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nopeferatu · 9 months
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og nopeferatu followers will remember that one time i made a post asking if other people had ever heard the term "riding" in nsfw works used to describe the act of penetrating a person instead of someone being penetrated cowgirl style, because i see it a lot in brokeback mountain fanfiction, but i had never ever seen it used that way anywhere else before. i'm pretty sure i got two yeses, but like. they'd basically only heard it once themselves too
well i can confirm that it really and truly isnt just limited to brokeback mountain fanfic lol?? there's this artist who's getting big on tiktok lately bc he keeps making gay pop punk and country songs, and he's used "ride me" in his songs a few times even tho he makes it explicit that the narrator is the one being penetrated:
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anyways. just an update on my findings.
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barleyo · 7 months
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Love Machine.
Android! Leon Kennedy X Fem! Reader (smut)
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A/N: I got this idea while listening to a song with the same title. This was my first time writing for Leon, I hope it isn't too clunky or too short! I am slowly coming out of my hiatus, so my writing skills are a bit rusty, I need you all to give me a little grace for the next few posts in case they aren't great LOL. Love you all so much, thanks for your support!
Part Two: Here
Wordcount: 2.4K
Tags: sex doll/living sex robot (?), sex toys, oral (fem receiving), reader is called things like "pretty girl", p in v, creampie (but not really because he's a sex doll??), unprotected sex, fingering, nipple play
“Welcome in, can I help you find anything?”
(Y/N) gave the cashier a polite smile and shook her head as she walked past him at the check-out desk, trying to be as non-awkward as possible, especially since she was the only customer in the small store at that time of night. It was an in and out trip, she tried to convince herself of that. She needed something small, just enough to get the job done. 
Normally, she would’ve waited until the next day to run an errand like this, but days of stress had left her needy and frustrated, so when her trusty wand finally gave out on her mid-fun, she grabbed her car keys and headed out into the night. 
Her eyes scanned the wall of toys in the back of the store. Pink and purple covered the shelves, vibrating toys and dildos being her main focus. 
“Mini-vibe, bullet vibe,” she mumbled, squatting down to read the boxes on the lower shelves. “What’s even the difference–?”
She settled on a purple rabbit vibrator. Its packaging was the least indicative of its contents, and it was on the smaller side. Easy to hide. 
“Will that be all?” the cashier asked, looking over the box. 
“Yeah, that should be it.”
“You know,” he said, giving her a wide grin, “I can’t say I can suggest this one.” He held the box back out to her, waiting for her to take it. “We’ve gotten a lot of refunded purchases due to it.”
“Oh, shit, really?” (Y/N) took the box back, tucking it under her arm. “Okay, uh, I guess I should ask what the best option would be, then?”
The cashier gave a nod and waved her over, lifting the divider between behind the counter and the rest of the store. “Come with me to the back, we’ve got all the good stuff tucked away back there.”
She chewed the inside of her cheek, thinking about whether or not to follow him. She didn’t immediately catch any red flags in his behavior: he was polite enough, no major creep-vibes. (Y/N) finally walked past the open divider and followed him into the stock room. 
“So, over here,” he said, waving his hand over a heavily stocked shelf, “is all the high-powered stuff. These over here have a high-customization level, lingerie over here, and over here ....” 
The man continued to go over the ‘hidden’ options in the store, but (Y/N)’s eyes traveled over to a large, sheet-covered box. 
“Hey, what’s that over there?” she asked, pointing at the box. 
“Oh, that? That’s new, uhm, probably a little out of your comfort zone, though, he’s a little advanced.”
“He?”
The cashier sighed and stepped up to the box, gripping the corner of the sheet. “It’s—it’s a long story, but, here, have a look.”
He pulled the sheet down, dropping it to the cement floors of the room.
“What the fuck is that?!”
A blond man stood in the plain box, the only adornment on the cardboard being his name in bolded letters: Leon. His eyes were closed, his hands sat idly beside his sides, and his body stood bare before them both.
“His name is Leon, he’s a prototype for a new line of responsive sex dolls. I mean, most of the bugs are out of the system, he’s not faulty or anything.”
(Y/N) walked up to the box and scratched the cellophane covering, trying to get his attention. “Is he awake? Or on, I guess?”
“Nah, he has to be set up, there’s a manual in the box, I think,” the man replied, bending down to pick the sheet back up to throw over Leon’s box. Just as he began to shake the sheet off, clearing the residual dirt off of it, (Y/N) spoke again.
“How much for him?”
She mentally smacked herself for asking. There was no doubt he was expensive, hell, he probably wasn’t even up for sale.
“You want him?” He raised his eyebrow, looking the girl up and down, confusion painting his features.
“I– I don’t know, can I have him? How much?”
He crossed his arms for a moment, thinking. “He’s not for sale, per se, but– so, listen, okay?”
“Yeah?”
“You can have him for free, okay? But if you aren’t satisfied with him, you can’t bring him back here, you’re stuck with ‘em.” He held his hand out expectantly. “Deal?”
“Deal,” she said, taking his hand quickly, giving it a few affirming shakes.
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The boxcutter in her hand worked quickly, slicing open the cellophane. (Y/N) bunched up the plastic and threw it to a random corner in her bedroom, turning back to face Leon. She gave him a testing poke, and when he didn’t respond she turned that poke into a gentle tapping on the side of his face.
“Leon?” The name felt like acid on her tongue, guilt already creeping through her. “Wake up.”
She dropped her hand from his face and guided it further down his chest. The synthetic skin felt real, almost in an uncanny way. He was warm to the touch, not plastic-y and cold like how she assumed other sex dolls felt. 
“Come on, big boy.” she muttered, pulling Leon’s large, heavy body out of the box and placing him on his feet near her bed. “Where’s your–? Oh, got it.” (Y/N) snatched the instruction manual from the box. The print was foggy, and some words were horribly misspelled, but she flipped through the pages and located the directions page. She read the page to herself quietly. “I am Leon, your AI-powered male sex doll. The setup process of a Leon doll is extremely easy. To turn me on, just set my dial. After that, just sit back and let me love you for a little while!” 
(Y/N) walked a small circle around him in search of his ‘on-switch.’ She found it right on the back of his neck, almost hidden by his swoop of blond hair. On the silver dial sat three options: Off, gentle, and rough. A hand rose and ticked the dial to gentle. She stepped away from him quickly after hitting the switch, nervous to see what would happen.
His eyes opened slowly, and a weak blue light beamed from them, scanning outwards before shutting off completely. A grin slowly spread across Leon’s all-too-real features as he powered on. 
“Hey there, pretty girl,” he said, standing still in her room, only moving his head to face her. “Looks like you could use some company.”
“Uh, hello.” Her mouth was dry as she spoke, feeling like she made a bad decision the second he had snapped to life. 
“Hm, why don’t you come closer to me? I don’t bite,” Leon paused before cheekily adding “unless you want me to.” He took her in his arms and let his eyes drift down her body. He eased her shirt over her head and tried to undo the clasps of her bra.
“What are you doing?” She tried to pull away but he held her in place.
“You have all your clothes, but I’m exposed over here. That’s not so fair, is it?” He looked down at his hardened length, ushering her to look down with him.
Her eyes widened a bit. “When did you even get hard–?”
“I’m always hard around pretty girls like you.” He slipped off her bra and groped her breasts with his large, somewhat calloused hands. “Look at these, baby. You have pretty tits, and a pretty face, huh?” 
A hum left her throat as she felt his head dip down and take one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue over the bud, latching on to properly suck it after a few teasing moments. She ran her hands through his hair and gripped onto it tightly, whining at the feeling of his mouth popping off of her tit. 
“Bet you’re getting wet from this, aren’t you?” His voice was airy and muffled while he spoke. He left open mouthed licks over her pebbled nipples, grazing over them with his tongue’s warmth.
She gave a weak nod in return.
“Mm, maybe I should take care of that,” he chuckled lightly and lowered himself to his knees. “Gonna let me take these off you?” He tugged at the waistband of her shorts.
“G’head,” (Y/N) said, feeling her thighs rub against each other impatiently. 
He pulled them down to her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving her in just her panties. She shuddered at the feeling of his tongue darting across the cotton covering her wet center. Again, Leon laughed a bit at her reaction and licked a heavier stripe against the fabric. When he was rewarded with a gasp from her open mouth, he pulled the panties to the side and pressed his tongue at her slit.
“F–Fuck, that feels good,” she whined, hand still messily buried in his hair. 
Leon kept his eyes on her the whole time, not letting a moment pass where his blue irises weren’t piercing hers. 
His tongue dipped out of her entrance and moved up to her clit. He fidgeted with it, trying to see which motion worked best on her, and settled on a circular movement. The longer he sat slotted between her thighs, her knees thrown over his shoulders, the more frequently he felt her cunt jump from pleasure. He placed his tongue hard on her clit, giving it rough, pressured licks. 
“Almost there, I’m close,” (Y/N) said, feeling a coil form in her stomach. She had felt this with other toys, but by far, Leon was the best at the job. “Don’t stop,” she hummed, voice catching in her throat while he moved his head side to side, dragging his mouth sloppily over her cunt.
A string of profanities escaped her mouth when she felt her orgasm hit. A sputtering wave of warmth flushed through her body, her pussy clenching around nothing. 
“That’s it, good job,” Leon cooed. He held his hand up to her face expectantly. “Spit.”
Her mind already felt melted, like it could’ve oozed out of her brain at any minute. She mindlessly complied with him, spitting onto his lengthy fingers.
“Ah–! S’too much, Leon.”
“No, no, you can take it. I’ll be gentle, I know you want another one,” he said with a slightly mocking tone. “Greedy girl needs something to fill her up.” Plunging his fingers into her pussy, he groaned at the feeling of her slick walls still fluttering. “Y’haven’t even recovered from the first one, but I’m gonna give you another one,” he said, curling his fingers, “gonna be twice as strong.”
“Fuck, it’s too much,” (Y/N) knew her sobs of pleasure were pathetic sounding, but she couldn’t muster anything else up as she tried to push his wrist down and away, not being able to stand the feeling of his two fingers prodding at her most sensitive spot. 
“Don’t fight it,” he warned, “not when you’re so close. Yeah, I feel you getting all tight on me. Mm, you’re gonna love how it feels, it only gets better from here, pretty girl.” 
Leon became more aggressive with his movement, moving his whole arm as his fingers jammed in and out of her. (Y/N) was lost in her ecstasy. Her hands shook and flew aimlessly before taking purchase of Leon’s shoulders and holding onto them, nails digging into the skin.
Her second release, as promised, was much stronger. Her legs clamped around him, her moans came out in long, shaky intervals, and her brain was mush. She couldn’t force herself to focus on anything but the cum dripping out of her cunt and down Leon’s fingers and forearm. She screwed her eyes shut, feeling even the dim light of her bedroom to be too much for her now fucked-out, slutty head to handle. 
She hardly noticed when he had placed on her back in the bed with her legs spread. Not until he guided his cock across her folds, tapping the head of it against her swollen, abused clit. 
“More?” she asked, voice breaking and weak. “Can’t take it ‘nymore.”
“C’mon, sweet thing, you can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more?” He whispered into her ear, slowly pushing into her, holding himself back. 
“Jus’ one? No more after that?”
“Mhm, just one.” Leon bottomed out and stretched her walls with his girth. The tip of his cock gave sweet, shallow kisses to her cervix’s tip, gently pressing into it with each thrust. His hips rocked into her, but he felt his dick being forced out of her walls, pushed out of her heat. “Even after all that, still tight f’me.” He slid back in, rougher this time, trying to keep himself inside. “Need somethin’ to stretch you out, baby. Good thing y’got me now.”
His hands were placed under her knees, scooping and holding them apart while he fucked her. He slowly transitioned from fucking and burrying his cock into her, to bringing her body forward, bouncing her on his cock. 
“Leon—”
“Hush, now, you’re okay. Mm,” he wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, “look at how you take it. It’s like you were made to be used like this, sweet girl. Maybe you’d be better off as a toy.” 
She moaned at this, feeling her cunt twitch at his words.
“Yeah? You like that?” Leon’s eyebrow raised at her a bit, teeth barring in smirk. “You like being a little toy. Being– oh, fuck, you’re enjoying this so much. Your pretty little face...”
(Y/N) threw her arms over his neck, pulling him closer to her body. Their chests pressed together, her sweat slick between them both. “God, Leon, please!”
Leon pressed his mouth on her to quiet her down, swallowing her moans as their tongues and teeth gnashed against each other. He winced as (Y/N) bit down on his lip, choking back her sobs when she clamped down on his cock. Taking this as a sign, Leon emptied his thick, synthetic cum into her. 
Once he pulled out, a mixture of both of their cum pumped out, gushing and wetting in between her thighs.
��Good job, baby,” he said, stroking her face, grinning at the warmth of her cheek. “You did so well, getting all cockdrunk for me. To think I was being gentle. Wanna try my rough mode out for size?” He joked, letting his hand grip her hip. 
“Goodnight, Leon,” she responded, unimpressed at his teasing and tired from what he had done to her. She brought her hand to the back of his neck and turned his dial to ‘off.'
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evilminji · 5 months
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Gold can be exchanged for goods and services (o.o )
Pariah's Keep probably has a shit ton of Precious Goods from various places.
Danny is become King?
If Danny becomes King... then the Zone will somewhat obey him. The Crown and Ring could EASILY tell him where the next natural portal is, where it opens up, and for how long. How many there are. Could probably make a few.
Probably WAS supposed to be making them. Consciously. But, well, Coma(tm).
Would probably count as Kingly Duty to filter and collect. Clean Ecto goes out for souls that remain, a Gateway home for those that wish to LEAVE, so forth and so on.
Effectively, being The Grim Reaper. You don't CAUSE Death. You just guide the way home. If folks so choose.
And that's neat! Horrifying, but neat! And Danny can TOTALLY see how it would eventually drive him completely breakfast cereal fruity nuggets! LUCKILY, he's got a vaguely bro's/Mentor thing going with the ghost who has ALL OF POSSIBLE TIME flowing through HIS head! So Danny should be Gucci!
The headaches suck though.
But WHAT... to do with all this Gold and valuable Space Goods? Most of these aren't even recognized currency on earth! Like the Shells. You could buy a mansion with one of those... on the right planet. On Earth? Pretty paperweight. Hmmmm >.>
Wait.
WAIT!
<o> *points to top of head!* CROWN! It can? Predict and make PORTALS!
Portals lead any WHERE and any WHEN!
:O
Gold... can be exchanged for goods and services. He remembers, holding a gold brick, about to eat so, SO much pizza.
But WAIT! I hear you wondering! Surely, you mean? Within his past? The history and region of space he knows, right? Ha ha :) Nope! Cowards.
Danny is on the alien otter's planet, trading those sweet, sweet Shells for some snacks no human could eat and a shawl for his sister! He's hiding, badly, behind a food stall in the Martian market place. Hoping future hero J'onn Johnes doesn't notice him.
Lying to the Space Cops, bout where his untraceable Space Money came from, on an alien trading satellite. The Green Lantern's not buying it. Oh noooo >.> sudden Fright Knight. Looming Menacingly by the loading doooocks. Everyone's upset! Definitely not related to him! Better go check on that! :) *gets the heck out of dodge* (my king. Please stop using me as a distraction.) (No promises)
But! It's all fun and games? Until your human friends get sick. Like... REALLY sick.
And then you suddenly remember time and space mean nothing to you. One 15 minute flight that way, two doors, a quick flight of stairs, and a literal child's play place slide? You could be in the 32nd century.
That disease is AT BEST, an unpleasant afternoon, there.
Here, your friend could die.
You trade a student two Spanish dubloons. They have no idea what they are. Just like the look of them and know they're real metal. They walk into the pharmacy for you. Don't question your "social experiment paper" lie.
You're back in less then an hour.
The screaming argument about ethics and mortality lasts hours.
She still takes the medicine. Gets better. Won't talk to you for months. Because why does HER life matter more? Why bend the rules for HER? And you can't bring yourself to say what pulses as Truth from both Crown and Ring.
You could because she didn't Matter. Time... would not notice, nor change. She was in no way pivotal to the flow of history, must one more ant beneath its unrelenting march. Mattering only because those who love her CARE. Because one or two little things might change for the better.
But it takes the shine off of it, a little.
Being able to go to the FUTURE. Watch movies and see aliens and humans alike in the crowd. Read books and dance to songs from people who won't be born for hundreds of years. Eat snacks from the farthest reaches of the cosmos. Or the early BCs!
And that's BEFORE other time travelers clock him as That Shopping Guy. The one who keeps popping up... buying things. For what? Unknown. Probably dinner. Half the time it's food. Trinkets. Once it was a really, REALLY nice goat. (His aunt was THRILLED.)
It probably drives Bart crazy. Because NO ONE knows anything about the guy? Everyone just universally goes "oooh yeah! HIM! Yeah, he sure does Exsist(tm). Very... present and exsistant." Like that's not CRAZY! He has so many question. So Many! What is he even BUYING!? Why? Is there an order? Or is he winging it?!
*pulls out list* he needs ANSWERS!
@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight
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harrysbabycherry · 5 months
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lifesaver (part three)
in which harry is a divorce lawyer and y/n really needs his help
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warnings: there is again mention of domestic abuse and a tiny tiny scene with Adam in this one where he grabs her, but nothing with too much detail. but that’s it i think!
a/n: the title is in this chappie just saying lol. i picked the title after i finished this. this was pretty much done, i had to fix a few things so here it is!!! greek god harry this weekend (i hope 😢)
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(Y/N) doesn't think things can get any worse.
Standing within two feet of her is Adam. She's practically shaking, but she's trying to remain strong and stop the trembling of her hands. He looks angry already, even though he's just managed to see her for the first time in a week.
She had driven back to the hotel after a long, tiring day at work. She was craving ice cream more than ever and totally planned to go get some after dropping her bag off at home and changing into something a bit more comfortable.
She drove home with the radio and it seemed like all her favorite songs played. This is the best day she's had in a while. Work wasn't even that bad. Just a few meetings here and there and a lot of standing around at the copy machine. But that's it. It was decent. There was no one waiting for her once she got out of the building, just a singular text from Harry asking if she made it to her car alright. She rolled her eyes at the way her heart sped up so quickly. He's just being nice and wants to make sure she doesn't end up dead before his paycheck comes through. That's all. She managed to get in the car before sending him a tiny message back saying that yes, she's fine and in the car now. And she thanked him for checking in on her, ending the message with a smiley face.
So, she was feeling all fluttery the entire way up to her hotel room, knowing she'd have time to fret over how cute he'd been before Lindsey got there. She's not supposed to see him until Thursday, but he's making her so soft. Instead of being able to shut the door behind her and daydream over Harry, the door was shoved open by none other than Adam.
And she was so scared. She wanted to call someone, but she really couldn’t think of anyone to call. She just knew that Lindsey would be back to their hotel in two hours, but that was too much time. He could do anything to her in that time and leave without anyone ever knowing. It's not like she'd tell Lindsey either. She can't make her move again. She already feels so selfish for doing it once and disrupting her life. She can't do it again.
"So, here's where you've been hiding. I followed that bitch Lindsey the other day and she led me right to you. Some friend she is, right?" He laughed, gently shutting the door to the room and then locking it. Her heart is beating so fast, she's sure she's on her way to a heart attack.
"What do you want, Adam?" Since no one is here to get him away from her, she figures she should start getting answers.
"I want you to come home," He took a step towards her and she took one back. She didn't know what she could do besides try to keep him calm. If she can get out of this room, then she can hopefully have someone escort Adam out of here. "You need to. That baby needs its father."
She wanted to roll her eyes at his tone of voice. She wonders if he even believes himself when he says stuff like that. If he does, he really has issues.
"It's not working out. I don't want this anymore." Somehow, she forced that out. His expression immediately changed to something much darker.
"You're just saying that. Lindsey's got you believing all this shit about me. I've been so fucking good to you and this is how you repay me?" His voice raised a bit, making her tense up. He can't scream at her in a hotel. Someone will complain. But still, no one will get to her in time anyway if he does something.
"I decided this myself, Adam. Please leave and please sign the papers so we can get this over with." He reached out for her and she flinched, trying to escape his grasp, but he grabbed her tightly by the shoulders, probably inevitably leaving behind more bruises.
"You're so fucking delusional, (Y/N)," He shook her lightly as he said this, making her even more frightened. "You're my wife and you need to listen to me!" His voice raised this time significantly. Tears sprung to her eyes and she shook her head, trying to push at his chest.
"Adam it’s over. Let me go!" She shouted back at him, not liking how his grip tightened even more.
She knew better. She knew better than to yell back at him, that only made him angrier, but she just couldn’t handle him speaking to her like that. After all of this, she was so close to never seeing him again, but here he is now, wrecking her plans.
This time, he grabbed her chin harshly in his hand, squeezing around her jaw, and backing her against the tall dresser behind them. She shut her eyes tightly, preparing herself for the worst. Probably a bruise on her cheek that she’ll have to spend time covering with concealer so no one asks questions.
“You can go to a lawyer all you want, (Y/N). You can send me all these papers to sign, but you’re not going anywhere. You’ll be right back home with me soon, where you belong,” She could feel him toying with a strand of her hair and it made her sick. With her luck, what he’s saying will happen. She’ll never be able to get away from Adam. She’ll be stuck with him and a child he won’t care about very soon. And that thought alone caused tears to spring into her eyes. “I’m getting impatient waiting for you to come to your senses. But I’ll let you go for now. You’ll realize you need me soon.”
His hand dropped from her chin and with her eyes still sealed shut, he pressed his mouth to her cheek. And then, he was gone with the door shut behind him.
(Y/N) didn't move for several minutes, crying from the resounding pain in her jaw from his grip on it and from just being in his presence alone. She doesn’t know why she thought for a second that anything about this process would go smoothly. Well, she knew it wouldn’t, but she didn’t think it would happen like this.
She can be thankful for one thing. He didn’t hit her like she thought he would. At least she won’t have any bruises to hide from Lindsey or Harry. It just makes it easier. But after that, she thinks that it’s time to let Lindsey go back to her own life and not have to be holed up in a hotel room with (Y/N).
So, she sent Lindsey a text, telling her that it would be best for her to go back to her apartment. She was tired of burdening her and she thinks she safe now and Adam won't bother her. Lindsey can go back home and she'll continue staying at the hotel.
She called (Y/N) to ask her what was going on, but she managed to keep any trembling out of her voice as she told her that she was fine to go back to her apartment now. So, she agreed hesitantly and told her she'd be by after work to get her things. But (Y/N) has no intention of being here when she does. She can't let her see her like this. Because she knows that Lindsey would want answers out of her right away if she saw the state she was in right now.
She went into the bathroom to clean herself up first. She doesn’t want anyone, especially the hotel staff to see how upset she’d been. She doesn’t want any attention at all. When she made it down to her car, with no sign of Adam anywhere, called another hotel twenty minutes from this one and made reservations. It's kind of upsetting how Adam is affecting her every day life so much. And it’s really inconvenient that she has to upend her life and others’ every time he decides to be extra difficult.
She wasn't sure where to go. The reservation at the other hotel wouldn’t be ready for her for another couple hours. But she just wanted to be alone. So, she drove to a nearby park and sat there until the sun dipped past the horizon. She had gotten a message from Lindsey hours ago saying that she picked up her things from the hotel room and was headed home and to text her if she needed anything. She just thanked her and said okay. She couldn't tell Lindsey what happened. It wouldn’t help anything.
So, she checked into the hotel after getting her things from her previous hotel room. Check out was quick and she managed to look as normal as possible. As if her life wasn’t falling apart on all sides.
When she was finally in a new, cozy bed and wrapped in the plush comforter, she felt a little safer. She hopes that Adam didn't follow her again because she can only take so much. If he keeps it up, she may just end up forgetting the divorce altogether. It can't be any worse than this.
Harry's been trying to fight a smile for hours.
He wasn't able to wait outside for (Y/N) this time, but he sent a message asking if all was well. And she responded back so sweetly and even left a smiley face at the end.
He really can’t wait until Thursday.
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"I, um, don't think I'm going to make it in today. I'm not feeling well."
(Y/N) used the same excuse to get her out of work for the day. Luckily they were lenient and allowed her to do some of her work at home. She blamed it on pregnancy pain and told them that she would be back bright and early tomorrow morning.
She’s really just tired and not feeling like doing much. Seeing Harry was a slight incentive to get her to go to his office, but today has not been her day and she’d rather stay in bed and not worry about going out and possibly running into Adam. Even though she hopes she picked a hotel far enough away from anywhere where he would think to look for her.
So, she had to call Harry and cancel the appointment they had set for Thursday. She waited until the day of so it was more believable that she had gotten sick suddenly. So, now, she's trying to let him down easy and keep her voice from shaking. It seemed like Harry had a sixth sense for when she was feeling shitty and always called her out on it.
"Oh, no. Do you need anything? What do you feel like?" She thought that he would've been okay with that. It's less work for him and one less meeting he has to sit through, but no. Of course not. He has to make sure she's okay.
"I'm okay. Just sore and nauseous. The usual." She tried to laugh it off while he hummed lowly.
"Have you eaten dinner yet?" Oh, god.
"No, but I was just about to get something—”
"Great. Give me about twenty minutes, yeah? I'll bring you something good." It was like she couldn't even deny him. Every cell in her body was screaming no, but she just breathed a sigh and said okay. He's very frustrating in the way that he seems to be able to get her to do whatever he wants.
There is a small part of her now that is feeling fluttery just because she knows she’s going to see him soon and it’ll be outside of his office again. But now she has to change out of her pajamas and into something still equally as comfortable but more presentable. She chose sweatpants and changed from the tee shirt she was wearing to another one.
By the time she managed to look decent, there was a knock on the door. She froze. If that's Harry, he's a bit early.
She hesitantly went to the door and looked through the peephole. The racing of her heart significantly went down when she saw Harry on the other side of the door. And then it sped right back up. He's going to see right through her little act and there's nothing she can do about it.
She still opened the door and smiled at him and he smiled right back, showing her the paper bag in his hand.
"I hope you're hungry."
It didn't take long for them to start eating. The tv was playing quietly in front of them, but they weren't even paying attention to it. She had asked him about his day to get him talking. She loved the sound of his voice and apparently so did the baby growing in her stomach. If the kicking against her abdomen is anything to go by, she really is going to have a problem.
She didn't even know what to do. This is the first time the baby is kicking and it's honestly such a weird feeling. She was in shock and had stopped paying attention for a second.
"Harry?" She reached across the bed and squeezed his wrist.
"Yeah, babe?" He stopped momentarily to watch her slightly panicked state.
"The baby is kicking and I have no idea what to do right now." She was frozen, still feeling movement in her stomach every so often. It was so strange. She's never felt a sensation like it before. And she's definitely not going to brush over the fact that Harry just called her babe. She'll freak out over that later though.
"Is this the first time?" She nodded stiffly, still gripping his wrist in her hand tightly. "Do you feel okay and everything?"
"It's just really weird and I wish it'd stop." She wanted to cry. Really, she did, but she couldn't cry in front of Harry. He would pity her more than he already does and she can't have that. So, she's going to bottle it up for later and worry about it then.
"Oh, okay. Is there anything I can do? Do you want to lie down?" She wanted to tell him to stop talking, but she doubts that's going to go over well. She just nodded her head and he moved some of the containers off the bed and helped her lay down on her back.
"Thank you so much for being here. You didn't have to bring me food or anything and I'm sorry for canceling last minute." He waved her off, making sure that the pillows behind her were sorted.
"Don't worry about it. When I told you let me know when you need something, I was serious. I'm glad I can help," He smiled at her and her heart warmed up immediately. She had to look away from him and to the ceiling.
He was just so nice. She's never met anyone like him before. That's why she has trouble believing that she's not bothering him. He's too sweet for his own good if that's the case. She wishes they could have met in different circumstances. When she's not married and not knocked up. He's just so cute and she has a hard time thinking when he's around.
"What’s that?" And there it is.
“What?”
He motioned to the side of his face, more specifically his jaw and (Y/N) really, really tried to keep her composure because she didn’t realize anything was there at all.
She reached up and touched it like she had no idea what he was referring to. She hadn’t noticed anything there, but since it’s her jaw, she has a feeling that she knows exactly what he’s seeing right now.
"Oh, I don't know. What is it?" He hummed again, unconvincingly just like he had on the phone before. She knew he didn't believe her, but was he going to drop it?
"(Y/N), I know you saw him." Fuck.
"Who?" He tilted his head and rolled his eyes. He just wants to be helpful, but she just wants him to forget about all of this and ask no questions and help her get the divorce she needs.
"Come on. I'm not that dense. Did he touch you?" He sat next to her on the bed, looking her over very carefully. What's the use in lying anymore? He knows that Adam was close enough to her to bruise her jaw.. Or does he? He's on the right track to knowing though for sure.
"Harry. I can't do this." She hurried to look away from him. She didn't want to discuss this now. Her wounds are too fresh. She only saw him two days ago.
"Tell me the truth." He was practically begging her, but she knows he will only offer her sympathy once he does know exactly what happened. Now that he knows something did, he'll probably feel bad for her whether she tells him what Adam did or not.
"I did see him. He showed up at my job last week and started telling me off about the divorce. I'm only surprised he didn't do it sooner. It was in public, so he couldn't do anything crazy, but..." She trailed off, taking a deep breath. It’s hard to lie to him when he’s done nothing but be so kind and helpful. It’s also hard to lie when he sort of already knows the truth.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I shouldn't have pushed you, but I want to help you in this case. I really do. I want to do all I can to help you and if you tell me what happened, I can do that." He was sincere again, looking deep into her eyes, wanting her to tell him all she could. And did she have something to tell him.
And she wasn't going to be embarrassed about it. Adam is the one who should be embarrassed. He's a fucking idiot. She knows she can tell Harry anything and he won't make her feel weird. He's been nothing but polite so far.
"I know that and thank you so much. He came to my hotel a few days ago. He followed Lindsey one day and managed to catch me when I was by myself. He knocked me around a bit and grabbed my face too hard, so that’s where the bruises on my jaw came from.” There it is.
"Fucking hell, (Y/N)." He gently tilted her chin to the side to get a better look. She just waited until he was finished looking her over.
"I changed hotels too, so he’s really making things hard on me. I don’t think he knows where I am now. I hope not. I’ve tried to be careful. I know." She couldn't look him in the eye. She was ashamed for some reason. But there's nothing she can do now. At least all her secrets are out in the open now.
"I hate that he’s making you move around. Do you feel okay being here on your own?” She guesses he could tell that she’s staying here alone and not with Lindsey anymore, but he didn’t bring it up or seem to be concerned about it.
“I think so. I might take off work for a few days too. Just to be away from that part of town for a bit. It feels like he’s everywhere.” She didn’t want to share that bit with him but she did. Only because she finds it really hard not to say things in front of him sometimes.
“This will all be over soon, alright? Those bruises guarantee that he won't have any sort of custody over your child," She knows that legally he won’t have custody, but in Adam’s mind, that matters very little. But she’ll cross that bridge when she comes to it. "Do you mind if I get a few photos? I know it's a bit uncomfortable, but I promise it's for the good of the case."
She didn't mind. Anything that helps her get away from Adam is fine by her.
Harry snapped a few pictures from different angles and slipped his phone away. He set a hand on her shoulder and squeezed.
"Thank you, Harry. I'm sorry to make this so difficult, I just didn't think it would make a difference." He set his other hand on her shoulder and shook his head.
"There's nothing to apologize for. Just make sure that you let me know if you run into him again. I'll be there." She was overcome with emotion all of a sudden and wrapped her arms as tightly around him as she could. Her bump was in the way, but she still held him like he was going to disappear. He hugged her back the exact same way.
But when they pulled apart, there was a pause. They looked so intensely into each other’s eyes, she could feel goosebumps covering her skin. It was like it was just them two. Which it was, but it felt like something deeper than that. It was almost overwhelming. So, she quickly looked away and pushed her hair behind her ear.
“Well, I’m probably going to just have an early night. It’s been a long day.” That was her polite way of telling him that he needs to go. And he understood. She’s grateful for that because she just needs a good night’s rest and then she’ll be ready to pretend she’s okay again. For everyone else’s sake but her own.
Before she shut off the lights, she went into the bathroom and checked over her face. On one side of her jaw where his fingers had been, there were three fingertip sized bruises. It wasn’t very noticeable, but still. Harry managed to catch it somehow. He always seems to.
This will all be over soon enough. She hopes.
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Harry’s been compiling every document, every text message, every photo, every shred of evidence he can for (Y/N)’s case. He’s got it all organized into folders and he’s well-prepared for whatever Adam could have in store for him. But he worries slightly for her.
She’s obviously having a really tough time and if the other lawyer plays his cards well, he may just get (Y/N) to break and that would really piss Harry off. He doesn’t want to see her cry anymore and if some prick of an attorney manages to do that to her, he’ll be fucking livid.
But he’s going to do the best he can to get (Y/N) ready. It shouldn’t be this hard, but he’s got a feeling that Adam is going to make it as difficult as possible for her. Meanwhile, he’s trying to do the opposite.
So, he spends long hours at work, after everyone else has already gone, trying to make sure everything on his side is perfect. And it is. He knows (Y/N) is hoping that Adam doesn’t respond within thirty days, but once he figures out exactly what that means, he’s surely going to respond. Harry’s not sure he’s even found a lawyer yet and deep down, he’s hoping he doesn’t. But he’s trying not to be naive about it. Of course the guy’s going to respond to the notice and of course he’s going to have a lawyer lined up and ready to do damage. Harry just has to keep his wits about him and do his fucking job and everything should be fine.
It’s just now with the added domestic abuse, it’s going to make it a little more complicated. And she’s pregnant. But legally, Adam shouldn’t be allowed any claims on the child after he gives evidence of what he’s done to (Y/N). He’s going to try his best. That’s all he can do.
A normal divorce is never this complicated. But since there’s an unborn child involved, that has to be taken into consideration. It makes things hard, yes, but it’s his job to make sure that justice is served where it’s due. And (Y/N) wants Adam out of the picture and he’s going to try his hardest to make that happen.
There’s two weeks left for Adam to respond to the court. It seems like an eternity from here, but Harry is certain that gives him plenty of time for him to prepare himself and acquire a lawyer. But he’s betting that he’s thinking that (Y/N) is just being dramatic and that she’s going to drop the whole thing. He’s not going to let her, no matter what Adam does. Because she doesn’t deserve this shit. She deserves so much that Adam will never be able to give her.
Not that he’s saying he can. Because that might be a little absurd. He’s just saying that Adam shouldn’t be anywhere near her. She’s so kind, a little fiery, but that’s what he likes about her the most. Clearly, she can hold her own. She just needs a little help sometimes.
Make it out of work okay?
He knows it’s just past the time she’s supposed to be out of work and instead of being slightly stalkerish and showing up to make sure she remains unbothered, he’s just sending a text. He worries that she might be untruthful when responding, but as long as she does respond, he knows she’s somewhat alright. He tried to throw himself back into work and not think too much about how long it’s taking her to respond. It’s been minutes at this point, but can you blame him for worrying? God, he never thought he’d turn into this type of person. Worrying day and night, forcing himself not to go over to her hotel room just to make sure she’s fine.
The very fact that she has to stay in a hotel room is infuriating in itself. He hates that she had to rearrange her entire life for some loser. But it’s just a part of the process. She’ll be fine eventually and he’ll never be able to see her again.
Y/N: Yes, thank you, Harry.
He immediately stopped what he was doing and looked at his phone. He knows he’s got it bad. He knows, but he’d rather embrace it than try to ignore it. It’ll work out better for him, he thinks. He was just about to reply when another message came through.
Y/N: I’m actually on my way to look at an apartment now. I think I might just go for it. Anything is better than a hotel.
Harry: That’s wonderful, Y/N. Let me know what you find.
As if his opinion matters. He just wants to do anything he can for her and if she wanted to confide in him for something like this, he wouldn’t be opposed. But he’s trying to back off a bit at the same time. He hopes that she knows he feels something for her. But he’s not going to tell her outright. At least not yet. Not until the divorce is finalized. He doesn’t want anything to get in the way of that.
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(Y/N)’s kind of tired of signing her signature, but she’s more glad than anything that she’s just gotten a lease on an apartment.
She doesn’t have any furniture, but she’s happy to be out of that hotel. She was able to sleep the first night in her empty flat the night before last. She slept on an air mattress with tons of blanket and pillows and it was fine. Not the most comfortable, but something about it felt like home anyway.
She’s planning to go shopping with Lindsey for a couple things right now, but she’s getting tired and a bit nauseous. Last night was kind of hard because the baby isn’t exactly sleeping when she’s sleeping. So, she was dealing with kicking and someone stepping on her bladder all night long. Morning sickness has not been pretty either. Her nose is extra sensitive and she’s had the weirdest craving for pickles lately. She doesn’t even like pickles.
She dragged Lindsey to the grocery store just to find a jar of them. She needed them immediately. But now they’re at a park to get some fresh air. The car was too stuffy and she was getting motion sickness. So, she’s sitting on a bench with her jar of pickles that neither she nor Lindsey can get open. She’s almost in tears.
“I can ask someone if you want.” Lindsey offered. She sniffled, shaking her head.
“That’s so embarrassing,” She whined. “I can’t do anything for myself anymore.” She sniffled again, getting a real urge to cry now. She hurried to put the pair of sunglasses Lindsey loaned her when they sat down and put them on. She doesn’t want to start crying in this park full of kids and their parents having a good time. It just doesn’t seem right.
“(Y/N)!”
She turned at the small voice calling her name.
“Oh. Hi, Charlotte,” She really didn’t plan on anyone seeing her halfway to tears with a jar of pickles in her hands, but things haven’t been going to plan for her since college. Nothing surprising here. “Where are your parents?”
“At work. I’m out with Uncle Harry today.” She sat on the bench between her and Lindsey and smiled at (Y/N). She’s adorable really.
“And where is your Uncle Harry?” She can’t see him, and she hopes he can’t see her, but that would mean he’s panicking over where Charlotte is right now. The little girl shrugged before smiling widely again.
“Did you get princess sprinkles last time?” She changed the subject, reminding (Y/N) of the only time she’s met Charlotte. When she saw her and Harry in the ice cream parlor. She really wasn’t expecting that, but she really wasn’t expecting this either. He always finds a way to sneak up on her.
“Oh, no. Should I have? Were they yummy?” Charlotte was just about to go on a tangent about sprinkles when she was interrupted.
“Thank god, you little demon. I thought we were jumping rope,” Harry came out of nowhere in the second most casual outfit she’s ever seen him in. Running shorts and a sweatshirt. It wasn’t necessarily cold today, but he probably won’t get overheated in it either. “And you found (Y/N). She’s not bothering you, is she?” He looked at her and she desperately wanted to hide her jar, but it wasn’t worth it now. He already saw it.
“Not at all. She was just saying hi.” Charlotte stuck her tongue out at Harry and (Y/N) had to hold back a laugh. Their dynamic is so weird to her, but it’s just as enjoyable.
“Uncle Harry, will you push me on the swings?” He groaned as soon as she started talking and then shook his head after her request. She crossed her arms.
“Not now, Charlie. I’m talking to (Y/N).” And then Lindsey, being the nice person she is, spoke up.
“I can push you, Charlotte. Want to go?” She was probably happy for some girl time, so she took Lindsey up on her offer. They left hand in hand towards the swings and Harry casually sat down beside her. Like that whole thing wasn’t a set up. She knows what Lindsey was doing. He probably knows what Lindsey was doing too.
“Feeling alright today?” Was the first thing he asked. He’s always right on time with that question. Always when she’s feeling her worst. Now she’s got to spill her guts to him.
“Not really. It’s just hormones though and a little nausea.” He hummed, setting his arm behind her on the bench. She didn’t mind, he smells good.
“So, what are the pickles for?”
“Oh, don’t remind me. I’m craving them so badly right now. It’s ridiculous.” She scoffed to herself, still wishing to get the jar open. She could ask him, but she doesn’t want to seem helpless. She’s proven that she is to him time and time again already. Opening a jar for her isn’t too much to ask, is it?
“Need a hand?” And the fact that he always knows what she wants before she asks. Or it could be the grip she’s had on it since he walked over. She probably does seem a little on edge.
“Would you?” She turned towards him, pushing the jar into his hands. “We couldn’t get it open and I was almost in tears.” He chuckled, easily twisting the lid off and handing her the jar.
“There we go.” She sighed in relief and went right in the jar with her hand so she could grab one. As soon as she bit into it, she groaned.
“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver.”
They sat in a comfortable silence while she ate enough pickles to satisfy her craving. She watched Lindsey and Charlotte laugh together as she pushed her on the swing. It’s sweet. She can only hope her own child will be as happy as Charlotte always seems to be.
“You’re really pretty.” She turned to him with her hand shoved in the jar and a pickle hanging from her mouth. And then she laughed.
“You don’t have to give me compliments, Harry. I’m already paying you.” He moved closer to her, so their shoulders were touching, and sighed.
“Right. You already are paying me, so I’m being nothing but honest right now.” She shot him a look and went back to her pickles.
“Want one?” She held them out to him and he shook his head.
“No thank you. All for you.” He smiled down at her and she felt actual heat in her face. It’s nothing new around Harry, but she really hopes he can’t see it. Now to change the subject.
“So, what’s next? I mean, is it just a waiting game?” The last thing Harry probably wants to talk about is work, but she’s got to steer the conversation elsewhere before she makes a fool of herself even more than she already has.
“For right now, yeah. We’ll talk more about your next steps when he either responds to the court, or the thirty days are up.” She put the lid back on the jar and leaned into him. Maybe the pickles made her delirious.
Her head was borderline resting on his shoulder and he’s never felt so giddy about something. It’s kind of the same feeling as when he wins a case. But a different part of his chest is feeling warm. So, in that aspect of it, he has never felt like this before. All he knows is that it’s a feeling of overwhelming adoration for the woman next to him.
He really wants to ask her to dinner, but would that be inappropriate? It’s basically just a meeting like they have been having outside of his office. It’s nothing shocking or strange. Just a change of scenery. He can only hope she sees it that way as well because he’s just seconds from asking her.
“I’m kind of mad. I don’t even like pickles.” She’s currently trying to overcome the urge to drink the juice in the jar. Harry already probably thinks she’s losing it, but if she does that, he might drop her as a client altogether. So, she refrained and tried to tell herself that she can’t stand the thought of pickles.
“That’s quite the predicament then, huh?” Now she’s trying to stop herself from nuzzling her nose into his neck. It just seems like the perfect place to keep warm and he smells so good. She wonders briefly if he’d mind, but her thoughts don’t venture too far because Harry is speaking again. “We should get dinner sometime next week.”
And now she’s feeling a whirlwind of emotion. He wants to go to dinner. With her? She’s trying not to be so surprised by it, but she is. Is she thinking too hard about it? Does it mean anything? Does it have to?
She turned to him and blinked up at him. He looks slightly nervous. So, is she not reading too far into it?
“Oh. Okay. That sounds nice.” Whether he meant it that way or not is up for debate, but she’s willing to take the chance.
“Yeah?” His smile got wider and he leaned closer to her again so their shoulders were touching.
“Yeah.” She smiled back, loving the feeling of him pressed against her.
She looked away first, feeling his stare lingering for a few moments longer.
(Y/N) really hopes that Harry feels the same way she does.
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Day twenty-nine came quickly.
(Y/N) is confident that Adam is not going to respond. She’s at work trying to keep the smile off her face. She didn’t know it could be this easy, but it turns out it has been.
After work today, she’s finally going shopping for the little things her apartment needs. She stopped sleeping on the air mattress a week ago, but now she’s ready to add in the finishing touches to make it home. All of her things are still at the house with Adam, but she’s given up on those. She doesn’t want them back and she’s accepted that she’s never going to get them back.
Her dinner with Harry has been rescheduled. He got called into a last minute meeting and regretfully told her that he wouldn’t be able to see her that day. That was yesterday and they haven’t quite decided on a day to try for it again. She’s a little bummed, but hopeful that he’ll initiate the rescheduling so she doesn’t seem desperate.
She was in the middle of deciding if she should get ice cream for the night when her phone rang. She’s at the store with a cart full of things, standing in the freezer section. And now she’s answering a call from Harry.
“Hello?” He sighed immediately. She thinks she knows exactly what that means.
“Hey, love. I’ve got some not so great news for you,” She held her breath. “He responded to the court and refused, so we’ll have to see him in front of a judge.”
Tears came to her eyes quickly. She’s already so stressed out, she wanted this to be easy. She wanted him to just ignore the papers and then get divorced anyway. Why won’t he just let her go?
“Harry.” A tear fell down her cheek. She didn’t know what else to say to him. This is exactly what she was praying didn’t happen. And it did. So, she’s kind of upset about it.
“I know. But we’re prepared, okay? You probably don’t want to see him, but it’s only for a few days at most. Alright?” She hummed, not finding it in herself to speak. She wiped under her eyes, thankful that no one was in the aisle to witness her life falling apart. “Where are you?”
“At the store.” Her voice was a little unsteady, but she tried to fix that so she didn’t sound so pitiful. She bets she did anyway.
“Are you okay? I know this is tough news. Can I do anything for you?” She just wants a huge hug and more reassurance that she’s going to be okay and that at some point, Adam will be out of her life for good.
“I don’t think so,” She sniffled, beginning to push the cart to the front of the store, completely abandoning her thoughts of ice cream. “Just . . . thank you for doing this with me. No matter what happens, you’ve helped a lot and I really, truly wouldn’t be able to do it without you.” She meant every word and she hopes she didn’t sound weird saying all that, but it’s true.
“No problem, (Y/N). Now, can I bring you dinner or something? I’ve got to see this new apartment sometime, don’t I?”
Harry knows it’s not exactly the dinner he meant when he asked her out, but he wanted to see her so bad, he’d do anything. So, he offered to bring her dinner with the excuse of wanting to see her apartment. And he doesn’t think too much about it. He got out of work, headed to the Thai place she requested, promising to pay him back every penny (not happening), and went to the address she sent him directly after their call.
He’s pissed. He didn’t think Adam would be dumb enough to challenge him, but it seems he is. He wanted this to be smooth for (Y/N), but Adam is hellbent on making this the worst experience possible for her.
He doesn’t even know why Adam tries. Obviously, he can’t force (Y/N) to be with him. That’s not how it works. Especially after Harry shows the court the evidence of his threats and abuse, he stands no chance whatsoever. He thinks he’s only doing it to taunt her. He knows he’s going to lose, but he just wants to make her miserable one last time.
So, that’s why Harry’s working on the restraining order too. It’s just seconds from being approved, so as soon as court is done, Adam cannot step foot around (Y/N). In regard to their child, it’s a little tricky, but once again, with the added evidence of domestic abuse, Adam won’t see them for a long time. Or ever. That’s what the plan is.
He buzzed her apartment and waited patiently until her voice was heard through the small speaker.
“Who is it?” He’s glad she’s so cautious. She could have just buzzed him up, but instead, she’s making sure it’s him. He’s not happy that that’s something she has to do, but he’s happy she’s staying safe.
“Harry.” He didn’t get a response back, he just got the buzz of the door that allowed him inside.
He walked up four flights of stairs, unsure how she likes them. He wonders if she has any trouble getting up them. He hopes not, but even he got a little winded after the third set.
He knocked on the door with the cute little welcome mat in front of it. It only took her a minute, but she opened the door and he could have kissed her.
He knows she’s a little stressed from this entire thing. Being pregnant on top of that probably doesn’t help. Especially because she doesn’t necessarily want to be. So, he wrapped her in his arms instantly. He could feel the tension leave her body as soon as her arms wrapped back around him.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” He wasn’t sure if she meant that because he brought food or if she just enjoyed his company. He wants it to be both, but she doesn’t have to know that quite yet.
“Hungry?” He didn’t know how to respond to that, so he changed the subject. She pulled away and smiled at him, not seeming to care for the switch up.
In minutes, they’re standing at the tiny kitchen island she has, eating. Her furniture is in the works, she said. She has a bed, which he was pleased to find out, but she still needs other things, she just doesn’t have the time to go shopping for them. And she’s exhausted. By the time she gets off work, all she wants to do is sleep. And he understands that.
“So, how are you feeling with all this?” He didn’t want to bring it up, but they initially know each other because of the case, so he kind of has to.
She set her fork down and sighed, staring down at the counter top. She shrugged.
“I just want him to go away.” Somehow he managed to grab a hold of her hand.
“I’m working on it,” He shot her a smile and squeezed her hand once before letting her go. They went back to eating their food in silence for only a few moments before he spoke up again. “When I said we should get dinner, I didn’t mean like this, so let me know when you’re free and I’ll take you somewhere.”
She can’t help the heat she feels in her cheeks. She can’t be reading too far into this. He’s just that nice, she thinks. And maybe he likes her the same way she likes him. From the way he’s grinning at her, he does.
“I’d love that.” She smiled back, trying to focus on her food again and not look so lovestruck. But she is and at the moment, she’s not sure she cares if he knows. It’d be easier than telling him.
“How about next Friday? I’m not sure when our first meeting with the court will be, but I’m sure by then we’ll need a break. What do you say?” How does he get to stand there and be so cute? She can’t take it. And he’s so polite, which is something she’s entirely unfamiliar with. Goodness, he’s giving her headrush.
“That would be great. Thank you.” And she’s sure, once again, that she’s giving him love eyes, but she really can’t help it, okay? He’s so charming and smart and kind.
After dinner, since the only place there was to sit was her bed, he helped her in and sat beside her legs. She did have a tv thankfully so they were able to pass time doing something. She hates to be so boring, but there isn’t much she can really do anymore. Plus, she’s feeling sleepy all of a sudden and she’d rather be here in her bed than anywhere else.
But all too soon, it was late and Harry was getting ready to leave. Not before he helped her with the dishes first. She insisted that he only dry the dishes since he did the hard part and stopped to get the food before he came over. He wanted to tell her that he didn’t mind it at all. He’d do anything for her. But he didn’t know if that was saying too much or not.
Once they were finished, he passed her the dish towel so she could dry her hands and then they just kind of stared at each other. It was time for him to leave, but as they often do, they’re caught up in each other. Somehow, the few feet that were keeping them apart disappeared and they were standing just inches from each other.
(Y/N) was so close to reaching out to touch him, but she didn’t want to go too far. He might not like it or want her to. And she would never live that down.
“You’ll call me if you need me?”
If (Y/N) called Harry every time she needed him, she’d never hang up the phone. But she nodded anyway, letting the corners of her mouth stretch into a smile. She can’t help it.
“I will.”
And then it was if there was some force between the two of them, drawing them together. Before either of them knew it really, they were flush against each other and his hands were resting on her back, while hers were right above his elbows.
“Dinner in a few days then?”
“I’d really like that.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Yeah.”
They went back to staring at each other.
(Y/N) was in a trance. He was so close to her and looking at her with something in his eyes she’s never seen before. But it was soft and she didn’t mind seeing it. She wouldn’t mind seeing it again either. And then, by accident, her gaze slid down to his lips. It wasn’t meant to be suggestive at all, but it probably came off that way.
When she forced her eyes back to his, he was looking right at her. She didn’t mean to. Honestly. But she tilted her chin up the slightest bit because every sense in her body was telling her that he was going to kiss her. Because that’s what happens next. And then he started leaning down. Her eyes fluttered shut, but the kiss never came.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). We shouldn’t.”
(Y/N) didn’t wait to pull away from him. She could feel her cheeks flaming already. She doesn’t think she’ll ever be able to face him again after this.
“You should go.”
“Hey, it’s okay—”
“Just go, Harry.”
“(Y/N).”
“I’m embarrassed,” She put her hands over her still heated cheeks and turned away from him and to the kitchen. “Leave, please.” As soon as Harry leaves, she’s going to cry from embarrassment. How could she have been so stupid?
“Don’t be embarrassed. You shouldn’t be.” His hand touched her shoulder, but she jerked away.
“I need you to go.”
“Okay,” He finally said, making her sigh. She wanted to run to her room and hide under the covers, but she had to lock the door behind him. She wishes she could go back to one minute ago and just shove him out the door like she’d been doing since she met him. But she can’t.
“I’ll see you soon?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes in her head before shrugging at him.
“I’ll think about it.”
(Y/N) watched his face turn confused, but she was already walking past him and opening the door to let him out. When he didn’t move fast enough, she waved him on. Once he was on the other side of the door, she just nodded at him.
“Thanks for dinner. See you later.” And then she shut the door right in his face.
Maybe that was dramatic, but (Y/N) really cannot handle situations like that. She hasn’t kissed anyone in years. She gave up on Adam a long time ago and another person has never ever been a possibility in her mind. So, that was all new to her. And she hated it. He pretty much rejected her, right? He couldn’t kiss her, so that must mean that he’s not interested. Even though he looked pretty fucking interested a few moments ago.
(Y/N) thinks a shower and then going straight to bed is the best thing she can do right now. She doesn’t want to think about what just happened and how disappointed she is about it. She just wants to sleep.
Harry very well knows he fucked up. Just by the look on (Y/N)’s face when he told her he was sorry. Yeah. He’s an idiot. And he doesn’t know what he’s going to do to make it up to her.
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When Harry sent (Y/N) a text the next day about possibly getting dinner, she told him she was going to be very busy within the next week, so she doesn’t know yet. She’ll get back to him.
And now Harry knows for sure that he made a mistake that he’ll do anything to fix.
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teamhandsometcth · 3 months
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A Monégasque Story ( Part 2 ) - Charles Leclerc
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
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Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
Disclaimer: I'm French and my English is NOT perfect ⚠️ Please don't stole or repost my stories on any other sites. Btw reblogs are more then welcomed.
After debating on my options for a while, I opted for a restaurant I saw while walking on the marina the other day. I've never been there, but the place look really pretty.
I grab my phone on the counter beside me to increase the volume, as my favorite song starts to play. 
I love the luminosity in this bathroom, and since my brother have one in his bedroom, it's a little bit like this one was mine.
 
Charles swiftly opens the bathroom door, stopping dead in his track as his eyes land on me. I’m eyeing him through the mirror, trying my best not to laugh at his facial expression.
He is barefoot, dress in a simple black pants and a white shirt, visibly in the process of being put on.
« What ? » I let out through a laugh, slowly but surely averting my gaze from his chest. 
He looks at me up and down. "And what are you doing exactly?" a teasing smile made its way on his face as he gets closer to the counter on which Im currently sitting. 
"My makeup." I state simply, knowing really well why he asked. 
He looks down at the makeup products all around me, then back to my eyes.
 
He gets even closer and put his hands on each side of my waist, giving it a squeeze, tickling me lightly.
i let out squeal in a fit of giggle, making him smile. "No shit princess, I can see that. What I want to know is, what you are doing in the sink ?" he says, still holding my waist. 
I maintain eyes contact through the reflection, trying to shake off the fact that my back is pressed against his bare chest.
 
"Well it's simple, that way im closer to the mirror and It help me to see what im doing better." I answer, smiling as I see him nod. 
"Well missy, you're taking all the space so make some room for me will you." I laugh and comply.
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In the car, Charles and Raphael start talking in the front. The music covering up most of their words making it really hard for me to follow the discussion. So after a while, I gave up on trying.
I watch then wind dancing in the leafs, The sweet melody of "never let me go by Florence + the machine" in the background as we drive on the coast. I walk here nearly everyday when Im home but at night it just hits different. 
I glance toward the front of the car, feeling eyes on me. I catch Charles” gaze in the rearview mirror. He’s eyeing me intently, not dropping the eyes contact a second when he sees me looking at him. 
I fell my heart skipping beats.
I avert my eyes from him, looking back to the window.
As if on clock, Raphael pull up in the parking lot, just in front of the restaurant.
I get out of the car, taking my bag on the seat beside me. We get in the restaurant, and one of the waiter immediately reach to us.
"Good evening" he greets with a warm smile. im not going to lie, he is really attractive, and tall. 
I smile up at him "Good evening, do you still have a table on the balcony please ?"
He checks on his tablet and nod "Sure a table for three on the balcony for the gorgeous lady coming right up" he says making me blush a little.
I fell Charles side glance on me.
I turn toward him as I hear him sight, only to see he was sending death glare to the waiter. His entire body was tense. 
Should I be ashamed to say that i liked his reaction ? Yeah probably.
But him being protective over me, it’s making me fell some type of way. 
We make our way outside, to our table. It has the prettiest view on the marina.
Maybe I'm getting good at choosing restaurant. 
The waiter pull a chair out for me, I smile up at him and sat down, whispering a thank you. He smile back.
My brother took a seat on the other side of the table beside Charles, who’s watching me intently like he’s on the verge of saying something, but he shook his head and sat down instead. 
The waiter took our command, but not without making Charles’ blood boil. 
I watch his reactions, trying to contain the smile making it's way on my lips. 
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I sip my drink slowly, chuckling as I listen to the guys fighting over a memory, apparently they don't share the same version.
"Mate I promise you, it never happened." Charles says laughing.
My brother sights, "Bro I wasn't that drunk, and im telling you there was a car. im sure I have a pics somewhere."
Raph gets his phone out of his pocket and began to search in his gallery.
I was there that night and there was indeed a car, but I don't say anything. Wanting to see Charles' reaction when discover his wrong on his suborn face. 
It was 5 years ago at a party my family organised.
They were about eighteen and drunk as heck after stealing alcohol from our parents.
Us and few other teenagers finished at the other end of the neighbourhood. And charles, my brother, Joris and other guys of their friend group broke into someone’s garden, where a Ferrari was parked.
The owner of the property called the police and they finished the night in jail.
"AH!" Raph exclaims showing his screen to Charles, who’s mouth hang open and the memories seem to rush back in his head.
"I was more drunk that I thought" he chuckled.
"My bad Raph, you were right." My brother shrugs "of course I was" he sass.
"it was so stupid to do that tho." 
Charles expression tell me to get ready to be tease. « like you never did something like that ever ? » I shook my head. 
« Well, we need to do something about that. If you haven’t done at least one stupid thing, you haven't lived." he states with a grin painted on his face. 
I playfully roll my eyes at him as he wink in my direction.
Charles' POV : 
I watch Y/n as she stand up and walk toward the bathroom, following her every move till she disappear inside the restaurant. 
Everything about her is captivating. The way she laugh for everything and try to hide it, but her lips can't help but break into a smile every time she hear a joke no matter how lame it is. 
How she always mindlessly reach for her bracelet when she's caught in her head or how her beautiful eyes always seem to flicker down when she's shying away. 
I love the way she never look at anybody in the eyes but she always seems to stare in mine. 
Some things doesn't change and I'm happy to discover that all of this never did. 
I quickly avert my eyes from the door, switching my attention to the waitress arriving with our plates. 
"Merci beaucoup" (Thank you so much.) Raphael say, as she dispose the plates in front of us.
"Vous avez besoin d'autre chose ?" (Do you need anything else ?) she ask kindly,
 I smile up at her "Merci, ça ira pour le moment" (Thank you, we're good for now) She nod "bon appétit."
as she walk away, Y/n reappear on the balcony, with a big smile on her face  "what got you smiling like that ?" Raphael asks laughing.
"I saw the desserts menus, It look so good" she let out excitedly.
I chuckle as she sits back down with hearts in her eyes.
We start eating, just talking and catching up on each other's life. Y/n's is telling us about her favorite place in Paris.
"There's this spot," she marks a pose, swallowing her bite before pursuing "it's hard to describe but it's a sort of café with books literally everywhere and it looks absolutely beautiful, I often go there in the afternoon after school to work and it just fells so magical" she explains, having a hard time contening the happiness in her voice. 
"And Daphné the older woman who owns the café, she sat with me the other day..." I admire the little dimples appearing as a smile appear on her face. "...Her husband worked in the automobile too you know." I raise a brow. "oh yeah?" She nods her head "for alpine."
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"No way he said that to you !" I exclam looking at Raphael with wide eyes. "He did, he so serious about it too" he let out in a laugh. 
"That's crazy mate" I say still chocked. 
Im interrupted by the waiter, coming back to clear the table.
He collect our plates starting by Y/n obviously.
"Est ce que je peux vous servir un dessert ?" (Would you want some dessert ?) He ask looking at her. Im not even sure he's aware that there are other people around this table at this point with how little attention he give to Raphael and I. 
She smile up at him politely. "Je voudrais bien une tarte au citron s'il vous plait. Vous voulez quelque chose ?" ( I would really like a key lime pie please. Do you guys want something ?) she say turning to us.
"Je vais prendre une tarte a la fraise." ( Im going to take a strawberry pie.) Raphael say then reach to the water bottle in the middle of the table.
"Et une mousse au chocolat s'il vous plait. "And I'll go with a chocolate mousse please" I say sending a tight smile at the waiter. 
"Oh I was hesitating between that and the pie, it looks so good too." Y/n say looking at me with a proud look, making me chuckle.
"Donc une tarte au citron, une tarte a la fraise et une mousse au chocolat. Ce sera tout pour vous ?" (Ok so a strawberry pie, a key lime pie and a chocolate mousse do you need anything else ?)
 "No we're ok thank you very much." 
When the dessert arrive, 5 minutes later. I immediately see Y/n glance at my chocolate mousse. I smile at myself knowing very well that im going to score points with my next move.
Y/N's POV :
After asking for the tab, we make our way out of the restaurant really satisfied.
Honestly the all thing was so good but the desserts…incredible.
Charles as been the kindest by letting me taste his chocolate mousse, well we actually ended up sharing it because it was too good.
It might be updated as my favorite restaurant.
The temperature outside is so cozy, it’s windy but not chilly, it’s the perfect summer weather.
I turn toward the guys "Do you want to go home now or are we still doing something ?"
Charles give me a questioning look “what do you want to do ?”
Well I don’t know, I’m just not ready to go home yet.
My brother check is watch, “how about we walk on the marina for a little while then ?”
I smile at him, happy that he understand what I mint, “Charles is it ok for you ?”
He smile “Fine by me.” He put his hand on the small of my back leading me to the car.
He open the door for me, waiting patiently till im well installed before closing it.
The drive took us toward 6mn, I’m not sure it was necessary to take the car, but at the same time I wouldn’t have appreciated the walk back with all those slopes.
We start walking, admiring the view, when a guy run by, “hey Charles” he say sending a little wave our way before continuing his workout.
“Do you really get recognise by everyone here ?” I ask him a bit curious about how it all works out.
He chuckled “Well not by everyone, or at least not everyone make it known but I don’t know, it depends of the places I guess,” Charles say as he come to a stop.
"Do you guys want to take a quick trip." He says looking at his boat.
Charles put the key into the ignition, starting the boat.
"Do you want to steer ?" he ask me.
"No not really it’s too dark." I was quick to answer. Not wanting to admit that I still don’t know how drive a boat, even if I own a bunch of them.
Once we’re far enough from the coast. We get confortable on the desk fournitures with some drinks.
“Joris told me that you run into THE tifosy at the bakery the other day” Raphael tell Charles.
Charles laugh as he seem to recall the moment. “Yeah I did, it was pretty funny actually, they are so kind”
I look between the two of them, not getting the discussion.
“It’s a group of fan that we meet, I think 2 years ago in monza. We we’re in the same restaurant, and we end up eating together, and it was really to get to know fan, and have a real discussion.” He say with a little smile. I love when he make that face it’s so cute.
“How is Joris by the way, It’s been a while since we talked, I need to meet up with him ! “ I ask genuinely curious.
Charles look at me a bit perplexed “He’s okay ?" He say, the words sounding more like a question than an affirmation.
"When did you guys last met up ?" He ask, curiosity written all over his face.
I"I don’t really remember, a week ago maybe." I answer, not thinking much of it.
He shift in his seat "I didn’t know you guys were still hanging out."
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We decided to spend the night on the boat after realising how late it was.
There’s two cabins so Charles and Raphael are sharing one and I have my own.
I get in the shower and turn on the water, letting it heat up a little.
I try to remove my makeup the best I can with the shower gel. It’s not ideal, but it’s better than not.
Once Im done brushing my teeth with one of the numerous toothbrush kit displayed in the drawer, i open the door.
I directly feel the fresh air of the hallway hitting my still hot skin.
Charles gets out of his room at the same time. His head down, looking at his phone. I remember what im wearing when he look up.
He let his eyes linger down my body, still silent, i just hear the faint shaky breath that come out of his mouth. My towel isn't as long as I would have liked it to be right now. I try to push it down a little.
He clears his throat and gets past me, no word exchange as he closes the bathroom door behind him.
I let out a sight I didn't even know I was holding, all flustered. I open my bedroom door and close it right behind me slowly coming back to my senses.
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I open my eyes, stirring a little before immediately looking to my side searching for my phone.
2:30 am seriously ? I groan, felling the dryness of my throat. 
I puch the sheets away, getting up with little to zero motivation.
I quietly make my way to the kitchen trying to not make any sound as I open the cabinets.
As I finish filling my glass, I hear some sound coming from downstairs. 
Next thing I know the tall figure of Charles make his way to me. 
"Can't sleep ?" he ask taking the water pichet from my hand serving himself a glass. 
I nod, looking at him. 
I puch myself from the counter, the kitchen feeling a little to small for us two.
I make my way to the deck, sitting on one of the deckchair.
Charles take his glass in hand and do exactly the same I just did, siting by my side.
We look up at the sky full of stars. It never ever fail to amaze me how it happens every night, and still manage to look unique. 
The city lights shining , showing us the life happening all around. There's something so peaceful and reassuring in the air. Like time was slower.
Every single one of this little lights we’re admiring, are houses with peoples doing exactly the same as us, trying to have 60 seconds of calm. 
I fell Charles eyes on me so I turn to look at him. We maintain eyes contact for a second.
"What ?" I finally let out, intimidated by his attention. He smirk then shrugs. "Nothing. Just admiring you." he say casually. 
I fell the blood rush into my cheeks and I quickly look away, to worked up by his words. He chuckle taking my hand in his. 
I look back at him not really sure of what was happening. He draw shape on my hand with his thumb and look up at me.
"Do you remember when we where little, we drew stuff on each other skin and we had to guess what it was ?" He say, his movement on my skin never stopping. 
"Yeah I do remember ! And I also remember that you loved to draw random stuff that where completely impossible to guess." I tease.
He raise his brows at me. "It wasn't impossible you just weren't good enough at this game to find out what it was."
I laugh, "Oh yeah, so drawing a car motor isn't weird according to you ?" I tell him smiling at the memories. 
"Not at all." He say not even slightly convinced by himself, making me laugh. 
"Ok, how about, you give me a second chance to prove you I'm good at drawing ?" He say confidently putting his glass down beside him. "show me what you got." 
I look away from our hands and he began to move is thumb delicately on my palm, a focused look on his face. I try not to fidget at the slight touch, tickling my skin. 
After a while he looking up at me expectantly. "So, your guess ?"
To be honest I didn't pay any attention to it so I have no idea what to say. So I decided to give a wild guess "hmm, a rose ?" I state sounding more like a question then intended. 
He chuckled, "Nope, it was a snowman ! See you're no good at this." He tease with a growing smirk on his face. 
I roll my eyes, trying to suppress a smile from my lips. "give me your hand." I say and he willingly give me his hand "bossy."
I try to think of an idea as quickly as possible, Charles wait patiently looking at the stars. "Ok, close your eyes." I ask once I found my drawing. He did as I say and I process to draw the form on his hand.
I take my time, giving my best. He open his eyes and look at me a grin plastered on his lips, " I think I know." My eyes brow furrowed. "how do you mean ? I only did it once." He shrugs. 
"Ok, give me your impression ?" I say, thinking there no way he got it right the first time. "a treble clef !" He say confidently. 
My mouth hang open. How did he ?  His grin just get bigger and bigger. "I give up." I say raising both my hand in the air, making him chuckled.
"your not that bad" he say sarcasm drolling from his word as he pull me against him. I immediately relax into his hold. "sure." I sight against my neck rolling his eyes, putting my arms around him.
"Tu m'as manquer." (I missed you.) he whispered in my ear, I shiver feeling his hot breath against my skin. "Toi aussi." ( I missed you too.) I whisper back and he squeeze me lightly.
I can't help but smile. I missed this so much. Our relationship have always been so precious for me. It's like we were still ten in my garden, like we never leaved.
To be continued….
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sunkissed-zegras · 7 months
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✮ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, quinn hughes
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you can hear it in the silence, silence, you you can feel it on the way home, way home, you you can see it with the lights out, lights out you are in love, true love you are in love
one step, not much but it said enough you kiss on sidewalks you fight and you talk one night he wakes strange look on his face pauses, then says you're my best friend and you knew what it was he is in love
you two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round and he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars
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♡ ─ word count | 3.5k
♡ ─ summary | 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did.
♡ ─ warnings | unedited (when are my works ever lol), mention of comparison between jack/quinn, exhaustion, slight angst??? but mostly tooth-rotting fluff, quinn overthinking, idk maybe there are more but nothing major LMAO
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Quinn had never been the type to fawn over anyone ─ especially a girl.
In his 23 years of living, he can't remember a time where he was getting all excited and giddy over the mere thought of anyone. All he could ever remember was just focusing on family, hockey, friends.
Sure, there were flings ─ there were always flings but it would never end in anything more than that. It was just a fling. Sure, sometimes he would want something more but most of the times, the girls thought they were just getting themselves into a one-night stand. Two nights (never in a row) if they were lucky. But that was it.
Even if Quinn wanted a relationship (he doesn't, he would swear), he didn't have time for it. Family, hockey, friends ─ that was it. That's all he wanted.
Of course, that was all thrown out the window when he had met you.
Well, not initially. Quinn wasn't the 'love at first type' kinda guy and neither were you. Your first meeting was nothing out of the ordinary. Just a casual meeting at a friend's gathering, a few exchanged pleasantries, and nothing more.
Yet, something about you stuck with him. It was your sweet smile, maybe, or the way your eyes just looked kind and they would light up when you were asked about your job, or your family. Quinn couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, but at some point, he found himself thinking about you when he should have been focused on his next game or practice.
His friends noticed the change in him. His younger brothers had noticed the small change and would tease him. "Hey, Q, what's up with you? You've been awfully distracted lately," Quinn could just imagine the stupid grin etched on Jack's face as he spoke those words.
Quinn, normally quick with a witty retort, found himself at a loss for words. He knew he was in new territory; he had never, ever in his life been overthinking about a girl. For the first time, hockey or family or friends weren't the only thing on his mind.
As days turned into weeks, Quinn's feelings grew stronger. He'd catch himself daydreaming about you during team meetings or staring at his phone, waiting for your texts back. He would go look at your instagram multiple times a day, waiting for a new post to go up just so he could see that pretty smile of yours but somehow, he was never satisfied with just that. For once in his whole life, he had wanted to actually get to know a girl based on one meeting and a couple of texts. It was maddening, this feeling of being drawn towards someone in a way he had never experienced before.
He also couldn't ask any of his buddies for advice because all he'd get was teasing so he had to keep it to himself, which somehow made this entire situation so much worse.
Then finally, there was that one night. You were both at another gathering, the same friends, the same laughter, but this time something shifted. You shared a small inside joke, a quick glance, and Quinn felt his heart race in a way that no slapshot or overtime goal had ever made it race before. He felt a surge of contradictory emotions during that one-second moment, a mix of anxiety and excitement that overwhelmed him. It was a sensation so intense that he wanted to vomit, yet strangely, it was different from the kind of feelings he had experienced before ─ it was not because of hockey, it was a girl. No, you weren't just a girl to him anymore, he realized. You were much more than that to him now.
As he drove home that night, he couldn't deny it anymore. He was falling for you, and it terrified him. Love was a complicated thing, one he had always sworn to avoid, but now he was caught in it's tight grasp all because of you.
The following days were a whirlwind of emotions. Quinn, who had always been the composed defenseman on the ice, found himself stumbling over words and second-guessing every move he made when it came to you. He couldn't concentrate during practice, and his teammates couldn't understand what had gotten into him and if he was being honest, neither did he.
But one thing was clear - Quinn Hughes was in love, and he didn't know how to handle it. He realized that his carefully constructed world of family, hockey, and friends had been upended by the presence of one person ─ you.
And so, this journey begins - three times Quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the one time he finally did.
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After what seemed like the longest practice of his entire life, Quinn trudged back to his apartment, exhaustion weighing down every step. The weight of expectations from his teammates and fans pressed on his shoulders. Today wasn't his day; his passes were off, shots missed the mark, and he stumbled more than once during drills. Even coach had given him some constructive criticism, which usually wouldn't have bothered him, but today it felt like salt in the wound.
As he entered his home, he was ready to collapse onto the couch and shut out the world. As he collapsed on his soft couch, he groaned out in pain, the soreness in his muscles somehow hurt more than usual. He closed his eyes and tried to relax, until he heard the familiar buzzing of his phone in the pocket of his shorts. He cursed under his breath and pulled it out but all the anger seemed to slowly dissipate as he saw your name and contact picture spayed out on the screen.
Then he remembered. Tonight was supposed to be date night for the both of you. He cursed again before answering the phone, sitting upright on the couch.
"Hey," he answered breathlessly, the exhaustion clear in his voice.
"Hey, Quinn I'm outside─you okay?" You say through the phone but before he could answer, you continued. "Shit, sorry Quinn is this a bad time? I know you just had practice and probably tired, I should've texted but you know, I was so excited─"
"No, no, no. Come up, I'm fine I'm not tired." He was lying and you both knew it, but you sighed through the speaker. "Please, come up. I want you here."
"Okay... promise?"
"Promise, Y/N." He said your name so softly, it made your heart flutter and you couldn't help but smile.
"Okay. I'll be up in two secs," You said. "Bye."
The phone call ended and Quinn exhaled. He was tired, sure ─ but he was excited to see you. Even the sound of your voice made him relax so it wasn't even that much of hassle having a date night. If anything, he was sure, you'd make him feel better.
He quickly changed his clothes and he heard the doorbell ring. Quinn opened the door with a tired smile ─ it slowly spread as he saw your pretty smile. He felt his heart speed up as you slowly examined him, and that smile slowly dropped.
"Quinn..." You whispered, a small frown on your face. His disheveled appearance made you slightly sad.
You both made eye contact for a few seconds before you sighed and walked in, your arms wide open. You embraced him warmly, putting your arms around his shoulders and squeezed him softly.
As your arms enveloped him in a warm, comforting embrace, Quinn felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. Your presence had a way of soothing his mind. The subtle scent of your floral shampoo, the softness of your warm touch, it all wrapped around him pleasantly.
He closed his eyes, letting himself bask in the tenderness of the moment. Your fingers traced gentle circles on his back, and it was as if you were silently reassuring him that it was okay to have bad days because you'd be there to catch him.
You pulled away, your eyes met again, and he saw genuine concern in your gaze. That alone was enough to make his heart skip multiple beats. Quinn couldn't quite put it into words, being around you was like like returning to the warm embrace of home.
He wanted to utter those three special words as he met your gaze, your kind eyes but the words slowly died on his tongue as you continued talking, taking his hand in yours.
"Let's go eat some ice cream and watch Top Gun." You smiled, knowingly.
He laughed softly and nodded, squeezing your hand. "Sounds like a plan."
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The moon cast a soft glow through the white curtains as you and Quinn sat together in his dimly lit living room in comfortable silence. The day had been long, filled with its usual chaos and pressures, but now, the world was still. The only sounds were the faint hum of the city outside and the occasional car passing by.
With a sigh, Quinn leaned back into the couch, his exhaustion evident in expression. You watched him closely, sensing the weight of the day on his shoulders. Your relationship had grown stronger over the span of a couple months and you had become his confidante, the one he turned to when he needed to escape from the demands of the team and fans.
Practice had been harder than usual and somehow, on top of all of that, the media had initiated a new trend of drawing comparisons between him and Jack, which made his mood worse.
You knew that; watching Quinn get slowly demotivated by the comments made by those nobodies, it hurt your heart. Breaking the silence, you softly asked, "Quinn, how are you really holding up?"
He looked at you, his gaze wavering at your soft eyes. There was something about the way you looked at him, a warmth and understanding that he had rarely found in anyone else. It was as if you could see right through him, past the tough exterior he often wore.
For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. He almost gave you the media-trained answer but then, he realized that with you. "Not sure, if I'm being honest."
"That's fine, Quinn." You answered softly, "you don't have to know. But what I do what you to know is that you're not Jack. You're not Luke, or Trevor, or anyone else. You're you and that's enough."
That simple answer made him halt all his thoughts. He felt his shoulders slowly drop, letting out a loud exhale. He felt a sense of relief wash over him, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
With empathy in your eyes, you couldn't help but feel the toll it was taking on him. The Quinn you saw now, weary and vulnerable, was a side he rarely showed to anyone.
Quinn's voice wavered as he spoke about the comments that everyone had been making on the media. "It's just... they don't understand, Y/N. They don't see the hours of practice, the sacrifices, the love I have for this game. All they see is Jack's brother, or one of the Hughes brothers."
You reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm, comfortingly. "Quinn, I see you. I see the hard work, the dedication, and the love you have for hockey. And I believe in you. You might be just Jack's brother or just another Hughes to them, but that doesn't matter to me. I see Quinn and you know what, that's enough. And if it isn't enough for them, then fuck them."
His eyes met yours, and there was a vulnerability in that eyes that spoke volumes. In that moment, Quinn realized that he was sharing not just his struggles, but his true self with you. It was a level of trust and intimacy he hadn't experienced with any girl before.
The silence that followed was a comforting one, filled with unspoken understanding. It was as if you were his anchor in the storm, a source of encouragement and warmth. Quinn couldn't help but think that he was lucky to have you by his side, someone who saw him for who he truly was, beyond just hockey player or another Hughes brother, beyond the expectations.
As he held your kind gaze, Quinn couldn't help but think that he wanted to say something more, something that would convey the true depth of his feelings. But for now, he settled for a heartfelt confession: "You're my best friend."
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The frenetic buzz of the post-game celebrations following a thrilling overtime victory against the Toronto Maple Leafs, Quinn found himself into another arena, one of bright lights and microphones. His heart still raced from the intensity of the game, but now, he had to face the media. The sweat dripped from his forehead, his heart was still beating from the intensity of the adrenaline in his system.
The victory had been hard-fought, Quinn playing a pivotal role in securing it. The puck on his stick, he executed great moves, the slide of the ice beneath his skates, the thud of the puck hitting the net, the eruption of cheers all merging into a thrilling crescendo of sensations made his head buzz with excitement.
The reporters, with cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward, surrounded him like a hungry vultures. They fired questions, one after another, probing for insights into the game-changing play that had secured the win for the Vancouver Canucks.
"Quinn, that last-minute save in overtime was incredible! Can you walk us through what was going on in your mind?"
"Quinn, there's been a lot of buzz with your brother, Jack Hughes. How does it feel to outshine him tonight?"
"You've been compared to some of the greats tonight. How do you handle the pressure of those comparisons?"
"Quinn, your family's here tonight, right? How does their support affect your game?"
"Quinn, fans are calling this one of the best games of your career. Do you think this win is the turning point for the Canucks this season?"
The questions all blurred in his head, the bright lights straining his eyes. Quinn, used to these post-game interviews, felt a distinct unease tonight even after such a big win. The questions were sharp and the scrutiny was intense. In the midst of this media frenzy, he sought solace in the one thing that always brought him strength: you.
He remembers seeing you in the stands before the game and his mind kept replaying those few seconds where you shared a big grin as you both made eye contact.
Amidst the crowd of reporters, he spotted you, your presence radiating pride and warmth. Your eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in the arena. You gave him a big thumbs up with a big grin, knowing how anxiety inducing those post-game interviews could be. Quinn longed to speak the words that danced at the tip of his tongue but he knew he had to navigate this sea of questions first.
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This week had to be the longest of Quinn's life. The 3 hour, 5 am pre-season practices had been so tiring, he felt the life get sucked out of him after every exhausting practice. There was one thing he had been looking forward to and that was your date night. Even though he knew that he would have do this week over again practically the next week, he was okay with it knowing that he would be able to spend some time with you over the weekends.
As Friday night finally arrived, Quinn couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and excitement. The thought of spending time with you, of being himself without the pressures of anyone else, filled him with a sense of comfort.
He had suggested a new restaurant downtown, a place neither of you had been before. As you both entered the restaurant, the soft piano ambience and the chatter created the perfect atmosphere. Quinn couldn't help but steal a few glances at you, admiring your beauty and the easy way you fit into his world.
You had worn your hair back in a low bun, showing off your sweet collarbone, a pretty necklace that Quinn had bought for you on a trip hanging off it. It was a silver color and the jewel a beautiful deep blue color that brought out your angelic eyes. Quinn couldn't help but stare and you felt your face burn with heat as you caught his loving gaze.
"What, is there something on my face?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "No, no. You just look beautiful, like always. I like that necklace, wonder who bought it for you."
You giggled in response, feeling slightly giddy. You couldn't even lie, Quinn had you in a trance. You were head over heels. "Yeah, I wonder who."
The rest of the night was spent like this ─ sweet and teasing, it all felt right. Everything just felt right, it was if the last week hadn't happened. Every problem just slowly faded every time either of you spent time together, no matter how big or small it was.
After dinner, you decided to take a walk out in town. The summer air was unusually cool, the lights of the city perfectly setting the atmosphere for the night.
Quinn held your hand, your softer and smaller hand fitting his like a glove. You both walked through the town, talking and laughing like you two were the only people in the world.
As you both passed a bar, your ears filled with the familiar tune of your favorite song. You immediately stopped and looked at Quinn knowingly. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's playing!"
Quinn let out a soft chuckle, nodding. "Wanna go in?"
You ignored his question and started lip syncing the lyrics to him, playfully. He started laughing even louder, letting his head fall back. You had started laughing, too ─ then, you took his hand in yours and started dancing.
If it this was anyone else, Quinn would've been slightly embarrassed but as he saw your eyes sparkling and your wide small, he truly couldn't feel anything but love. He had a smile on his face as he grabbed you and pulled you closer, dancing happily with you.
As the song ended, another started playing. 'You are in love' by Taylor Swift had started playing and Quinn almost let out a laugh at the coincidence. You looked back at him, a deep blush gracing on your face. He took your hand again and pulled you closer, and you put you put arms around his broad shoulders.
You both looked into each other's eyes and he took account of how beautiful you looked in this moment ─ you always looked beautiful, no matter when or where or to who, it was just a fact. But you looked more than just physically beautiful, everything about you was perfect, your flaws, your smile, just everything.
And that was when Quinn really knew, in his bones that you were the one for him.
"What?" You whispered, as you saw Quinn's expression changed slowly. He loved that too ─ how empathetic you were, how in sync you both were. You always knew what he was feeling.
You asked, but you knew what the answer was.
"I think ─ no..." His words died on his tongue as your expression changed too. "I know it. I love you."
It didn't feel like a big confession. It didn't feel how everyone described it to be, it just felt like a normal statement. You both had thought it before, multiple times ─ so saying it out loud wasn't a big confession to either of you.
He loved that, he was so used to everything being so big and grand, he wanted it simple. He loved that and he loved you.
You could see it in his eyes, too. His eyes were softened as he gazed at you, like he always looked at you. But this time, you acknowledged it more. He loved you. Quinn loved you. As you gazed into his brown eyes, your heart swelled with a deep sense of connection. You had known, just like he did, that this feeling existed between you. It wasn't born out of big gestures or dramatic confessions; instead, it had quietly grown, nourished by the everyday moments you shared.
As the song ended softly, you let out a breath you didn't know you were even holding. "Yeah. I know I love you, too."
His smile got impossibly bigger and then, he leaned in and gave you the biggest of kisses ─ the dramatic ones, too. He had your face in his hand, the other one holding on your waist and you pulled him closer with your hands.
You felt his mouth smirk as you both sloppily made out. You laughed into the kiss but neither of you pulled away. Neither of you liked PDA but this time, it felt right.
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"promise"
leona x gn!reader
summary: leona pushes you away because he wants you to be happy | 2k words
cw: very loosely based on the song "promise" by laufey, reader is yuu, farena uses yuu's happiness against his brother, kinda ooc, leona doesn't know how to handle his emotions or problems, he's a dick but when is he not, leona pushes you away and he doesn't communicate properly, reader chooses leona over their world, happy ending because im not one of those writers who likes to see everyone suffer /j
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The day Leona had was too nice and the night too beautiful for him to be putting up with his perfect, always-the-first-choice, thinking-he-knew-what-was-best-for-everyone, and quite frankly just plain annoying older brother.
"What do you want?" he grumbles as soon as he answers the call, lying down on his bed.
"What, I can't call my younger brother just because?" Farena chuckles, a sound familiar to Leona but he knows him well enough to realise that he has an ulterior motive besides just checking up on him.
"You don't call unless it's to tell me something."
"Now, I know that's not true! I've called you plenty of times but-"
"Spit it out."
The voice on the huffs, but it's followed by a few seconds of silence. Leona is about to hang up before Farena finally breaks it.
"I know about your relationship with the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, Leona. Did you really think you could hide it from me.?
"I never hid it from you."
"Then how come you didn't tell me? It's been months!"
"I don't tell you anything."
"I know that but I thought you'd tell me this at the very least," another sigh from the King. Leona waits for him to continue because there's clearly more to this pointless conversation.
"Leona, you may not be King but you still have responsibilities to uphold."
"I knew what I was getting into when I chose ___."
"Yes, but do they know?"
"Of course, they do, they aren't stupid."
"Are you sure? And I mean absolutely sure, no doubts whatsoever and everything was made crystal clear since the beginning. I'm not talking about the stupid part, in case you were wondering."
"What are you getting at," it was more of a demand than a question.
"You're a prince, Leona! That's what I'm getting at, you can't be selfish like this!"
"Yes, I can," Leona knew he was selfish, but so many things had been taken from him purely by chance, but you chose to love him. He was your first choice and he'd love you for the rest of his life, consequences and stupid responsibilities be damned.
"I meant concerning ___. They're from another world, correct? Would you make them choose between you and the family they have back in their home?"
Leona doesn't like to think about it. The thought is shoved into the far corners of his mind, where worries as heavy as this are left to fester, waiting to attack on lonely nights. He grips his bed sheets tight.
"You should consider their happiness as well, Leona," he knows that, everything he's done was in an effort to do so– to prove to you that you weren't going to regret loving him.
"And if they do choose you, and if this relationship lasts until both of you graduate, do you think they'll be happy here with you? It's one thing to date during school, but when you leave its confines and truly become a Prince, will they still be happy with you? Royalty has always upheld a tremendous amount of responsibility, and the spouse of said royalty is expected to share that burden alongside them."
Once again, Leona doesn't answer, and Farena sighs. It's one of finality and exhaustion.
"I hope you think about what I've said tonight, Leona. Good night, and I'm always here when you need me," the call ends and the second son puts down the phone. He doesn't know how long he stays awake staring at the ceiling, but by the end of it, he clenches his fist even harder and grits his jaw. He loves you too much to be selfish.
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You find Leona under his usual spot in the botanic garden. He’s as pretty as always but it’s immediately evident to you that something is wrong. His body is too tense, there are dark circles under his eyes and his tail is lashing side to side in a rapid manner. 
“Leona?” you call to him, but he doesn’t answer, though you know he’s awake. You step towards him and sit down near his head, expecting him to drag your body nearer so he can lay on your lap. He doesn’t move.
You know him much more than he thinks you do, so there isn’t a doubt in your mind when you ask “...Did your brother call?”. At that, he finally raises an eyelid and his mouth moves to form the question you’ve become used to, ‘How’d you know?’ but only a sigh leaves his lips.
Suddenly he sits up, and you notice that there’s at least a foot of distance in between you. He stares at your face for a while and the silence as you wait for him to say something stretches more than it should– something is wrong and even though he isn’t acting that weird, there’s a heavy feeling in your gut that spreads to your chest and onto your fingers, begging to hold him.
So you do. You scoot closer and entwine your hands with his. He hesitates for 1, 2, 3 seconds before squeezing back and tucking his head into the crook of your neck like all he wants to do is hide away. Gently, ever so gently, you place his head onto his usual spot on your thighs and he buries his face in your stomach. The action is tight and desperate, his body curls as though he wants to mould his very being to you. It cracks open your ribs and makes your heart bleed because when he hurts, you hurt with him.
The rest of the lunch break is quiet but he doesn’t fall asleep. And when you leave you don’t see him for days.
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He senses you before he even hears your footsteps, before the warm and familiar sound of your voice fills the hallways of this school. It’s always been like that with you, he realises. He doesn’t even have to search for you– it’s like he already knows his place in the world and that’s by your side, so he just gravitates towards the one he’s given his heart to. But he makes a conscious effort to ignore the tug of his legs that instinctively wants to be near and moves away. 
He knows he should just tell you, end it all before he hurts you and the poison in his veins that tells him he’s never going to be good enough taints you as well– which you aren’t, you deserve so much more than a second no-good prince– but he’s also selfish, and he figures out that he is also a giant coward.
The voice that tells him so screams at him when he breaks his promise and goes back to you, tail between his legs and shame on his shoulders weighing him down. It always happens when he’s delirious on sleep deprivation because he can’t close his eyes without seeing you and the hurt expression you try to hide when you think no one’s looking. He tries to push you away, or rather to pull himself away– but he can’t stand the thought of you going back to life without him even though his conscious mind wants you to. 
When he first showed up at your doorstep, the betrayal and shock pummelled his soul to the earth and made his heart drop to his gut. But you didn’t say anything when he barged into your personal space and wrapped himself around you like he never left. He half-expected you to demand why he’d been so distant but all you did was hug him back so tight his heart lodged in his throat and tears welled up from the choking feeling. You took him by the hand and you both slept on the couch that night. By the next morning, he was gone without a word and the guilt felt even heavier, knowing he got your hopes up. He promised himself he wouldn’t do this again.
That night repeats days after and the cycle repeats. His visits don’t have a pattern. Sometimes, he comes after 3 days, others a week or more. By the third visit, you look tired- of him. He hates it but somehow it feels right, not in the way he likes but in the way you’re supposed to. The way you deserve to. Maybe if you hated him you wouldn’t hurt.
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He’s lost count of how many times he’s visited but tonight when he sees you, you look angry, rightfully so. You’re undeservingly patient towards him. When Leona sees your face, you’re angry– furious at him. You look like you want to throw him across all your furniture in hopes that he feels the same way you feel.
“Leona–” he hates the way you say his name. It’s angry and cruel and deserved. “-- what the hell is going on? You won’t tell me what happened to make you act like this and then you ignore me for days right after–”
“Nothing’s going on,” he stubbornly grumbles. Like he’s said every time you’ve asked. Every time he says this you look increasingly frustrated because it’s obvious that he’s lying– and your eyebrows scrunch in exasperation once more.
But this time your face falls and his heart stops.
“We can’t keep doing this anymore, if you don’t tell me– then I can’t be with you.”
He doesn’t know why he’s so frazzled– this is what he’s been waiting for because he was too much of a weakling to tell you himself, why he started all of this in the first place.
But he misses you, and he’s selfish. He always has been and he doubts he’s ever going to change.
“Would you choose me?” The question makes you pause.
“Leona, I did choose you–”
“If you could go back to your world, would you still choose me?” Would you pick me first?
You’re silent then. His palms almost bleed with how hard he clenches his hands as he waits for you.
“...Yes. Yes, I would. If you tell me why you’re acting like this.” He doesn’t know if you’re telling the truth, if you’ll still tell him that if there really was a time you had to choose between him and your world. But he’s so tired, and he loves you more than the amount of stars there are in the sky.
“I got a call from Farena,” this makes you hesitantly reach for his hand. He meets you halfway and you rub your thumb over his knuckles. The action makes him want to tear up– you’re still so gentle with him after everything.
“Do you think you’ll be happy with me? When we both graduate and I have to help my brother rule, will you be happy?”
He feels your hand on his cheeks, lifting his head to look at you properly. The look in your eyes isn't angry or hurt, it’s soft and understanding. He almost forgot how it felt to be on the other side of your affections.
“I knew what I was getting into when I chose you. You’re rough around the edges but you make me happy in ways no one ever did, like no one ever could.”
He moves his arms to hug you but he stops, still not sure if he’s allowed to. You meet him halfway and he buries his face into your neck. You feel tears stain your shirt and he lets out a sigh so deep and tired it makes you smile.
“Haven’t been able to sleep without you, herbivore.”
You chuckle, “Guess you aren’t getting rid of me then.”
“...Sorry.”
“I know. I love you.”
“I love you too, more than anything.”
You hold him with enough love to break his heart all over again, and he holds you like a beast who doesn’t deserve it but will gladly take anything you give him.
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chaosisalwayscrying · 3 months
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i NEEEEEED a chris or matt x british reader cos there just never is any and i just want. i’ve asked before but they lowkey just kept on saying “it’s chewsday innit” over and over again 😭
LONDON GIRL
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⇥ synopsis : matt goes to with his girlfriend to the place she grew up, london
⇥ warnings : none :)!
⇥ extra : ummm i hate this 😝 its been pushed back sm cause of school AND i rewrote it sm cause i hated it. i hope this is good enough 😕 ty for the request anon!!
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    you and matt had met at an influencer party, after you had just moved in with friends in LA from london. they were big in the influencer scene and decided to drag you out. of course, they ditched you in favor of drinking and flirting with whoever possible, but you weren't interested in even speaking until matt ran into you.
when you turned, it was like love at first sight. he frantically apologized for almost knocking you over, and when you spoke and he heard your accent, he fell harder. your thick accent was so attractive to him, and he was asking for your number before his brain could even process it.
you gave it to him, figuring that nows the time to make new friends.
    and now, a year later, you're in a happy 8-month long relationship. matt was nothing short of amazing, he pampered you and make you feel special every day.
    so, when you decided to go back to london for week to visit, you drag matt, chris, and nick with you too.
    "are you sure its ok we come back to london with you pretty? dont you want to visit family and go around alone?" matt asks, watching you from his place on the bed.
    "i wanna show you all my favorite places matt, and we can explore and shop with your brothers!" you return, a wide grin on your face as you turn to look at him. you were in the middle of packing you and matts clothes in a suitcase.
matts heart swells as you smile at him, before asking for the tenth time if you wanted him to help.
"no it’s ok, i like to pack stuff. plus i wanna organize it. we already set out our outfits so i just have to pack them" you say, turning back to the suitcase and placing a shirt on your side.
"oh! actually, can you go pack the toiletries? i wrote out a list of all the stuff, it should be on the vanity with the bag" you ask, not turning as you hear him get up and shuffle around.
"of course, ill be back" he said, coming up behind you and kissing the junction between your neck and shoulder.
“thank youuu!” you say in a sing-song voice as he walks out, blush burning on your cheeks from his actions.
by the time you had packed you and matts things, it felt as if your whole wardrobe was packed up all over again. when you had gone upstairs to check on chris and nick, nick was sat on top of the suitcase as chris tried to zip it, making you laugh for a good few minutes.
once you stopped laughing at their expense, they practically begged you to help them reorganize and pack, to which you obliged with a smile.
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landing in london was like sweet relief, the plane was uncomfortable and there was a lot of turbulence, and you had gotten so dizzy and nauseous at a point you had to lock yourself in the plane bathroom.
the plane rides were brutal, from la to boston, then to london in the same trip was sure to take a toll on anyone, but the triplets had never flown that long before and it was definitely taking its toll. chris could barely order the uber for all of you, and matt almost missed your shared luggage and grabbed someone elses.
    the next few days were chaotic, magical, and felt completely unreal. you and the boys started off your week by exploring some little shops close to the hotel, not wanting to go too far because of the jetlag still wearing off.
    the day after that, you dragged the boys around to all the tourist locations possible. nick and chris were so eager to get cool pictures and film for their channel, that you and matt were able to have nice quiet moments and cute pictures (courtesy of nick and chris).
    when you were near big ben, chris and nick had gone off to an obvious tourist shop to get stupid shirts and whatever else they could find, leaving you and matt on a bridge nearby as the sun began setting.
    "y'know," matt began, turning from the sunset to look in your eyes. "i’m really happy you invited us on this trip. seeing the place you grew up from your perspective and exploring your favorite spots feels so special. i love you" he smiled, leaning in for a kiss right after.
    the kiss was soft and sweet, matt holding your hips as your hands rest on his cheeks. as you part, you hear obnoxious cheers from certain boys a few feet away. you blush furiously as matt turned around with a playful scowl on his lips.
“you guys suck!” he calls, a chuckle breaking his angry facade. he turns back to you and playfully rolls his eyes, though in his head he was hoping his brothers got photos of them in front of the sunset.
“im glad you’re having fun, matty. i was scared you’d hate london” you smile, finally responding to his previous comment. matts expression morphed into disbelief, which made you laugh.
“hate london? i love it here! minus most of the food, but other than that i love it here baby, im so happy you invited us.” he smiled, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips.
you smiled too, happy that he and his brothers were having so much fun in london, a place so beautiful and near to your heart.
ove the next few days, you and the boys explored the city some more, finding cute boutiques and cringey tourist shops alike. all the shopping you did made it hard to repack your bags and fit everything, and you had to get nick and chris to sit on your suitcases to get them shut.
you would say the trip was a success, you got to revisit all your favorite places and make them even more special as you made new memories there.
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may the best bait win! propaganda under the cut:
tatiana and curt:
They have a whole song where it seems that they're going to get together just because he's a girl and she's a guy, but in the end Curt comes out to her and she's supportive (which is AMAZING because it's the 1960's) Doing This. That is all.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MT-EpN911GA
There’s an entire song (Doing This) which is about the two of them feeling like they need to be in a relationship due to societal pressures. But neither of them really want to and, after they kiss, decide that they’re much better as friends. Not to mention that Curt’s canonical gay as well.
their first few interactions are them flirting with each other, and they have an entire song about how they feel like they should kiss because heteronormativity. but curt is gay, and this is revealed after they kiss, and tatiana isnt CANONICALLY gay but pretty much the entire fandom interprets her that way and the creators have reposted fanart of her with the lesbian flag. spies are forever breaks so many action/spy film stereotypes and the biggest one is curt & tatiana. curt is the suave, james bond type "womaniser" protagonist and tatiana is the cool femme fatale who is lowkey kinda mean to him. in anything ever, they would get together because obviously a man and a woman cannot work together without making out!!!! they even flirt a little to start with, and their duet "doing this" is just poking fun at heteronormativity. and curt is gay, canonically, it is a MAJOR plot point. they flirt at first, then they feel like they should kiss, then they kiss, its bad, curt is gay (NOT CANON but tatiana is also maybe gay) and they just end up best friends. also the "you dont need to hide behind a beard to make you look cool" line goes so hard. their friendship is so beautiful and nice and they just care about each other alot but in a way that is so very platonic
They literally start making out and stop when Curt reveals he's gay. They sing a whole song about it. It's dope.
mako, korra, and asami:
it's that one meme where the guy ignores his girlfriend to check out another girl, only the two girls get to know each other and get together. S1/2 has love triangle drama between who Mako will be with (Korra or Asami). S3 no one is together but Korra and Asami become really close friends. S4 Korra and Asami are together. Mako is single. Like the only example of exes being good friends and Not getting back together, as well as giving the middle finger to heteronormative assumptions when after the love triangle is over, the two girls get together
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soleilandpeaches · 11 months
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you’re a daydream (stay awhile)
featuring: Keigo Takami x f!Reader synopsis: Keigo comforts you during the worst week of the month, in more ways than one. He’s just the sweetest isn’t he? warnings: f!reader, reader is on their period, hurt/comfort, smut, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of drugs, toothrotting fluff rated: 18+ (MDNI) song title inso: Melting by Kali Uchis
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You awoke to the sound of a brief thump! from outside, followed by a string of muttered curses from what you assume is your heroic boyfriend coming home to you after a long day of heroism. A part of you wanted to feel guilty of your sulking when Keigo seemed to face so much worse. And yet, he never seemed to think that way. Even though he was never the “emotional healer” type of person, once you had taught him the right way to comfort you without words, he never hesitated to give you the emotional support you needed.
“Hey, Baby.” He breathed out gently after finally managing to make it inside in one piece, you turned to notice two heavy bags held in each of his hands; no doubt period assistance. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as he sets the bags down onto your bed to strip away his clothes, making sure to check you over for any signs of distress: there was.
“How you feelin’? Looks like you had a nap!” His cheery demeanor never failed to bring a smile to your face as you leaned forward to inspect the items he had gotten you. Pads, tampons, sweets and more, paired perfectly with your favorite ice cream flavor.
“Thank you, Keigo.” You bit your lip, strong emotions of love and devotion churning inside you, your eyes watering as you gaze adoringly up at him. You marveled at how good to you he truly was, especially since last night you were experiencing the worst pms cramps and your loving boyfriend decided an orgasm was the best cure. Only after he had you cumming around his cock, he had pulled out to witness his prick coated with your release and your blood.
So embarrassing.
“Aww, of course, Dovey.” He said, pulling you close into a hug so he could settle down with you onto the bed, cuddling you into his chest as he rubbed over your sore muscles. “Wait, I should put away your ice cream first so it doesn’t melt.”
You giggled wetly, cheeks still coated in your tears as you watched him take everything out of the bags for you to put them away.
Waltzing back in the room, he begins changing into his loungewear, the outfits you think he looks sexiest in.
“How did your day go? Was it okay at least?” If you weren’t crying before, you were now, a throaty sob etched its way from your chest, quickly followed by more tears and wails of sadness; you just needed him to hold you.
“I guess that’s a no.” He chuckled softly, a gentle: C’mere, Baby murmured into your hair as he pulled you back into his chest, enveloping you in his comforting earthy, aromatic, and warm spicy scent. After you cried, you droned on about your shitty day, how your period only heightened every insecurity and every single emotion known to man.
He didn’t have much to say, only humming to show he was still listening as he petted and massaged your body. He planted sweet kisses on top of your head and along your cheeks, thumbing at your waist as he showered you in loving praise and sweet: I love you’s.
“Wan’ you inside,” you begged after a moment, gripping his plain t-shirt in between your fingers as you nosed you face further into his neck. “Please, Keigo, wan’ you s’bad.”
He shushes you with a loving kiss, shimming you gently onto your back as he lays with you chest-to-chest, yet still mindful of your tender breasts.
“I’m right here, Pretty girl.” He says, intertwining your hand with his, giving it a firm squeeze as he pulls away to search your face for any sign of discomfort. When he finds none, he resumes his long and slow kisses, making sure not to leave any parts of you untouched.
He peels away your clothes after his own before wrapping his arms around your middle to coax your body into his. You wrap your legs around him, moaning as his fingers slip between your bodies to rub against your clit. He refrains from taking your nipples into his mouth, instead leaving fluttering kisses across your chest and neck as he inches his cock near the entrance of your now dripping pussy.
“You ready, Angel? Hm?” He pulls his face from your neck to rest his forehead against yours, rubbing his lips against your own as he awaits your permission. You simply nod your head with a desperate: please, gasping at the pleasure of him filling you up inch-by-inch. The sound of his deep and guttural groans has you clenching around him, whining at the intrusion.
Giving you a moment to adjust, he sets a slow pace after your nod of confirmation. With your hands intertwined, he takes his opposite to rest on your cheek, guiding you to meet his passionate kisses of love. You both quickly find a compatible rhythm, your hips lifting to meet his own.
“Haah—Gonna make it all better, Dove.” He promises in-between moans and kisses, his cock pummeling deeper inside as he presses his hand against your stomach. He shifts his knees lower, angling his dick for your sweet spot, hips meeting yours harder-and-harder in his desperate attempt to please you.
You throw your head back as fingers make quick work over your clit, rubbing delicious circles as he pants into your neck. Lewd moans of your name leave his lips in a hurry as he holds himself back from pinning you down and chasing his own pleasure.
“You like it when I take you like this? Huh?” He purrs into your ear, accentuating his words with a deep thrust, chuckling at your squeal of pleasure.
“Yeah? You like when I fuck you nice and slow don’t you, Sweet girl?” As his hips pick up in force you begin to feel the nauseas ache in your lower belly begin to unravel, your previous worries forgotten entirely. The only thought in your mind screaming: more, more, more as he fucks you into complete submission.
“Fuck—I’m almost there, Angel.” He confesses and so are you, your nails raking themselves down his right shoulder as your legs tighten around his slim waist.
His hips begin to pick up in pace as you beg for his cum inside you, feeling almost pathetic for how badly you need it: to feel loved and taken care of, held and treated with so much care like you could break. As he held you tighter, the overwhelming feeling caused every muscle in your body to stiffen and collapse all at once. You finished with a cry of his name as he came with you, a series of fucks, shits, and i love you so fucking much.
You’re both sweating and heaving as you come down from your respected highs, a dopey smile stretches over his face before he’s burrowing himself back into your chest, slowly slipping himself out of you. He perks up instantly, reaching over into your dresser for a pack of wet wipes to clean you both off of sticky cum and blood.
After he carries you in-and-out of the bathroom, lecturing you when you fought him because you were too tired. “Gotta stay safe, Baby.” He said, though you were grateful you didn’t have to walk.
Setting you back down onto your bed, he wraps you in your blankets as he pulls out a baggie with two joints cramped together, one much larger and untouched than the other.
“Why don’t you light us a joint and I’ll go make you a bowl of ice cream, hm? You can put on whatever you want and I’ll order us some takeout later. Sound good?” He says with a stand and a much needed stretch before leaning back over you to give you another kiss. You nod, silently thanking him again for going out of his way to take care of you.
“No need to thank me baby, I’ll be right back okay?” You nod again, watching as he rolls his sweatpants back over his hips and tossing you his forgotten shirt for you to wear before he exits the room. You take his shirt in your hands and pull it up to your nose, sighing at the smell of the same woody-amber fragrance of his cologne paired with his natural musk. You slip the shirt back over your head to do as he says, after all, you might as well when he takes such good care of you.
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infranuz · 1 year
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“ MY GF’S FAMOUS ” — tokyo revenger headcanons ( x fem )
where tokyorev boys s/o is a kpop idol,, female reader,, draken, mikey, baji, mitsuya, chifuyu ,, modern au
— IVE BEEN WANTING TO DO THIS FOR SO LONG, just thinking abt it always had me thinking of ideas to how they would all have their kpop idol s/o im so glad to finally be writing this &lt;3
warnings;; none I think (hopefully..) most likely bad spelling and a lot of grammar mistakes (not proofread bc it’s late and I’m too sleepy,, hopefully everything is right tho..)
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ryuguji ken “draken”
surprisingly he actually knows a thing or two about kpop and idols. Was surprised to see you pop up on tv when he stayed over with Mikey because Emma actually likes ur group. “Woah Ken-chin!! isn’t that [name]??” Draken seriously had to double check to see if it was actually you.
When you actually told him you were a kpop idol he kissed your forehead and said “I know” so proudly. Believe it or not he brags about it to his friends “my girlfriend is a kpop idol, you should stream their music!!”
ALSO he once dragged you along to a party (mitsuyas bday party) and everyone was there, when I tell you hakkai froze and almost fainted at the sight of you. #3 biggest and supporter right there (according to draken) you had to kind of step out for a second with draken before hakkai had a heart attack.
still he was so happy to meet you (his bias btw..) many congratulations and nice to meet you’s from him.
at some point paparazzi actually noticed you with him out on a date (thankfully they didn’t get to snap any pictures) draken dragged you out of the park as fast as he could covering you with his hoodie. he protects you from paparazzi you can’t tell me otherwise &lt;3
BONUS: whenever he hears your songs pop up on the radio (no matter where he is) he turns it all the way up. If anyone is around him he recommends your unit to them. “They’re really good specially [name]!!” (Of course he also looks up to your group members he just likes to brag about you a lot <33)
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sano manjiro “mikey”
Once again,, surprisingly knows what kpop is all because of his sister. (I’m telling you Emma is a kpop Stan u can’t tell me otherwise) when he actually gets into your music he’s hooked
He would steal Emma’s photocard collection of you or pretty much anything with your face or name on it. Wouldn’t even feel guilty abt it, not one bit “she’s my gf I think that’s enough explanation!!” “WELL I BOUGHT IT SO ITS MINE” yeah they would both argue until you actually gave Emma new signed merch
MOVIE NIGHTS WITH HIM AND HIS SISTER and many Shinichiro.. you can’t tell me otherwise. You guys would have pop corn and snacks before watching the movie all while having your groups music playing on the background (supportive bf I love him <;3)
He hates paparazzi sm, I feel like he would be really jealous of other people taking pictures of you specially when you’re just trying to have a nice time at some cafe. Anytime paparazzi came to bash you and take pictures with you he would cling onto you and cover you from their view. “Only I should be able to take pictures of you” with a pouty face
You would take him to meet your group members and he would ask for autographs from each of them (to brag to Emma ofc). The dude doesn’t even know their names.. it’s okay tho because he’s now best friends with them!!
He actually stayed on set once you guys were filming an mv for your recently released song. Your group tried to get him to try and learn the dance (he actually made it to the behind the scenes videos which was him dancing with your group)
he reads those [name] x reader fan fictions, hee proud of it actually. Others can keep imagining while he can actually have the real thing, im almost sure he would actually have a fan account just for you.
he 100% goes to your concerts with Emma, you actually reserve him and his sister seats. Most of the time you’re always looking at him when you’re performing. if you send him kisses or winks while you’re dancing he’ll immediately go insane.
he gets backstage privileges. yes he does indeed get that privilege. always congratulated you and your group mates for your amazing performance. is extremely clingy after you guys leave for the hotel you booked. he ends up staying with you because he’s too lazy to drive back to his own house.
BONUS: CUDDLES, the best cuddles you’ve ever received in your life, specially after an exhausting performance. he takes care of you <33 “you did great today”
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baji keisuke
he has some idea what kpop or idols are.. the moment you told him he just said “cool” Chifuyu would be the one to explain it to him. Afterwards he would be happy to listen to your songs and even buy your albums
100% convinced his mother would listen to you, idc idc fight me she would. His mother loves you i know she does, the moment you visited baji to meet his mother she cried tears of joy. give this woman free merch SIGNED, dude you would go as far as to take her to your group members so she could meet them all sobs.
once you were tired like really tired since you were coming from endless hours of practice so all you wanted was to spend time with your bf.. you knocked on the door and when he let you in all of his friends were there playing a board game
chifuyu who had begged baji to let him meet you immediately greeted you, bro was fascinated, astonished, flabbergasted to finally see you in flesh and bone. that day you stayed over and played games with them by the end of it you fell asleep. baji tucked you into his bed and afterwards fell asleep hugging you.
HE LOATHES ABSOLUTELY HATES PAPARAZZI. he almost punched one of them once because you were caught completely off guard as they took pictures of you with the flash on. “Piss off cant you see we’re busy??” Most of your fans actually think he’s rude but he’s a sweet guy who just wants to protect his gf <;3
No but fr he would go as far as to break some cameras just so you could have some relaxing time without having to worry about paparazzi. although many attempts have failed because there is abt 100 pictures of you and baji online having dates and picnics.. let’s just say he’s pretty pissed off abt it
baji would 100% teach you how to protect yourself from weird people, pervs and all that stuff. “There’s weird people out there so you need to know how to at least land a punch” you actually ended up sending some perv to the hospital for kicking him where it hurts. baji was proud yet disgusted at how the man even tried to make a move.
BONUS: yk how cats often come into his room, you always take care of them with baji when you stay over. it’s as if the cats were your children and you and baji were their parents.
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mitsuya takashi
mitsuya actually listened to your songs even before you started dating. he was quite lucky (as he claims) to have met you that rainy day that you had forgotten your umbrella and he had offered his. “excuse me? here you can use my umbrella if you want” he was so sweet about it “ah, thank you so much I can’t afford my papers getting wet, will you be fine?”
you were surprised he didn’t bash you with questions and asking for an autograph so you guessed he didn’t know who you were. you ended up giving him your personal number so you could return his umbrella. he was shocked when he found out who you actually were,, the rest is pretty much history
his sisters love you, you always make sure to bring them some type of gift before visiting. mitsuya actually tries to get you to not buy them anything because he thinks it’s a lot but cmon now mana and luna deserve love. they wanted your groups albums for Christmas and they got that and more, you got all your group members to record some type of video and greeting they thanked you profusely afterwards
he’s a designer and you are an idol.. guess what that means. HE MAKES YOUR OUTFITS,, he totally does I know it. anytime your group and you come up with a theme for your mvs Mitsuya always offers to make your outfits. you always proudly wear all of his creations,, like for an interview?? red carpet?? music video?? or just an outfit overall Mitsuya is your guy.
paparazzi would be asking you who the designer is and all you have to say is “This is a piece made by my boyfriend, Mitsuya Takashi.. thank you for asking” he gained a few hundred of followers that day.
dates a lot of dates with him whenever you have free time, even tho paparazzi may sometimes ruin it’s okay because there’s a few 20 new pictures of both of you online showing the world how in love u are.
BONUS: movie nights with him and his sisters, it’s pretty much basically just you and Mitsuya since mana and luna always fall asleep on the first 10 minutes of the movie. anyway it’s more time for you and Mitsuya so win win??
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matsuno chifuyu
now this little silly he has a whole shelf full of your groups albums, magazines and posters. he listens, streams, quite literally enjoys your music (he stans new jeans and wonder girls you can’t tell me otherwise)
your relationship is pretty much public, all of your fans know who he is. I believe they follow peke j’s Instagram account, (it’s what they love most abt your bf) like his cats account has more followers than his own main acc😭
every time you stay at chifuyu house you always make sure to bring some type of treat for peke j, he absolutely adores you. cuddle peke j and leave chifuyu outside his own bed quite literally
LIBRARY DATES,, you both go to the library to check out/buy manga and other books you may like. you guys have those cute little cafe dates where you guys either spend your time reading or just talking about your day and life
he watches your interviews, AND he was once invited to go into one. like a couple interviews or yk those interviews where couples get cards with questions that only they know abt each other. or just cute games for couples,, yeah those basically. fan base went crazy after that interview dropped
you planned on adopting a cat once so chifuyu recommended some adoption centers. sadly you didn’t end up adopting a cat but you did get a date at a cat cafe so a loss and a win?? “look at this cat!! her name is bee she’s so cute” so many cats surrounded him it was cute <33
he’s neutral abt paparazzi tbh, he just dislikes it when you feel uncomfortable being bashed by so many people at the same time. sadly he can’t do much about them,, but when you’re both out of their sight he treats you to whatever you want a lot of comfort from his part
BONUS: since you’re friends with a lot of other kpop idols you invited chifuyu once to meet some of them. he got to meet a lot of his biases and got a shit ton of autographs and merch,, afterwards he thanked you endlessly,, lots of kisses <33
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©asalamis ,, please don’t copy, steal or plagiarize my work in any way, reblogs and likes are appreciated,, hope you enjoyed ty for reading <;3
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phantomspiderr · 8 months
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Music in the Square
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Pairing: Marc Spector x reader
Word Count: 550+
Summary: Marc gets a little excited at the sight of you in that pretty little dress
Warnings/tags: 18+ not outright smut butttttt, little brat!reader
a/n: 😇😇
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“Do you have any change?” Marc’s eyes snap up to yours at the sudden sound of your voice. He’d been so caught up in looking at the map on his phone, trying to find the way to your next destination. “For the busker over there?” You point off toward a woman standing by a fountain in the middle of the square, singing beautifully with people all around watching and listening. Marc awkwardly moves in his chair to reach into his pocket, fishing out what change was there before placing it all into your waiting hand.
You happily thank him, getting up from your chair and quickly kissing him before strolling toward the busker. Marc watches your every move, taking a slow sip of his coffee as some form of distraction because gods do you look beautiful. He’s obsessed with the way the skirt of your dress blows in the breeze, does that dress have to fit you so perfectly? He knows you picked that one specifically for him and he can’t keep his eyes off of you. Marc just loves the way your pretty smile appears when the busker thanks you over the microphone. Oh and do you have to look at him with an even wider smile, your nose scrunching as you walk back toward him?
“Should we go now? Are you finished?” Your hand reaches for his and you stop next to him, just briefly looking at all of the empty plates and cups on your table.
“Why don’t we sit for a minute?” Marc tries his best to sound casual about it but the curious tilt in your head tells him he didn’t do a good job of that. 
“I thought you said we had to be there before 12?” You tap his phone that sits on the table to check the time, “we’ll be late if we don’t go now.” Marc internally curses himself—and Steven—for trying to be so punctual.
“I just need a minute sweetheart,” oh no now you’re looking at him like something’s wrong, “j-just one more song, hm?” The stutter only solidifies your worry.
“Honey, are you okay?” your hand immediately drops his and raises up to his forehead, like you’d be able to feel a fever in the humid environment. Marc reaches for your hand again and that crease forms between your eyebrows.
“Baby…” Marc’s eyes flit between yours and his lap and then he watches the realisation on your face grow. You’re stifling a giggle and he just gives you a look like seriously? and now your teeth are sinking into your bottom lip, “stop it.” He gives you a stern look that does nothing to stop the playful look growing in your eyes. “Sit down,” it’s a gentle command at this point because he can’t handle you standing so close and looking at him like that.
“Okay,” you sweetly say before ungracefully plopping yourself in his lap. Marc sucks in a sharp breath, trying his hardest to stifle the groan clawing its way up his throat.
“You little br-” his hands dig roughly into your hips as you adjust yourself in his lap. He has to bite down on his lip as the friction sends waves of pleasure up his spine.
“Sorry, what was that honey? I couldn’t hear you.” You innocently look at him like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.
“You’re gonna pay for this later.” You give him another sweet smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and brushing your fingers through the back of his hair.
“I’ll look forward to it.”
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summer break series
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skzwaves · 8 months
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❝Coy Love Songs❞ (ksm x fem!reader) [18+]
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༘♡WHOSE LOVE ➖ "to lovers" trope series
Whose Love Masterlist
♡ acquaintances to lovers ♡
one shot - 3,7k words
🎸plot: you can't miss the chance to see the cute record store employee perform at the local music festival
🎸genre/warnings: slight jealousy, vanilla smut with a tiny bit of dirty talk, oral (both receiving and giving) and piv, a lot of teasing, explicit language, fem!bodied reader, confident+flirty!reader, seungmin is down bad but so is reader, protected sex, FLUFFY romance
🎸a/n: thank you guys so much for almost 500 notes on "hearts will roll":)
track one
There are better things in life than working the closing shift on the weekend, yet Seungmin knows that days like these have a higher possibility with you coming into the store. You always talked a bit about music, instruments and artists, when you purchased some new vinyls. And you, being the eye candy that you are, make it even harder for him not to catch feelings when you smile brightly at him or laugh sweetly about his jokes. At this point he can’t deny the fact he’s crushing on you, one of his regular customers.
Working overtime on Fridays always gives you headaches. With most of your colleagues being on vacation in the summer time, you’re the only one left to catch up on all the work. Due to this week being so stressful, you decide to get the new LP of one of your favorite artists this evening. You look a bit lost in the vinyl section. He isn’t usually this timid but he has to clear his throat before approaching you.
"Can I help you?"
His voice startles you but his familiar face gives you comfort. You look down at his name tag, since you can’t remember his name.
“Hey, Seungmin. Yeah, I am looking for the Gizmo LP by Tanukichan.”
“Oh, great taste but unfortunately we don’t have it here right now.” he puts his hands together apologizing, "Though I can order it for you. It should arrive around next weekend."
"Yeah that would be great. Can I pay by card, please?"
"Sure. I'll print out the pick up ticket for you. Can you tell me your name?"
“y/n”
He nodded, a smirk adorning his face after finally getting to know your name after weeks of adoring you.
“So you like her music as well?” you ask curiously.
“Yeah, I love her music style.”
“Me too! Can you recommend me some similar artists?”
He thinks about using this to his advantage.
“Well, there is this band who plays at the beach music festival this weekend,” he hands you the flyer lying on the counter, pointing at the band name.
“Eightdust? Never heard of them.”
“We are kinda unknown.” he notes.
“its your band???” you ask perplexed.
He nods giggling.
“Oh my good, this is so cool. I’ll definitely come and check you out,” you pause, realizing what you just said, “Ehm your music and your band I mean,” you correct yourself.
“Would be cool to see you in the crowd.”
You refuse to believe that this sentence alone, makes your heart beat faster. He is not only insanely attractive and plays in a band but he is also looking forward to see you at a festival? For some reason he gives you this feeling of being special. It warms your heart.
You hear another customer behind you clearing his throat. That’s when you realize you have to come to an end with your little chat as you see the line behind you getting longer.
“See you next weekend, Seungmin,” you wave goodbye to him quickly.
track two
You arrive at the beach just as the sun begins to set. The sky looks so pretty, it feels kind of sad to be alone at this moment, not being able to share this view with someone else. Walking further towards the stage, you search for a spot with your small blanket in hand. Sadly, there are already way to many people up at the front dancing, so you settle a bit more to the middle, waiting for Seungmin to perform with his band.
Behind the stage Seungmin gets ready with his band mates. He feels stage fright crippling in his chest, that’s why he tries to calm down by doing breathing exercises, still, Jisung, another guitarist, decides to disturb him.
“Excited to see your girl, Minnie?”
“She is not my girl, Ji.”
“Not yet, right?”
Seungmin just smirks, while his friend keeps hyping him up.
“And what about you? Did you already spot any girl?” his friend is pretty much a flirt, so it’s nothing new for him.
“Nah. But the night is young, you know.” Jisung grabs his guitar as they got their signal that it’s their turn to perform.
Seungmin spots you immediately on the left side of the crowd. Hopefully, you can see the smile you put on his face. Looking over to you during the whole set and seeing you enjoying his songs makes him forget about his nervousness. He knows that he should feel more tense while you’re watching him singing but it’s the total opposite for him. He feels at ease.
You have to hold yourself back from drooling as you take in his stage outfit. Seungmin looks different with this black denim jacket and over all black and gray outfit. His hoodie and sweats combo at the store is also cute but this outfit looks so hot on him.
After their gig ends, Seungmin gets your vinyl out of his bag to give it to you personally. As he is on the way over to you, he notices one of his friends flirting with you. He sees you patting the spot beside you for Jisung to sit down. He thinks to himself, that this should be him beside you.
Your crush on Seungmin doesn’t go unnoticed by his band mate, because you keep asking questions about him. That’s why he keeps further advances down. He tells you about Seungmin not being really experienced with girls. You’re wondering why he's not that popular since you obviously wouldn’t turn him down.
“You know, Minnie is some kind of hopeless romantic. He is kind of picky with his partners,” Jisung explains.
You find that nickname cute, although his words make you overthink that you might not be his type at all, since you’re not much of a romantic.
Then you see the man of your desire in the crowd, waving him over to you as you see him looking in your direction. Jisung smiling at the cuteness and then looking at Seungmin as well. But you are unsuccessful as you see him walking the other direction. Jisung, being as taken aback as you are by his reaction, tells you to wait a second. He gets up to check on his friend.
“Seungmin, wait! Where are you going, dude?” Jisung shouts at him. Seungmin turns around with a blank expression.
“It looked like you two were getting along pretty well,” he mutters.
“She’s insanely pretty. I didn’t know she was the girl you were talking about.”
“Save it Jisung, see you at rehearsal,” he sighs, going back behind the stage to grab his belongings.
“You can call yourself lucky, man. She has a big fat crush on you.”
“She- what?” Seungmin couldn’t believe this at all.
“She asked me so many questions about you. It was cute.”
He quickly makes his way up to you again but your your spot is left empty. “Fuck” Seungmin curses under his breath. Maybe you went home disappointed, because he ignored you. He hates the jealousy he felt towards his band mate and friend. He knows that he fucked up big time.
It’s getting darker already when he is grabbing his bag and guitar from the back of the stage to rest at the staircase leading up from the beach up to the city streets. Playing a song of your favorite band on his guitar, quietly singing. Then he paused. Sighing deeply.
"I'm such an idiot" he mumbles to himself.
"You're a great guitarist," your voice startles him.
He rapidly turns around, looking surprised.
"Sorry I- I thought you went home,” he stammers.
"Yes, I was about to. Then I heard the melody of my favorite song and had to find out who played it so I came back down here," you smile, “I’m happy that it’s you.” you add.
"Mhm," he hums, his mind goes blank.
You sigh, "See you tomorrow at the store, Minnie."
Unexpectedly he stops you, standing up in an instant to be face to face to you. “Wait,” grabbing the vinyl out of his bag. "I thought I'll just give it to you today." mentally cursing himself since it means he won't be seeing you tomorrow or worst case never again since he screwed things up between you two. He doesn’t think that he deserves the smile you give him as you hold the vinyl in your hands.
At last you thank him for bringing it along and compliment him on the good show and his handsome outfit. His rosy cheeks are shining under the light of the street lamps as he silently watches you walking back up. He hopes that he still gets a chance of making it up to you.
track three
Seungmin is surprised to see you walk into the store on Saturday around noon.
"Hey Minnie!" You went straight to him.
"Hi, I didn't expect you to come here today. Everything okay with the vinyl?"
"Yeah everything’s fine. I'm here to get a CD from this local band. I think their name is Eightdust?" you tease making him smile.
"You must have really liked our set, huh?"
"Of course! Though their music is not the only thing I like about them."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, one of their singers has a very beautiful voice. He plays the guitar pretty good too."
"Are you talking about Jisung or-" he mumbles, looking down, fumbling with his hands on the counter.
"I'm talking about you, dummy!" you laugh, wrapping your hands around his, not believing him being this dense.
"Oh," he gets shy. "wait, I'll get you a copy,” he goes to the storage room at the back of the store, “it's an EP with about four songs on it,” he explains is he gets back to the counter.
"Nice. How much is it?" you ask, grabbing your wallet out of your bag.
"Just take it,” he makes a gesture of refusal. "No i wanna pay for-," you insist but Seungmin stands firm. "Please, I ignored you at the festival so take this as an apology."
"So you really did it on purpose?"
"Yeah-eh-no,” he stutters, “I just saw you with Jisung and thought you liked him so i just went back."
"You got jealous?" you wiggle your eyebrows smirking, leaning over the counter. His eyes turning wide, gulping. Then the bell of the store rang meaning you two weren't alone anymore. "Okay, I'll take the CD but it's not enough for me to forgive you, since I went there for you in the first place,” you pack the CD in your bag before turning around, ”See you."
"Wanna come to band practice this evening?" he asks out of the blue. Today isn’t band practice. He knows this but he promptly made up a plan in his head.
You turn on your heel. "I would love that. Where is it?"
He scribbles on a piece of paper the address to meet you there at seven pm.
Getting off work on time, Seungmin is fast to get ready for his apology for you. He gets to the practice room pretty early to prepare everything. He dims the lights in the room, practicing the song for you again.
A knock on the door alarms him to quit playing.
"Oh, we're alone?" you ask puzzled, letting yourself in.
"Yeah."
"Even better. What were you playing?" you get closer to Seungmin.
"I've prepared something for you."
"Really what is it?"
"I want to apologize how I treated you after our gig. I actually wrote a song for you a few weeks ago,” he explains while grabbing his guitar, “I just want you to know, that I really like you. I adore your smile, the way you look at me with your sparkly eyes and that you share the love for music with me. So I hope you like the song and forgive me for being such an idiot towards you."
The song touches you deeply. You couldn't believe it – How he sings about you enchanting him since the first time he saw you and spoke to you. It makes you melt, getting lost in his voice.
As he ends the song, he is afraid to look you in the eyes. You get up, grabbing his face to make him look up to you smiling at him.
"It's a very beautiful song. Thank you so much."
He gets up as well, putting away his guitar.
"You know, today isn't band practice. I just wanted to be alone with you." he confesses.
"No shit Sherlock, because you're too shy to ask me out directly" you giggle.
"I'm not shy actually,” he explains, moving even closer to, “you just make me like that. It's intimidating how you make me loose my focus at work every time you walk in or talk to me."
Your hands go up to his face again, grazing his cheeks and then slinging around his neck.
"And I like the effect I have on you but I would love to see you make a move on me. I don't have a problem with being in control, still, I like to imagine that under your puppy facade is a man who craves me as much as I do him and I can't wait to break him free," you press yourself against him, feeling him getting hard against your hip by your words.
He has to process your confession, making his head spin. Your body being so close to his makes it even harder for him. Then it feels like something snaps within him and he bends down to finally connect your lips. Starting off slow and lustful but getting more needy and steamy with every few kisses. He's about to sit back down on the couch, grabbing your thighs and placing you on his lap.
You start to grind down on him. It makes him moan into your mouth. Moreover, he has to stop you before cumming into his pants. You take the chance to undo his pants, releasing his boner from his confines. Leaving open mouthed kisses along his neck while your hand moves up and down his dick. He calls out your name begging you to stop, yet you keep going. Suddenly he grabs your hand with force and pulling it off him. Startling you, your mouth loosing contact with his neck. You check up on him by looking into his eyes.
"Seungmin-" he cut you off by grabbing your shirt to pull it off you. Helping him by unclasping your bra and throwing it across the room. His dazed eyes landing on your boobs. His mouth sucks on your nipple. His hand plays with the other. Moaning his name and wanting to grab his dick again but only moving your hand up and down slowly almost teasing him. He pulls this mouth off of your tits, only grabbing and massaging them with his hands.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
Your own hands move to your jeans undoing the button. You get off his lap to take everything off. Him following your moves, kicking off his trousers and boxers. His hungry gaze is kind of intimidating now. With his hands cupping your ass and his mouth on your neck, he guides you backwards until you reach the wall. Kissing down your torso, he attaches his mouth to your clit.
"Oh my god" you groan and punch the wall behind you. Then he laces his hands with yours what makes your heart beat even faster.
"Seungmin, please... Fuck me," you beg.
He lets go with his shiny lips, your juices coating his chin. Reality hitting him hard as he realizes that he doesn't have protection on him.
"I don't have a condom here... I'm sorry," he breathes out.
"You don't fuck girls in here?" you ask him, giggling.
"No." he laughs, shaking his head.
"Don't worry, let's just stop." you smile to sooth him.
But his fingers find your clit again as he gets up. "I can still fuck you with my fingers," he groans.
"I'll take everything you give me," you bite your lip.
He starts off with only one finger, pumping in and out of you. He keeps holding eye contact with you while you whine loudly in the sound proof room, begging him for more, until he’s stretching you out with three fingers, making you cum around his fingers as he went harder. He pulls them out, putting them in his mouth licking them clean. You watch in awe before sinking down to your knees.
"If I can't feel you inside of me, then i want to taste you at least.”
“Fuck.” he breathes out.
You don’t want to tease him anymore, taking his cock deep into your mouth. His moans are music to your ears.
He blows his load way too soon, coming down your throat while you moan around his dick.
Putting your clothes back on, you both steal glaces at each other smiling. Seungmin is contemplating, if he should shoot his shot again.
"I got condoms at home though."
You grin at his words, "So next time at your place?" He just smiles brightly, nodding approvingly. You swap phones to save the other’s phone number before you bid goodbye for the night.
track four
You exchange texts for a whole week until you both agree on a date for a dinner at his apartment. To say you’re excited would be an understatement, you could literally feel how your body longs for him. It isn’t any different for Seungmin. Not a day goes by without him thinking about you. You wish you could have seen each other sooner but busy lives are complicating.
Almost running late after getting ready, you are still able to catch the bus to his apartment complex. It’s cute how flustered he gets when you kiss him softly as a greeting.
"You still get red from a kiss after what we've done already?” you tease.
"It's just because it's you," he replies, going back into the kitchen to put up dinner.
"Aw, my cute little puppy," you follow after him.
"Your puppy spent the whole day in the kitchen to cook for you," he snorts.
"Love him for that" you boop his nose before grabbing a chair.
Dinner was amazing. It’s probably the best spicy stir fried chicken you ever had. You insist on helping him with the dishes, standing side by side. You keep bumping your hips into his to bother him.
“y/n,” he sighs, “why are you so antsy?” he grabs the last plate cleaning it up, then handing it over to you to dry. You try to stifle your laugh.
“Do you know how much I just want to jump you?” you ask, turning away from him to put the dish away. Before you could even turn back around, you feel his body pressing up against your backside. His face rests on your shoulder, feeling his lips grazing your ear lope.
"Already so needy for me?" he whispers.
"For you? Of course, don’t you know how I feel about you?" you ask back while turning around, feeling up his body. As you look into his eyes, you can see the lust in them. He starts kissing you greedily.
“How about you show me?” he groans breaking away from the kiss. His hands begin to explore your skin under your shirt, caressing your sides before you can feel his fingers digging into your skin as he kisses you again. You feel yourself getting wetter as his tongue makes it past your lips, fondling with yours. With your arms slinging around his neck, you throw your leg around his hip, feeling his hard-on. His hands wander down to hold your thighs up, so that he can carry you to his bedroom.
You try to take the lead after he lays you on his bed by turning him swiftly on his back.
“I thought you wanted me to show you?” you grin down at him. Unbuckling his belt and taking of his dress pants, you stare down at his clothed cock, leaking precum in his boxers. Seungmin keeps tugging at your clothes.
“Baby, let me see you. Don’t hide your body from me.”
You’re quick to remove your clothes but you keep your lingerie on for a moment, because you bought them for this special occasion only.
“Fuck, you look so pretty.”
Your fingers dance around the waistband of his boxers, only to move upwards again, since he still has his white button down on, opening up a few more buttons.
"Can't wait to feel you around me" he groans, taking off the rest of his clothes.
"How do you want me?"
He grabs the condom on his night stand.
“Stay on top of me.”
You crawl up to him, snatching the condom out of his hands to put it on, caressing his cock teasingly with your fingertips.
“Such a pretty dick,” you coo, “And you want me to ride it, huh?”
“Please,” he whines, “I need you so bad, baby. I’ve had way too many wet dreams about this.”
“Aw, Minnie,” you open up the foil to roll the condom down on his already leaking cock, positioning yourself right above him, “It would be awful, if we won’t turn them into reality. Oh shit,” you moan out while his cock stretches you out.
Beginning to move your hips in slow rhythm, you swiftly pick up your pace, bringing out delicious moans from the man under you. He tries to slow you down to keep him from cumming right away.
“Ugh, it’s too much.”
“Come on, puppy. I know you can take it,” you try to persuade him.
He likes the nickname so much, it makes his head spin and he starts to fuck up into you, wanting to hear you scream out his name.
You bend over to kiss him sensually as you feel your pussy tightening and his dick throbbing inside of you. Sweat is running down your bodies while you both chase after your highs. Coming undone on top of him, your hips stutter getting him over the edge.
He curses quietly, breathing hard. You already feel your legs getting sore and you know that you have to deal with this for next few days.
Seungmin gets you off his lap, carefully laying you down on the bed, rubbing your legs up and down.
“Does my girlfriend want a hot bath?”
“Only if my boyfriend joins me,” you impose cheekily, still trying to catch your breath.
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Chapter 1 ⛤ Chapter 2 ⛤ Chapter 3 ⛤ Chapter 4 ⛤ Chapter 5 Masterlist
⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x FemReader
⛤Warnings: Swearing, drinking, smoking, fluff, friends to lovers, drug use
⛤Words: 2k
⛤Song: "Photograph" By Def Leppard
⛤Summary: Moving away from Hawkins was the biggest mistake of your life. You left your best friends and forgot to stay in touch. Years later, you decide to hit up your good friend Steve. Its time to make a plan and make amends. The one thing you didn't expect was feelings to resurface when you saw your old highschool crush.
⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. @hellfiremunsonn is my trusty beta reader, go check out their fics! They are so good!
⛤Chapter 3: Reunion Eddie unlocks the front door of his apartment, he's trying to be extra careful not to make any noise. He looks over at the couch and quickly notices Dustin snoring away. He slowly shut the door behind him and carried on down the hallway. Upon entering his bedroom, he flipped the light switch, and nestled in his bed was Y/N. A figure he did not anticipate whatsoever. “....Y/N?” He almost thought he was dreaming. You sat up quickly, entirely shocked by the sight in front of you. You exchanged glances, the air was filled with so many unspoken questions. Eddie is trying to mentally make sense of the sight before him. His face starts to turn red as he slowly realizes his high school crush is sleeping in his bed. “Eddie?!” You are so confused, Steve said he wouldn't be back for a couple of days. Is this some kind of setup? Goddammit Steve. “I am SO sorry.” You frantically roll out of his bed and stand there, searching for some kind of expression on Eddie’s face. “Steve must have been confused, he said you wouldn't be home for a couple of days. We made a plan and I came out to surprise you guys.” “Well…I’m certainly surprised.” He says as he sets his bags down. He approaches you and immediately wraps his arms around your shoulders. “It's so good to see you, Y/N.” He says, just barely above a whisper. You were rendered speechless, your face was pressed against his chest. He kisses the top of your head, something he always used to do. You wrapped your arms around his midsection and it took everything in you to fight back those reunion tears. It was a long hug, one that had to make up for years of physical and emotional distance. He finally lets go, and you meet his gaze. “It’s good to see you too, Eddie.” You say with a smile, he hasn't changed a bit. His hair is a little longer, but he still wears the same ripped jeans, leather jacket, and silver rings. “I’m the one who should be sorry, I came home early. My last show was canceled due to bad weather.” Eddie explains, “I should have called but I didn’t have time to use a phone.” He snags one of the cigarettes off the bedside table and lights it. “No it's cool, I’m really happy to see you.” You say as you sit back down on the edge of Eddie's bed. “How was your tour? I heard your band is doing well nowadays.” “We are actually! I feel like we’ve made a serious breakthrough in the industry. The tour was fun, I got to see New York. The food was amazing, the fans are a blast.” “Oh wow, so you’re like a big celebrity now, huh?” You tease, Eddie smirks and takes a drag off his cigarette. He walks over to his bags and puts his guitar in the empty guitar stand. “Hardly. How have you been? I haven't heard from you in forever and suddenly you end up in my bed?” He inquires, still holding on to that prominent smirk. “Things got pretty intense when we moved, it was like everything in my life came crashing down around me. I feel really bad about not keeping in touch with you guys. When I planned this with Steve I knew I would have to make some apologies.” You finally admit to him that you could have done better. Every time you didn't call or stay in touch it made you feel guilty. After some time it felt like a stupid, awkward thing to do. So you tried to forget about it, a big mistake on your part. It was time for you to explain yourself and make up for being so detached. “It's no big thing, sweetheart,” Eddie says as he sits next to you on the bed. “You can sleep in my bed, I can take the floor.” “No! I would feel terrible. Just…Just share it with me. It's fine, there's plenty of room.” You can feel your face getting warmer. It’s a pretty big bed so it probably won't get weird, right? “Well…if you’re sure.” He replies, noticing how exhausted you look. “You should get some rest, we can talk more in the morning.” “Thanks, Eddie, you’re a saint.” You crawl back under the covers. “Not even close, darling.” Eddie loosens and kicks off his boots. He walks over to his closet and changes into sweatpants and a fresh T-shirt.
You honestly tried to not glance at the metalhead's slender figure but failed miserably. He has new tattoos you’ve never seen before and he’s gained a bit more muscle in his arms. Eddie pulls a hair tie from his wrist and wraps his hair up in a messy bun. You didn't think Eddie Munson could get any hotter, but he did. Eddie flips the light switch and crawls into bed with you. You turn to face him and he faces you. This feels familiar, like deja vu.
“If this is too weird let me know.” He says, barely above a whisper. “It’s only weird if you make it weird, Munson.” You respond with a giggle.  ------------- The morning sun beams through the window, you can hear the sound of cars driving by the apartments. You open your eyes and gaze at the soft yellow glow pouring into the room.  The bed was so warm and comfortable, you never wanted to leave. You roll over and immediately realize you’ve curled up next to Eddie rather close. He’s You hear a couple of knocks on the door and Steve calls your name.  “Hey Y/N, I brought you a cup of coffee, open up.” You roll out of bed and open the bedroom door. Steve hands you the cup of coffee with a smile. “Good morning sunsh–” He trails off after he sees Eddie reluctantly sit up and rub his sleepy eyes. You could see the gears turning in his brain as he put two and two together. just snoozing away like nothing is happening, completely unaware of the fact that he was nearly spooning you. 
“When did you get home?!” Steve asks, a puzzled look on his face. “Last night.” Eddie yawns, “How come I don't get any coffee, Harrington?” He jokes with a sleepy grin. Steve gives you a look that immediately translates to “That didn’t take long”. You follow Steve to the kitchen and prepare a cup of coffee for Eddie.
“So did you guys–” You cut him off and he snorts. 
“No! Of course not!” Your face gets red and Steve can't stop laughing at how flustered you’re getting. You try to keep your voice down because Dustin is still sleeping like a rock on the couch. “Why would you say that?!” “Okay okay! I was just asking.” He says feeling satisfied by your unsettled expression. You take the coffee to Eddie’s room and Steve finishes up the bacon and pancakes.
Eddie is sitting upright, still trying to wake up. He smiles at you when you hand him a cup of coffee. “Thank you, sweetheart.” he says and pats the spot next to him, asking you to come sit.
Steve walks in with three plates of food. He hands one to Eddie and he practically scarfs it down. How long has it been since he last ate?? Steve sat on the floor in front of you and began cutting apart his pancakes with his fork.
“So, what's on the agenda today?” Steve asks with his mouth semi-full. 
“I’m not sure yet, I just got here.” Eddie replies, “Isn't Robin coming by?”
“Yeah but who knows when that will be.” Steve answers and shrugs.
The knock at the door was so on cue it was amazing. Dustin rolls off the couch and opens the door. 
“Hey kiddo, you’re still here?” Robin asks. Dustin gives her a drowsy nod and she laughs. You could recognize her voice and hopped up off the bed and rushed out into the hallway. Robin sees you and stops dead in her tracks. She's completely floored, her eyes are wide and her mouth is agape. Suddenly, without any warning you both start screaming and running towards each other. “Oh my god, you are here?!” She shouts and you scream “I am!” Robin wraps her arms around you and you do the very same. She squeezed you so tight you might explode. She is still as energetic as ever. Robin has been your best friend since middle school. You’ve missed her so much you almost start to cry.
“I can't believe you are here, I thought you dropped off the face of the planet!” She says and you laugh. “Honestly, I was just really depressed.” You reply. “I’m sorry for being a bad friend.” You sit back down and finish your breakfast, Robin leans against the doorframe. She gives Steve a suspicious look, “Is this why you wouldn't let me come over yesterday?” Steve almost chokes on his food. “I mean, yeah but we were planning a surprise! We are all going to hideout tonight to celebrate.” “I’m totally in, but do you think I could steal Y/N for the day?” Robin looks at Steve and Steve glances at Eddie. Why is Eddie suddenly your keeper? “As long as you wash her and bring her back.” Eddie chimes in and you laugh and gently shove him with your shoulder. “Hell yes! Let's go shopping. I need new shoes.” Robin cheers, and you giggle at Eddie's dumb comment. You grab your duffle bag on the floor and take it to the bathroom with you to get dressed. You grabbed a black t-shirt, and a pair of ripped jeans, and topped off your look with classic Converse. After adding silver rings and chains to your look you smooth out your shirt and look in the mirror. You add a touch of makeup to cover up the fact that you didn't get much sleep. After all the preparation, you meet Robin at the door. “You ready?” She asks as you grab your jacket and your wallet. You nod and wave at Eddie, who finally made his way to the kitchen for a second cup of coffee. “I’ll be back later, guys!” You announce. All three of the boys say goodbye in unison, which ultimately makes you laugh. After deciding to take Robin’s car, you both hop in and buckle your seatbelts. “Okay okay, tell me everything.” Robin says while pulling out of the parking lot. “Oh god, where do I even start?” You let out a groan, “Okay, first of all, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I abandoned you guys, that was really lame of me. I missed you all so much.” “Apology accepted.” Robin said. “I was never mad at you, I figured life had gotten in the way. I almost wanted to track you down and show up on your doorstep.” She laughs and you smile at her. “I would have totally been cool with that.” You reply. “Where are we going anyway?” “To Starcourt mall.” She finally tells you. “That place still exists?!” You ask. Robin and Steve used to work at this ice cream shop in the food court. You would visit them during their shift almost every day. “I know, I am just as surprised as you are.” Robin replies with a laugh.
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(Ain’t No Love) In This Club | Mafia!Kirsten Dodgen x Reader
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Synopsis: You’re brought to a rich person’s club for a night of fun, only to catch the eye of a powerful, beautiful woman named Kirsten.
Tw: Cursing, suggestive. MDNI.
Any pictures used are for aesthetic purposes only and aren’t indicative of one’s body type or race. Any relation to any real person or place is purely coincidental.
Word Count: ~7.3k
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It is a chilly day when Kirsten first lays her eyes on you. Clad in a long sleeve baby blue top, matching stockings, and a white miniskirt and heels, she can’t help but stare at you from the cafe across the street.
You’re waiting on something, your eyes darting back and forth on the street in between texting your phone. Your foot taps the ground as you wait, one hand on your hip.
“You should go up and talk to her,” a voice says, causing Kirsten to snap out of her trance. Looking over, she sees her friend and subordinate, Latrice, looking at her with a small smirk, laptop in front of her. Kirsten rolls her eyes, taking another sip of her coffee.
“Oh please,” she says in dismissal, putting her cup down, “why in the world would I do that?” Was she embarrassed? No. In her line of work there’s no need for embarrassment, although she can feel heat crawl up her neck. She schools her face back to its neutral stance.
“As if you haven’t been staring at her for the past five minutes,” Latrice retorts as she swirls her spoon in her cup. “Come on, Kirsten. We’re only here for a few weeks at most, you might as well have some fun while you’re at it.” Latrice shrugs as she teases her, looking back over to you with curiosity in her eyes. “She is a cutie, isn’t she?”
Kirsten looks back over to you, still waiting patiently, before quickly looking away.
“I’m not here to ‘have fun’, Latrice. I’m here to close this deal and then we can go home.” At that declaration, Latrice rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, so you can do even more work. I know how much you love to torture yourself.” Kirsten scoffs in fake offense.
“Says you, of all people. Who did I have to convince to leave her office to even come to Korea with me?” She bites back, smiling as Latrice avoids her eyes.
“Fine, fine. Ms. All-work-and-absolutely-zero-play,” Kirsten rolls her eyes at her, and they both turn their gaze back to you. “Although, who knows if you’ll get the chance to see her again. Don’t want to let these opportunities pass you by,” Latrice says in a sing song voice.
You’re on the phone now, beckoning a guy over. He hands you a bag, and your thick hair falls over your shoulder as you check the contents. You smile, patting the guy on the arm before he whispers in your ear.
“Hmm, is that her boyfriend?” Latrice wonders out loud, and Kirsten narrows her eyes at the sentence. Latrice noticed her change in demeanor out of the corner of her eye. “Would suck for you. The one girl you’ve found any interest in is taken, that has to hurt– ouch!” Latrice rubs her arm after Kirsten delivers a light smack to it.
“Hush. You know nothing,” Kirsten says, downing the rest of her coffee.
“You could know something if you just went over there and talked to her, you know that, right?” Latrice grumbles again, looking at Kirsten now.
Before she can respond, her bodyguard taps her on the shoulder, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“Mr. Park has decided to set the meeting for tonight.” Kirsten raises an eyebrow, a small smile on her face. Park Taeyung, also known as Cobra, was a local, but very rich landlord of residential and entertainment buildings around the city. His clientele consisted of rich socialites, who were the only ones who could afford his services, and he made a pretty penny off of it. Though not a lot of people knew that he ran various gambling and strip clubs around the city, and tonight they were going to have a little chat about his business practices.
“Good,” she says back, “tell him to meet me at the Black Boar.” She turns to Latrice and cracks her neck, shaking off the boredom from her bones. “Well, Latrice, looks like we may be leaving Korea earlier than we thought.”
Latrice starts gathering her things, sending the bodyguard off to get their car. “Well, if all of this goes well…”
Kirsten smirks, “Oh, I have a feeling it will, and if not, then we’ll make it work in our favor.”
She looks over to where you were standing, only to find you gone.
Bummer.
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The Black Boar is a club you could only dream of entering. You would hear rumors of the debauchery that goes on under the surface, rich people coming from all over to see it, and since you were in town, you would pass by it occasionally.
But when your friend Hye Jin invited you to the bar, saying that her boyfriend could get you in, you were skeptical –excited, but skeptical nonetheless–. You didn’t know what Hye Jin's boyfriend did for a living, none of your business really, but at times it did come off shady when you would hear Hye Jin describe it to you, with their black suits, and the suspicious amount of money he would bring in. But again, none of your business.
But you accepted the invitation to go out anyway, needing a break from working and wanting to party. Though, Hye Jin’s boyfriend warning you to ‘wear something nice’, and gifting you a very risky outfit to wear was not doing anything to ease your worries.
Long story short it was suspicious as hell.
But you just smiled when he handed it to you, looking at the brand on the bag and jaw almost dropping.
It was a House of CB bag, and the dress inside looked expensive as hell.
“This dress is the same cost as two weeks of groceries! What the fuck?”
You just couldn’t believe it. Well, you couldn’t show up to a rich person's club and wear cheap clothes, but hell, a damn near three hundred (American) dollar dress was not something to be given away so easily.
You wondered why you were given this dress in the first place. They could’ve easily allowed you to pick something for yourself, but instead he bought it for you.
Was he calling you poor, you scoffed as you walked into Hye Jin’s apartment.
Well, you are, but that doesn’t make it right!
You looked into the bag once you got in the guest room, pulling the dress out. It was pink, and very, very short, and when you tried it on, it barely stopped below your ass.
“Welp, hope no one needs me to bend over tonight.” You laughed at your own joke, doubting anyone would be getting laid tonight. If anything, you’d be sitting on the sidelines as Hye Jin and her boyfriend suck on each other’s faces.
You rolled your eyes, and started to get ready for the night ahead.
And trust and believe, your prediction was right.
Getting into the club was easy enough, you even got let in ahead of the line because Hye Jin’s boyfriend showed his ID or something. You weren’t really paying attention, too busy trying to get a bearing of your surroundings.
He led you down a flight of stairs, where you could hear music blasting from halfway down, shaking the floor a bit.
There were people everywhere, and amongst them you could recognize a few socialites, actors, and idols. They were pressed together under the flashing lights of the club, dancing, drinking, and oh, doing drugs as well!
“What the hell have I got myself into,” you muttered to yourself, following Hye Jin to a booth as her boyfriend went to get you both drinks.
And now, after two drinks and a shot, they had gone to make out on the wall, clearly abandoning you.
“Why the fuck was I invited here?” You take another sip of your drink, an Amaretto Sour, or at least try to, but you find that it’s empty. Another inconvenience to your night. But you aren’t going to let this night go to waste, so you decide to grab another drink, hoping that this one would get you to loosen up enough to go out on the dance floor.
Leaning against the bar, you wait patiently for the bartender to come over for ten minutes, having to almost scream against the loud music for him to hear you once he finally comes. You go to pay for it, but the bartender shakes his head.
“Already been paid for, Miss.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, eyes darting around as you try and find whoever would have done this for you. The bartender points over to a group of people in a private area, huddled around a large table, clad in fancy suits and talking amongst themselves. They kind of remind you of the people Hye Jin’s boyfriend works with, from what you’ve been told. They look dangerous, and you want nothing to do with any of them.
But would you turn down a free drink? No, of course not.
Especially not after you make eye contact with a particular woman sitting in the middle of all of them. Her face is cool and controlled, silver hair slicked back and black off-the-shoulder dress hugging her body oh-so nice. She has brown skin, and her eyes seem to be piercing into you as she leans back into her seat, arm resting on the back of the couch.
God, she’s hot. And looking slightly familiar, too.
But still, you want nothing to do with any of them, so you avert your eyes and accept the drink wearily, and once you are done, it is off to the dance floor you go.
~~~
Kirsten is bored.
That’s the prevailing feeling in her body as she enters into the Black Boar, Latrice and her bodyguard following right behind her.
While she shouldn’t be taking this deal lightly, nor should she be so cocky as to think everything would work out in her favor –which it will, but still–, she could taste the air of New Zealand now, and she wants to get this over with as soon as possible.
She is immediately approached by a tall man in a suit, brown eyes not meeting her own as he bowed.
“Greetings, Ms. Dodgen. Cobra has been expecting you,” is all he says before leading them to a semi private section, which has Kirsten scoffing. She wasn’t the type to do business so out in the open like this.
The section has a large sofa and two arms chairs flanking it, with a glass table in the middle. On the sofa sits Cobra, a lanky man with glasses and thick black hair. From his appearance, you couldn’t tell what type of business he’s in, but that’s exactly what allows him to slip under the radar like he does.
Once he spots her, he springs up, a smile on his face.
“Ms. Dodgen! So lovely to see you here,” Kirsten holds out her hand for him, and he grabs it gently in his hands, kissing the ring on her finger as he bows. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me here on such short notice. I apologize for not setting a time sooner. Please sit.” He gestures to where he sat on the sofa, and guides her to her seat. Latrice stands beside her, one hand behind her back, the other holding a briefcase, while her bodyguard stands outside the section, guarding it.
“And why exactly are we meeting so out in the open like this?” She keeps her face bare of emotion, her voice level, just like she had always been taught to do.
Cobra falters under her stare as he sits down in the armchair beside her. “Well, Ms. Dodgen, I’d like to keep an eye on things out here, especially with the type of clients that frequent my club. I don’t want there to be any mishaps. But please, rest assured that no one will be interrupting us.”
“Your club, hm?” Kirsten questions as she tilts her head, tapping her fingers on the armrest of the sofa.
“Pardon?” Cobra squeaks out, breaking out in a nervous sweat.
“You said that this,” Kirsten points to the club around them, “is your club. But you don’t own it, do you? You just manage it.” A waiter pours alcohol into a glass for her, and she gives it to Latrice to taste test it for poison –she did have the higher tolerance between the two– grabbing the glass back once she gave the clear.
“Ah, yes… yes! I manage it. Though the owner hasn’t been around for years. I inherited the position from the previous manager, and business has been smooth ever since, ma’am,” He says as he fidgets under Kirsten and Latrice’s combined stares.
“And have you ever thought to look at whose name is on the deed for this building? Or any of the other buildings around here?” She takes a sip of her drink –Brandy–, never breaking eye contact with him.
Kirsten watches the gears turn in his head, the realization slowly appearing in his eyes, then the fear, and it brings her so much satisfaction. She likes it when people are afraid of her.
“I… I sincerely apologize, Ms. Dodgen. I did not intend to disrespect–” Kirsten holds up a hand to silence him.
“Your club, hm? Your clubs, your hotels, your apartment complexes, your country club, well, they’re all owned by me. My name is on the deed to each and every single one of those buildings, and just because I am out of the country, you decide that you could just run wild and do whatever you want, correct?”
Cobra looks like he would piss himself at this very moment, shaking his head in denial.
“Never! I would never do any harm to your business at all!” He quivers, and Kirsten hides her incoming smile behind another sip of her drink.
In mock disappointment, she says, “And imagine my shock when I discovered that the manager of my club, the club that I invested my hard earned money in to build off the ground, was taking money from me?” Cobra opens his mouth to speak, but Kirsten stops him, eyes full of venom. “Park Taeyung, if you interrupt me while I’m speaking one more time, I will cut your tongue out myself.” He closes his mouth without another sound. “Why, with all of the drugs, the prostitutes, and weapons passing in here and my other buildings, I should be making way more than I am now, and yet,” she slams her glass back down on the table. Cobra jumps in his seat. “And yet, I have to fly all the way to Korea to see what the fuck has happened to my money. Do you have any idea how much you owe me? 8 billion won from Q1 alone. How do you intend to repay me, Cobra?”
He sits there, silent.
“Speak, Cobra. You haven’t lost your tongue yet.” She takes pleasure in the fear on his face.
“Ms. Dodgen, I-I can’t possibly get that money to you now.”
She tilts her head. “And why not? Business seems to be going well enough around here. Why, from what I know you have to be bringing in around 50 million Won a week, and that’s at the club alone. I’m sure you can find the money somewhere, no?”
As he sits there, blubbering excuses to her face, that’s when she notices you, walking into the club. You look absolutely gorgeous in that pink dress of yours, your hair framing your face and legs on display for everyone to see.
God if she wasn’t working right now. She’d take you home with her and bend you over her lap–
Cobra’s voice is starting to annoy her, and she needs another drink.
She calls the waiter over, pointing to her cup to refill it. To Latrice it goes to test it, and then back to her.
She brings the waiter down to whisper quietly in his ear, ignoring Cobra and his excuses entirely. “You see that girl in pink,” she says, watching his eyes follow you as you throw back a shot of something. “I’ll cover the cost of whatever she orders for tonight.” She sends him away, focusing her attention back to Cobra.
“Frankly, Cobra. I do not care about what excuses you have. I want my money, and I’m giving you until the end of the year to get it.”
“Seven months? Please, ma’am, I need more time–”
“You stole my money in even less time, so I really don’t want to hear any of it.” She can only think of you right now, in that short dress of yours, dancing with her, under her, tangled in her sheets.
“And since you have no problem with using my club to do your dirty work, I have a task for you,” she runs a finger around the edge of her cup. “You will use this club to smuggle guns in from New Zealand.” She watches his eyes widen, and before he can protest, she continues, “I have a lot of willing clients ready to buy them, and you wouldn’t try and get in the way of that, would you?”
He stays silent once more.
“Yes, or no, Cobra?”
“N-No ma’am, I wouldn’t.” He holds his head down, avoiding her eyes.
She smiles, “Good boy, Cobra. Latrice here has already written up a contract for you,” she motions for Latrice to give him the papers, which she holds in her briefcase. She hands him a pen as well.
“How am I supposed to avoid suspicion with the cops?” Cobra asks, eyes darting from her to Latrice.
“You’re a smart boy. Figure it out,” Kirsten coos, watching him read it over. As he is doing that, her eyes roam around the club, looking for you.
You’re at the bar, talking to the bartender as he hands you your drink. The bartender points over to her direction, and she makes eye contact with you. You bite your lip, looking her up and down, and Kirsten fights the urge to smirk. You quickly turn away, practically downing the rest of your drink.
When she turns back to Cobra, he is finally signing the damn contract, and Latrice picks it up to put it back safely in its place.
“Now that this is all settled, get out of my sight. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the night, understand?” Cobra nods, bowing and leaving with his bodyguard in tow.
With him gone, Kirsten leans back in the chair, letting out a sigh.
“God, that took forever,” she complains and Latrice looks down at her with a smirk.
“Too busy thinking about your mystery girl to give your energy to Cobra?” Latrice teases, poking her in the shoulder. Kirsten rolls her eyes, waving her hand in dismissal. “Oh please, don’t think I haven’t seen the way you were staring at her.” Latrice looks over, tilting her head as she observes you. “She looks like she’s having fun, too.”
Kirsten follows her gaze to the dance floor, where you’re located, watching you grind your hips on a random guy, arms wrapped around another person’s neck as you sway your body.
Kirsten’s mood drops even further.
She wants to be the one touching you, hand on your hip, riding up so slow as you grind to the music.
And it only gets even worse when she sees who exactly you were dancing with.
Snake, Cobra’s right hand man and business partner. He is an ass that has questioned her subordinates’ authority many times, before moving to work under Cobra, where he began trying to buy out anything Kirsten wanted to invest in, and she did not want to see him tonight, especially while pulling you against him with his disgusting hands.
“Latrice?” Kirsten calls out. Latrice hums in response. “What would be the consequences of killing him right now?” She asks, never taking her eyes off of you two.
“Hmm, well, we’d be damaging our ties to not only Cobra, but the entire elite in the club at the moment, possible trouble with the police, too many witness to shut up, possible bribing needed, wiping away phones of any proof that we were here,” she lists off, counting on her fingers.
“Aka, a shit ton of money,” Kirsten says, exasperated.
“Aka, a shit ton of money,” Latrice repeats back.
Kirsten sucks her teeth, motioning to Latrice.
“Well, since this went so well, why don’t you have the contract dropped off home, and go enjoy yourself.” Latrice raises her eyebrows at her friend, smirking down at her.
“Oh, I thought you would want to go home immediately,” Latrice's eyes flicker over to you, still dancing with those guys, though you were moving away from Snake. “Do you have… other plans for tonight?” Latrice couldn’t help but tease her, knowing that her boss was currently struggling internally.
“You could say that,” Kirsten replies, eyes scanning your figure as your hips move, dragging your dress up little by little. “Now go, before I change my mind. Oh,” Kirsten calls Latrice back, “and get that bastard away from her.” She tries to hide the annoyance in her voice, but judging from the way Latrice laughs slightly, she fails.
“You got it, Boss,” Latrice says as she jokingly salutes her, laughing as she walks away.
Kirsten continues to watch you from her perch, wanting so bad to take you for herself.
~~~
When you started dancing, every inconvenience of the boring night disappeared. You don’t worry about Hye Jin and her weirdo boyfriend, you don’t worry about the suspicious reason you were invited, you don’t even worry about the large possibility of your tits popping out of your dress with how hard you were moving.
Well, that could just be the alcohol in your system, but who cares? You’re not worried about anything right now.
Well, not exactly.
You see, pretty soon after you start dancing, this guy comes up behind you. And of course he does! You look good –you usually don’t toot your horn so much but you’re drunk and that makes you even more confident than usual–, so of course guys are going to be drawn to you.
However, this guy is just weirding you out.
He introduces himself as some sort of animal. Sloth? Seal? Snack –not an animal but whatever–? You don’t know, you don’t care to remember.
He starts to talk your ear off as he grabs your hips to grind on his own.
“You know, I’ve been watching you for a while,” he said, and you just hummed in weak acknowledgement, continuing to dance. “I’m glad you came tonight, and in such a pretty dress too,” you feel his hand slide down your back, pinching the dress in your hand. “I’m glad I asked Tae Seon to bring you tonight. I’ll need to thank him later.”
Who the fuck was Tae Seon again?
Ah, Hye Jin’s boyfriend, you remembered. You never bothered to remember his name because it was never any of your business –girl code or whatever–.
But why the fuck would he need Hye Jin’s boyfriend –you forgot his name again– to bring you here? To meet this Sombra guy? Was this some sort of set up? Is that why they left you here by yourself?
Oh, you knew he was a fucking creep, and at the first opportunity you were telling Hye Jin to break up with him.
You want him to leave you alone, but you really don’t want to stop dancing, because then you’ll just be bored again. Every time you move away, he follows, and you’re trying really hard not to make him angry and potentially murder you.
You try to make him take the hint by grabbing the guy in front of you and dancing with him instead, but he still hasn’t gotten the point.
Between the touches on your ass and feeling his sad excuse for a dick through his pants, you are about to give up and leave the dance floor when you are tapped on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, Miss,” someone says to you in English. You turn your head to see one of the most beautiful girls you’ve ever seen. She has dark skin, and straight hair that falls down her shoulders, and was wearing a very expensive suit. You recognize her as one of the people standing next to the woman that bought your drink. The dangerous looking people, and suddenly her beauty was kind of taking the sidelines as your fight or flight response was kicking in.
However, she is distracting you from that Soup guy, so you welcome her attention.
“My friend over there wants you to talk to you,” she points over to a section of the club, where the woman from earlier is sitting, sipping on her drink leisurely. You make eye contact, and the smile she gives you is sultry. And that’s when it clicks.
These are the women from the fucking coffee shop!
They were staring at you for the longest when you were waiting on your dress from Hye Jin’s boyfriend –you really gotta stop forgetting these men’s names–. Frankly, you thought when you saw them at the coffee shop they gave off cute, girls-next-door vibes, however their energies here were the complete opposite. More seductive, more…attractive.
The woman leans in your ear, whispering, “she thinks you’re really beautiful, too.”
Now, you can sense the danger coming off her from a mile away, and you would be stupid to give her any attention.
However! There is also a very annoying guy behind you not letting go of your hips, and you’re really tired of him, and this is the perfect opportunity to escape from him. And well, you’re drunk! Consequences be damned, you were going to have fun tonight by any means necessary.
You turn back to the woman next to you, smiling seductively.
“Alright, lead the way then,” you say, and follow her to the section, swaying your hips a little.
A big man in a suit blocks your way as you approach. His stare is intimidating, and him being taller than you was not helping.
Suddenly, a voice so beautiful resounds through the air, somehow cutting over the loud music and still sounding so clear, “Let her through.”
It’s the woman with silver hair, and at her order the man immediately moved out of the way. She beckons you with her finger, and your legs move on their own as you enter her space. Her eyes scan over your figure, and it’s hard for you to see what emotion lies in them. But she is so, so pretty, so you don’t feel like you’re on display when she stares at you.
But she must have been satisfied with what she sees, because she points to the chair across from her. “Sit,” she orders, and you do so without question. God, her voice is so mesmerizing. It’s commanding but still has a hint of flirtiness to it.
“What’s your name, pretty?” She asks, swirling the drink in her hand.
“(Y/n). What’s yours?” You try to match her flirty tone as you take in her figure.
Clear skin glowing under the lights of the club, long legs poking out of the slit in her dress which is fitting oh-so well on her. It’s complemented by an expensive silver necklace shining so bright, fitting the dip in her breasts pushed up by the dress. You meet her eyes at the end of it, and they’re like a siren’s, an endless labyrinth pulling you in. They’re filled with amusement.
“You like what you see?” There’s a hint of laughter and cockiness as she speaks, clearly amused at having caught you staring.
“Do you?” You retort back, cocking your head to the side. If she wasn’t going to answer your question, you certainly weren’t going to answer hers.
Her gaze starts to burn into you.
Kirsten takes in the way your breasts are pushing out of the top of your dress, how much it hugs your curves, how well the color compliments your skin, the earrings dangling so pretty from your ears. She takes it all in and decides that you’re a much better sight up close than from afar.
“Yes, I do, very much.” She leans back in the chair, almost looking down at you in a way that is incredibly domineering. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
You raise an eyebrow at the question. “A girl like me can go wherever she pleases, no?” To that, Kirsten smirks.
What a cheeky girl. She’ll have fun breaking you down.
“I suppose so. Though usually I like to keep tabs on who comes in and out of this place, and you,” she sips out of her glass again, “are not someone I’ve seen before.”
You purse your lips, cheeks puffing slightly. “Yes you have,” you say matter-of-factly.
Now it was Kirsten’s turn to raise an eyebrow at your challenge of her word. “Pardon?”
“Earlier, when you were at the coffee shop. I saw you staring at me,” you smile coyly at her, leaning back in your chair. “As for our little meeting here, well, I guess we’re just attracted to each other, no? Fated to meet over and over again until one of us makes the first move.” You tap your thumbs on your fingers, trying to keep yourself grounded in the moment. It feels like her mere presence is making you dizzy, and you did not want to float away in front of this pretty woman.
Kirsten bites back the laugh that wants to come out. “Oh really now. And what makes you so sure of that?”
“Well, I wouldn’t be here right now if you weren’t even a little bit interested in me,” your eyes meet hers again, “And you wouldn’t have invited me over if I wasn’t a little bit interested in you either.” You bite your bottom lip, and Kirsten laughs, actually laughs at your response.
Oh, she is really starting to take a liking to you.
“I guess that’s true enough. I’m Kirsten,” she finally introduces herself, and you smile.
You must’ve passed the test, and she deems you worthy enough to know her name.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Nice to meet you, Kirsten.” Now you’re flirting, because you really want to feel her on you.
“I could say the same thing to you, though I’m sure you don’t need to be told how beautiful you are, right?” And she’s flirting right back, wanting nothing more than to take you right on this couch.
“Hmm,” you say as you pretend to think, “from any other boring guy in here, no. But if it’s from you, I’d love to hear it maybe once or twice.” You lean in, letting her have a better view of your chest, and you're delighted when you catch her looking, a smile on her lips.
“And what makes you think you deserve it?”
Oh, now she’s got you, her words are going straight to your cunt. You rub your thighs together, feeling the start of your arousal forming.
This action doesn’t go unnoticed by Kirsten, and if anything it gives her more ammunition for later.
But you aren’t going to back down so easily.
“Maybe it’s the fact that I caught you staring at me several times tonight. Don’t you think I deserve a reward for giving you something nice to look at?” You subtly run your fingers up your thigh, making the hem of your dress rise. You catch Kirsten looking again.
“Maybe, but you only get rewarded if you’ve done something good, and you, my dear, have done nothing for me yet,” she reaches the bottom of her glass, and motions for the waiter to refill it.
You hum, observing the way her slender fingers move around the brim of the cup, and the slight lipstick stain from where she drank out of it. You wonder how you would look, covered in the marks she made on you, lips finding purchase on every part of your body.
“I’m sure that when you give me the chance, you’ll be thoroughly satisfied,” your voice drops to a seductive low pitch, and by God do you want to pounce on her.
Though you did not get the reaction you expected. She looks past you, pretty mouth forming a scowl as annoyance creeps onto her face.
She still looks insanely hot, but you hope that ire isn’t directed at you.
She turns back to you, face returning back to its seductive allure.
“How about we take that chance now, hm? How fast can you think on your feet?” The question floors you as it departs from the previous sultry conversation.
You answer anyways, “I’d say I’m moderately quick.” When you’re drunk maybe, but she doesn’t need to know that.
Her eyes dart to something behind you, and she speaks again, “Soon, there’s going to be this really, really annoying man coming over here to try and talk to me. Now, I can’t exactly get rid of him like I want to at the moment, so I’m hoping you can help me give him a little push away from me.”
You raise an eyebrow at the provocation. “And how will I be able to help, exactly?” Did she want you to do her dirty work for her? You aren’t the type to try and fight people.
“Just sit here and look pretty. If he sees how occupied I am, he’ll get the hint and leave. You just gotta make it look natural, ok?” She leans in, and runs a finger over your hand. Her touch is tantalizing, and it sends sparks all over your body.
“Perfectly fine with me,” you say as you stand up, stepping closer to her. She looks up at you, raising an eyebrow despite the amused look in her eyes. You push on her shoulder gently, watching her lean back in the chair.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” Her voice is sharp, and to anyone else it would sound cold and angry, but you hear the hint of seduction in there. It only spurs you on more.
“You said to make it look natural, right?” You straddle her hips, dress riding up as you do so. “Better to start now rather than when he gets here, no?” Your faces are dangerously close, and you can feel her cool breath as it hits your lips, can smell the alcohol she had been drinking. You're sure she can smell it on you, too.
A smile works its way onto her face, and she takes her thumb and drags it over your lips. Feeling daring, you stick your tongue and give it a little lick, and you can hear her breath hitch.
God, Kirsten is going to ruin you.
You lean down to Kirsten’s neck, smelling the perfume she uses, strong scent invading your nose and causing your body to become jelly. Her presence is simply suffocating. You are becoming high off of her.
“Go on,” you whisper in her ear, “touch me too.” Your hand roams up and down her arm, dragging your nails on her smooth skin, leaving slightly red marks in your wake.
You feel her hands drag down your back, bunching your dress in her hands. She reaches further, grabbing handfuls of your ass before giving it a good smack.
You yelp, not expecting the sting, but you can’t deny that it only made you even hornier for the woman beneath you. One of her hands is now on your thigh, running up and down.
You can’t help the way you mewl when she drags her fingers on the inside of your thigh, extremely close to where you want her to touch you. Her hand inches closer and closer to your core, but you aren’t going to leave yourself at her mercy.
Your face meets her neck again, lips connecting to her pulse. Despite the situation she’s in, her heart still beats steady, and you find it unfair how your heart is about to rip out your chest.
You litter sweet, soft kisses on her neck, leaving lipstick marks in your wake, and you revel in the way she hums, though her hand never stop roaming your body.
That is, until an annoying, douchey voice pierced through your ears.
“I just need to talk to her!” Whoever it is, his voice is getting on your nerves, and right now, you’re much more focused on the woman in front of you.
You continue pressing kisses on her jaw, gripping her waist in your hands. The annoying man’s voice fades in the background as you continue to touch each other.
Kirsten sighs above you, readjusting you in her arms. She looks down at the intrusion with absolute boredom in her eyes.
“What is it, Snake?” You start sucking a mark in her neck, and Kirsten really wants this man to leave.
Snake stands there, blocked off by her bodyguard.
“Ms. Dodgen can we please talk,” he asks, but Kirsten ignores him in favor of tilting your head up to face her, pushing some of your hair out of your face.
Kirsten asks, “What’re you doing after this, hun?” You let out a giggle, pouting a bit.
“You aren’t planning on leaving me, are you?” You drag your fingers on her neck, and Kirsten grabs your hand and kisses it.
“Of course not, baby. Couldn’t leave a pretty girl like you all alone now, can I?” You let out another giggle, nuzzling her cheek with your nose.
“It’s very important Kirsten,” at the mention of her first name, Kirsten freezes, grip on your thigh getting harder. Her gaze turns deadly as she looks down at Snake, who is looking at her with a smirk.
“Do you really want to lose your life here, Snake?” Her words make you freeze and look at her from the side.
Her features are sharp and focused, and with how close you are, you can feel the danger roll off of her in waves. It makes goosebumps rise on your prickly skin.
But it also makes you extremely horny, despite your body telling you to run.
But you have a job to do, so really her threatening someone’s life was not really important right now.
You continue kissing on her neck, hands playing with the straps of her dress.
“I’d be willing to when it comes to my woman,” he says, eyes flickering to you.
If it were possible to frown any harder, Kirsten would have.
“Your woman? You couldn’t possibly mean this one right here.” She moves your hair over your shoulder, giving him a better view of you kissing her neck.
“She was promised to me for tonight,” he says, eyes roaming all over your figure, “don’t you think I should get my money’s worth?”
Money? What the fuck does he mean by that? Is this because of Hye Jin’s stupid boyfriend? Is this why you were given this expensive dress?
As you connect the dots in your head, Kirsten scoffs down at him.
What is it with men claiming things that belong to her as their own? It’s making her sick.
Kirsten picks up her drink, tapping you on your shoulder to look up at her.
“Here,” she says, putting the cup to your lips, where her lipstick mark is. You take a sip obediently, licking your lips afterwards.
Kirsten watches your throat bob as you drink, not looking at Snake as she answers.
“Currently, Snake, I don’t care what you paid for. She’s not going anywhere with you,” she puts her glass back on the table. “I’ve taken quite a liking to her, you see.” She plays with the hem of your dress, pushing her fingers under it just a bit.
“I didn’t take you for the type to try and break a proper business deal, Kirsten,” you feel her nails dig into your thigh, and you hiss into her ear. She is getting angrier. You dig your nails into her shoulder in return.
“You don’t know me at all, Snake, so I suggest you tread lightly when referring to her so flippantly,” Kirsten says through gritted teeth. You kiss her jaw, readjusting yourself on her lap so you’re straddling her thigh.
“When are we getting out of here,” you whine into her ear, wanting so bad to grind your hips on her thigh. You can feel her muscles flex under you and it’s driving you crazy.
Kirsten turns back to you, tapping you on the ass.
“We’ll leave as soon as I take care of this, ok?” You finally turn around, making eye contact with the man that’s been taking Kirsten’s attention away from you, glaring at him slightly.
Through your drunken haze, you see him staring at you with sickening lust in his eyes.
“You remember me, babe? Come down from there and sit with me for tonight. I paid a lot of money for that dress you’re wearing and I intend to cash in on it,” he tries to order you.
You scoff, turning back to Kirsten with a pout.
“Baby,” you say, loud enough for that Sake guy to hear. Kirsten hums, “who is this loser?” You let out a giggle as Kirsten laughs.
She really fucking likes you, a lot.
Snake’s ears turn red in anger, though neither of you care enough about him to look and see it.
“Nobody you need to worry about, love,” she says, waving her hand in dismissal. “Snake, I’m done with you for tonight. Leave now, while I’m being kind.”
Snake scowls, moving to rush you both. “Listen here, you dumb whore–” Before he can say more, Kirsten’s bodyguard punches him in the stomach, and pushes him to the ground.
“Get him the fuck out of here, now.” Kirsten orders, not bothering to watch as her bodyguard takes Snake away from her section.
You smile, dragging a hand down Kirsten’s chest.
“How’d I do?” You ask, leaning back again. You don’t want to move yet, and from the way she’s pulling you closer to her, she doesn’t want you to move either.
“Absolutely wonderful, my dear. I even got a good laugh out of it,” She caresses the back of your neck, pulling your head back to bare your neck to her. You feel her breath ghost over your neck, and her tongue licks a long stripe against your pulse. Your breathing becomes heavy, and you start to buck your hips against her thigh.
Her lips meet your jaw, hands grabbing your hips to still them.
“I think I deserve a reward, no?” You say, now face-to-face with her. Your lips are barely an inch away from hers, and you want to close the gap so bad.
“I absolutely agree,” Kirsten smiles and grabs your chin, pulling you down to meet her soft lips.
You sigh into her mouth, hands gripping her shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.
The kiss is much softer than you expected it to be, more gentle. But you wanted more, needed more.
So you press your lips harder against hers, and Kirsten, not one to step down from a challenge, meets you with equal force. She sneaks her hand into your hair, giving it a tug and reveling in the way you gasp. She uses that opportunity to push her tongue in your mouth, eliciting a moan from you. Her hands starts moving your hips again, making you buck on her thigh.
Only too soon does Kirsten pull away from you, and you whine at the loss of her touch.
“Why don’t we get out of here, huh? This couch isn’t big enough for what I want to do to you,” Kirsten says, smirking at the pure want on your face.
You can only nod rapidly, following her out the club in pure anticipation for the night ahead.
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wear your silver linings close to your skin | nolan patrick
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summary: when at falcon lake, there was no nolan patrick without amelia gauthier—at least, that was the case until life took them on separate paths. but when amelia returns to falcon lake for the first time in years, she realizes things aren't all that different
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warnings: drinking, really bad worldbuilding because i wanted to keep this short, and tk actually having brain cells
a/n: i know this isn't my typical quinn content, but i'm trying to get over a writer's block, so bear with me; also, if you wanna know what amelia's listening to, check out #amelia's song recs
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Amelia Gauthier's backyard looked as it always did once summer rolled around: familiar crowds congregating in their little groups, catching up on what they'd missed since they saw each other last year while music tangled with the whispering breeze and chirping insects. In the distance, they could see the sun lowering toward the horizon, its reflection rippling against the buoyant waves of the lake.
This was summer.
Not the running through the bustling crowds to get into some overrated club in Toronto with friends who weren't really her friends that she'd been doing for the past few years. That was never summer to her.
But the thought of that was washed from her brain as she took a swig of her chilled beer. She laughed at something an old friend said, her crinkled eyes never leaving the image of the fire against the backdrop of the lake. It was all so calming, even with the music blasting from who knew where, that she questioned why she'd chosen to leave this all behind in the first place.
"You know, I hear Nolan should be here soon," Scarlett said when she and Amelia broke off into their own conversation. Her eyes held a teasing gleam that painted the smirk on her lips as nothing but trouble.
Amelia shook her head, finally tearing her gaze from the landscape to stare at the bottle in her hand. "Isn't he always? It's that time of year again."
"First time since you've moved back."
Amelia had foregone a response in favour of downing the rest of her beer when, even over the music, her ears perked up at the sound of familiar footsteps crunching over the grass. She averted her attention to her left.
"Speak of the Devil," Scarlett mumbled, bringing her beer bottle to her lips.
With Travis Konecny in tow, Nolan Patrick was walking into her backyard. To this day, Amelia never knew where the line between her family's property started and his ended. It didn't really matter when they were children running wild.
A smile stretched over her face as she waved her arm at him, and she could see the softest tug of his lips. She stood up once he was close enough, her arms wrapping around his neck while his came around her waist. Their bodies swayed as they allowed themselves to indulge in their first hug in years.
"I can't believe you're here," he mumbled.
"It's good to be back." Amelia reluctantly pulled away, letting her eyes track his face—the scruff, the striking blues of his eyes, the long hair kept under his cap. He looked a lot more mature. "I've missed you."
"So, who's this pretty lady?" Travis asked, letting his presence be known.
Amelia slipped past Nolan, whose hand settled on her waist as she extended hers out for Travis. "Amelia. Nolan's friend. I, uh, know who you are, Travis. TK? Teeks?"
"It's whatever you want, Amelia." He smirked—more of a shit-eating grin than anything.
She glanced at Nolan when his hand squeezed her hip. He didn't say anything. Amelia swallowed the lump in her throat before gesturing to the two open seats beside each other, one of which had just been hers, marked by the worn-in cushion she'd placed there. "Have a seat. You guys want anything to drink?"
A few moments later, Amelia was heading into her house with Nolan trailing behind. She browsed through the fridge for some beer as Nolan's footsteps padded into the kitchen.
"What're you doing back?" he asked in his deep and mumbled voice. "S'been years since anyone's seen you."
Amelia grabbed a bottle opener and moved toward the island counter. She kept her gaze down, pretending to be focused on removing the caps as though she hadn't been a bartender for most of her adult life. "I live here again. Have been for the past few months."
Nolan's eyebrows furrowed as his head tilted. "What happened?"
Silence brewed between them as Amelia played with the bottle opener. The boisterous voices outside seeped into the house, urging her to speak everything into existence before another person walked in and was subjected to hearing the same story she'd uttered one too many times since moving back to Falcon Lake. Besides, this was Nolan she was talking to: He used to know every soul-consuming thought of hers.
Amelia mustered up the courage to meet his soft and inquisitive gaze. "I couldn't say yes, Nolan."
"Say yes? Say yes to what?"
"My ex—he proposed, and I couldn't say yes," she elucidated with the ghost of a cry in her throat. The fact Nolan had no idea she had even been dating someone had been indicative enough of how long it'd been since they'd seen or talked to each other. "He didn't want to wait, so I left, and now I'm back."
Nolan's gaze shifted with the all too familiar sympathy she'd frequently been on the receiving end of. "I'm sorry."
Amelia shook her head dismissively. "It's done. It's in the past, and I'm moving on."
Nolan let his frown deepen when she handed him his drink with a smile that made it seem like the rather depressing topic of a failed relationship hadn't just happened. Or the realization that it'd been so long since they talked that he was heedless to what she'd been going through.
She grabbed his face, her grasp delicate and gentle, and scrunched her nose at him. "Smile, Pat."
Amelia had walked away with her and Travis's drinks before he could protest, though he couldn't help the slight curving of his lips as he chased after her.
That was the Amelia he knew.
Nolan's long strides had allowed him to reach the fire shortly after Amelia, despite her head start. As she handed Travis his drink, Nolan mumbled a warning before holding her hips and slipping past her, oblivious to the quick glance over her shoulder she'd sent him or the way the layers of clothing between them did nothing to keep his skin from burning hers. Nolan sat down in what used to be Amelia's seat, sending Scarlett an acknowledging nod.
Amelia settled on the armrest of Nolan's Adirondack, slipping her feet out of her Birkenstocks to tuck them under his thighs for some stability. She started talking to Travis like the good host she was, keeping the conversation light and never faltering, even when Nolan grabbed onto her calf like it was one last security measure that would prevent her from losing balance and tumbling onto the ground.
His thumb rubbed soft circles against her skin the way he'd always done every summer growing up—a soothing gesture that comforted her when the thunder boomed loudly. It'd eventually grown to something he did whenever he could.
Travis's gaze shot to where Nolan's hand was placed on Amelia's leg, how instinctive the move was. He couldn't hide his smirk, though he surprisingly kept his mouth shut. He could pester Nolan about it later that night.
The sun continued its descent, pulling hazy indigo across the sky until all that illuminated the backyard was the crackling fire and the warm, cozy lights strung between the boughs of trees far older than anyone on that property.
Amelia tapped Nolan's shoulder, and he looked away from Travis with his eyebrows raised, focused entirely on her and not the long-winded story his former teammate was telling. She leaned down, whispering, "Can't feel my butt anymore. Think you can scooch over a bit?"
"Just sit on my lap," he mumbled, and her gaze fell to where his shorts had ridden up, revealing the tattoos decorating the skin of his muscular thighs. Those were new. Though Amelia supposed, nearly everything about him was new to her.
"I seriously doubt sitting on pure muscle is gonna be any comfier than this armrest," she said dryly.
Nolan sighed before lifting his hips, pulling the cushion out from under him. He placed it on his thighs, and Amelia rolled her eyes, though she slid off the armrest and curled up on his lap, draping one arm around his neck. His arm wound around her body, ensuring she wouldn't slip off onto the ground.
Something about this made her feel like they were seventeen again.
"Comfortable, dear Amelia?" he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
She scrunched her nose, pulling the sleeves of her oversized hoodie over her hands as the breeze picked up. All signs of feigned annoyance were replaced with zeal in a split second when one of their friends shouted that they were leaving, and Amelia waved at them eagerly.
Travis noted how no one seemed to bat an eyelash at Nolan and Amelia, and he wondered just how much he actually knew about his friend's life back home. Better yet, how much he didn't know about how friend's "friend."
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"Rise and shine, Amelia!" Nolan shouted in the direction of her house on his way to the dock.
A few minutes later, she kicked open the door to the backyard with a cooler and fishing rod in hand, eyes struggling to stay open. She tripped over an empty can of beer left behind from the various kickbacks she'd hosted in the past few weeks, and Nolan's snicker was as clear as day. He received a half-hearted middle finger in response.
"Mornin', Travis," Amelia mumbled when she reached the dock at the same time as him. He uttered one back, biting back a laugh at her dishevelled appearance. She handed Nolan her things, and he placed them to the side before helping her onto the rocking boat.
It didn't take long for them to make it out into the water, fishing rods hanging off the edge of the boat with hopes of biting fish. The sun pelted down on them, and Amelia's skin glistened with sweat and sunscreen. The only thing cooling her down was the chilled drinks in the cooler.
Amelia used the time they spent waiting for the fish to catch on their hooks to talk to the two men on the boat with her. She didn't think she was the talkative type, but compared to Nolan, holding a conversation with her didn't seem like talking to a brick wall. Compared to Travis, however, she quickly relented the title of 'Most Outgoing.'
It was good, though. Amelia enjoyed herself, enjoyed the simplicity of life that came with talking to friends while on a boat.
And suddenly, the years apart from Nolan didn't seem like so many, and Travis didn't feel like someone she'd met just a few days ago.
Nolan grumbled as he recast the fishing rod. Amelia paid no mind to his growing grumpiness as she was happily sprawled out across the seats. She'd gone fishing with him enough times to know that this was typical Nolan behaviour, and she wasn't going to let it stop her from soaking up the sun's rays, knowing she'd come back to shore with the wonkiest tan lines.
"Lighten up, Pat." Travis smacked Nolan's arm.
All Nolan did was grunt.
Amelia let her eyes adjust to the brightness of the sun as she tossed a glance at the two men. "It's just one of those days, eh, Nolan?"
Another grunt.
A laugh left her lips, and Nolan couldn't help the smile creeping on his face. His gaze found Travis, who teasingly wiggled his eyebrows. His expression immediately dropped, but the moment he looked away, he was trying to fight off his ever-growing smile. All his efforts to stave it off couldn't hide the deeper flush of his naturally rosy cheeks, however.
The three of them stayed out there for hours, snacking on the sandwiches Amelia had made and washing them down with more beer. The sun had relented its strength by then, and the wind whipped past until goosebumps riddled Amelia's skin. Despite the biting chill, the lulling effects of alcohol were enough to make her feel sleepy.
She didn't know how long she'd been nodding off before Nolan tossed over his sweater and went to grab a blanket he'd stored under one of the seats. She thanked him, voice laced heavily with sleep, when he draped the blanket over her body, almost tucking her in.
"Wake me up when you catch something," she told him, snuggling into his sweater.
Nolan merely smiled before returning to where he'd been perched with Travis.
It was a few minutes later, after Amelia's quiet snores echoed into the air when Travis spoke up. "So...you and Amelia?"
Nolan spared her sleeping figure a glance. "What about me and Amelia?"
"Really?" Travis stared at him blankly. "You and Amelia! Any history?"
A dark red spilled across Nolan's complexion. "Just friends. Always have been."
"Not even a kiss?"
Nolan shook his head.
Travis had skepticism written all over his face. "So, if I flirted with her, you'd be fine with it?"
"No."
Travis smirked all too smugly at how quickly Nolan responded.
"You have a wife and kid back home."
"I know that, but are you more upset at the fact I'd be unfaithful to my wife or the fact I'd be flirting with Amelia?"
Nolan clenched his jaw.
"Definitely the second option."
"Seriously, Teeks," Nolan sighed. "She and I have always been like this. We grew up together."
"So, you two have always had feelings for each other, is what I'm hearing?" Travis grinned when Nolan rolled his eyes. "Is that why you never really got with anyone in Philly?"
"I'm not exactly the talking type," Nolan reminded with a scoff. "Not in Philly anyway."
Travis waved him off. "Chicks dig hockey players. You wouldn't even need to do much talking anyway."
Another roll of his eyes.
"Pat, I've never seen you act the way you do with Amelia."
"You also know me when I'm in Philly," Nolan pointed out, leaning into his seat and scanning the landscape of trees in the distant shoreline and the soft waves lapping against the anchored boat. "It's different out here."
"I've come out here with you before, Pat. I know enough about your life here," said Travis as he reeled in the fishing line after yet another unsuccessful attempt at catching a fish. "But you never mentioned her. Buddy, I know you: You're the type of person who keeps what he loves close to him because you don't want anyone to take them away from you."
The muscles in Nolan's jaw ticked as his knuckles went white around the fishing rod. He glanced at Amelia, and his expression softened involuntarily.
"Man, if only you could see the look you're giving her," Travis goaded.
Nolan scoffed, turning back to his teammate. "I never said anything because she left with no intention of coming back here, okay? She had her whole life sorted out in Toronto, and she's only back because she couldn't say yes to her ex. I don't know what his name is. I didn't even know she was dating someone."
Travis took in Nolan's expression and tone. Frustration at the fact Travis wouldn't drop the subject. More frustration that he'd been so out of the loop on Amelia's life when they used to be two peas in a pod. Guilt that he had lost contact with her, despite how her parents had lived in Falcon Lake year-round up until recently, though she hadn't done the best job at keeping up with him either. Maybe even a hint of anger that she'd left in the first place: Falcon Lake was supposed to be their place, and while he had kept returning, she'd run off and stayed away.
But above it all, Travis spotted the ghost of a young teenager who had been so infatuated with his neighbour.
"Did you ever ask why she didn't say yes?" Travis questioned.
Nolan shook his head. The thought of even hearing her talk about another guy made his heart clench.
"Have you ever thought that maybe it's because of you?"
Nolan averted his attention to Amelia. He could admit he'd thought about what she had told him that first night—how her ex didn't want to wait for her to be ready. No one could blame him, but Nolan wondered why he wouldn't make an exception for a girl like Amelia. Because he would've waited. He would've waited his whole life for her.
A few minutes later, something clung onto the hook of Nolan's rod. His face lit up with excitement as he scrambled to reel it in, and Travis let out a cheer when the bass breached the surface of the water, flailing in the air helplessly.
Amelia stirred around, a sleepy whine clawing out of her throat. Her eyes fluttered open, and she took in her surroundings, from how the sky had turned into a pretty pink colour that reminded her of peonies to how the boys were focused on the fish they'd just caught. She stretched her arms above her head, letting the blanket fall to the floor as she sat up.
"Are the fish biting?" she asked, eyes barely open.
Nolan turned his head. "I'm sorry. Did we wake you?"
Amelia waved him off, grabbing the blanket to wrap around her shoulders as she made her way over to him and Travis, who was holding the fish by the mouth. "Oh, she's a beauty, eh?"
Travis laughed. "Oh, yeah."
"How many did you guys catch while I was asleep?"
"Just this one."
"So the fish were not biting," Amelia concluded.
Nolan shook his head, draping his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into his side, oblivious to the suggestive look Travis was sending him.
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A few weeks later, Travis had gone home, and since Amelia had piled on the closing shifts at the bar in town, Nolan had been left to keep busy while she caught up on sleep during the day.
Not that it was particularly difficult for him to do: He was usually out on the water, fishing, enjoying a cold one with some friends, or trekking the familiar nearby trails since it wasn't quite hunting season yet.
Nolan pounded his fist against Amelia's door before heading over to his house, the bass he'd just caught still in his grasp. He set up the grill on his back porch, turning his head with a smile when he heard Amelia's soft greeting.
She poked her head over his shoulder, making a passing comment about the fish before making her way to the picnic table. She sat down, bringing her feet up and hugging her knees close to her chest. Neither of them said anything as Nolan grilled the fish, and Amelia started some music from her phone, yet they were perfectly content with that.
Amelia let herself stare at Nolan. His shirt stretched across the expanse of his back, his long hair poked out from under his hat, and he didn't seem to care as he quietly sang along to the Ziggy Alberts song playing in the background. A part of her hated how she didn't mind the greasiness of his appearance, the way the putrid scent of fish had clung to his clothes.
But that was the Nolan she knew: the calm, easy-going, folk-and-indie-rock-loving man who didn't care about the superficial. Not the reserved, tense former top NHL prospect Nolan Patrick that had been called a bust one too many times.
And frankly, she loved her version of Nolan much more.
Nolan brought dinner to the picnic table, and they started eating in no time, sharing old stories that made them laugh until their stomachs hurt and their cheeks were sore. The smiles tattooed on their faces were relaxed and genuine in a way it hadn't been in the past few years for either of them. If they could, they'd sit there with each other for the rest of their lives.
"Remember how I used to call you Nolie?" Amelia asked, stuffing her mouth with some food.
Nolan rolled his eyes. "And you stopped. Let's keep it that way."
Amelia laughed. "Hey, all of your hockey friends had a nickname for you. I needed one for you, too, Nolie."
"Don't push it." He narrowed his eyes.
She merely grinned. "I'm surprised you never gave me a nickname. Travis started calling me GoGo within, like, the first few hours of meeting me."
Nolan lowered his gaze with a soft smile, playing around with his food. "I like your name the way it is. No point in shortening it or anything."
"You're a sap."
They continued eating and sitting out in the backyard as the sky darkened with night's comings. Amelia ran to her house to plug in the lights in her backyard, letting the warm rays dimly seep onto Nolan's property. When she returned, the music had loudened, and her body danced along to the rhythm.
Amelia came up to Nolan with a bounce in her step, coaxing a smile from him as she extended an enticing hand out. He grabbed on, letting her walk him a few feet away as Mt. Joy's Silver Lining started playing.
They moved together, uncaring and free-spirited. Amelia laughed as Nolan spun her around, the lyrics belting from their throats into the balmy summer evening. Her heart raced as she found herself in his arms again, languidly swaying to one song, then another, and another until they weren't sure how long they'd been dancing under the shimmering moonlight.
"Remember, after you were drafted, how we drove all the way to Toronto to watch Mt. Joy when they were first starting out?" asked Amelia, fondly looking into the bright blues of his eyes.
Nolan hummed in confirmation.
"You know, if we'd waited a few days, we could've done a much shorter drive to Chicago."
"I had my fair share of Chicago by then," he replied with the slightest smile when she chuckled.
Amelia's fingers played with the ends of his hair. "You miss playing?"
"You still keep up?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Her eyebrows pinched together at the centre. "You're still Nolan, my seasonal neighbour and the boy who used to pick wildflowers with me because your sisters were too busy to play with me. Just 'cause I never came back doesn't change that."
Nolan let his gaze trace her expression, watching panic slowly infiltrate her eyes as time ticked on, and he still lacked a response. His thumb rubbed circles on her hip over her fleece quarter zip that was a few sizes too big on her. "Why'd you say no, Amelia?"
Her chest tightened at the seriousness of the question that juxtaposed the upbeat music in the background. She lowered her gaze, but Nolan, brushing her hair out of her face, forced her to look at him again. "I didn't feel ready. Not with him, at least, which kinda feels like I let the past few years go to waste, you know?" Nolan squeezed her hip, and she offered the slightest smile. "And at first, I wasn't sure what was keeping me back, but I think I might have an idea now."
The conversation with Travis rang through Nolan's head. It'd be stupid to get his hopes up: They'd been friends since they were babies, and she had always confided her deepest thoughts with him. Just as she'd said, all the years they'd spent apart from each other wouldn't change that. They were still Nolan and Amelia: the two kids always joined at the hip once summer rolled around.
But the way she was staring at him—nervous yet still full of the softness she'd always stared at him with—had him wondering if maybe Travis was right.
"And what's that?" he asked.
Amelia's breath trembled. "He's not you."
Not a moment later, she pulled away completely and walked away, unwilling to see Nolan's reaction to the words that would change over twenty years of their friendship. And despite the weight of that on her shoulders, she felt lighter than ever, knowing she could admit that out loud for what might've been the first time in her life.
Amelia could admit that she had been in love with Nolan Patrick for longer than she could recall, and even if their friendship might never be the same, she could live knowing that he knew.
So, her heart wasn't completely shattered to pieces when his footsteps didn't follow her.
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Amelia was yanked out of her slumbered state by the annoying pounding on the door. She rolled out of bed, barely catching herself before dragging her feet toward the front door through half-lidded eyes.
She opened the door, taking a moment to adjust to the blinding sunlight that breached the canopy of leaves courtesy of the towering coniferous trees. She finally pieced together the fact Nolan Patrick was standing in front of her with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Before she could make a sound, however, Nolan had already started talking.
"I didn't mean to let you walk away last night," he said, "but it's kinda hard to think when the girl I've loved for so long tells me she didn't want to marry the guy she was in a long-term relationship with because he wasn't m—"
Amelia sluggishly held her hand up, eyes squinting as though she was pushing through a hangover, effectively interrupting Nolan. She pointed her thumb into the house. "Do you want some coffee?"
Nolan tilted his head with furrowed eyebrows. "Uh, sure."
"Great," she mumbled before walking away from the door, leaving it wide open for Nolan to follow her. She started the coffeemaker before going to the bathroom to brush her teeth, returning shortly after.
The air in the kitchen was stilted as Amelia poured themselves some coffee. This was new: the tense, awkward silence that lingered between them.
Amelia settled on the barstool by the island counter and took a sip of her coffee, avoiding Nolan's watchful eyes. "Did you mean it?" she asked quietly. "What you said at the door about loving me for so long."
Nolan fiddled with the twine bow wrapped around the bouquet he was still holding. "Have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?"
"I s'pose not." She lifted her gaze. "Are you—" She paused, face pinching together as she tried to form a coherent thought in her sleepy mind. "Would you be willing to wait? I said no to him, but I still loved him, and I think I still need time to get over everything, and I don't want you to think you're a rebound because that's the last thing you are to me."
Nolan smiled softly. "We can go as slow as you want, Amelia. I'll be here when you're ready."
She placed her coffee mug on the counter before taking slow steps toward him, her heart hammering in her chest. His eyes jumped around her face as she stood before him, never settling on one spot. He was always so observant, always watching.
He gently lowered the bouquet onto the counter beside him, and Amelia brought her lips to his. Nolan sighed into the kiss as one of his hands cradled her face while the other grabbed onto her waist, pulling her hips flush against his. Amelia tangled her fingers into his hair, bringing him closer if that was possible.
It seemed far too short before Nolan reluctantly pulled away, his chest heaving as he took in the gentle blush that coloured her cheeks and the blown-out pupils that hid the particular shade of her irises he loved so much. "Go on a date with me."
Amelia smiled, tucking his hair behind his ear and revelling in the way his cheeks grew rosier. She slowly inched her lips closer. "Don't have to tell me twice, Nolie."
"We were having a moment, and you just had to ruin it," he mumbled, though if the smile playing on his lips was anything to go by, he didn't mind it at all.
"You love it."
"I love you," he corrected. "I don't love the nickname."
Amelia shook her head with a half-smirk as she pulled him in for another kiss.
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