assure him, “No, it’s fine, I don’t mind waiting. You’re my last customer of the day anyway.”

He gives you a gracious smile, and as he continues to look through your small assortment of sweets, you hint,” I know it’s kind of basic, but their chocolate chip cookies are my absolute favorite.”

“Well I trust your judgment, so I’ll take one of those,” he says, running a nervous hand through his hair as he hands you the menu. Why did that have to look so hot?

You maintain eye contact, your eyes searching his, hoping he would grab your hand, make you stay. 1 second passes, then 2.

He doesn’t want you, you think as you turn to leave, knowing it was stupid to hope he’d ask you to stay. However, by some miracle, your name leaves the man’s lips.

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How could you be so stupid? Shawn feels his face flush in embarrassment, realizing he hadn’t even bothered to pick up the menu. He can hear you chuckle and begins to wish he could just disappear. Great, now she probably thinks I’m an idiot.

He’s thankful when you sweet voice rings out, mentioning something about your favorite item. Your words seem to go out one ear as you talk, his eyes too focused on the way your hand nervously tucks a piece behind one ear. Without thinking he just smiles and orders whatever you had said, if you liked it, he would too.

You turn to leave, and my god he wishes you would stay; Without thinking, your name leaves his lips. Well now is your chance bud.

“You had said I was your last customer, so I was hoping maybe you could just join me instead? Maybe change that order from one to two?”

A blush rises on your cheeks, “Sure, I would love to. Let me just go put this order in, and I’ll be right back.” He bites his lip as he watches you leave, eyes drifting down your figure.

How did I get so lucky?

It now only occurs to him that there were a few fans scattered around, and he nearly winces, hoping they didn’t hear that bit. As he looks around, eyes catch his, but luckily no phones seem to be out; he didn’t want to share you with the world quite yet.

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You walk away, trying your best to hold in the squeal that so desperately wanted to leave you. Did that really just happen? This random, adorable guy just asked me to sit with him!

You hand the order to the girl behind the dessert counter, before then moving towards the back room. Quickly you grab your jacket, purse, and phone; saying goodbye to your boss as you make your way back out.

Grabbing the two cookies, you take a deep breath and walk towards the man. My lord y/n, you don’t even know his name. You can feel your palms become clammy; You’d never been in a situation like this before, with a man like that.

Softly placing his cookie in front of him, you sit across from him. “Hi, I feel bad, but I never quite caught your name,” you say, eyes nervously focused on the food in front of him.

“Hello y/n, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Shawn, Shawn Mendes.” Your eyes move up towards his, and as he grins at you, you instantly relax. How is he so perfect?

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Shawn smiles as you sit down, you were cute when you were nervous. You place a cookie in front of him, and he’s glad it didn’t end up being something he didn’t like; that would be embarrassing.

It had occurred to him that he had never introduced himself, but to be fair, most people knew his name; however, you seemed to be different. For whatever reason, he didn’t strike you as starstruck.

As he hears you ask for his name, he almost laughs. So I guess I am right, she has no idea who she’s sitting across from.

He introduces himself, taking a bite of his cookie as you begin to speak. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Shawn, I guess you already know who I am.”

Swallowing, he begins to talk, watching your eyes move from his already half eaten cookie to his lips. “Well, that and your food preference. We really are off to a great start already.”

“I’d say the same, but I’m starting to think you only ordered that because a pretty girl recommended it to you.”

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Really y/n, way to sound full of yourself. To your relief he laughs, seeming to go along with it,” Wow, confident I see, but I guess it’s hard not to be when you are gorgeous.”

You swear your heart stops, a small giggle leaving your lips at his compliment. Your lips darts between your teeth as you smile at him, still wondering why the universe blessed you with this stranger.

A flash tears your gaze from Shawn, your eyebrows furrowing as you spot a girl with phone in hand, trying her best to hide behind her menu. Obviously noticing your distraction, Shawn turns his head to the girl as well.

Her attention turns to the girl next to her, obviously trying to seem less suspicious. As you look back at Shawn you question,” That was weird. Do you know what that was about?”

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She really doesn’t have a clue huh. Should I tell her? “I have no clue, maybe it was an accident,” Shawn answers, hoping you don’t notice the way he’s lying through his teeth. He’d have to tell you who he was eventually, but for right now he didn’t mind just being some guy.

You nod, and he watches as you demolish the cookie in front of you. She looks so focused on her food, it’s so cute. Noticing a little bit of chocolate above your lip, he reaches out, the pad of his thumb wiping it off.

For just a moment, he takes you in. The way your hair falls against your face, lips stretching out in a smile, nose scrunching in the process. You were an angel.

“Shawn, can I get a photo with you?” a voice interrupts, his hand quickly retracting from your face. He wants to be annoyed, thinking it was the teenager with the flash, but instead it’s just a little girl.

He holds a finger out to you, motioning that he would be just a second as he steps out of the booth. Glancing around he notices a woman watching him closely, obviously her mother. He smiles at her, taking the phone from the girl's hands.

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Okay, what is Shawn not telling me? As he moves to kneel on the ground, arm reaching around the girl, he asks for her name. Snapping the picture, she responds, too quietly for you to hear, but he smiles. Watching in admiration, you can’t help but be in total awe of how Shawn interacts with her. You didn’t know many people that would have a conversation with a stranger by choice, but whoever he was, he was taking time out of his day to get to know the girl with a smile on his face.

After another minute or so, Shawn gives her a hug, waving as she walks back towards her mom. The corners of his lips are tilted upwards as he sits down, seemingly delighted to talk to the girl.

“Who are you?”

“I guess that act is up eh.” He laughs, but even though you want to admire the way his eyes scrunch as his head tilts back, you can’t help but think you had no clue who this guy really was.

“I’m Shawn, as I said, but generally when people announce me, they start with two-time Grammy-nominated artist, something like that.” Your eyes widen, mouth nearly hanging open as you take in what he said.

A smile plays on his lips as if he found this whole situation hilarious, but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, and somewhat confused. “How have I never heard of you. What do you sing?”

“There’s Nothing Holding Me Back. Treat You Better. In My Blood. Do any of those ring a bell?”

You nearly pass out right then and there. You can’t even count how many times you had belted those lyrics in the car, wanting nothing more for the radio station to play them on repeat.

For a minute you just sit there, mouth opening to speak before closing, not even knowing what to say. “Don’t worry about it darling, it’s cute that you didn’t know who I was. It’s also nice to know you aren’t sitting across from me because I am the Shawn Mendes.”

“No, I’m sitting across from you because you look like that but-” your eyes widen, realizing now wasn’t the time to admit this. He lets out a deep belly laugh, your heart melting, glad he wasn’t off-put by your comment. How did I get so lucky?

“Well, now that you know who I am,” he chuckles, hand reaching out for yours,” I’d like to get to know you a little better.”

Your heart flutters,” Sounds good to me.” He’s basically asking you out, and that’s what you say. Get it together.

His eyes glance out the window, moving back towards you ask he asks,” Do you wanna take a walk in the park with me. I’m sure I can spare a bit more time before I have to get back to the studio.”

He stands up, hand leaving yours as he grabs his wallet from his pocket. Sliding what was more than enough to cover the meal on the table, he grins at you. Returning the gesture, your fingers again find his as you respond. “Sure, I’d love that.”

You slide out of the booth, stepping in front to drag Shawn out of the bakery. He can feel his phone buzz, knowing it’s probably his manager asking where he was, but a few hours wouldn’t hurt. Plus, he had just found the inspiration for his next great love song.

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ladyboltontoyou · 5 years

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Arthur Morgan x Reader: Farmer’s Daughter. 4

Ask: hello! since you never got that one shower request i thought i could send it again. so i love how in your “farmer’s daughter” story arthur is acting like a dumb teenager in love and i was wondering if you could write something where he seeks into the readers room when she’s about to shower or something and you know he just gets really excited and stuff happens and aaah i know it’s kinda dumb because i don’t think they had showers back then right? but i mean we all need some wet morgan action

Warning: Cursing, smut.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: Wow I missed this mini-series. And I don’t think they had showers back then but I do know they had baths. Hope you and everyone else enjoys!

You sighed as you sunk into the hot water, feeling all of the stress from the day ease out of your muscles. It was a cool summer night and your windows and balcony doors were open, letting a slight breeze into your room and bathroom, which was connected to your bedroom.

After you washed yourself clean you allowed yourself time to relax. Your body was engulfed in the hot water, leaving you with a sense of being completely clean. Outside you could hear frogs and crickets singing along with a whip-poor-will.

Everything was fine until you heard something else out there. You sat up slightly and looked out the bathroom door, you had a view of your bedroom and some of your windows. Another creak sounded and you slowly lowered your head so you were almost hidden by the bathtub.

You were about to call out for your parents but you heard the familiar sound of Arthur’s boots against your floor.

“Arthur, you scared the daylights out of me!” You sighed and sunk back into your bath as he walked into your room.

“Where are you?” He asked as he looked around. When he saw you were in the bath he almost tripped in an effort to get into the same room as you. His modesty had been out the window ever since he fingered you at family dinner.

“Miss me?” You smiled sweetly and crossed your legs at the ankles, propping them up on the other side of the bathtub.

Arthur sat on the edge and ran his hand down your soapy leg, shaking his head. “Have I missed you?” He repeated your question and looked at you with a grin. “Have I missed you?”

You giggled and found that you had wiggled your toes out of excitement without noticing. “Well, have you?”

“Darlin’, you’ve got no idea.” He sighed and looked down at the soapy water, cursing the bubbles from blocking his view.

“How you been the past couple of days?” You asked as he continued rubbing your legs.

He shrugged as he took off his jacket. “You know how it is.” He still hadn’t told you what he really did for a living. “Work. Lots of work.” That was true, at least. “I would have come sooner, but you know Dutch.”

Actually, you didn’t know Dutch. He had spoken of the man a few times but you never felt like asking about him. It was most likely his boss or something of the sort. “I’m sorry to hear that.” You said and he waved you off.

“It’s nothing I ain’t used to. And what about you? How’ve you been? Don’t spare me any details you might think are boring.” He said and you laughed at that.

“Oh, you know. Did a little reading, finished a book. Finished a few drawings, but only one of them is for you, so don’t get excited.” You said and he made it clear that any art from you was priceless, no matter how much. “You’re too sweet. Hmm… what else have I been up to…” You hummed and tapped on your chin, pretending you were thinking hard. “Right, I’ve been up almost every night these past few days.”

Arthur furrowed his brows and actually looked concerned for you. The expression he had on his face almost made you squeak. it was sort of like seeing a baby animal do something cute. “Why’s that? You sick?”

“No, I’ve just been missing you. Ever since you started pleasing me I find it hard to do so to myself.” You admitted boldly with a sly smirk, rubbing water up to your shoulders. The way you moved your arms caused some of the bubbles to clear out from your chest, giving him a good view of your nipples. They were darkened by the heat of the water, giving them a deeper color as well as the skin around them. It made his mouth water.

“No matter how deep my fingers go,” You said as you moved your right hand down your chest and under the bubbles. “No matter how I move them…”

He watched as well as he could while you started rubbing your clit. Some of the bubbles had moved away from the movement you were making but there was still another layer of smaller bubbles leaving a lot to the imagination.

You gave a tired sigh and pulled your hand back up. “They just don’t feel as good as yours.”

Arthur took the hint and rolled his sleeves up, looking surprisingly casual while he did so. “I’m sorry to hear that, darlin’.” He said and rubbed his hand over your legs again, this time going above your knees. His fingers barely grazed across your thighs before dipping into the water. “Well, goddamn, this water is hot.”

You laughed at that and uncrossed your legs to give him better access. “Too bad it’s not big enough for the both of us.” The thought made you shiver. “We’d have to use my parent’s bathtub for that.”

Arthur looked up at you but you quickly shot him down. “No way. Their bathroom is connected to their room, just like mine. But maybe one day when they’re away.”

“There’s always the lakes.” He offered and chuckled when he saw the look of disgust on your face. “Who am I kidding? I should know by now my princess wouldn’t dream of that.” When he called you his princess your heart soared and you smiled without meaning to. It felt so sweet to have him call you that.

Instead of replying you just spread your legs so your ankles were propped up on either side of the bathtub rim.

“Someone’s in a hurry.” He chuckled and let his hand travel deeper underwater until he found his target. When he rubbed your clit you bit your lip to hold back a moan. “Yeah, I can feel how much you’ve missed me.” His voice changed. He had a few different tones he’d use, there was the normal one, the one where he was amused and his accent would be more prominent, and a few others. But the ones you liked the most were when he was pissed off and when he was horny. They sort of sound the same, his voice would get deep and he’d talk real slow.

“Keep talking to me.” You said as you got comfortable, resting your head back on the head-rest part of the bathtub. Being born into a wealthy family had a lot of perks. Bathtub head-rests were one of them. Sure, anyone can put a pillow on the edge of their tub. But not everyone had a special spot built into it.

Anyways, Arthur had switched from rubbing your clit to pushing his middle finger inside of you. When he felt how tight you were around him he made a whistling sound and shook his head. “You want me to talk to you, girl? Alright. I’ll talk to you. Been too long, hasn’t it?”

You nodded and lifted your legs higher in an effort to get his finger in you deeper.

“Yeah, it sure has, I can feel how much you’ve missed me.” He muttered and pushed in knuckle-deep before curling his finger. You had to grab onto the sides of the tubs to keep from thrashing about too much. He curled his finger a second time and you let out an audible moan.

He looked at your face and grinned. You were biting your lower lip so hard he thought you might bust your teeth right through it. “Ease up now, girl.” He said in that slow, deep voice. “Just relax. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

Arthur moved so he had a better angle and pushed a second finger inside you. He curled both of them and you swore you might die from pleasure.

In the midst of your lust filled state you suddenly remembered the other week when he had almost ruined your life at dinner. You opened your eyes and smiled as a wicked plan formed in your head. “Arthur, stop.”

In less than a second, he pulled his arm out of the water and watched as you sat up. The soap ran down your body and you were finally exposed to him, although he was a bit concerned that he might have upset you. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You sat on the other edge of the tub so you still faced him and your legs were still in the water. “You bet there is. Remember dinner?”

At first, he didn’t know what you meant, but when it hit him he grinned. “Sure do, I remember that well.” And far too fondly, it seemed.

It was hard not to feel ecstatic when you knew you were about to wipe that grin off his face. “Well, that wasn’t very kind of you. So I think I know how to get even.”

Arthur watched as you spread your legs wide open, giving him the perfect view of your pussy. He looked back up to your face and felt his heart lurch when he saw the wicked smile you had, he knew then he was in for one hell of a night.

“You get to watch me.” You said and resumed what he had stopped doing. Two fingers went inside of you while another from your other hand rubbed quick circles on your clit. “Oh, wow.” You breathed and made a show of rocking your body against your hands, even tilting your head back. “Oh, fuck. Arthur, oh, Arthur.” The way you sounded was so foreign to your ears, it was hard to believe that was actually you.

“Jesus.” He whispered and adjusted the bulge in his jeans. After watching you for what seemed like hours he moved his hand to unbuckle his belt but you stopped him by putting your dripping wet foot against his crotch.

“No, you don’t get to do that yet.” You were close to orgasming, although to be fair you were kind of forcing it to happen quicker than it naturally would have. As much as you wanted to torture Arthur you wanted to end this so you could fuck him into oblivion.

He pulled his hand back and you did the same with your foot, letting it sink back into the hot water. Arthur Morgan was probably one of the only people who could watch you willingly and not call themselves a masochist.

His cock was throbbing. It fucking ached. He tried shifting his position but that only made it worse, providing no friction whatsoever. “Please, (Y/N).”

You looked at him and smiled through your moans and heavy breathing. “No can do, not until I cum.” And with that, you quickened your pace for his and your own mercy. Sure it felt good watching him squirm, knowing he was going through a situation similar to what he put you through, but you still wanted him inside you. There was no going back until you came, though, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of chickening out.

When your orgasm finally approached you made a scene of acting as lewd as possible. You tossed your head back and moaned as loud as you could without anyone else hearing. Your chest rose and fell with your quick short breaths and your hips rolled against your hands. “Arthur, god, yes!”

Arthur twitched all over, his arms even jerking from the force of his self-control. He wanted to touch himself so bad but he held back until you were done.

“That was so good.” You panted and pulled your feet out of the bathtub, grabbing a towel to dry yourself off. “See, by you just being here makes it better.”

He nodded and swallowed hard. “Can I touch you now?”

It was hard not to smile, from both pity and guilt. “Alright, go close my windows and doors.”

He did both of those things so quick you barely had time to blink. But once he was back in the room he had his mouth on yours, you didn’t even notice he had managed to lead you into your bedroom.

“So we’re even now, are we?” He asked after you parted from the breath-stealing kiss. He had you facing the bed and he stood behind you, leaving soft kisses and bites on your neck and shoulders.

“Yes.” You went to climb onto the bed but he held you firmly in place.

“No, sugar, I want you like this.” He put his hand on the small of your back and bent you over the bed. Adrenaline rushed through you, you felt so exposed to him in that position. He slid one of your smaller pillows under your waist so your ass perked up even more. He made that same whistling noise as he ran his palms over your ass, only stopping to undress in what had to be a world record amount of time for undressing.

In the position you were in you could see nothing but what was in front of you. And that excited you. Not knowing exactly what he was about to do sent goosebumps all over your body.

“Look at you. Hope you know I’m not gonna last long.” He said and stroked his cock a few times before rubbing the tip against you. “Not the first time, at least.”

You were about to make a playful remark but then he slid his cock inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you swear your heart completely stopped. You came again from just the first stroke, no, it wasn’t even a complete stroke yet. He had only just reached balls-deep.

“Jesus, girl.” His breathing was labored already. “If only you knew how good you feel right now.”

“I can imagine.” Your voice broke from the amount of energy that had just been drained from you. If he felt this good and you had already came twice you could only imagine how good you felt to him since he had barely gotten to touch himself.

He slowly pulled halfway out and then slowly pushed back in, the both of you savoring the sweet feeling of him being so deeply inside of you. The new angle was amazing, you’d never had sex that way. It also seemed as if the pillow under your waist aided in the pleasure, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot every time he moved.

“(Y/N).” It was all he could say as he started fucking you, and even that one word took too much thinking. Cursing was much easier. “Goddamn.”

You pulled another pillow up to your face to muffle your moans. Every time you had sex it felt like the first time over again. It could never get old, no matter what he did or what position you were in. Hell, you could probably have just enough fun military style.

“Harder.” You whined and arched your back so you met his thrusts. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck.”

Arthur happily obliged and fucked you harder, still going at a slow pace but with each thrust he slammed his hips into your ass. The power in his thrusts alone made you orgasm, but the friction of him grinding against your clit also helped.

And when you came, Arthur came. It was only because when you came your walls hugged him with so much force he wouldn’t be able to hold off an orgasm, even if he tried. He cursed as he came, squeezing your ass in both hands. Sex had never been this good to him before. Never. And he had a couple things to thank for that. One, you were young and sure had the body for it. You were still so pure and tight all over. Second, he was completely and hopelessly in love with you.

When he finished he pulled back and laid down on the bed next to you to catch his breath. “Darlin’, i sure have I missed you.”

You propped your chin up on your hand and looked at him with a satisfied and lazy smile. He looked like such a mess, covered in sweat with his skin all red. His cock was still hard as well. “Stay like that, I wanna draw you.”

Arthur had no problem laying down for a little while longer. He needed to rest anyways. “Alright, as long as when you’re done we can go for another round.”

You laughed as you went to get your sketchbook. “Sure, if I can wait that long!”

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tangyyyy · 5 years

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Bon, parce que je te connais et que tu vas me faire un truc ultra angst tu vas te faire pardonner avec du pure fluff avec cet autre prompt^^ , Fluff numéro 7 “wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

Here it is !!!! :D

My second dads!elu one shot ! Many many thanks @juuuunaaaaoooo, you made me write again !

Guys, you can request any prompts anytime in my box, really… ;)

Anyway… I hope you’ll enjoy this one !

Worst parents ever

Lucas is in a hurry. The rain began to fall on the streets of Paris and the young man has no umbrella. Walking on Boulevard Barbès, Lucas tries to bury the baguette he just bought under his coat, nobody likes wet bread. A fast-moving car passes by him and, driving in a puddle of dirty water, splashes his jeans. “Damn…” he grumbles, fastening his pace a little more.

Night has fallen on Paris and the Christmas decorations shine brightly. Lucas has never been a great fan of the holiday season. Especially Christmas. The endless family dinners, the fake kindness and the crappy gifts of his old aunts? No thanks, not for him. Eliott, on the other hand, loves Christmas. Lucas remembers, nostalgic, of their very first Christmas together, many years ago. Offended to learn that Lucas didn’t like this great tradition, Eliott had done everything he could to make this evening unforgettable. Thanks to his many talents, both physical and artistic, he succeded, although Lucas has always refused to admit it. He smiles. After a busy day of work, he can’t wait to find his man and their daughter.

Éléonore, said Nour, is now two and a half, almost three. Lucas often looks at her and can’t repress a whiff of anxiety at the idea that she can grow up so fast. His thin blonde hair leaves place, for some months, to thick chestnut hair that Lucas and Eliott have the greatest difficulty to style. On his little nose, many small freckles have appeared. Only his big deep blue eyes like Lucas’ don’t seem to change. Now capable of the most spectacular acrobatics, she’s also a talkative little girl with an overflowing imagination, just like Eliott. Lucas is sure of this and can say, objectively, that their daughter is the most beautiful person in the world.

Going home every evening to his apartment that he loves so much, coming back to his lover and his daughter… He was so happy! Once in front of the big massive wood door, Lucas pushes it and come inside. Automatically, he puts his keys in the small box placed on the entrance furniture, takes off his shoes, leaves his soaked coat that hangs on the coat rack and walks in the narrow corridor, the baguette unscathed by any trace of rain in his hand. A smell of tomatoes, thyme and rosemary tickles his nostrils. Tomato in the middle of December? Lucas knows that Eliott can be very creative in kitchen but making such an affront to seasonal vegetables? No it’s not in his habits…

Lucas finds Eliott in the kitchen, busy over the sink, washing a green salad. Looking around him, Lucas doesn’t see Éléonore. No doubt she must be playing alone in her room with her many toys as it happens to her more and more often…

“It smells good.” Lucas say, smiling.

Eliott, who didn’t hear his manwalking behind his back, jumps and put a hand on his pounding heart.

"Damn Lucas, you scared me…”

Lucas laughs and puts a little kiss on Eliott’s cheek before placing the baguette on the worktop.

“What are you doing?” He asks, curiously, as he sits on one of the high bar stools near the sink.

"I had no idea so I warm a jar of ratatouille.” Eliott replies by refocusing on the salad.

“Mmmh… good idea!”

Last summer Lucas’ mother had gave them several jars of fresh ratatouille, telling them that during the cold and long winter months, they could at least have some sun in their plates. Smelling the scent of Mediterranean vegetables bursting with sun and olive oil, Lucas licks his lips in advance. Éléonore, too, loves the ratatouille of her grandmother. She, who, however, begins to sulk the vegetables for a few weeks, makes an exception for the famous Mamie Marie’s Ratatouille.

“You had a good day?” Lucas asks, absently looking at Eliott bustling around the salad.

"Meeting, meeting, meeting and… Meeting! We’re on a new project. It’s going to be great but it’s hyper ambitious so there’s a thousand things to see upstream of the real…

-Oh ok, cool.” Visibly immersed in his own mind, Lucas now stares at a tiny gnat drowning in the sink full of water.

"And yours?

-Yes, yes, it’s been okay…” He answers absentmindly, staring at the gnat.

Silence falls in the kitchen. Drops of water come to the windows and the wind rises almost conceals the noises of the Parisian traffic. Only Eliott continues to work on the preparation of the meal, Lucas remains motionless near the sink.

Finally, Lucas frowns and redirects his focus to Eliott, now busy taking out the plates and cutlery of the small wooden furniture on his right.

“It means that you’ll spend a lot of time with Amélie…

-Well yes, she’s the pre-real workload so yeah indeed, I’m going to work a lot with her. Why?

-Just to know…” Lucas scowls, crosses his arms against his chest and forces himself to think of something else.

Knowing very well why Lucas asks such a question, Eliott bites his cheek, forcing himself not to smirk. Nevertheless he’s not decided to let such an opportunity to make fun of his lover. For years Eliott has been working with Amelie, Lucas has always been jealous of the young woman. It’s true that Amelie is an attractive woman who has never tried to hide, in the past, the attraction she felt and still feels for Eliott. But he’s always very clear with her. Although Eliott can’t be more faithful to Lucas, the young man can’t help but worry. Diyng of jealousy to know that Eliott is gonna spend most of his time with this very beautiful and clever artist, Lucas can’t think straight anymore.

Eliott, pretending to clean the sink a little more, discreetly walked to Lucas.

"Besides… Speaking of Amélie… Today she showed us the new shoes she bought, really high heels, Louboutin. Wow, it makes her legs beautiful, you should see that… Aoutch!”

Lucas just kicked him.

“Stop it already!”

Eliott now laughs openly.

“Stop what?!

-I don’t fucking care about Amélie’s legs!

-You should, she’s beautiful! And then her little dress…

-For fuck’s sake!”

Raging and crimson cheeks of shame, Lucas punches Eliott’s shoulder. The latter, far from being offended, laughs again and walked closer.

“You know I don’t like that girl and you play with it!” Lucas complains, folding his arms back and lowering his head sulkily.

"Sorry, sorry… I can’t help it!” Eliott say, wiping a small tear of laughter at the corner of his eye.

He tries to take him in his arms but Lucas is struggling.

"You’re just a fucking sadist!”

Eliott laughs again and finally settles down. He puts a soft, gentle hand on Lucas’ cheek, encouraging him to look up at him.

“I’m sorry, but… I can’t believe you’re still so jealous. Even after more than ten years, the house, Nour, all that…

-Yeah I know it’s ridiculous… ” Lucas breathes, biting his lip.

“No it’s not ridiculous, it’s… quite flattering actually.” Eliott smiles. "But once again… You’re the only one who counts, you know it.”

Lucas smiles as well, sighs and relax his muscles. His hands rest on Eliott’s hips.

“I know…

-And then you have nothing to envy to Amélie.

-Really?

-Really.”

Lucas, still sitting on the bar stool, legs apart to accommodate Eliott closer to his body, raises his eyebrows.

“She’s one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen though.

"Yeah well…” Says Eliott unconvincingly. “Allow me anyway to put your tastes about women in question.” As Lucas prepares to retort, his man keeps talking. "She’s too tall… My type is smaller people…” He finished with a mocking smile.

"I’m not that small!” Lucas complains.

"Who tells you that you’re my type?

-You jerk!”

As Lucas begins to slap Eliott’s abs with his fists, he grabs his face with his hands and puts his lips on his.

“I love you Lucas…” he whispers between two kisses.

“I love you too, bastard…” Lucas answers.

The two men kiss each other. Eliott’s hands are set in Lucas’ neck. The latter grabs the bottom of his husband’s tee-shirt and strokes his bare stomach. Their tongues touch and play together. Eliott’s hands move up in his hair pulling them slightly. Lucas scratches his thin skin lightly, stroking his belly button and his ribs. Deep in his throat, Eliott lets out a small sigh of ease, without getting away from the mouth of Lucas. It’s the latter, at this sound, which moves away slightly, he licks his red and swollen lips, he rests his hands on his knees. Eliott frowns and looks sulky.

“Wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.” He says, trying to take him back to him.

Lucas smiles. Yes, of course, he would love to keep kissing him, but at the same moment, a whole other preoccupation is coming to his mind.

"If we don’t stop right now, I’m not sure I could control myself for a long time…”

Eliott cuts him off by sticking his pelvis to his.

“I like that…” He moans close to his ear.

“I think it’s more reasonable to wait for Nour to be sleeping Babe…” Lucas smiles again, not finding the strength to walk away.

Hearing his daughter’s name, Eliott sighs, puts his forearms on Lucas’ shoulders and displays a look of deep reflection.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” He admits in a half smile. “It would be a shame to traumatise her for the rest of her life… By the way, where is she? That’s it, it’s teenage time? She doesn’t even want to come and kiss her father after a hard day at the childcare centre?” Eliott asks, glancing down the corridor to the bedrooms.

Lucas raises his eyebrows, losing his bright smile. He moves a little further and looks Eliott straight in the eyes.

"You’re joking right?” He asks his husband.

Eliott, not understanding what Lucas means, rising in turn a mocking eyebrow.

"Yes, Lu’, it’s a joke. I don’t seriously think that our two-and-a-half year old girl is already in her teens…

-No, I mean… She’s playing in her room right?

-Well yeah, I guess.

-Eliott…”

The two men look at each other, the same expression scandalised on their two faces. The situation seems to clear suddenly for one as for the other.

“Did you get her at the childcare center when you went out of work?” Lucas asks.

"No! It was you who were supposed to pick her up on the way back! You didn’t do it?

-No I didn’t!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Understanding that their daughter is not at home as expected, Eliott rushes to the other end of the living room, to his phone that he had put there an hour or two ago.

“6 missed calls from the center!” He shouts, panicked.

"They tried to call me too!” Lucas answers from the small entrance where he went to get his coat in which he had buried his own phone.

Pacing up and down in the living room, the phone sticked to his ear, Eliott calls back the childcare center. Lucas joins him, collapses on one of the chairs, takes his head in his hands, nerves alive, succumbing to the stress of such a situation.

"Hello… Yes, I’m Éléonore’s father.” Eliott introduces himself, his worried eyes staring into Lucas’ anxious ones. "I’m really sorry, there was a misunderstanding and… Yes, yes, very well, thank you. Sorry again, we… We just… I know… Yes… We’re coming right now, sorry, we’ll be there in five-ten minutes.”

Coming out of the house with Eliott, Lucas doesn’t mind the rain anymore. In a big hurry, the two men walked fast to the childcare center.

“Fuck! We spoke about it yesterday! It was you who had to go and catch her!” Lucas yells, already out of breath.

"No no no! It was you who was supposed to come home with her!

-But that makes no sense! It’s you who came home first!

-Yes but the center is on your way, not mine!”

The two men remains silent, each convinced to be right.

After a little while, Lucas lowers his head and burries his hands in his coat.

“Damn… We’re the worst parents ever…” he said in a sad and shameful tone.

“Don’t say that.” Eliott answers without looking at him or slowing down.

"But we’re not even fucking able to decide properly who’s supposed to care about our daughter at the childcare cen…”

-Shut up!“

Lucas is guilt-ridden. Honestly and in theory, he knows very well that he overreacts. Éléonore is perfectly safe at the childcare center, they’re only late for an hour and then mistakes can happen from time to time… But he can’t help himself. How could they forget their own daughter? Worse still, how did they do to not realise earlier that the little girl wasn’t in the house? And if she hadn’t been to the childcare center, what if a stranger had come to get her? What if, what if … Before Éléonore came into his world, Lucas was the first to make fun of all those parents feeling guilty for the slightest mistake about their offspring. And now, he and Eliott find themselves in the same situation… What a joke!

Eliott pushes the door of the childcare center and introduces himself to one of the childcare worker at the entrance. On his heels, Lucas sees Éléonore playing quietly alone with small wooden cubes. Not caring a lot about the worker, he breaks off quickly, takes off his shoes and rushes alongside the little girl on the playthings. He crouches down and takes her in his arms.

"Oh sorry… Sorry babygirl…” He holds her tight and kisses her hair. “We’re here.”

Obviously the little girl doesn’t seem to have realised that her two dads had forgotten to pick her up. Lucas puts his hands under her armpits, places her against his chest and keeps her close to him while standing up. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Letting herself be carried into the entrance, the little girl sees Eliott in great discussion with the childcare worker. Visibly surprised to see that her both of her dads have exceptionally come to get her, Eleanor made a funny face.

“Papa?

-Yes, see? We came both! We really wanted to see you!”

Lucas stops near Eliott. The latter turns to his husband and daughter, smiles and lays a kiss on the little girl’s round cheek.

“Hi you. How are you?

-Good!

-What did you do today?

-I did the painting!” The girl answers playfully, proudly showing her two little hands on which there are still some traces of red paint.

Lucas turns to the woman.

“We’re really sorry, I don’t even understand what happened…

-Oh do not worry too much! As I said to your husband, this can happen to everyone.

-No but really, sorry…

-Listen, you’re not the first to whom it happens and you wont be the last, believe my long experience.”

Lucas smiles at her sheepishly, absently stroking his daughter’s hair.

“And then…” Keeps saying the woman. “It’s a pretty good thing!”

At these words, the two men raise their eyebrows.

“It means that your world doesn’t revolve around Éléonore only. That’s a good thing! She needs to see that everything is not just working for her only, that she’s not the center of the whole world, especially at that age. There are times when we don’t necessarily think about our children, it’s pretty healthy actually.”

Lucas bites his cheek, thinking back to what they were just doing to forget their own daughter. Seeking to hide his embarrassment, he drops the little girl on the ground so that she can get her shoes in the small lockers near the entrance. Eliott bends down and helps her to put on her shoes.

Seeing two other pairs of shoes in the lockers, Lucas looks up at the woman.

“There are still children?

-We don’t close until late, around 9:30 pm, for parents who have atypical schedules.”

Lucas nods before putting on his own shoes.

Once Éléonore has put on her thick coat, Eliott takes her in his arms. The little girl frowns and tries to struggle.

“Nooo! I want to walk!!” She gasped. Eliott doesn’t let her go and shakes his head.

"Sorry kitten but it’s raining a lot and…” He glances at Lucas. The latter shrugs. “And as we left the house quickly, we forgot to take an umbrella so we will walk very quickly to not get wet.”

Lucas bites his cheek again. They didn’t even think of sheltering their daughter from the rain… really, they fucked up everything today! The shrill voice of the little girl draws him from his dark thoughts.

“Will you run?” She asks Eliott. Éléonore loves when Eliott carries her on his back while running at full speed, it’s even one of her favourite activities. His father laughs.

"Of course! Everything you want tonight Mademoiselle Lallemant.” He replies, kissing her forehead.

His coat on, Lucas turns to the woman, standing there, watching them tenderly.

"Well… We’ll go now. Thank you very much and sorry again for all that.

-Do not worry, not a big problem, really. Next time make sure to keep your phones with you.” She answers with a smile.

"It wont happen again.” Lucas adds, shaking her hand. "Nour, you say goodbye?

-Goodbye!” Nour yells, still in Eliott’s arms, waving her hand to the woman.

"See you tomorrow sweethart.” She greets her back, giving her a small wink.

On the way back, Lucas looks in front of him, Eliott running in the rain, holding Éléonore firmly in his arms. The little girl laughs loudly. Lucas could never get tired of this laugh for sure.

Back home, while Eliott kneels in the small entrance, helping their daughter to get rid of her coat and shoes, a burning smell suddenly rises to Lucas’ nostril.

"Oh fuck!” He rushes into the kitchen. In the saucepan, the ratatouille is totally burnt and lets escape a blackish smoke. With a quick gesture, he grabs the pan and puts it in the sink before running the water.

"Damn fucking shit… That must be a fucking joke…” Lucas takes his head in his hands. “We make everything mess!” He slaps his forehead with the palm of one of his hands.

He feels so guilty to not being able to do anything right. He would like to be that perfect, caring, organised father, but deep down, tonight, he still feels like a teenager who has trouble growing up. He knows it’s fleeting, he’s aware that most of the time things don’t go so bad but… Tonight is too much…

On his back, he feels Eliott taking him in his arms. The man puts his hands on his stomach, puts his head on his shoulder and hugs him, his chest stucked to Lucas’ back.

"It’s okay…” he whispers in his ear.

“But Eli, look, we’re fucking pathetic…” Lucas complains, thinking back to the forgetting of their own daughter and their house full of an unpleasant burning smell. He begins to run out of air and feels his belly knot. Eliott moves slightly away to give him room to turn around.

“Hey, hey, calm down, Lucas… look at me. Look at me…”

Lucas turns around and stares into the calm and reassuring eyes of his man.

“Nour’s perfectly fine, she’s here, with us. And about the ratatouille… It doesn’t matter at all. It’s nothing… ” He told him confidently. Lucas nods, soothed by the sound of Eliott’s voice.

“What are we eating then?” He asks in a weak voice.

Eliott frowns and thinks.

“Hmmm… we can order a pizza!” Leaving Lucas’ eyes, he turns towards the living room in the direction of Éléonore, who is busy telling the contents of her day to one of her stuffed toys, sitting on the ground at the foot of the Christmas tree. "Nour… Do you like pizza?”

The little girl raises her big blue eyes towards her father. She doesn’t answer anything, obviously not understanding what Eliott is asking to her.

“Pizza… You know, the round good thing with other stuff on it…”

The little girl frowns before refocusing on her stuffed toy. Obviously what her father tells her, not only does she not understand it but she doesn’t really care about it either.

“Oh my God…” Eliott blows tragically, a hint of indignation in his voice.

“What?” Lucas asks.

"Our own daughter has never tasted pizza in her whole life…” He says, eyes round, slowly turning to his husband.

“Well… Uh yeah… Maybe not with us but wi…

-That’s the real shame, Lucas! What unworthy fathers we are!” He exclaims in a perfect dramaqueen’s impersonation. "We have to fix this right now!” He adds, grabbing his phone to call their favourite pizzeria.

A smile on his lips, Lucas looks at him, his own blue eyes filled with unspeakable tenderness.

A little later in the evening, Eliott and Lucas are settled in the couch. Éléonore is sitting between them. Just out of the bath, her hair is still wet and her skin smells like baby soap. In her hand, she holds a small slice of pizza she carries to her mouth, already smeared with tomato sauce. Her two dads watch her eatting with appetite.

"So? You like pizza?” Lucas asks her smiling.

The little girl just nods, too busy eating her new favourite dish to answer properly to her own father.

Lucas sighs of ease, keeps smiling and lets himself go against the back of the couch, a hand resting on his daughter’s back. He looks at the ceiling thoughtfully. Eliott prefers not to waste time and takes a large slice of pizza.

"You know what?”

Eliott turns to him, traces of tomato sauce at the corners of his mouth, just like their daughter. At this sight, Lucas laughs.

"I think we’re not so bad fathers…” Lucas says.

“Of course we’re not.” Eliott replies.

“We forget our daughter at the childcare center, we almost burn our kitchen, we don’t eat at the table but on the couch by putting crumbs everywhere but…” He pauses, watching Éléonore and Eliott. “We’re happy like that.” He finished with a smile.

"And that’s what counts.” Adds Eliott, his mouth full of pizza.

"Yeah, that’s what counts…”.

#skam france #fanfiction #dads!elu #lucas lallemant #eliott demaury #and their cute little girl !!#I'm sorry if there are many mistakes in this one #I wrote it very quickly #the pictures aesthetic is a bit crappy but it was fun to do it !#oh and sorry Ju #I know it's not exactly what you asked but...#It's what Ive been able to write !#firts time I write in present tense #I usually prefer past tenses #it was sooooo hard for me #not very confident about this os but anyway... ^^#guys I hope you'll enjoy it #really...

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How many bank accounts do you have? One. Have you ever been falsely accused of starting drama? In like elementary school there was some BS with some “friends” and one thought I said something that I didn’t. How old are you? 30. Do you attend church regularly? Not at this time, but a local church uploads the sermon every week from that Sunday’s service. That is the church I will be attending. Have you ever found a song that describes your whole life? There’s definitely those songs that just hit right in the feels as though it were written especially for you.

What time did you wake up this morning? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, but lately I’ve been sleeping in until like 1 in the afternoon so I’m sure today will be no different. What time do you plan on waking up tomorrow morning? ^^^ What kind of car do you drive? I don’t drive. What kind of car would you like to have? Have you ever been to Dairy Queen? Yeah, but not since I was a kid. It’s so weird whenever I see a commercial for it cause I’m like, ‘wow, they’re still around and thriving. Huh.’ ha. It just doesn’t seem like a popular place. If so, what’s your favorite thing to eat from there? How old did you turn on your last birthday? 30. D: Ever felt like falling apart? Oh, I fell apart. Been trying to pick up the pieces for the last few years, but I’m like Humpty Dumpty and can’t seem to be put back together again. Have you ever been in an ambulance? Yes. Do you tend to worry a lot? All the time about everything. How old were you when you lost your first tooth? I think like maybe 6 or 7. Do you remember your first time on the internet? Yeah, I was 9 years old. I remember signing up with AOL and making my email and stuff. AOL had message boards and chatrooms for kids and teenagers, which I went on all the time. Which website do you email from? Yahoo. Do you enjoy receiving souvenirs? Sure. I’m the girl who buys like keychains, shirts, or hoodies from the touristy shops whenever I travel. Do you get angry with people easily? I'm more easily frustrated than angered. <<< That’s me, too. I’m also very irritable. Do a lot of people dislike you or is it the other way around? I’m just irrelevant. Have you ever had the flu? Yeah. The last time I had it was last year around this time. :X That, and bronchitis, knocked me down on my ass HARD. What about strep throat? Yeah. It’s been several years, though. I honestly can’t even recall the last time. Have you ever been to a psychologist? No, but I need to. What’s the worst part about school? I was always very easily overwhelmed, stressed, and burnt out. Do you normally have a lot of homework, if you’re still in school? -- When was your last vacation? Last July for my birthday. Would you ever consider going on a cruise? No. The ocean terrifies me. <<< SAME. What did you last buy from the store? Food. Would you say you enjoy being single or in a relationship more? It’s best that I’m single for the time being and the foreseeable future. I really don’t have much relationship experience either. Do you try to stay busy a lot? I’m not busy by any means. I’m at home in bed majority of the time doing the same few things. What’s your favorite quote? “I don’t know.” --Me. Do you lie a lot? No. I downplay a lot, though. Do you still act childish most of the time? -- My behaviour is often childlike, but not childish. <--Same. <<< Yeah, I like that. Did you ever enjoy gym class? Nooo. What is your biggest insecurity? Oh ya know, just everything about me. Have you ever painted a room alone? I’ve never painted a room. Speaking of which, when did you last paint your room? I've never painted my room. What’s for dinner tonight? I have no idea, yet. It’s 5 in the morning. Do you ever drink alcohol? No. I haven’t had alcohol in almost 7 years now. Have you ever had a terrible hangover? Ugh, yes. Do you ever get migraines? No, but I get horrible tension headaches. I can’t take anything for headaches either D: Do you know how to garden? I’ve been interested in gardening. What was the last thing you plugged into an outlet? A wallflower thing from Bath & Body Works. Do people consider you to be a funny person? I have my funny moments once in awhile, ha. Do you have any bad habits? Yepppp. Do you like children? I don’t have an issue with children, I just personally don’t want to have any. If not, why is this? What is your favorite snack? Pasta salads. Do you own any gaming systems? Yeah, I have a Nintendo Switch. I also use my brother’s PS4 sometimes. How old were your parents when they had you? Early and mid 20s. Is there a big age difference between you and the person you like? I don’t like anyone in that way, currently. Do you trashtalk people a lot? No, but I can’t say that I never do. What is the most amusing thing on the internet, in your opinion? YouTube. Tumblr can be as well. Does the future excite you or scare you? Terrifies me. Do you try to spend a lot of time with family? Yes. How often do you shower? Every 1-2 days. What would you say is your favorite genre of music? I like variety. Do you need to clean your bedroom? Ugh, yes. D: It’s so cluttered right now. My room never used to be like this. It’s driving me insane, but I just don’t have the energy or motivation to do anything with it. I’ve been putting it off for a long time. What do you plan on doing with the rest of your life? Oh jeez, don’t even come at me with that. Do you enjoy Chinese food? It’s never something I crave, but yeah I like a few things. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve had Chinese food. What is your favorite movie from the nineties? Oooh, that’s tough. Which decade were you born in? The 80s. It was halfway through the last year of the decade, though. Are you good at giving advice to people? I used to be. I was the one friends would always come to for advice or just needed someone to talk to. I’m not that person anymore, though. :/ You don’t wanna come to me for advice. How many huge secrets do you have? It’s a secret. How many people know these secrets? How many times a day do you brush your teeth? At least once. Do you ever floss? Not regularly. Have you ever been in a long-term relationship? No. Ever considered suicide? Yes. If so, did you try to commit suicide? No. Is there anyone out there who makes you feel completely useless? No, but I do feel completely useless. Do you like texting or calling people more? Text, but I rarely even do that. Definitely that over calling, though. What’s your favorite band? You guys know me and favorites. Do you have a lot of friends? I have zero friends. I have my family, though, and that’s enough for me. Have you ever painted something and been impressed by it? No. Would you rather go out to eat or stay in? I like to get takeout and eat at home. When did you last babysit, if ever? Not since my brother and cousins were kids. They’re adults, now. My brother will be 21 next month. :O I’m so olddddd. Do you have any younger siblings? Yeah, my younger brother. ^^^ Have you ever thought of someone as useless? Myself. Have you ever considered bleaching your hair? I do. Only twice a year, though. In between that I just get the color touched up. Do you drink vitamin water? I haven’t in years. I was really into it at one point when I was younger. Are there any old movies you absolutely love? Yeah, several. Have you ever had a Big Mac before? Many times. Do you think you attract the opposite sex at a reasonable rate? Nope. I’m sure I never do. Where is your favorite place to travel? Beachy places. What is your goal for the next few months? I need to work on a lot of things. Can you count to ten in another language other than your own? Yeah, Spanish. Do you own a lot of shoes? No, just like 5 pairs. Have you ever played on a sports team before? No. If you have, what was that sport and when? -- Have you ever filed a lawsuit on someone? No. Do you think you’re a good singer? I’m not a good singer, but I still like to sing along to myself anyway. Would you rather wear jeans or sweatpants? Sweatpants out of the two, but I’m a leggings gal. Do you think you have a good sense of style? It’s good for me and that’s what matters. I like it. Do you enjoy reading often? I love to read, but it’s been too long since I last read. I really want to start up again. Have you ever had a deadly illness? No, thankfully. Ever had food-poisoning before? Yes. D: Where did you last eat dinner at? I get takeout pretty regularly, but the last restaurant I went to for dinner was IHOP last month. Have you ever shot a gun before? Once. I went to a shooting range with some friends years ago.

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