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☁︎𝙼𝚝. 𝚂𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚒☁︎

{Episode 1}

I bolted towards the exit, continuously changing from the tsuzumi. Right when I turned around to find the next exit, I see my older brother sprinting towards me before I feel myself falling. I fell directly on my back, breaking a piece of my vertebrae, but I still managed to escape my older brother. All of this happened because I was never let out of the castle by him, and never was I allowed to use messengers. Everything I learned was from books and my brother. I hated it, but it was beneficial, since I now know much more than anyone I've known. Using my knowledge of Tokyo, I sprinted out of the city, smelling aniki's scent nearby. In an attempt to escape Japan entirely I witnessed Muzan looking around, most likely for me. And immediately I knew I couldn't run far, so I ran up the nearest mountain and into the nearest house I saw. From there, I stared out of the window, making sure to steer clear of Aniki's 360 view.

☯︎Y/n☯︎

"Who are you?!" I heard from a voice behind me. Knowing Muzan, he would suspect something, so again, I bolted. This time, behind the mortal being who made the noise and covered their mouth. I was immediately surprised by what I saw. A peachy-haired boy, wearing a warding mask, wielding a nichirin blade. His mask was on the right side of his face, propped out of the way so he could likely relax. Clearly his relaxation didn't last long. Just to assure that I'm not going to meet my demise tonight, I whispered into the peach-haired boy's ear. "Shh, I ask of you to not make a sound, I'm not here to harm you, nor anyone. I am a peaceful human." {Yeah so what if I lied? I didn't want to die so I couldn't just tell him I'm a demon. He would've killed me anyways, he looked super pissed after all.

His shoulders relaxed but suddenly tensed up again once he heard footsteps. I smelled a human nearby but I couldn't tell if it were just the swordsman who was now behind me. I was walking towards the door when I was pulled back and tossed onto the floor. "Sorry, but just, stay quiet." Then the boy gripped his sword tighter and slowly opened the door. Within a blink a man wearing another warding mask and a blue haori with white clouds as a design disappeared as quick as he appeared. I hadn't realized until a candle was lit that the man had a Nichirin sword right on my neck. "Who are you, and why are you here?"

"I-I'm... Y-Y-" I couldn't help but stutter, and just before I was able to finish my sentence- well my nam- THE NEXT SYLLABLE- "Mister Urokodaki, don't hurt her." The peach-haired boy.. told the man to stand down? Did he think I was human? W-what would make him think that? Was it my reaction? Was it my appearance? Damn, humans make me think way more than I thought I'd have to.

"She seems scared. Even if she were a demon, naturally they'd want to kill us on sight." The boy continued. He seems quite intelligent, but what if I were just putting up an act? What if I were half-demon and knew how to capture my prey? It's best to think about all possibilities.

"However..." I'm not sure why, but that word seemed to send a chill down my spine. He looked... somewhat, angry. But at the same time, calm... "If she is a demon, and just playing an act, I'll watch her till morning." The old man silently agreed before closing the door and walking to the other side of the room. {The boy is smart, I'll give him that. But it's getting on my nerves how much he thinks things through.} I hadn't realized I spaced out until the boy placed his hand on my shoulder. "Do you mind staying here for the night? We didn't mean to scare you. We just want to keep people like you saf-" The boy gasped before leaning closer towards my face. "I-is there a problem sir?" I stuttered. {Did my eyes change back..? I need a mirror!}

"Question, what exactly is your natural eye color?" Why does he want to know that? Nonetheless, I still answered. My memory isn't very good, but when it comes to times like this, I remember anything I change about my appearance. "They're dark hazel, sir." A faint pink crept upon the boy's cheeks, as he probably realized that we were 2 inches away, and he jumped back. "A-Ack! S-sorry about that. I just didn't know what color your eyes were. A-also, just call me Sabito." I nodded and smiled widely. "I'm Y/n. Oh and, don't worry about offending me, I don't take these kinds of things that personal. I mean your actions were reasonable. So, uh, yeah! Don't worry about it." I rambled. Even though I stared at him the entire time, I didn't notice the light pink color spread across the middle of his face.

"The udon is ready!" The room slowly filled with the delicious smell of udon made by the old man. Sabito reached out for my hand after standing up. "Do you want some udon? Mr. Urokodaki's is really good." I hesitated, not on purpose, but because I was actually quite nervous. I've never met a human before, nor eaten any human food. Well... for that matter, any food. I had plenty more power than Aniki~san, but he had more dominance and courage. Anyways, what could be so bad about trying human food... Maybe I shouldn't have said it like that...

Mainly I need to stop fucking dozing off! Sabito looks confused as hell because I haven't done anything except sit and stare! "S-Sorry about that! My mind wandered off for a moment. I'd love some Udon!" That seemed to brighten Sabito's expression. I took his hand and he led me over to a seat in front on a steaming bowl of something. I reached out for it when Urokodaki swatted at my hand. "We must say grace first, to ensure our safety from demons." I- wait- if I'm- then how- Whatever. Nonetheless, I still copied Sabito's position and closed my eyes, like he did.

After we said grace I felt a bit off but I ended up just discarding it and picking up my bowl. After fiddling with my chopsticks for the longest, a different voice was heard nearby. "You're using them wrong." She walked closer and sat down next to me. "I'm Makomo. It's quite surprising that you've earned the trust of Sabito~kun so quickly. Unless I was in a coma, that is." A small giggle escaped my mouth at her small joke. Makomo unexpectedly gasped and clasped my hands together. "You're absolutely adorable!" I smiled at her compliment, not knowing how to respond. "Here, let me help you use these."

After they ate

"Pardon, Y/n, may I speak with you?" Urokodaki asked as the others walked away to rest. "Of course, Mister Urokodaki Sir."

..........

"How long did you think it'd take me to figure out you're a demon?" I internally gasped and attempted to deny his claim. "I don't understand sir, I thought I was proven to be trusted thus far." I figured they'd eventually find out, but not this quickly! Was I that bad? I should just go back to Muzan. "You haven't earned my trust, however, you seem quite different." A flash of hope unknowingly twinkled in my eyes. "Alright.. if you would like to, you could stay here for a while. However, my three students will soon be leaving to the Final selection." I gasped. {They..They WERE demon slayers after all...} "W-wait, you said three. Who's the third?"

As if on cue, a black haired boy walked in, around Sabito's age. He had no expression on his face like Sabito's first impression. "I'm back, Sensei." And almost immediately he noticed me and shifted his free hand to his hilt. "Who is this?" In my peripheral vision I saw Urokodaki signal the boy to relax. "This is our new guest, Y/n... What was your last name?" I was frozen... I couldn't tell them. My older brother is one of the most well known people on this world.. Especially to demon slayers. "I-I don't have one.." Makomo seemed to have overheard our small talk and rushed over. "Are you an orphan too?!" According to what I've read. To be an orphan is to have dead parents. At least I won't have to lie. "Yes, my parents died when I was younger." Sabito slowly walked over, a slightly concerned look on his face.

"Does that mean you were adopted as a child?" I slowly shook my head no and the concerned look passed onto Makomo's face. "Sabito, Makomo. Calm down. They're here now, right? So relax." The taller boy said, attempting to lighten the mood as his expression softened.

ꕥMakomoꕥ

"Um, what's your name sir?" N/n said to Tomio~kun. "Tomioka Giyuu." Their reactions are odd. But they're so cute! Her nails are a bit similar to a demon's though... Nevermind, I should just sleep on it. "I'm gonna go to bed, goodnight!" They waved at me as I walked back to my flowery futon.

As I laid in bed, I stared at the trio that were still talking, and realized something... {Tomio~kun and N/n would be a really cute couple... Like opposites attracting. Then again Sabito~kun and N/n would also be cute. But if my suspicions are right, and Y/n is a demon, she'll die before either can happen. And if that's the case, good riddance.}

꧁Giyuu꧂

{She's a suspicious girl, but if Urokodaki accepts her, I could tolerate her for a little while.} It was getting late so I decided it's time to go to bed. "Urokodaki, Sabito... Y.../N, it's getting late, we should get some rest." Y/n looked shocked at the fact that I "Cared" about their wellbeing. Frankly I was a bit offended, but that's besides the fact. Brushing it off, I walked to my futon and almost immediately fell asleep, after making sure everyone else was comfortable.

☯︎Y/N☯︎

{What am I doing? I should be eating these people alive, right? It's...my job as a demon..right?} Everyone was asleep. The old guy said he trusted me.. so I decided to see how this would all play out, lying down on the floor while everyone else laid on their respective futon. After a few minutes of staring out of the window, I fell asleep.

After they napped for a while

I woke up to Urokodaki's voice, but when I listened in, I heard nothing but silence {I thought I heard something...} I thought before realizing I wasn't on the rough floor anymore, nor was I in a futon, at least I don't think I was. Rubbing my eyes I looked up at... "T-Tomioka!"... I may have woke him up with that loud outburst.

"Yes?" {Okay how is he so unbothered all of the time. Seriously, I NEED this level of skill.} "W-Why was I asleep on top of you...?" A small tint of pink slipped onto his cheeks. Still the calm, cool, collected face, but just looking to the side...{You fucking tsundere}. "You were shaking and mumbling a lot. Something about a big brother. So, I brought you over to my futon, I guess, for some comfort since your so-called big brother isn't here right now."

I suppose I unknowingly blushed at his generosity, because right before I could talk he asked why my face was red. I came up with a common excuse before changing the subject.

"So... How long until final selection-?"

"If you want to talk this much, why don't we just go for a walk?" His question made a lot of sense but also- RUDE MUCH!? Couldn't have worded it differently? Nonetheless, I accepted his invitation.

After they prepared to walk outside into the morning weather

"Why are you bringing your sword." I questioned. "To protect us from demons... Obviously." {Obviously How the hell would I know? I'm a demon for fucks sake.} "Can I bring one as well?" "No." He looked back out into the cold. "But I've wielded one before. With... My big brother." Of course that was a lie. You think Muzan Kibutsuji has time to spend with his little sister? Nope- Not at all. And finally after what felt like an hour of begging (more like annoying) Tomioka, he agreed to let me use his sword... If anything happened to him to the point where he can't move anything on his body. I pouted and he just dragged me along.

........

"So what were you talking about?" He asked. "I don't really remember, I think it was... Oh! It was about the Final Selec-" I was interrupted when Tomioka slapped his hand over my mouth and slipped behind a tree in a second. He was holding me so close it felt like the beginning of a Pornhub Premium video. And thanks to that thought I couldn't help but think about it actually happening... Case in point, my mind was everywhere but in the right place.

I looked up at Tomioka, he was extremely sweaty, which was extremely shocking. He was... Scared... I couldn't believe it. Tomioka Giyuu was scared... I can't have a future demon slayer getting scared of a minor... Shit! Muzan sent a Kizuki! I had no choice... I needed to deal with this...

........

"𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞..."

(The pause function. A demonic art that Y/n can use at will, requiring two body parts; her mouth, and an open hand. By opening her hand and stating the word "Pause", she gains the power to freeze everything she wished. Simply repeating the action with the word "Resume" does the exact opposite, unfreezing time, and everyone originally frozen. However, Y/n does not return to her original position automatically, so if she were to resume time in a different position, Giyuu would automatically assume Y/n's a demon with a sort of teleportation art.)

........

My voice traveled like the wind, freezing everything except for the Kizuki and I. Slowly... I stepped out from behind the tree.

"Oh... Hello, mademoiselle." The demon I recognize oh too well slowly turned around to face me. "Stealing your food, am I?"

{THERE'S NOW 13 KIZUKI FOR THIS STORY BECAUSE. YES. NEED I SAY MORE? NO. CONTINUING ON}

"Why are you so far up this hill when your hideout is miles and miles away?" I suspiciously stepped forwards. "Kibutsuji sent me out to look for you... He broke the curse since I promised with my life I'd find you. Now, my question. Why are you living with humans instead of eating them?"... I realized... I forgot to transform back. Within seconds, I reverted back to my normal form.

"You can tell my brother I'm dead. If anything happens-" "You know he'd kill us all." "Eham. If anything happens, alert me, with this {I handed him a keychain with a red button in the center.} I won't tell you what it does but I'll know where you are and how to help you. And if its a false alarm, I'm not showing. Now leave. I have a mission to tend to." The demon just looked at me, as if I forgot something vital. "Fine. I'll pay you in a SMALL amount of my blood." I plunged my gloved finger into the demon's head for a few seconds. After taking time to adjust, he thanked me and FINALLY left.

Reverting back and slipping into Tomioka's arms again, I breathlessly unfroze time.

.........

"Tomioka... they're gone." "How would you know, they could be in hiding... Anywhere." "I smell demons within a 3 mile radius, and the scent is gone." Lie, but that'd be cool. "As if I'd believe that from a commoner like you." He scoffed, rolling his eyes at the obnoxious statement. "We should head back, the sun is rising." I nodded my head and we walked back.

On our way back, I leaned my head onto Tomioka's shoulder, thanks to my tall getas, I was able to reach his shoulder. And he laid his head onto mine as we approached Urokodaki's Minka. And right as we entered...

"Sooo N/n~Chan, Tomio-kun, were you guys doin it behind a tree or somethin?" Makomo teased, making the...hand signs that represent intercourse.

"EH?" We both exclaimed.

"Just asking!" "NO!" We yelled in unison, yet again. I slouched over to my futon, aka Tomioka's futon. As I arrived, I noticed a small glare coming from Sabito. Before I was even able to sit down on the futon, some bitch..- I mean Urokodak grabbed the collar of my haori and dragged me to the entryway. "What!?" "Do you remember when you asked to participate in final selection, Y/n?" He asked. "Of course! Why?" "Well, before that.. you're going to have to train.. So Makomo doesn't attempt to kill you in your slumber. {He took a sword off the wall and walked up to me.} Go easy on them. {He whispered to me before continuing.} Sabito and Makomo will be training you. Giyuu I need you to go to town and buy some ingredients for dinner."

Tomioka seemed a bit upset but he nodded. Opposing Giyuu, Sabito and Makomo looked estatic! To my dismay that is, because Makomo snatched the sword and Sabito dragged me outside, following Makomo. Turns out they were just leading me to a big rock... Who the fuck gets excited about a giant rock. It's not even that big.

Makomo hesitantly handed me the sword. "You break this rock in half with this sword before you can go with us to final selection." Well this should be easy. "Um- shouldn't we train first?" "That'll be later, first, rock." Makomo started to get a bit more aggressive. "O-okay then...-" Sabito cut off the silence. "Well, have you had any experience in sword fighting?" "Actually yes! My friends older brother is actually a Hashira in the demon corps and used to train us every day." Makomo cocked her eyebrow at my lie. "Wow, really? What's his name?" I think she knows.. Eh.. Quick response! "Oh, well.. he doesn't have a last name either. But his name's Baizhu."

I just hope she bought it. "Oh...ok." Thank god.. "Alright Y/n! Are you ready to cut the rock?" "Kind of, there's just one thing I forgot to mention." "Oh really? Do tell." Makomo cut in. "I..do tend to fall when slicing something too hard." ..I might've had something planned... "Oh, well you'll have to work on that. But right now {Sabito glances at Makomo} I'll help you out with your stance." Too. Easy. I had an opportunity to pour a sort of "affection" potion on them, however my natural charm would always do the trick. And as I had expected, Sabito stood right behind me, no space apart, with his hands subtly sliding onto my hips, I'd assume as a stabilizer. "Alright. Now just... {He pulled himself closer to my waist.} Go ahead and swing..." And I did, and of course I broke the rock in half first try. No need to clap, I used 100% elemental powers. My weak arms would snap like a twig. Immediately Sabito exclaimed. "Woo! Great work..{He leaned closer to my neck, his warm breath sending chills down my spine}-"

꧁Giyuu꧂

I grabbed Sabito's collar, pulling him away from Y/n. "What's going on here?" It was obvious but...I needed confirmation."What do you mean Tomioka? I'm helping Y/n become a demon slayer, like us." He knows that I know... Whatever. "Alright. Just, let me help her for the rest of the day." Reluctantly, Sabito agreed and grabbed the basket, moving down the path towards the town to get coal. "What was that about?" I asked, visibly pissed off. "Tomio~kun, relaax. Sabito was helping Y/n, and that was it." Makomo said, smirking. "Whatever, clearly you're done training so just... Go back inside and wait for the food." I said, childishly. {Honestly.. why am I getting so pissed off about this girl. Am I this overprotective over Sabito?} I thought to myself, hesitantly walking inside the house.

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lostinthewiind · 3 years

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 9

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: arguing, harsh language, swearing

Song → 18 by Anarbor

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The trek up the stairs from the store to the apartment felt like climbing a never-ending escalator that was going the wrong way. After the day you had had, you were both mentally and physically exhausted and ready to call it a night early.

Thankfully, as if you had finally hit a stroke of luck that day, Keishin had texted you saying that he would pick up dinner on the way home, saving you the exertion of having to leave the apartment again. So, with that information in mind, you kicked off your shoes for the day and fell unceremoniously onto the couch in the living room.

As you sat down, you heard the envelope in your back pocket crinkle and the sudden noise seemed to completely fill the otherwise silent apartment.

Ah yes, the envelope.

Pulling the decision to your future out of your back pocket, you stared at it for what felt like another hour or so. No matter how long you held the envelope in your hands, you couldn't force yourself to open it. You simply didn't want to.

At some point between when your mother had handed it to you and now, you had subconsciously decided that you wanted to choose your own path forward despite what the decision letter may or may not say.

Feeling strangely empowered and confident, you stood to your feet and ventured into the bedroom where you slipped the envelope into one of the drawers Keishin was letting you keep your clothes in and tucked it underneath one of your sweaters. Maybe one day you would open the damn thing when whatever was inside wasn't weighing so heavily on your mind and future, but today was not that day.

Just then, you heard the front door open and knew Keishin had arrived home. Closing the drawer, you plastered a smile across your face and exited the bedroom to greet your boyfriend.

"Welcome home, Dear," you giggled, trying your best to fake the part of a doting housewife. "How was the volleyball game?"

Keishin chuckled softly as you took the takeout bags from him. "It was a close game, but they pulled it together in the last set and won."

"Oh, good!" You placed the bags onto the table before retrieving some plates and chopsticks from the kitchen.

"How was your day?" he asked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You sighed as you thought back on your day. "It was okay," you answered, not really wanting to go into much more detail than that. You doubted Keishin wanted to hear about your minuscule problems with rude customers after the long day he had clearly had.

Keishin, however, picked up on your uncertainty right away. "Doesn't sound okay," he commented. "Want to talk about it?"

You shrugged. "Just some shitty customers. Seems I had forgotten how poorly low-level workers are treated sometimes . . . just threw me a little," you said. "I'll be fine. Just glad the day is over now."

"You and me both." He flashed a smile as he turned to head for the bedroom. "I'm just going to change quickly and then we'll eat."

"Sounds good." You started dishing out some of the food. "I was also thinking we could watch a movie tonight as well. I could use something to clear my mind."

"Sitting on the couch with a beer is an ideal evening in my book," you heard him respond faintly from the bedroom. "There's a new action movie that came out. I think it's about-"

You waited for Keishin to finish his sentence, but when he didn't, you cocked your head and looked toward the bedroom doorway. Before you had the chance to call out to him, he appeared in the doorway shirtless, eyebrows furrowed and the envelope from the university in his hand.

"W-why do you have that?" you asked, the look on his face upon discovering the letter making your heart drop. "That was in my drawer . . . why were you going through my things?"

"I was looking for my sweater, the one you always steal," he answered. "Y/N . . . what is this?"

Rounding the table and approaching Keishin, you snatched the envelope out of his hand. "That is one of the many reasons why my day today was so shitty."

As you turned to head for the kitchen to toss the envelope in the garbage and rid your life of it, Keishin followed you. "You didn't get in?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "I have no idea. I didn't open it."

As you moved to toss the letter into the trash, Keishin grabbed your wrist and stopped you. "Why are you throwing it out if you didn't open it yet?"

"Because I don't care what it says. I've decided that I'm going to stay here with you and work at the store. This is the life I want . . . the life I get to choose for myself."

"You should still open it," he reasoned. "You might change how you feel about it when you see the result."

"I don't want to change how I feel about it." You shook your head as you gently pried your wrist out of his grip. "No need to make things more difficult than they need to be. I've had enough difficulty for one lifetime, thank you very much. This decision is easy, and best of all, it makes me happy."

Gesturing to the envelope, Keishin sighed. "But this is what you wanted. When you told me about your dream to play soccer at the University of Tokyo, your face lit up. Why are giving up on your dream before you've even given yourself a chance to experience it?"

"Dreams can change, Keishin," you told him before sighing and deciding to humour him for a moment. "Okay, let's say I open this letter and somehow did get in. What then? I couldn't pay for that school in my wildest dreams; not without my parents' help. Sometimes dreams are just childish and unrealistic. So I found a new dream, one with us living here together."

"You could apply for student loans. Tons of people do." He folded his arms across his chest. "I don't think this is about the money or your parents. I think this is about us. You've gotten comfortable here."

Throwing your hands up into the air in exasperation, you huffed. "And so what if I have? Is that really so bad?"

"I just don't want you to throw away an opportunity like this over me."

"Over you?" you cocked a brow. "Because you're, what, trash? Not worth it? A lowlife? A burnout?"

Keishin bit at his bottom lip. "You know what's not what I meant."

Inhaling deeply, you glared down at the god-forsaken envelope in your hand and began to tear at the top. "Let's not fight about something that probably isn't even going to happen." You pulled the letter out and unfolded it, your eyes scanning the text quickly. "The University of Tokyo is notoriously difficult to get into and I-"

Keishin quirked a brow when you stopped mid-sentence. "What does it say?"

A broken laugh was the only thing you could manage as you lowered the letter and shook your head. "Un-fucking-believable." You handed the paper over to Keishin, the edge crumpled from where your grip had tightened when you read the decision.

Keishin looked at the page for all of two seconds before he found the bolded 'Congratulations' and a huge grin spread across his face. "You got in!" He was way more excited than you were about this. "This is good news. You can play soccer at the University of Tokyo. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't make you at least a little happy."

"I wish it did," you answered honestly. "I wish it were that easy."

"It is! It can be." Keishin set the letter down on the counter and took your hands in his. "Student loans, part-time jobs, it's all possible. Sure, it might be a little tricky to work out, but it's totally possible."

When you didn't respond, Keishin hooked his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him. "Accept the spot at the university. Follow your dream," he told you.

". . . but I'll have to leave you." You felt the words catch in your throat and tried your hardest not to start crying. "You make me happy—you're the first thing that's made me genuinely happy in a long time—and I don't want to leave that for a chance at something that might not even work out."

"But what if it does work out? You don't know that it won't," he said softly. "Don't end up like me, looking back at your past and wondering what might have been if you had just chosen a different path. I know this might seem good enough for now, but how will you feel after ten or twenty years of working the same dead-end job for the same shit pay all while getting treated like shit by people who look down on you? Look at how one day of catering to pretentious assholes made you feel. Do you really want to live the rest of your life like that?"

"But what about you?" you asked, your voice shaky.

Keishin dropped his head, a few stray strands of hair falling into his face. Unlike that morning, when he had been asleep with loose hairs in his face, he looked annoyed and frustrated now. The bags under his eyes and tension lines on his forehead were a stark contrast to the soft, peaceful face you had woken up to that morning.

"Don't throw this away over me," he repeated. "Don't throw your future away over a 26-year-old burnout."

Lip quivering, you sucked in a deep breath. "I thought you were different . . . but you're just like everyone else."

Keishin eyed you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You said I should make my own decisions and live my life how I wanted but it was all a facade." You slipped your hand out of his and took a step back. "In the end, you're just like everyone else . . . you think you have a right to plan my future for me without giving me a say in the matter. You want to tell me how to live my life just like my parents."

"How could you say that?" Keishin almost snapped but managed to collect his anger before he did. "All I want is what's best for you."

You scoffed as you wiped a tear from your cheek. "If I had a penny for every time I've heard that I'd have enough money to pay for the University of Tokyo and then you'd get your damn wish . . . I'd be gone."

"When did I ever say I wanted you gone? Why are you so adamant that going to Tokyo means we can't be together?"

"Why are you so against just letting me make my own decision about this?! Why do I have to go to play soccer at that fucking university and leave you? I don't want to leave you!"

"Why not? Why are you so damn hung up on someone like me?!"

"Because I love you!" The two of you froze in place the second those words left your mouth. Chest heaving from the shouting and high emotions, you snapped your mouth shut before you said anything else in the heat of the moment.

Eyes wide, Keishin stared at you like a deer in headlights. "You what?"

You debated whether or not you should repeat what you had said, but by then, the damage had been done. "I love you," you breathed. "And I know you told me not to fall in love with you . . . but I did. I fell hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you so please stop asking me to."

You waited for what felt like an eternity for Keishin to say something, say anything. He opened his mouth a few times like he was about to, but nothing ever came out.

"Keishin . . ." You took a cautious step forward. "Please say something."

Keishin swallowed hard before looking you directly in the eyes. "If I said I didn't love you back, would you go?"

You felt your heart crack and the sensation of being punched in the gut spread throughout your entire body. "Is that what you're saying? You don't love me?"

"If I didn't, would you leave?"

You inhaled sharply. "If you look me in the eyes right now and tell me that you don't feel the same way that I do; that everything over the past few months has meant nothing to you, there would be no possible way I could stay in Miyagi," you answered truthfully. "If you tell me that you don't love me and that you never have, I would have no reason to stay in this prefecture."

Keishin's lips parted once more. "Y/N . . . I-" His brown eyes locked onto yours and you could feel what he was about to say even though he never did. "I . . . I can't do this right now."

With that, he brushed past you, grabbed a sweater from the bedroom and threw it on before storming out of the apartment, leaving you and the now cold takeout food alone.

Tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat, you turned to look over your shoulder at the decision letter sitting on the counter, practically taunting you.

You should have thrown the thing out the second your mom dropped it off. Or better yet, maybe you should have never made that deal with Keishin and applied for the university in the first place.

#piss off your parents #part 9 #haikyuu #haikyuu!!!#lostinthewiind #sexy time #haikyuu smut #reader imagine #x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #ukai keishin #ukai keishin x reader #ukai x reader #haikyuu!!#series

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interlunium-opus · 3 years

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"I hate him spending time with you more than I hate running so you know, priorities." [ Jay. ]

[ Jay | fluff ]

Author’s Note: Here's a fluff in response to the following request "Can you maybe do a fluff/crack for Jay where maybe he felt a little jealous when you praised someone for their skill and he immediately goes competitive mode and openly tries to show how he's far better indirectly to the guy?" Hope it's close to what you have in mind and hope you like it :3

“Do you have anything to explain to me?”

You jumped, startled, as Jay appeared beside you while you were busy shoving your textbooks into your locker, “Jay! What did I say about sneaking up on people?”

“And what did I say about not keeping secrets between us?” Jay snapped back, arms crossed, brows raised, “Is this how much our friendship is worth?”

“My goodness, what is it this time?” You sighed as he fished his phone out of his pocket, turning it to show you a candid picture of you and Sunghoon from last night.

“I mean seriously, of all people to date, you have to go for this pretentious prick?” Jay scoffed before gesticulating wildly, “Look, I know I said that you need to stop being aromantic and start planting some sort romantic interest somewhere — but Sunghoon is just ain't it. In fact ! I’d rather you date the spawn of the devil, Jungwon, instead.”

You snorted a laugh before shaking your head dismissively, “Dude, we were just running last night okay? Does that even look like a date to you?”

“Okay,” he repeated sarcastically, “but you love running alone! So why are you suddenly running with someone — and not just anyone but this prick???”

“I really don’t get why you two hate each other so much,” you raised an eyebrow at Jay, “Look we just happened to bump into each other last night and since we were heading the same way, he asked if I don’t mind him tagging along for the remainder of the way — no big deal.”

“Ughh, that’s the oldest trick in book,” Jay scrunched his face, “And you said yes?”

“I mean — we’re not exactly strangers, we have been in the same tutorial class together for more than a year now," you mumbled as you zip your bag up, "He's a good running partner too. His pace was so stable and steady that it made me stuck to mine as well — I mean, duh, he's an athlete after all."

"Hey, I can run well too," Jay grumbled defensively, "You know if you needed a running partner, you could've called me right?"

“Maybe if you were as fit as I am, she would have,” Sunghoon suddenly appeared beside Jay, peering over his shoulder to look at the picture on his phone, “That’s a good picture of me and y/n — no wonder you got jealous.”

“Speak of the devil,” Jay rolled his eyes, “Aren't you a bit too greedy over what I have? first, you took up my spot for the dance competition and now you're trying to make a move on my girl."

"Jay, that was 2 years ago — get over it. You've taken my spot afterwards for the Summer competition anyway so we're actually even," Sunghoon retorted, "Also, she's not your girlfriend anyway so your territorial behaviour is pretty misplaced."

"Guys, cut it out," you shut your locker close with extra force in an effort to shut the squabbles, "Also, why am I suddenly dragged into your petty fights."

"Right sorry about that, he's just always trying to pick a fight with me," Sunghoon shook his head dismissively before turning to you and beamed, "Just stopping by to ask if you're running again tonight 'cause I would love to join again. It’s off season for ice-skating so I thought it's the perfect time to get back to running again."

“Oh? Yeah I am going tonight as well, just a tad bit late in the evening though. I want to finish up some work at the library first,” you smiled back at Sunghoon, ignoring Jay’s burning stare, “You know you can start ahead if you want — don’t want you waiting too long in case I'll take too much time at the library.”

“I’ll go when you go, don’t worry,” he reassured as he backed away, joining Heeseung who was waiting for him, “I’ll text you alright? Looking forward to tonight!”

You nodded and waved at him before turning to Jay, “What?”

“That’s it,” Jay clasped his hands together, “I’ll run with you tonight — and the next.”

“Jay, don’t be ridiculous, you hate running,” you emphasized, “which is why I never asked you to run with me.”

“Hey — I can love running if it’s for you,” he winked, wrapping an arm over your shoulders, dragging you past the crowded hallway towards your next class, “Or let me paraphrase: I hate him spending time with you more than I hate running so you know, priorities.”

“your priorities are all skewed then," you clicked your tongue, "Well, as long as you don't hurt yourself."

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The next morning however Jay did not show up in Modern Political Thought seminar that you guys have every Thursday morning. Though the guy is such a sleepyhead, he never misses a class even when he pulled up an all-nighter the night before. So this sudden absence, paired with the fact that he managed to run a whole 5km without stopping last night, was sowing seeds of suspicions and guilt within you. To make things worse, he did not even respond to any of your messages for the last 5 hours.

That was why you ended up being in front of Jay's apartment instead of having your lunch that noon. "Hi!" you immediately say as the door of Jay's apartment opened. It was Jake, his flatmate, with his lids only half-opened and hair all disheveled, "y/n?"

"Sorry for waking you up Jake," you smiled apologetically, "Is Jay home? He missed a Politics seminar this morning and he didn’t respond to my text at all — just wanna make sure he’s alright.”

“mmhmm, pretty sure he’s in," he answered drowsily before yawning, "but probably, still hibernating.”

“Oh okay, do you mind if I come in?”

Jake nodded, backing up as he held the door open, “Of course, come in — it’s messy though.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you reassured, making your way towards the room at the end of the hallway. As you knocked on his door, Jake suddenly shouted from the kitchen, “don’t bother knocking y/n — that guy sleeps like a log. Just go in.”

“Uhh…” you bit your lip, slightly hesitating but relented when your subsequent knocks yielded no answer.

“Jay? I’m entering okay?” you say as you let yourself in, carefully navigating around the dark room, stumbling a few times against some random furnitures.

"Jake, get out okay-" you hear him grumble from underneath the covers, tossing the other way, "just let me... sleep mo..re."

As you neared his bed, you reached over to his bedside table and turned on the lamp. Suddenly, Jay rose from the covers, his hand gripping your wrist, grunting "Jake what did I just say-"

Trailing off, he looked at you with brows furrowed in a mix of annoyance and confusion, before his expressions gradually soften "y/n?"

"dude, you almost gave me a heart attack," you muttered, sighing exasperatedly.

"Sorry, I thought it was Jake trying to disturb me again," he softened his grip and rubbed your wrist as if he had just hurt it, "Did I hurt you?"

"My heart, almost but my hand is fine," you pulled your hand away, "How about you?"

"What about me?"

"You missed class this morning," you crossed your arms.

"It's just one class, no big deal. I just overslept-"

"Is that all?" you raised an eyebrow before pointing at the crumpled muscle relief patch packs and pain relief creams strewn messily across his bedside table, "Did someone overexert himself last night?"

"Fine, I didn't come to class partly because my legs are sore," he shrugged, "but hey, I ran as much as Sunghoon did! Aren't you proud of me?"

"Not if it's at the cost of your legs!" you replied exasperatedly, "Come on, where is the rational Jay that I know? he wouldn't have let his competitiveness and ego cloud his judgements like this."

"It's just normal post-workout sore, I've had it a couple of times before," he reassured, "Also, I may hate running. But I'm actually good at HIIT and strength training so I'm not all that unfit as you think I am. Or he thinks."

"All that just so you can prove him wrong?"

"No of course not, I couldn't care less about him," he huffed, "I just wanted you to know that I can pace well with you too."

"Jay, that does not make it any better-"

"Probably also to convince you that I make a better running partner than Sunghoon," he sniggered.

"Well, guess what, you can't run if your legs are hurt," you quipped.

"Oh shit, that's true," he muttered under his breath, "Well post-workout sore usually last between 3-7 days so I'll be good as new after that. Running partners?" he stretched his hand out as if asking for a handshake.

You sighed, grabbing his outstretched hand, shaking it as if you guys are signing on a pact, "Only if you promise not to overexert yourself next time."

"Promise," his smile widened, "Have you had lunch? I'll cook something up for you."

"Your legs are hurt though."

"They're sore not hurt," Jay emphasized, scooting to the edge of his bed, "Also even if they are hurt, I cook with my hands not legs so..."

You chuckled, "Well sir, if you insists."

"Of course, wouldn't let my girl go out of this house famished," he wrapped an arm over your shoulder, grinning gleefully.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypenwriters #enhypen jay #enhypen jay imagines #enhypen scenarios #jay park #park jongseong #enhypen fluff #kpop imagines

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bangchanbabygurl · 2 years

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Maybe We Could (K. Seungmin)

Member: Seungmin

Genre: Boyfriend Seungmin, Angst, fluff, toxicity, trauma

WARNINGS: Trauma, PTSD, separation anxiety, alcohol, abusive household, mommy & daddy issues, Insecurities, Depression, anxiety, mentions of self-doubts, trust issues, insomniac, mature themes, dark themes, fighting/arguing, explicit language, & make-out session

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A sigh escaped from Seungmin as he sat on the bed; I could see the bored expression lingering on his face. I turned back to the screen; it made me anxious as I began to nibble on my fingernails, a force of habit that I've never been able to get rid of. The sound of his phone going off made me more anxious, "No, I'm not that busy.” Seungmin spoke softly. I tried to concentrate on my college essay but failed to as I glanced at Seungmin getting his jacket, “Of course, I’ll be there in a bit.” he said. I felt my anxiety become a bit unstable, “Babe? Hey, I'll be back.” Seungmin said. I looked up at him; he had a small smile on his lips.

“Where are you going?” I asked, pricking at my skin softly. “Soma needs a ride home, don't worry, I'll be quick,” Seungmin said, planting a kiss on my head before walking out of the room. A sad sigh left my lips; submitting the final essay, I closed the laptop. Grabbing my things, I walk out of the room, “Leaving so soon?” Chan asked. I nodded with a forced smile, “Yeah, Seungmin had some business to attend. But can you let him know that I'll call him later?” I said. Chan nodded with a bothersome expression.

Slipping on my sneakers, I waved bye to the guys before walking out of the house. Letting out a huff, I walk down the stairs. Fourth...this is the fourth time Seungmin had bailed on me for our movie night, although it's probably my fault. I've been so focused on the essay that I hardly gave him any attention, and now I'm walking home. To the bitter and grey home, a place that's caused me misery since middle school. Seungmin knew I hated being at home, which is why he decided to have me sleep over every Friday and Saturday.

Sliding in the house key, I walked inside cautiously. I spotted my father lying on the couch with beer bottles scattered on the coffee table; I walked past my mother’s room to hear her soft cries. Opening my bedroom, I could feel the bitterness surrounding me. The emptiness wrapped me up in a greeting hug; setting my things down, I stripped out of my clothes before slipping on an oversized t-shirt. Laying on my stomach, I opened the book ‘Crooked Kingdom.’ Hoping to finish it tonight.

My mind drifted off to Seungmin and Soma; they've been close friends before I met him, but it feels like Soma might have lingering feelings for him. That could explain why she dislikes me; a sigh of frustration escaped my lips. Closing the book, I turned on my back and stared at the ceiling. I tossed and turned under the sheets; my mind won't stop bugging me about the thought of Seungmin being alone with Soma. I trust Seungmin to the point I'm willing to trust him with my life; it's Soma who I don't count. After that stupid move she pulled on him last Friday, I found myself falling into the pool of jealousy.

I slipped on a pair of shorts before grabbing my bag and quickly hurried out of my bedroom; hearing my father apologizing to my tired mother, I felt my chest ache. My father was your typical alcoholic with a twist of domestic violence; my mother was the kind of woman who seemed strong but was tired of the act. I, on the other hand, was the usual college student with mommy and daddy issues, depression, anxiety, and anti-social issues. Seungmin made the first move when we met at the bookshop; I was still the shy, introverted student, but with him, I managed to be myself without any fear.

A sigh left my lips as I rang the doorbell of the house; a sleepy Changbin opened the door. I gave him an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, I didn't think you guys would be asleep by this time.” I spoke softly. Changbin shook his head, letting me inside the house, “Don’t worry about it; by the way, Seungmin still isn't home yet.” he whispered. I nodded my head slightly, “Thought I should let you know. Also, Chan gave him an earful scolding for ditching you.” Changbin whispered as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. I placed my shoes by the coat hanger, “Yeah, I kinda suspected he wasn't here, but I didn't want to think it.” I whispered. Changbin lets out a small sigh as he leans against the counter. “Are you having second thoughts?” he asked with arms crossed; I looked at him with a small smile. “Most of the time, they're about me; maybe I'm not enough for him,” I spoke quietly, trying not to wake the other guys. Changbin had a worrisome expression plastered on his bare face, “It’s not you...it’s Soma,” Changbin murmured, letting out a huff.

Changbin leans forward on the counter, “You’re a sweet woman; it's never you. Soma is just a nasty person; I never liked her. She seemed too...clingy, especially with Seungmin,” He said at this moment. Changbin didn't worry about waking up the others. I let a small laugh escape my lips, “Well, I guess I'm losing him to her, but as I said, maybe I'm not enough.” I said, gripping my bag. Changbin rolled his eyes as he stood up straight upon hearing a bedroom door open, “Is everything alright?” A tired Chan asked, rubbing his eyes. Changbin shook his head, “Yeah,” I murmured. Chan had a confused expression as he crossed his arms, “Which one is it?” he asked.

“I should probably go; Seungmin must’ve forgotten about today,” I said with a weak smile; Chan and Changbin had brooding looks. “He’s still not back?” Chan asked as Changbin sighed, “No.” He murmured. I grabbed my tennis shoes, “I’ll see you guys Monday,” I whispered. “You just got here, don't leave,” Changbin said; I forced a smile. I wasn't alright; I could feel myself breaking little by little. “Stay,” Chan said, taking my shoes from my grasp. “Go rest; you look exhausted,” Chan said, tossing my shoes to the ground. I look at them both with a faint smile, “I don't wanna be a burden.” I murmured. Changbin groaned as he rubbed his face, “God, you’re not a burden bibble, just go sleep.” Changbin said, pointing to Seungmin’s bedroom. I opened my mouth to say something, but Chan ushered me towards the room.

I closed the bedroom door behind me as I set my bag on the chair; tears began to flow as I heard Chan and Changbin talking about Seungmin’s strange behavior. Removing the black shorts, I got under the duvets and stared at the ceiling. My train of thoughts stopped as I heard the front door getting slammed shut; my hands made their way onto my ears as I heard Chan scolding Seungmin. My tired eyes filled up with tears; Changbin let out his thoughts about Soma. “Whatever it is that you have going on with Soma has to stop!” Chan exclaimed; I could already see the pissed-off look on Seungmin. “Nothing is going on between her and me, and you know that,” Seungmin said; Changbin lets out a scoff. “Right, and you didn't ditch Bibs tonight. Is that it?” Changbin asked; more voices could be heard in the living room. “What’s going on? Why are you three arguing?” Jeongin asked; I kept my gaze on the ceiling.

“Did she leave?” Seungmin asked; Changbin laughed. “I bet you would've loved that,” he said; the sound of glass breaking had me get out of bed and curl up in the corner of the room. I began to count under my breath, “Knock it off, you two!” Chan raised his voice. Fear washed over me as I heard the door open, burying my face in my knees. I kept counting, “No! Walk it off! Come back once you've cooled down!” Chan scolded as I heard Seungmin scoff. A gasp escaped my lips as I flinched at the slightest touch, “Hey hey, it's me.” Felix whispered. I looked at him with a terrified look. My chest ached as I looked at the others; they all had worrisome eyes. “Is it over?” I whispered; Jeongin had sad eyes as he walked out of the room. Felix nodded, “Yeah, it's over. You don't need to worry, come on. Let's get you to sleep,” He said, slowly grabbing my hands. “She comes here to get away from the arguments at home, yet she has to hear it here too,” Minho murmured, looking at Chan.

Hyunjin handed me two pills and a water bottle, “They’ll help you sleep,” he said with a faint smile. I knew that they weren't sleeping pills; I knew these pills from anywhere. My antidepressants, I swallowed them without hesitation. I look at the ceiling once again, “I hate those pills.” I said. Chan lets out a sigh, “I know, but it will help you feel at ease.” He said. I pulled on the covers, “Get some rest,” Minho said, patting my head softly. I could feel the drug-taking effect on me, “Don’t worry, we’ll be here if you need anything,” Han said as he turned off the lights. “Seungmin will be here soon. Get some sleep,” Felix said, walking out the room closing the door behind him.

I turned to my side as my eyes felt heavy; I could feel every muscle in me relaxing. The whole argument was my fault; everywhere I go, I'm nothing but a burden. God, I wish I wasn't a problem. Feeling startled as the mattress dipped next to me, I let out a small sigh as I saw Seungmin. “I’m glad that you're still here,” he whispered. Is he? “I know that I said I would be back quickly, but I had to take care of something.” He said. I turned to face him, “Which is?” I whispered. Seungmin pulls me towards him, “Setting boundaries for Soma...It would help if you didn't think I have a thing for Soma because I don't.” he said. Seungmin ran his slender fingers on my skin as I looked into his eyes, “You don't have to worry about Soma; it's only you that I see.” Seungmin whispered. My hand caresses his cheek softly, “I'm sorry that you can't see that I'm a problem.” I whispered. Seungmin shook his head, “No, no, you're not love. I know I can't fix you, but I'll help you by staying with you.” He said.

A forced chuckle left my lips, “If this you trying to break up, then I don't want it...” Seungmin whispered. I could see the sadness in his eyes. “Maybe we could break up...but I rather not lose you,” I whispered, snaking my arms around his torso. Seungmin holds me tightly, “I’m sorry for leaving you alone...” he murmured. I smile faintly as I peck his lips, “It's okay.” I said. “No, it’s not okay, baby. I promised you a movie night, and I didn't fulfill it.” Seungmin said; I boop his nose lightly. “And I know you'll make it up to me,” I said; seungmin sighed.

Attaching my lips onto his, I could feel the familiar warmth in me erupting. Our lips mold into one as we let ourselves get lost in the moment, my fingers entwined with his hair. His hands trailed every inch of my skin, pulling away breathless Seungmin hovered over me. “I love you,” he whispered, interwinding our hands together. A smile formed on my lips before I could reply; his lips found their way onto mine. I let a small laugh escape my lips, “I love you.” I murmured against the kiss

#straykids #straykidsimagines #fanfiction #wattpad #straykids seungmin #kim seungmin #stray kids seungmin #skz seungmin imagines #skz seungmin

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karahalloway · 3 years

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(Un)Common Attraction: Chapter 36 - When The Lights Go Down

Series: TRR (following the events of Book 1, with some changes)

Pairing: Drake Walker x OC (Harper Gale)

Rights belong to Pixelberry, most characters and some dialogue belong to them.

Book Synopsis: Harper Gale is a small-town girl working as a waitress at a seedy New York dive bar. After a chance encounter with nobility sees her jetting halfway around the world to compete for the hand of the Prince of Cordonia, her dream of seeing the world starts to come true sooner than she expected. But as the completion heats up, Harper quickly learns that life at court is a lot more than just pretty dresses and fancy balls, and that the polished aristocratic smiles often hide deceit. Does she have what it takes to rise above the gossip and intrigue of the social season, and beat the nobles at their own games? And, more importantly, does she actually want to become the queen of a small European country? Or will her heart have other ideas?

Masterlist: (Un)Common Attraction

Chapter Summary: It’s the night of the long-awaited Beaumont Bash and Harper is forced to think fast when an unexpected hitch threatens to derail the whole evening… and she also receives an unexpected confession.

Word Count: 5,500

Rating/Warnings: M (swearing, a slightly lemony moment)

Chapter theme song:

Bonus Material: Beaumont Bash photo collage + Comic

Please read: Author’s Note

Also available on Wattpad.

A/N: The links to peoples outfits are as close as I could get to what I had in mind, but they should give you a decent taste 🤗

Chapter 36 - When The Lights Go Down

"I can't believe it came together!" I grin.

I was stood in the middle of the Beaumont House ballroom surveying the (frankly!) magnificent results of our handiwork. The golden light of the chandeliers danced around the room, sparkling off the polished china and cutlery sitting on the tables.

In keeping with tonight's nautical theme, I was dressed in a royal blue floor-length dress with an open back and a floaty, A-line skirt that kicked frothily at my feet when I walked, revealing my legs through the sexy, waist-high slit at the front. I had twisted my hair into a kind of messy beehive updo and hidden the lingering bruises on my face with a liberal application of foundation and blush.

"Yeah, it looks rather good, doesn't it?" beams Maxwell next to me. He was dressed in a cobalt paisley patterned tux accented with a blue cummerbund and bowtie that matched the colour of my dress.

"If the two of you are quite finished with your self-congratulatory back-thumping, I suggest you take your places," mutters Bertrand, though I can see a glint of relieved satisfaction in his eyes as well. "Our guests should start arriving any minute."

"Let's get this party started," I declare, turning on my heel to make my way out of the ballroom.

"I'll just go check on the appetisers," Maxwell informs me. "Be with you in a tick."

"You're really proud of those, aren't you?" I ask with a smile.

"Of course!" he affirms. "I put my blood, sweat, and tears into those things! I want them presented perfectly!"

"Nothing like a crisis to bring out your inner Master Chef," I remark as Maxwell disappears down towards the kitchens.

Despite the event management company cancelling on us at the last minute, Bertrand had managed to hire some replacement waitstaff, so we could focus on getting through an evening of dinner and small talk without needing to serve the attendees ourselves. Because apparently while Bertrand may have been willing to get down on his hands and knees to scrub toilets behind closed doors, he was not willing to debase himself in front of the aristocratic crowd by moonlighting as a waiter.

"Lady Harper."

Arriving in the entrance hall, I look up at the sound of my name and spot Christian stood at the top of the stairs, adjusting his cufflinks.

"You truly are a sight to behold," he declares with a smile.

"You don't look too shabby yourself," I remark, taking in his white tie ensemble which he had accentuated with a light blue kerchief tucked into his breast pocket. "And neither do your floral arrangements."

He lets out a wry chuckle as he descends the stairs. "I have to admit, that when I arrived this morning, I was not expecting to be press-ganged into service as an interior decorator."

"You're lucky you weren't here yesterday," I remark dryly. "Otherwise, you'd have been scrubbing the floor next to Drake."

"What's that, Gale? You sayin’ I missed a spot?"

Glancing back up the stairwell, I catch sight of Drake and my mouth literally drops to the floor. "Are you actually wearing a tie?" I ask in disbelief.

He was dressed in a midnight blue suit that I hadn't seen him wear before, combined with a crisp white shirt and what looked like a rather expensive-looking indigo silk brocade tie, giving the overall impression that he had just stepped off the cover of GQ magazine.

"Max collared me into one," he grumbles, adjusting the tie with a sour look on his face as he makes his way down the steps. "Quite literally."

"Well, you are certainly looking sharp, mate," smiles Christian, clapping Drake on the shoulder as he reaches the bottom of the stairs.

Drake rolls his eyes, but I can see a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"The appetisers are all ready to go," announces Maxwell as he joins us in the hall. "The staff are just—"

The words die on his lips as he lays eyes on Hana, who had just appeared at the top of the stairs. She was dressed in a floor-length blue tulle dress with a blush underskirt that sported a beaded sweetheart neckline and a jewelled belt. She had styled her hair so that it draped elegantly down one shoulder, kissing the line of her exposed collarbone.

"Evening, everyone," she smiles prettily as she makes her way carefully down the steps, her hand trailing delicately along the banister.

"Hana!" I exclaim. "You look amazing!"

"So do you, Harper!" Hana says with a bright smile. "This was the only sort of blue dress that I had with me. I hope it's acceptable."

"Lady Hana," greets Christian, laying a kiss on the back of Hana's hand as she joins us. "You are an unqualified vision in that dress. I believe it is more than acceptable. Wouldn't you agree, Maxwell?"

"So beautiful..." breathes Maxwell with a googly-eyed expression. I was quite sure that if I wanted to, I could've knocked him over with a feather.

"Thank you," replies Hana with a dainty blush rising up her cheeks. "I...err... like your tuxedo too."

Christian and I exchange knowing looks while Drake raises a brow at the cute, but slightly cringey interplay between Hana and Maxwell.

"Ahem!" comes an exasperated scoff from behind us. "Are you going to leave us standing here the whole night?"

Turning around, I can see that Olivia has arrived and was glaring at us from the doorway.

"Lady Olivia," I greet dutifully. "Welcome to House Beaumont."

I elbow Maxwell in the ribs to snap him out of his mooning.

"Oh! My apologies, Lady Olivia," he exclaims, snapping to attention. "I did not see you there."

"Evidently," she snips, shrugging out of what looked like a genuine fox-fur wrap and tossing it to a nearby valet as if into a trash can. "I only hope that the rest of the evening isn't such a complete disgrace."

"Well, it certainly will be, if Lady Huff-a-lot has anything to say about it," I mutter under my breath as Olivia sweeps towards the ballroom, her heels clicking imperiously on the marble tiles.

"I'll go see if I can improve her mood," offers Christian. "Lady Hana, will you accompany me to the ballroom?"

"Of course, You Highness," replies Hana with a gracious smile.

"Lord and Lady Marchinot!" greets Maxwell next to me as another set of guests arrive. "Welcome to the Beaumont Bash!"

"Lord Maxwell!" booms the portly nobleman. "Well met! I must say, I am very much looking forward to tonight's shindig!"

"I'll head off as well," murmurs Drake into my ear, his rich baritone sending waves of heat licking through my core. "I'm sure you can manage the noble ass- and boot licking on your own, Gale."

"There's some whiskey behind the bar for you," I reply softly, catching his eye as I hold my hand out to be kissed by Lord Marchinot.

I had asked Christian to bring up a few bottles with him this morning so Drake would have something to drink tonight, given that he tended to turn his nose up at the fancy wine and champagne that the nobles preferred.

His eyes widen ever so slightly. "Thanks, Harper. Appreciate it."

"Can't have you going thirsty, Walker," I wink as I curtsey to Lady Marchinot.

Maxwell and I spend the next thirty minutes or so greeting the steady stream of guests as they arrive at Beaumont House for tonight's festivities. The names and faces of the nobles rush past me in a dizzying haze of tuxes and ballgowns. I smile and curtsey politely to each person until Bertrand comes to relieve us, telling us to go and mingle in the ballroom instead while he takes over the receiving line.

Stepping back into the ballroom, I filch a glass of Moscato from a passing server to quench my thirst as I do a quick survey of the crowd. The aristos were gathered around the room in groups of threes and fours, sipping alcohol and sampling the appetisers with nods of approval.

"Looks like our Buds of Paradise are a success," I whisper to Maxwell.

"It's all in the marketing," he replies smugly. "I told the waitstaff to tell anyone who asks that they are serving a deconstructed delicacy of caviar cultivated from pampered hake fish of the Swedish fjords with Prosecco from a small micro-brewery in Trieste."

I raise a sceptical brow. "Are they?"

"Nope. Bertrand ordered in the cheapest stuff he could get his hands on. But doesn't mean we can't sell it as haute cuisine. It serves to enhance the experience, after all," he says with a waggle of his brows.

I scoff into my wine as Maxwell strides off to make his rounds.

"Oh, Lady Harper!" greets Madeleine, sashaying up to me in a royal blue gown with off-the shoulder sleeves and a panelled skirt. "Don't you look...well...nice."

"Thanks?" I say, raising a brow. There was something in her tone that I couldn't place – surprise, jealousy?

"I must say, your sudden disappearance from Applewood caused quite the stir," she continues conversationally. "Especially given that you missed the intimate dinner with Prince Christian in the gardens."

"Yes, well, something came up," I reply stiffly, taking a fortifying sip of my drink.

"Yes, I had heard rumours that the help you hired to organise the event gave you some unexpected trouble. But, by the look of things, you managed to sort everything out in time for the guests' arrival," she surmises with pursed lips.

"Why?" I ask, narrowing my eyes."Were you expecting us to cancel the Bash?"

Was she somehow behind the event planners pulling out at the last minute?

"Oh, of course not!" she demures with a dimply smile. "I only hope that the rest of the evening proceeds without a hitch. With this being the last event of the social season before the Coronation Ball, all eyes are – naturally – on the Beaumonts. It would be such a shame if something were to go wrong so close to the end of the season."

"We have things well under control," I inform her curtly.

"Naturally!" she agrees, her face a mask of innocence. "But I know from personal experience that even the slightest hiccup could ruin an otherwise perfectly planned event. I just hope you've prepared for all eventualities."

"Don't worry," I reply tightly. "We have."

"Excellent!" she declares. "Well, I hope you have a wonderful evening, my dear."

As Madeleine saunters off, I scan the ballroom quickly before skirting around the edge of the room towards the back corner.

"Drake," I hiss, grabbing his arm to pull him off to one side.

"Gale, what are y—?"

"Have you noticed anything... strange since you've been in here?"

He squints down at me. "What d’you mean?"

"Honestly, I don't know," I huff. "But I think Madeleine is going to try and sabotage the evening."

"Are you sure?"

"No," I admit. "But the way she was talking to me just now raised my hackles for some reason."

"Gut instincts are rarely wrong," Drake declares sagely, taking a sip of his whiskey.

"The only problem is, I have no idea what she plans to do."

"Don't focus on the what. Focus on the who. If you were her, who would you want to target to cause maximum damage to you and the Beaumonts?"

My eyes widen in horror. "The King and Queen."

"Exactly," he nods. "If something were to happen to them here, you and the Beaumonts would take the blame. It would be a sure-fire way to discredit you in front of the entire court and the Council right before the Coronation."

"These people are un-fucking-believable," I seethe. "Do they really have nothing better to do than plot and scheme all the time?"

"Welcome to my world, Gale," mutters Drake dryly. "I get to deal with this kind of underhand shit on a weekly basis."

"So, what do you suggest we do?" I ask. "I don't care about my standing in this stupid competition, or what the court think of me, but I'm not going to let Madeleine ruin all the hard work we put into tonight, or hurt the King and Queen just so she can improve her non-existent chances with Christian."

"I'll tell Bast to discreetly beef up security around the royals,” advises Drake, “and to keep an eye on their food and drink, in case Maddy plans to spike it. Apart from that, just watch out for anyone acting suspiciously. Look for nervous fidgeting amongst the waitstaff, reaching into pockets, lingering where they shouldn't be. And tell the Beaumonts to do the same. I'll find Chris and give him a heads-up as well."

"Alright," I say with a determined nod, throwing myself back into the throng to find Maxwell and Bertrand. I locate them next to the drinks table, chatting to some aristos who I don't know.

"... and then he demanded a one percent surcharge on all exports from my county," scoffs one of the noblemen. "As if he has negotiating from a position of strength!"

The others laugh rancorously in response.

"My apologies, gentlemen," I interject, stepping between Maxwell and Bertrand and looping my arms through theirs. "But I absolutely must steal the Beaumonts away. I hope you don't mind?" I flash an apologetic smile for added effect.

"Of course, my lady," nod the nobles graciously.

"Harper!" hisses Bertrand as I tug him and Maxwell away. "What in the blazes do you think you're doing? That was Count Kettering and Lord—"

"We have a serious situation," I inform him quietly.

"Oh, no!" gasps Maxwell. "Please don't tell me that one of the toilets has become clogged!"

"It's worse than that," I admit. I quickly rehash the conversations I had had with Madeleine and Drake.

"Good God!" exclaims Bertrand. "The nerve of that Amaranth girl!"

"Not sure why you're surprised," I remark. "You told me that she is, and I quote, 'a shrewd political operator who knows how to manipulate any situation to her advantage'. Looks like she is trying to do exactly that."

"But to target the King and Queen...!" Bertrand shakes his head in disbelief. "They're related by blood!"

"Well, we don't actually know what she's planning, or if she's planning anything, but for the sake of the Bash, we should be on the lookout nevertheless."

"Maxwell, get to the kitchens and keep an eye on the staff," declares Bertrand. "If anyone tries any funny business, you stop them by whatever means necessary. Harper, you supervise the waitstaff in the ballroom. I'll announce the start of dinner – we'll be eating an hour earlier than planned, but the last-minute change to the schedule may throw off whatever Madeleine has planned."

As the Beaumonts disperse, I rush over to the drinks table and grab a couple of unopened bottles of red and white wine, as well as a bottle opener. The barmen eye me curiously, but say nothing. Making my way over to the head table, I deposit the bottles before grabbing a jug of water and a napkin and proceeding to wipe down all the plates, cutlery and glassware. I had no idea how one could realistically spike someone's food or drink, but in the event that Madeleine had rubbed or sprayed something on the tableware, I wanted to make sure that it was removed before we sat down to eat.

Just as I place the last wine glass back onto the table, I hear the herald announce the arrival of the King and Queen. As I dip into a curtsey, along with the rest of the room, I feel a presence behind me.

"Drake's appraised me of the situation," murmurs Christian into my ear.

"I really hope I'm not being paranoid," I admit, keeping my eyes fixed on the royals as they make their way across the room, greeting nobles left and right. "Otherwise, I've just created a lot of angst for nothing."

"Living at court, I've learned to trust my instincts," says Christian, watching the procession as well. "And unfortunately, this is not the first time that someone's tried something like this."

I hear Bertrand's voice boom across the room, asking everyone to take their seats for the dinner portion of the evening. Christian and I stand behind our chairs, waiting for the King and Queen to sit before the rest of us sit down as well.

"May I interest their Majesties in a drink to accompany dinner?" I ask, sweeping my hand in front the row of bottles. I figured that the best way to ensure that no one tried to sneak anything into the royals' drinks was to manage the supply of alcohol myself.

"Lady Harper!" exclaims the Queen. "Surely it's the job of the waitstaff to offer us refreshments?"

"Here at House Beaumont, we pride ourselves on providing a personal service," jumps in Bertrand, no doubt catching my intention.

"Well, it doesn't get much more personal than this!" declares the King with a wry smile. "A glass of Merlot for me, if you will, Lady Harper."

"Certainly, Your Majesty," I reply, uncorking the bottle with practiced ease and sloshing a bit into the King's glass. "Ma'am?"

"The same," replies the Queen, eyeing me curiously. "If I remember correctly, you have some experience as a waitress, Lady Harper."

"That's correct, Ma'am," I reply, handing her the glass. "It's how I met Prince Christian."

"Will you be serving the entrée as well, Lady Harper?" asks the King, swirling the wine in his glass before giving it a sniff.

"One Portaviran Fish Stew, for you, Your Majesty," announces Maxwell, appearing to deposit a bowl in front of the King. "And one for you, Your Majesty," he adds, laying the other bowl in front of the Queen.

"We really are being treated tonight, aren't we, my dear?" chuckles the King, lifting his spoon to sample the stew.

"Quite," replies the Queen, glancing up at Maxwell's beaming face with raised brows.

Servers appear and start serving the rest of us and the assembled guests. I look warily at my soup, hoping that it was fine and that I won't end up throwing my guts up in five minutes' time. But, looking around the tables, I can see that everyone is digging into the first course with relish, and so far, no one has keeled over. With a resigned sigh, I dip my spoon into the broth as Bertrand chatters animatedly with the King and Queen.

As I eat, I survey the room and catch sight of Drake near the back of the room. He gives me a quick nod to indicate that everything was okay, for the moment at least.

Suddenly, the lights go out and the room is plunged into darkness. Several gasps and exclamations of shock go up around the room.

"Shit..." I mutter under my breath. We had been focused on the wrong thing!

"Everyone, please keep calm," advises Bertrand. "I'm sure the power will come back on momentarily."

But as the minutes tick by, I can hear nervous muttering from the guests.

Suddenly, Maxwell's words from earlier pop into my head.

"Give me your phone," I hiss to Christian. The form fitting dress I was wearing didn't have any pockets or convenient folds to stash a phone, so I had left mine upstairs in my room.

"My phone?" he asks.

"Yes!"

I feel the cool plastic of the phone being deposited into my hand. Tapping the screen to wake it up, I press the flashlight button and lay the phone face down onto the table.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I declare loudly.

I hear the rustle of expensive fabrics as the nobles turn towards the head table.

"Throughout the social season, we have paid homage to the rich history of Cordonia by remembering how people of the past used to live – by hunting, by fishing, and by cultivating their orchards.

"But tonight, let us take a moment to appreciate one of the natural wonders of the kingdom – the Mediterranean. While we have had a chance to admire its beauty from above during the Regatta, very rarely do we take the time to think about what lies beneath the surface. So, join me on a flight of fantasy as we explore the hidden depths of the sea that provided the bounty for tonight's dinner through a sensory tasting experience."

As excited whispering fills the ballroom, my ears suddenly pick up the sound of waves crashing onto the shore. Glancing at Maxwell, I see that he had also pulled out his phone and seems to have found some ambient ocean noises to accompany my impromptu narrative. He flashes me a quick thumbs-up, encouraging me to continue as he turns the volume up as high as it can go.

"I have heard of these so-called 'dark dining' experiences before," muses the King. "But I've never had an opportunity to experience it."

"Yes, while unexpected, it is definitely a refreshing change of step from how these evenings usually run," agrees the Queen.

"As you sample tonight's culinary offerings, without the usual distractions," I continue, "take an additional moment to pay attention to the symphony of flavors and has been beautifully created to entice the taste buds and awaken the senses. Can you taste the ocean? Can you smell the sand? When our sense of sight is dulled, our other senses work to compensate, and we became aware of flavours and scents that would normally go unnoticed during our daily dining experiences. Bon appetit."

"Harper," whispers Christian as I sit back down. "That was truly masterful."

"It's all in the marketing," I reply with a grin.

The rest of the dinner proceeds – thankfully – without incident. As the servers are clearing away the remains of the dessert course with the help of phones and flashlights, the lights suddenly come back on and the room erupts in a frenzy of clapping and cheering.

"Duke Ramsford," says the King, "I must say that you have really outdone yourself this year. The food was delicious, the wine excellent, and this clever surprise with the lights has certainly made this evening memorable. You've delivered the type of enjoyable evening we would've expected from a Beaumont celebration."

"That's kind of you to say, sir," replies Bertrand smoothly. "I regret we could only host you for one night..."

"It can't be helped with the social season coming to an end. We must return to the Palace to prepare for the Coronation."

"You'll be sorely missed when you retire, sir," says Bertrand. "It's been an honour knowing you all these years."

"Oh, Duke Ramsford," chides the King with a wave of his hand. "That's not necessary."

"I think it is, sir," insists Bertrand. "To the Crown!"

"To the Crown!" choruses Maxwell.

"To the Crown," I agree, lifting my glass.

"Now, I believe it's time to retire to the main hall to start the second half of the evening," advises Bertrand, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Don't let us keep you," smiles the Queen. "We'll join you shortly."

"You Majesties," nods Bertrand respectfully as he rises from his chair. Turning to the rest of the room, he says, "Now that the dessert course has been served, the grand hall is now open. Please join us there for the after-dinner festivities!"

* * *

The first tendrils of dawn find me perched on top a stone balustrade, dangling my bare feet over the edge as I gaze out over the Beaumont's rolling vineyards from one the House's balconies, extracting the pins from my hair.

Listening to the opening notes of the dawn chorus, a wry smile forms on my lips as I think back to the craziest night of my life.

Bertrand had not been exaggerating when he had said that the Beaumont Bash was the 'showstopping finale' to the social season. I thought I had seen some epic parties at college, but the nobles had somehow managed to top even the wild antics of the Wolf of Wall Street. Because it had turned out that underneath their expensive clothes and haughty sneers, the nobles could really let rip when they got boozed up.

Not only had there been a never-ending supply of champagne flowing the whole night (which the brothers had opened with various vintage weapons from their impressive arsenal), more disco balls and glow sticks than Spring Break in Mexico, and a party playlist that would give even David Guetta a run for his money, but the crazy brothers had actually staged a bareback horse race down the long corridors. Given the jockeys had been tipsy at best and rip-roaring drunk at worst while wearing ballgowns and tuxes, it had been a miracle that none of the participants had seriously injured themselves when they inevitably came tumbling off their steeds onto the cold marble floor. And if that wasn't enough, Maxwell had organised an archery contest, using the stone busts of his disapproving ancestors as targets.

But the highlight of the night had to have been when Hana had challenged Maxwell to a dance-off. Apparently, she had taken my quip about her lacking pop-culture education to heart and had been watching on-demand movies in the evenings while she had stayed behind in Applewood. And, having consequently come across the Step Up series, she had drunkenly decided that the Beaumont Bash would be perfect place to challenge Lord Breakdance himself to a dance battle. I had delighted in filming the whole thing on Drake's phone so I could commemorate the historic moment where Hana out-danced Maxwell. I had never seen my sponsor look so surprised... or so turned on!

The Bacchic revelry had carried on into the wee hours of the morning with dancing, drinking games and hook-ups galore. But as the clock ticked relentlessly towards morning, the dancefloor began to empty out as people dragged each other upstairs to consummate their drunken affections, or simply passed out in the available corners as the relentless binging finally caught up with them. Only a handful of diehards were still swaying to the music, refusing to acknowledge that the night was coming to an end.

As the sky lightens from inky blue to red and then to gold, I take a deep inhale of the crisp morning air, marvelling at the beauty of the Beaumonts' estate as the majestic sunrise paints the rolling hills into colour once more.

As Drake would say, it was one helluva view...

Given that this could very well be one of my last nights in Cordonia, I had been determined to make the most of it, especially since the Bash had been nothing like the stiff, formal balls and the fancy high-brow gatherings that had dominated the social season to date.

Letting my breath out, I take one last look at the beautiful vista spread out in front of me before grabbing my heels from where I had placed them beside me.

Lifting my legs up onto the stone, I feel warm hands wrap around my waist.

"Easy there, Gale. Don't want to go tumbling off now."

Glancing up, I see Drake looking down at me with that impenetrable gaze of his as he helps spin me around to face him.

"What are you doing here?" I query, gazing up at his ruggedly handsome face as it becomes illuminated by the golden light of the early morning sun. "I thought you had called it quits hours ago."

"And miss the view?" he asks, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, his eyes boring into mine.

"Haven't you seen it dozens of times before?" I breathe, running my hands up his chest as I inhale his heady scent.

At some point during the night, he had ditched his suit jacket and tie and had reverted to his preferred array of rolled-up sleeves and top two buttons left undone on his shirt. If anything, he looked even better like this than he had at the start of the night.

"I never get tired of it," he murmurs, cupping my face in his hands.

Dipping his head, his mouth finds mine in a heart-stopping kiss. As he pulls me closer to him, my lips part in a soft sigh as my body arches into his.

Whereas our previous kisses had been full of pent-up desire and much too brief, this one was truly awe inspiring in its langorous tenderness. Time slows to a crawl and I feel myself melt as he explores every inch of my mouth with a delicate slowness the likes of which I had never experienced before.

"D-Drake..." I moan in protest when he pulls slowly away.

"Yes, Gale?"

Opening my eyes with some difficulty, I see him looking down at me with a self-satisfied quirk to his lips.

"Wh-where did that come from?" I ask breathlessly, my lips on fire in the wake of his kiss. "I thought you said—"

"I've decided to tell Chris."

My jaw drops into my lap. "Really?"

He nods. "I'm going to arrange some time to talk to him after the Coronation."

"Oh, my God...! I don't believe it!" I gasp, throwing my hands over my mouth. "What made you decide to tell him?"

He flashes me a rueful smirk as he takes my hand in his. "I've been trying to convince myself to do the honourable thing and let you go back to the States, so Chris won't feel like I've screwed him over. But when I saw you sitting here with your hair down and your shoes next to you, I realised that as much as I wanted to avoid the potential press scandal and the definite fallout with my best friend, what I wanted even more was to walk up here and kiss you like I wanted to from the start. Because I'm tired of being careful all the time, of having to hide how I feel. Plus, you're the only girl I've ever met who's ever given me the time of day when I've been stood next Chris... and I'd be a monumental dumbass to let someone like that go."

"Damn straight, cowboy," I grin as I reach up to pull him in for another kiss.

Letting go of my hand, he snakes his fingers around the curve of my hips, tugging me towards him. Spreading my thighs, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in as my hands reach up to tangle themselves into his hair.

I hear him groan as I run my tongue along the inside of his mouth. His fingers move down to grip my ass, angling my hot centre up towards the rapidly growing bulge in his pants.

I moan into his mouth as I rake my nails down his chest to his belt.

God, I wanted him so bad...

"Harper..." he gasps, coming up for air. "Harper, we gotta stop..."

I groan in frustration. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"Trust me," he huffs with a lope-sided smile, "I really don't want to. But the social season isn't over yet and I owe it to Chris to talk to him before we... do anything more."

"You're going to be the death of me, Walker," I mutter as I pull reluctantly away.

Drake drops a kiss on my nose with a chuckle. "Now you know how I feel, girl. You kill me every time you look at me."

"At least you'd die happy," I breathe saucily, wrapping my fingers over the protrusion in the front of his pants.

A low groan hitches in the back of his throat. "You'd better get outta here before I say to fuck it and bend you over the balcony..."

"Hmm... I might just stay then," I purr, nipping his bottom lip.

"No," he declares, grabbing my wrist to bring my hand back up. "When we do this, I want it to be perfect. Just you and me, no looking over our shoulders, no distractions. I want to take my time and enjoy... every... last... second of it."

I swallow a moan as he emphasises each word with a kiss on the tip of each finger of my hand.

"Now, get," he orders, yanking me off the balustrade and shoving me towards the balcony door, his face tight with desire.

I heave a low breath.

His self-control was unreal...

But, I could see a sparkle in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

Pausing in the doorway, I flash him a sultry smile as I cock my hip so that the slit in my skirt parts. I slowly draw my hand up my bare thigh to reveal the full length of my legs beneath my dress.

I see him swallow with some difficulty as his heated gaze rakes over my exposed skin.

Locking eyes with him, I continue drawing my hand up between my legs, across my stomach, over the valley of my breasts and up my neck before extending it beneath my lips to blow him a kiss.

"Goodnight, cowboy," I purr with a wink. "Sweet dreams..."

I hear him groan as he leans back against the balustrade, gripping the edge of the stone to keep himself in check. "Goodnight, Gale."

The story continues in Chapter 37 - Full Circle

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an: christmas in april? sorry this took so long.. but here’s a little bit of established relationship and soft cute Christmas smut! Its been too long since we had something so sweet and smutty about our fav cute ass couple. It’s all sweet and soft and cute and then it gets filthy... the perfect dynamic, i want what they have. i was only inspired to finish this because of barzys hatty tonight haha, he deserves everything. I didn’t really spell check this yet, just needed to post finally!! Personally, I think its the hottest thing I've ever wrote. Lemme know!!! 💕

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You never believed you’d find someone to spend your life with. If anyone told you your holidays would one day be spent cuddling up with your boyfriend of almost two years in the apartment that you had just moved into together earlier that month, you would have told them they were wrong. Flat out wrong. Things as beautiful and destined as that only happened in movies, and you certainly weren’t lucky enough to get something like that. But, now, here you were.

And here was Mat.

Even after two years with Mat, there was still nothing better than spending the evening cuddled up with him on the couch. No matter how many fancy, expensive dinner dates he took you on at upscale restaurants in the city or how many helicopter rides you took together out in B.C. when he was showing you his home, or how much you loved hanging out with his friends and his family and his teammates, nothing was better than cuddles at home. As much time you spent together, you still felt as giddy and comfortable and safe and at-peace as that first time with him. Things didn't simmer down, that spark didn't fade away after a bit like you feared they would. But they became more subtle. You no longer had to ask him to come to the couch to cuddle, you no longer worried that maybe he wouldn't want to. It was a habit, at this point, to fall into his arms at the end of the day just the same as he did with you. You were each other’s safe havens, the place you laid your head to rest. You loved each other, and there was no place you’d rather be than together.

You’d spent the evening baking cookies, decorating the new tree, and wrapping his family member's Christmas gifts- a book his mom had been wanting, along with some of the cookies you'd made and various at-home spa items; hockey memorabilia and classic jerseys for his dad; and some new pieces of technology and the latest eye shadow palette that his sister had been wanting, along with some stupid jokes gifts that he wrapped in duct tape like the annoying older brother he was. Now, after the sunset bared its last light over the horizon and through your window, you lay together in bliss, with the tree twinkling its colorful lights across the room as you and Mat snuggled on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and everything felt right.

"I don't know why we went through all that work to decorate the tree if we're not even spending Christmas here." Mat grumbled playfully, his head on your chest, partially hidden under the blanket.

"Well," your face glowed in a smile as you remembered the flight out to Vancouver you had in a few days. Spending holidays with his family was always your favorite. Your family wasn’t the best, and it wasn’t too healthy to spend your holidays with them, but you always had Mat and his family. They were so welcoming, so kind, and for as many years now as you’d gone as Mat’s girlfriend, they had accepted you like family. "Because this is our home, Mat. It'd be wrong not to decorate it for the first time."

"I don't need a tree for this to feel like home."

“Aww, baby.”

“It’s true.” He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees above you on the couch, bringing his face level with yours. His warm breath hit your lips as he brushed his nose against yours, eyes slipping shut and grinning. “I love you. Always.”

“I love you always too.”

"I'm so glad you're here. I'm so happy we live together, finally."

"I'm glad we live together, too."

Mat snuggled down into your neck, the locks of dark hair that had been growing out lately tickling your face. You reached up to brush them aside and curl your hand around the back of his head, cupping his head against you tenderly . His hair was getting so nice and long, and you knew he’d have to cut it soon, per the team's guidelines, but god, you were gonna cherish it now.

"I actually have something for you, Maty."

"A Christmas present?"

"Well, an early Christmas present." You smiled at the excited look on his boyish face as he leaned back, the lights from the tree highlighting the sparkle in his eye. "You can't open it at your parent's house, so we're gonna do it here instead."

"What is it?"

"Try to figure it out."

He sat up then, his eyes scanning the room for anything that might seem out of the ordinary, anything that might be hidden. He was looking for his present, and you had to hold back a laugh at the sight.

"Maty…"

"No, no, I'll find it."

"Babe…"

"I got this."

"Let me give you a hint, at least." You sat up with him and took his hand in yours and cupped it against your cheek, turning your head to the side to kiss his fingers. He smiled at the touch, melting back into you and tracing his thumb across your skin.

"Alright, gimme the hint."

You pushed his hand down the smooth skin of your neck, the swell of your breasts, down the curve of your waist, and to the hem of his hoodie that swallowed you up. "It's right in front of you, baby."

"For real?" The joy in his eyes was the same you saw the first time you told him you were ready to take that step, almost two years ago now. No matter how many times you were together, he was always just as excited.

“You say that as if we’ve never done this before.”

“It always feels like the first time.”

You glowed and let go of his hand to reach up and cup his face between both of you. His words came so simply and without hesitation that you knew he was sincere. “Aw, Mat…”

“I’m serious.”

“You’re so sweet tonight.”

“Maybe I just really want to lay some love on you.” He hitched his hands under your thighs and tugged you close, lying you back against the couch once again. His hands slid up the soft skin of your tummy and waist, dipping under your shirt momentarily, and causing your breath to hitch in your throat- his hands always managed to do that to you- as you breathed out the words against his lips.

“Maybe I’m gonna let you.”

With one last grin, his face dipped down to yours, locking your lips together in a familiar, electric dance. Soft, gentle lips moving against yours had never felt as good as with any other boyfriends as they do with Mat. His touch was intoxicating, made your mind wander and your heart race flushed your skin and shocked you to the core. Ever since the very first time his hand grazed against yours when he reached out to hold it for the first time, to the first time your bodies connected in passion under the covers, it felt the same. Like fire. Even two years later, he drove you insane, and all you wanted, and frequently achieved, was to drive him insane as well. In the best way possible. Mat broke apart from your lips momentarily to slip the hoodie over your head, revealing his gift. “Fuck…”

Right there, in front of his eyes, your breasts were covered only by a lacy crimson fabric, held together behind a pretty red bow. With each heavy breath of anticipation, your chest was heaving softly before his eyes, and he found himself hypnotized by the gentle rise and fall.

“You like it?"

“Holy shit, you’re hot.”

“So are you.”

His eyes were wide, warm, and gentle, looking over you. He dragged his gaze away from your chest even though you could tell how hard it was, and shook his head. “Not as much as you.”

"Mmm", you took the liberty of taking his hands from where they had frozen beside you and placing them, big and warm, over your chest. "Go ahead, baby."

"No, no, I wanna savor this first."

His mouth dipped down, soft hair tickling your neck as he nibbled at your chest, laying little love bites and kisses along the tender skin. He cupped your boobs and squeezed them around his face, humming in content. You couldn’t help but laugh as he buried his face against you, and you could feel his grin break out against your skin. “Having fun, baby?”

“Oh my god, yes. You’re gorgeous. So soft.”

“Mmhm.” You sighed into his touch as he kissed his way back up your chest.

“Baby.” He spoke softly to get your attention, and your eyes opened lazily to see him, biting his lip and holding the delicate ribbon between two fingers. “Can I?”

“Please.” He gave a gentle tug, and with one last heave of your chest, the lacy bralette fell open, revealing one of Mat’s favorite parts of your body.

“Fucking Christ.”

“Bub, you can’t be swearing like that so close to Christmas.”

“How do you expect me not to when you’re…. God, just so perfect…” You saw the way his eyes glazed over mid-sentence in the colorful lights of the tree, the way his jaw went slack as you arched your chest up towards him. He reached out, slowly, as if worried you were going to disappear if he moved too quickly, and when the large, rough hands curled around the side of your waist and slid up and down, you felt goosebumps pop up along your skin.

“Your fingers are cold.”

“But you love it.” He ran the pad of his thumb over your nipples, watching as they pebbled under his touch in the cold air. “So do I.”

“Warm me up?”

“Always.”

He dipped his head down, his mouth hot and wet along the peaks and valleys of your chest, down your stomach.

His fingers traveled over the familiar layout of your body, colored in soft golden and red and green in the dancing Christmas lights, tracing each recognizable landmark with specific care- every memorized freckle and birthmark he had kissed since your first night together and every dimple in your skin that he cherished, every spot that had his fingerprints imprinted onto like memory foam after so many nights spent holding you tight with everything in him, as if you'd slip away. As if you'd want to. With each inch his hands followed, he found more, there was always more territory to be marked down, jotted down in his brain for future reference. He was always finding something new. Something more to use against you, to use against you in the best way possible, to push you further and further to that blissful end goal.

He made his way down, down, down, until his breath was hot over your lace-covered core, his hand gripping your hips tightly. Mat smiled as your hands found his hair, curling your fingers through a fistful of the dark locks before releasing and smoothing it back into place again. Mat's favorite thing about going down on you, besides the way it pleasured you, was the way your hands felt on his head, massaging and grabbing and twisting and pulling. It was heaven to him, letting you guide him around like that.

“Can I take them off?”

“Hmm.” As much as you wanted him to ravage you right there, with those soft, sultry eyes he was giving you, he was wearing far too many clothes. “You first.”

Mat didn't say anything else before stripping out of his dark crew neck sweater and jumping up off the couch to kick his gray sweats down. His smile was contagious as your gaze dropped from his face, down his bare chest and the little chain you’d gotten him for your anniversary, down towards the tent in his boxers with a silly, excited grin. He laughed. "Not tired of seeing me yet?"

"Never."

"You sure you’re not getting bored of my dick yet?"

"No, baby. Definitely not.” You grinned, the thought of spending the rest of your life with him bouncing around your mind. “Why? Are you getting bored of me?"

"No way." Mat leaned down to lace your fingers together and lock lips. "How could I?"

"How could I get tired of you, Maty?"

Mat hummed. He loved this little play, the little banter, the back and forth. He'd loved it since you first started dating, and he always would. He knew you loved him endlessly, but he played along. "I'm just a hockey player."

"No, you're my hockey player. My boyfriend. My pretty, pretty baby."

Mat settled back down between your legs with a warm smile. "Yeah, I am. So can I take these off now?" He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. "C'mon, I know how much you love my tongue."

Your thighs squeezed around him at the words. “Fuck, please.”

“Anything for my baby.”

You lifted your hips for him as he tugged the lacy fabric down your thighs with nimble fingers, stopping momentarily after they were off to just look at you. He let out a sigh, his eyes finding yours again with a soft look as you squirmed a bit beneath him- not because you were shy, no, you were long past that point in your relationship, but because you just needed him to do anything to you. Mat had spent the past two years helping you love and appreciate your body, and this, right here in this moment, was the perfect showcase of how much he helped- as he was gazing down at your naked body and the only thing you felt was just the absolute need and desire for his body to move against yours and his warmth to cover you up. No nerves. Only love, and need.

“Shit, you’re gorgeous.”

“I know.”

The lack of hesitation in your reply had Mat bending over you and laughing. “That’s your response?”

“Yeah! I mean, you let me know. You make me feel so confident.”

“Mmhm, good, babygirl.” He scooted back down to lay his head against the soft, naked inside of your thigh gazing up at you through his eyelashes. “I always wanna make you feel good. Physically and mentally.” He turned to lay open-mouthed kisses against your thighs, and any thought of response you may have had dissolved completely as you leaned back and waited for him to do his magic. His hand reached up to cup your heat, just feeling you against his palm for a moment before swiping a long finger through your fold, smiling and raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh? Already so wet for me?”

“Always, baby. You should know this by now.”

“Yeah?” He dipped his fingers at your opening teasingly and his head dipped down to connect his lips with your clit, kissing it gently and watching you squirm. “Ugh, I could fuck you right now if I was in a rush. But you know the foreplay is my favorite part.”

“I know. And you’re so good.”

“Good.”

He went silent then, his tongue wide and wet, licking a long stripe along your slick and gathering the wetness at your clit, giving it soft, kitten licks and wet kisses. He listened intently for every soft sigh that left your lips- music to his ears- and felt every tug on his hair when he flicked his tongue in small circles around that spot like he knew you loved. And the best part was that he knew. You didn’t understand how couples could get tired of each other after years. You didn’t understand how the excitement could flicker away or how they could get tired of each other’s bodies or minds. Never in your relationship with Mat have you felt as excited as now, two years in. The thought that he knew your body inside and out, maybe even better than you did, was just so overwhelming in the best possible way, and the longer you lay there, with Mat’s mouth on you, you couldn’t stop thinking that this is your man.

Mat was lying flat against the long couch, his face between your thighs and his hands holding your legs open for him. His dark hair was a wild mess, and you could see the gentle movements of his lower back and ass and the back of his thighs illuminated golden in the lights, rolling lazily against the couch cushion- covered by a blanket, of course- to provide any friction for his sadly untouched cock.

You hadn’t even noticed the noises dripping from your lips until Mat pulled back, and the lack of feeling his mouth against your core had you whining for him.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over you.”

“Mmmmat.” You hummed his name, dragging out the “M” in the way you knew he loved.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Please keep touching me.”

He sat up, between your thighs, knees digging into the couch, and his bare thighs and torso on display for you. You loved him, all of him, and all of his body. His legs, his abdomen, his chest, his arms… all of it was amazing. Perfect to look at and perfect to touch, to grab, to dig your nails into as he railed you. To ground yourself with. “Baby, you know I love eating you out. But I just gotta see you right now. And talk to you.” His big hand slid up the inside of your thigh, and your breath caught in your throat when he started rubbing soft, small circles against your clit. “So this position will have to do, okay? I promise I’ll spend all day before our flight eating your pussy.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“I hope so. God, this fucking thing. Could eat it for days.” He pushed a single finger inside you, slow and steady, but enough to make you clench around him. His fingers were so much better than yours, just a little longer and a little thicker in a way that had you squirming for more. “So fucking tight and wet. So hot. I’m so lucky to have you.” His free hand left your hip, leaving nothing but cold, empty fingerprints on your skin, and rubbed against the bulge in his dark boxers. You could see how much he was aching, and you were determined to make it better.

“Mat, c’mere.”

“I’m knuckles deep in your pussy, babe, how much closer do you want me?” You laughed at him, rolling your hip down against said finger. How he could be so funny and sexy at the same time was beyond you.

“Lie down with me. I wanna touch you.” You held your arms out for him and scooted to the side, and he obliged quickly, lying on his side between you and the back of the couch and hooking your left leg over his right thigh. His hand dipped back down between your thighs, pressing into you before you could even catch your breath, feeling exhilarated at the much more intimate position. “Oh, fuck, Mat.” You reached out to him, willing and eager to reciprocate the feeling. He drew in a sharp breath at the way your hand rubbed over the thick bulge in his boxers, pulling the waistband down just enough to release him from his cotton prison.

His cock jumped up against his lower belly, stiff and pink and needy for you and only you. Your hand, your mouth, and you could tell by the way Mat’s fingers paused inside you that he was anticipating the moment your fingers wrapped around his length. “Oh, that feels so good. Always does, baby.” And then, as you worked your hand against him, he pumped his long fingers inside you, bringing his other thumb to rub mercilessly at your clit. But still, even with the way he was fucking you on his hand, the most intense part of this moment was the way he held your gaze; the lust, the need, the twinkle of amusement in his hazel eyes at the sheer amazement that he got to do this with you; and the love- the pure, unadulterated love that soaked from his skin to yours, in every touch, in ever moment spent together, every kiss, and every time you laid together, bare and vulnerable, in the heat of passion, under the twinkling lights or in the dark, safe haven of your home to show each other how much you loved each other. His warm eyes glittered in the light, reflecting the gold and green and red lights from the Christmas tree that illuminated the room, and the city lights outside the window of your apartment lit up his body and highlighted every muscle. Your apartment, the one you own together, and the one you knew you were going to make countless memories in. His eyes glittered with love, with the question of “can you believe we still make each other feel so good?” and with the statement “I want to kiss you so bad right now”. Your hand pumped his length, pulling a soft moan from his lips, one that you had used to have to work so hard to hear. “I want to hear you, baby” You had used to say, practically begging him to let himself go as he bit his lip to hold back the moans. It had taken a bit of encouragement, but now he never held back with the sounds that left his pretty mouth. You lay there, vulnerable and exposed to each other, staring into each other’s eyes as with hands between each other's thighs, cheeks pink and hearts full of love as you helped each other climb to that climax.

You broke eye contact first, laughing breathlessly and feeling your cheeks go hot under his gaze. Despite the lack of shame you felt in front of him, he could still get you so flustered and giggly.

“What’s so funny, beautiful?” He asked between shaky breaths.

“You’re so beautiful, Mat. Those moans are so pretty. I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah?” He smiled with another laugh. “I can feel how wet you are. It’s crazy.” He slipped the tip of a third finger into you, your hole aching and pulsing around them already. “Oh, fuck, I love your moans too.” And you could tell he did, as his hips jerked helplessly up into your hand. “Faster, baby.”

“Only if you kiss me.”

Without hesitation, he leaned over and his lips locked onto yours, needy and begging but oh, so willing to go slow and passionate. The hand that had been teasing your clit came up to grab at you face, squeezing a tit on the way up, and you reached a free hand out to tangle in his dark hair as you leaned in and continued to jerk him in your hand- up and down, and up and down, twisting around the head just like he liked. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips, breaking apart for only a moment to look down at you one more time in awe. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, Mat.”

“Fuck, I love you.” His lips crashed back against yours again, his fingers plunging deeper inside you as he kissed his promise into your lips, the promise that he was there and he’d always be there. He was yours. And you were his. Simply that. The heel of his palm rubbed against your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that wonderful spot and making fireworks twinkle behind your eyes. He groaned into your mouth as your hand curved over the head of his cock, palms getting slick with his pre-cum, and stroked back down to cup his balls gently. He let out a breathy laugh at the tender feeling.

“Baby, look at me.” You cupped his cheeks between your hands and pulled him back when you began to feel your peak rising. He whined when your hand left his cock, aching and hard, and his fingers halted inside of you, cupping his palm against your heat.

“Oh, baby,” His eyes locked on you, making a show of how they were scanning up and down your body. “I’m looking.”

“I need you inside, right now.”

His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the words. Even after so long, he still couldn’t handle hearing those words. His eyes fluttered shut. “Fuck, say less.” He rolled over you to sit upright on the couch, finally pushing his boxers all the way down his thighs and onto the floor. He gripped his cock in his hands and slid between your thighs, bending down over you to kiss your lips. “How do you want it?”

“Just like this.” Your hands fell to his hips and pulled him close.

“Yeah?”

“Wanna see your face. Maybe it’s basic, but I love this position.”

“Yeah. It’s simple, but so intimate. I like it too.” He paused and leaned back for a moment, looking down at his sweatpants on the floor for something. “Shit, ugh, I don’t have a condom here, hold on-”

“No, no, no.” Before Mat could run off to the bedside drawer, you grabbed his hands in yours, pulling him back to you. His eyes went soft and cautious for a few moments.

“No? Babe, shouldn’t we…”

“We’ve had conversations about this, right? About doing it without?” Mat nodded, a little smile beginning to pull on his lips. “I’m still on the pill, and I know I remembered to take all of them recently, so we’re still pretty safe, if you want.”

“Fuck, I want.” He settled back down between your knees. “Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent.”

“Alright.” Mat chuckled in boyish excitement. He reached a hand down between your bodies to adjust himself, nudging the blunt head of his cock against your clit and rubbing his pre-cum along your slit, lining up with your tight entrance and sending sparks through your body. “God, my God, I can’t wait to come inside you. Feel you around me completely. See my cum on you.” One last time, he bent his body down over yours, his weight warm and heavy, the metal of his chain cool between your chests, and pressed his mouth to yours, breathing in your warmth. One of your hands curled around his waist, slid to the small of his back, just like he always did to you, and the other cupped the back of his neck, fingers curling into the hairs and playing with the chain around his neck and pulling him in closer to your face. He broke away slightly with a sigh against your lips, his forehead bumping against yours and his nose nudging yours in a familiar gesture. He didn’t need to say the words anymore, because his quiet affections were ones that you’ve known for a long time.

His question was loud and clear, and your answer was just as obvious.

Mat brought a forearm down next to your head to steady himself, stroking the pad of his thumb against your warm cheek as his hips finally pushed against yours. Hands tightened their grips on each other’s bodies, sliding across hot skin slicked with sweat, and a euphony of moans mingled together in the air at the initial feeling of finally being connected in such a primal way again. His hips were flush against your own, and the weight of his thick cock inside of you was heavy and intoxicating; you could feel his tight abdomen expanding and contracting with every heavy breath and shudder through his body. He let out a long string of moans, his head dipping down to nibble at your throat, and fuck, did you know what he meant. You were connected, everywhere- heart, skin, and mind. “Fuck, oh my God, baby, hot as ever.”

“Oh, Maty…”

“I’m gonna give you so much love, beautiful.”

“Please.”

The first withdrawal of his hips from yours was painstakingly slow, and all you wanted was for him to plunge back in again and again and again. And he intended to do that, in time. Mat loved to take his time, but it didn’t take him long to fulfill his promise, sliding back against you, his cock hard and aching inside your wet cunt. He found a steady, easy pace rolling his hips into yours, each stroke like electricity through your body, long and languid, taking his time to draw your pleasure out, taking the time to feel your body around him. His knee dug into the couch hard, steadying himself and getting more traction so he could pull closer to your body, snapping his hips against yours with slaps that had you both gasping for air.

“Oh fuck…”

“Feels so good, Mat.”

“You’re fucking amazing.” He let out another high-pitched whine and arched your leg over his hip. “More?”

“More, faster, please baby.”

His hips slapped against yours with a groan, his big hands holding behind your knees and opening you wide for him. He leaned back to take a good look at you, at the scene in front of him, trying to take in every image he possibly could. Because these were the best moments. Not only the sex- god, but the sex was good- but just being together, being close, being intimate and so so close, yet only craving to become closer and closer. “God, you’re so hot, babe. So tight, so wet, all for me, right?” When you couldn’t answer, too overwhelmed with the way he was pounding against you, he took it as a sign to keep running his mouth. God, you loved to listen to him talk. “So wet, all for me. Getting all turned on over this big cock inside you, yeah?” You nodded your head enthusiastically, pulling his body closer to yours. He followed without hesitation, down and down until your bodies were glued together and he was just pushing against you, his hips driving yours into the couch cushions. “All fucked up for my cock, are you? Fucking beautiful.”

“It’s so good, Maty, baby, so big, fills me up so good.”

“I love you. I love you, (Y/N).”

“Oh my God, Maty, I love you.”

His mouth locked onto yours, sealing your lips together and swallowing your moans down. Dark locks of his hair shielded your face and tickled your cheeks, and as soon as he inched away to take a deep, shaky breath, your eyes opened up. He steadied himself on strong arms, framing your face, his veins prominent, and you curled a small hand as far around his thick bicep as you could, watching in awe as his head jerked back, throwing his long hair off his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut as he concentrated on pounding against your dripping cunt.

Slowly, his body peeled back off of yours, away, away, and he brought himself up to his knees in front of you. You let your eyes roll slip the long length of his torso, decorated with glittering reflections of gold and red and green, shining off the sheen of his sweat, and you looked from his thick neck, covered in your love-bites, down his chest, down the hard muscles of his abdomen and tummy, and down the V of his hips to the small patch of prickles that rubbed against your clit with every thrust. His thighs were spread open with your legs wrapped ever so gently around his hips, and his cock was stilled, aching inside of you. He shifted around on the couch momentarily, readjusting his knees on the cushions. “Ya know, we’d be a lot more comfortable in our bed than out here.”

“But it’s so pretty out here. All the pretty twinkly lights on you…”

“On me?” He laughed, “Look at yourself, babe. I’m fucking lucky.”

His big hands traced down your cheeks, squeezed down your chest, curled down the curve of your waist and hips, before finally wrapping around the backs of your thighs and pulling you closer, hoisting your legs up, up, and over his shoulders and spreading you wide open in front of him.

“Ooh, Mat…” You giggled a bit as he easily positioned you in the way he wanted, smirking down at you wickedly and rubbing his thumbs up and down the wet slick of your pussy.

“Gonna make you fuckin’ come, babe, my god… you want that?”

“Yeah, yeah, please, Maty.”

“Just a little bit longer, ‘kay?” He rolled his hips against yours again, starting up that steady pace again. His hands held your thighs open, lifting your legs up the length of his torso and locking them over his shoulders, and he never failed to make you seem tiny compared to him. You watched, mesmerized, as his abdomen tensed and hardened and spasmed as he tried to keep himself under control.

“Please.”

“Little… longer.”

With one more low moan, your boyfriend bent closer to you, his chain dangling in your face tauntingly as he got back to pounding away at you, heavy balls slapping against your ass with every erratic movement, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier and his breaths getting deeper. He was so goddamn close to that edge. He could tell you were getting there, too. You’d been on the edge ever since he started pounding you, but now, you were only a few feather light touches away from falling over that edge. And Mat was ready for it, he could barely hold his own seems together, he could barely think about anything except how rock hard he was and how your tits were bouncing so perfectly in rhythm with his hips, the way your eyes were rolling back and the way his cock felt inside you, fully covered in your slick, both your lower halves sticky messes. He was ready to fall apart completely, and ready to help you reach your own. “You look so fucking good taking my dick like this, babygirl. It’s so big, isn’t it? But you just take it so good, yeah? My good, good girl with her perfect fucking pussy, taking that cock so well.” He reached his fingers down to roll his thumb lazily against your clit, ever so gently, but enough to make you fall apart. Your eyes rolled back as you gasped out for him.

“Please, M- Maaaat…”

“Oh, you- you want it, don’t you?” Mat’s words were getting shaky, his sentences choppy. He was so close, so close his mind couldn’t comprehend anything beyond just fucking letting go. “Want your boyfriend’s hot cum filling you up, just flooding that- ugh, that tight little cunt, yeah? My balls emptied inside you? You want that nut so bad, you’re so desperate for it, huh? Tell me, baby. Tell me how you want the love of your life to just… fucking f- flood your pussy.”

“I want it, Mat, I want you to cum, baby.”

His thrusts became erratic, his hand leaving bruises on your thigh and his thumb absolutely torturing your swollen, sensitive clit. He was getting desperate, too. “Where? Where do you want my big fucking load?”

“Cum inside, fuck, fuck, please, Maty-”

“Ohh, gonna fucking nut inside you, babygirl-”

“I’m gonna cuuuum, Mat…”

“Ohhhh, fuuuuuck, oh, oh (Y/N)...!” Mat let out a long, strangled moan, his voice shaking and whiny and breathless in exasperation. His hips stuttered and his thighs trembled beneath him as he nearly collapsed onto you, absolutely flooding your aching, spasming hole with his cum. Your mind went fuzzy and white when you finally felt his stitches come loose, and he finally emptied all of himself- all his hot, gooey warmth- inside of your throbbing cunt. And flood, he did. It felt like the thick ropes of cum were never ending, filling you to the brim, until finally, he was done, his eyes squeezed shut and hair falling into his eyes above you.

Forming sentences would be a miracle at this point, but you reached up to curl a finger around Mat’s chain and yank him down to your face, ushering him to collapse against your body. And he did, eyes glancing open for a moment and lips locking with yours, always thankful to be able to fall onto you after a hard day, after absolutely spending himself. He groaned against your lips and buried his face against your neck, panting against your skin and kissing your neck and breathing in your scent as your hand found it’s rightful place at the back of his neck. After a few moments of stillness, he reached down lazily and let his cock slip out of you, both of you whining and the loss of contact, and you felt a familiar wetness on your tummy as his cum dribbled down the head of his spent cock to fall on your warm skin.

You were silent, panting for a few minutes, just letting your heartbeats steady back to normal and your heads to recover from the dizzying orgasms. Then, a breathless chuckle vibrated through Mat’s chest and into you. “Merry fucking Christmas to us, right?”

“I think that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done, Mat.” Mat hummed in agreement, squeezing you between his arms. “Now you see why we couldn’t do this at your parent’s place?”

“I mean… what’s stopping us?”

“Mat, I know for a fact you can’t keep quiet enough to fuck in your parent’s house.”

“Says the one who was just screaming my name.”

“As if you weren’t moaning mine just as loud.”

“Hmm.” Mat laughed again at the banter, the playful back and forth, and rolled to the side, his back to the back of the couch, and pulled you against his side. “How do you feel, anyway? About… me coming inside? Still feel good about it? Wasn’t too much?”

“No way. I really… really enjoyed that. Everything about that. A lot.”

“Mm, that’s good. So did I.”

“But… I kiiiiiinda feel like we should clean up. It’s starting to feel… sticky, like, everywhere. And not a good sticky.”

“Yeah, how about we take a bath together? A nice warm bath in the lights of the pretty Christmas lights you love so much? How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like heaven, Mat.”

So Mat scooped you up in his arms, his own legs weak and shaky after an unbelievable orgasm, and he pressed kisses against your cheeks as he carried you through your brand new home, lit in the pretty pinks and gold of the Christmas lights, stopping before the bathroom door only momentarily to ponder on the beginning of the rest of his forever with you. This truly might be the beginning of the best years of his life. The beginning of an even more serious relationship with you. He felt your fingers playing with the chain that still hung around his neck, the one the guys teased him about the charm on the end, but the one he always wore for you, and he glanced down, his eyes warm and contemplative as he searched yours. This. This was eternal love.

“I love you, babe. Always.” His heart felt dipped in syrup when you smiled up at him with that soul melting look. Yep. You’re it for me.

“I love you, bubs. Always.”

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I Wanna Be Your Slave

Pairing: Frank x [amab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 400 Genre: Fluff / Smut Summary: (Y/n) f*cks Frank harsh as a kind of reward and punishment at the same time. Kind of content: Praising / Hair tugging / Handcuffs / Harsh / Temperature Play / Safe / Dirty talk / Edging / Fingering Requested on Wattpad Help with details by @frank-ieros-lip-ring

*not proofread this is the last part of a 3 parts story, afab reader smut coming soon

"You will never redeem yourself." I light a cigarette, bringing it to my lips. "Stop trying. Once your hands are dirty, the stain never comes off." A smile tugs on my lips, although completely humorless, as I take a drag of the cig, leaning back against the chair, watching the smoke go out through the window. "Not redeeming yourself doesn't mean you can't be a good person. It depends on how much you're up to changing or how well you are with yourself."

"And sleeping at night is just that easy?" Frank raises an eyebrow at me, shifting in his place on the armchair by the other side of the desk.

"If you bury it deep enough." I shrug. "It doesn't matter, honestly. You shouldn't overthink because that's exactly what will end up killing you. Or not. I don't know. I don't like to think about it."

"You're confusing." He twists his lips lightly.

"I guess. But I'm doing well. I'm alive, I'm here, I have you." I let my eyes fall to the papers again, signing my name over the line. "And that's what matters to me."

It's silent, dense. For the first time in a good while, I'm actually the one uncomfortable with the silence I've imposed after my last words and the room has never felt so small. Having feelings for someone like this feels almost wrong. I have a whole company, a whole family to run, but again, it doesn't mean I can't be happy or that I need to live exclusively for them – on the other hand, that'd mean someone else to threaten me with. Sometimes I want to leave Frank.

"I supposed I can live with that," Frank says quietly.

I never look up. A true smile forms itself on my face this time and I only hum in response as I brush the cig's ashes away from the paper.

It's already late at night when I'm heading back to my bedroom, halls dark and only the sound of low chatter filling the ambient. Frank is in the room when I walk in, sitting on the bed only in his underwear, reading a book.

"Who said you could crash here tonight?" I hum, shrugging off my blazer, kicking away my shoes.

"I don't need anyone telling me what I can do or not." He doesn't even look away from his book, turning the page. Not really his book since I can recognize it as one of the books I got in my office.

"True?" I get rid of the suspenders so I can remove my shirt, then do the same with my pants. "Didn't know you'd gotten such a moral around here, Mr. Iero."

"Oh, but I do, actually!" And the way Frank sounds so cynical is somehow so funny.

"Being a bad boy today?" I struggle to hold back a chuckle, suppressing it before I can face Frank. He's about to say something, but I'm taking the book away from his hands first. "Mary Shelley? I never thought you'd like her books. Nothing against, tho," I mutter, marking the page so I can put the book down. "It's a really good book."

"What are you doing?" He shifts on the bed, glaring at me. "I was reading that!"

"You'll have all the time to read, tomorrow." I glare back, but actually amused.

"But–"

"Why don't you stand up for me?" I make a come on motion, ignoring all the questioning looks shot at me.

Frank tenses up, but is eventually doing as told, eyes only meeting mine for a couple of seconds before they're falling to the ground. Not like I need him to look at me right now, after all. I cup his face and let my thumbs run across the soft skin – he leans into the touch, hands resting over my chest.

My lips meet Frank's in a soft kiss, one that's returned only after a few seconds, his lips slowly moving against mine until I set a pace, letting a hand fall to his hip to pull him closer then touch him through the thin underwear; his hands twitch on my chest, closing themselves around nothing.

"Safeword?" I whisper into Frank's ear, giving the side of his face a kiss.

"Redemption," Frank mutters back and I slowly nod.

"Good boy." I step back. "Now, undress and sit on the bed."

Frustration crosses Frank's eyes momentarily, but it doesn't stop him from doing as told, soon becoming unquiet because he's already half hard so, of course, I'm not going to rush things. One by one, the lube, handcuffs, candles and matches come off one of the bedside table's drawers, clearly intimidating Frank.

The candles go on the bedside table, over a couple of saucers whilst a third and a fourth candle are left aside along with the lube, the fire slowly burning and casting a warm light over Frank when I'm finally moving to give him some attention.

Creaking comes from the mattress with it sinking under my knees as I move towards Frank, my hand on his chest slowly pushing him down against the sheets; he chews down on his lip with me straddling his hips, but all I do it for is to use the handcuffs to lock each of his wrists to the bedposts despite his wide eyes watching me in silent complaints. A whine escapes Frank's throat with it, but I silence him with a peck, moving off of him.

"You're not to come until I tell you so, do you understand?" I grab the lube again, kneeling between his spread legs. "As you already know and have experience with, I'll stop at the same moment if you say the safe word. I thought that'd be great to remember."

Frank meekly nods in response, chest falling with an exhale.

The swallows around Frank's hips deform lightly as I sink my thumbs into the skin, rubbing circles into it, and watch him miserably push his hips up. "Please," he mumbles, but I barely give attention to him, starting to press kisses from his belly button down, mouthing around his crotch, seconds that probably feel like forever to him, but compensated with the pleasure once I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A loud moan comes from him with it, squirming intensifying, in a way I can't help but to feel anxious to finally touch him properly.

I sigh softly, holding onto Frank's hips while taking him in completely, hearing the sound of the metal against clinking the bedposts under the cries coming from him.

"Tell me," I whisper once I pull away, letting my thumb sink into the inside of his thigh to rub circles into it – it's pathetic how he continues whimpering even with such a simple touch. "What are you, Frank?"

"Yours," he manages to say, voice tight.

Great. I fondle his balls lightly, watching his thighs quiver. "My what, hun?"

Frank gasps, a shaky moan escaping his lips. "Slave."

"Good boy." I press a kiss to his thigh and move away from him completely so I can reach for the lube, which makes Frank actually quiet instead of complaining about anything. "I'm gonna fuck you until I come," I tell him, covering my fingers with lube, "and if you come before I tell you to, you'll sort yourself out, okay?"

"No," Frank groans. "I–" He cuts himself off when my fingers start tracing his entrance, feeling it fluttering under my touch, before a finger finally sinks in, which snatches a sound of discomfort from him. "Please, just don't hold me back from cumming, I–" A moan.

"And what if you don't cum until I finish foreplay?" I can't help but to grin. "Then you can cum, but I won't stop until I've done it myself."

Frank mutters something under his breath, something I can't identify whether it's a complaint or a plea, however, he's frantically nodding. "Yes, master."

"Oh, fuck you," I mutter almost in the same moment, feeling my underwear grow way too tight.

With a second finger, Frank is being louder and almost pushing himself down against my hand when I brush against his prostate, not touching it as much as he'd like me to when scissoring and twisting my fingers around. The third finger makes him gasp, only moving more frantically. So hopeless.

"Fuck!" Frank throws his head back and arches his back when I'm pulling my hand away, eyes pressed shut tightly.

"You're doing really well, hun," I whisper, cleaning my hand away so I can reach for a candle.

"S-Sir," he swallows, breathing shakily.

I light the candle with one of the others and, opposite to them, this one burns easier, meaning the wax isn't harmful. Wax soon starts pooling in it and I tilt it to pour the warm liquid over Frank's torso – he lets out a gasp, a moan, as he uselessly tries to escape the inevitable touch of the wax.

"Fuck," he curses, melting down along with the wax.

"Tell me how it feels," I say softly, peeling away some of the dried wax while waiting for more to melt.

"I– It's good," he breathes. "Hurts in a good way." He hums, biting down on his lower lip when I pull onto a chunk of wax. "More, please."

And I do as said, carefully letting it fall over Frank's nipple and appreciating each little sound that escapes his lips – he arches his back like to meet the wax, humming as he moves his hips, pushing himself down and ending up finding a little of friction when his balls meet my leg for a second.

"Such a whore," I whisper, peeling the chunk of wax away from his nipple. "I had no idea you'd like something like this, look at how pathetic you are."

Whatever complaint Frank has is lost among moans once my hand is wrapped around his cock, working on it while I let more of the wax pour over his chest and without many pauses now, snatching a chain of gasps from him whilst he thrusts into my hand.

"S-Sir," he says breathlessly.

"I said not to cum during foreplay." I let go of Frank at the same moment, blowing the half burnt candle out before I can return it to its previous place.

"But master, sir," Frank says and these are honestly the only words I'm able to make out from all the babbling and cries coming from him.

"Shh, baby, it'll be just a moment." I stand up from the bed to get rid of the boxers and grab the lube again. Having my hand around my cock feels like such a relief; I almost immediately gasp, though trying to focus more on lubing myself up than jacking off. "Right," I mutter to myself, returning to kneel down between Frank's spread legs before I can adjust my position, bringing one of his legs up to make things easier. "My pretty boy, all mine," I say softly, "what'd it be of you if it wasn't me, hm?"

"Nothing, sir," he replies. Well, I wasn't waiting for that.

All I do is to flash Frank a smile in response then lean in for a kiss, a short and sweet one.

I use my free hand to guide myself in, not so slowly as Frank doesn't need it at all nor a slow pace at first – his body jerks with the heavy thrusts, instantly snatching high pitched sounds from him with every movement.

Frank is fucking tight, clenching around me each time I slam right back in, not bothering to miss his prostate this time. The pleasure is sent ringing up my spine instantly along with this immense relief, incessantly, and it's all about the small details. Clinking echoes through the bedroom along with the sound of the headboard hitting against the wall, but none of these are as loud as Frank.

"Please– Touch me, sir, touch me," he whines among all the gasps and moans.

"You can cum without it, baby boy," I reply softly, my fingers sinking into his thighs, holding both of them up so I can go in deeper and Frank's squirming shows how successful it is. He starts pleading again, but stops after a harsh slap is delivered to his thigh.

Frank fucking comes. Just now I become aware of his spluttered attempts of telling it to me, which I ignored due to being too focused on observing him and myself instead.

It'd be a lie to say it's like nothing; he immediately tightens around me and my hand shakes, sending some of the wax dripping down my fingers instead. "Fuck, fuck," I mutter, putting out the candle messily so I can set it aside and once again take a hold of Frank's thighs, fucking him through his release.

Frank is so messy, throwing his head back – I don't waste the opportunity, quickly attacking his exposed neck with my lips to leave behind marks among the few tattoos decorating the skin.

His skin is hot. Almost like mine, I imagine, burning, though certainly not as much as the muscles on the back of my thigh, which are already complaining by now with a sharp and annoying pain.

"A good boy, aren't you?" I breathe into his ear, not stopping to thrust in, feeling him pulsate, clench around me just so perfectly. "But also such a whore. Look at how you're letting me use you. Mine and only mine. Who's the only one who can touch you this way?"

"Y-You, sir," he stutters, thighs twitching under my touch already, but it doesn't take long for me to cum already, letting out a low moan escape my lips, mind momentarily going blank with the pleasure climbing up the back of my thighs and unraveling the knot in my lower stomach. My movements don't stop until I can feel the oversensitivity threatening to kick in.

"Hell," I breathe, slowly letting go of Frank. "Hell."

I rest my forehead against Frank's, both of us not sharing a word.

"You did so well, baby, so well," I whisper, moving to release him from the handcuffs and his arms just fall limp to the mattress. Fuck. So small and hopeless. "C'mere." I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. "Relax for a bit so I can clean you up, hm?" I pull his sweaty strands back from his forehead and press a kiss to it. "I love you, hun."

"Love you, sir," he mumbles, eyes half lidded, though I'm sure he's barely conscious.

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your-eternal-muse · 4 years

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Use me (Part two)

Summery: Reader takes Spencer up on his offer to rid her system of "The Wizard".

Warnings: Hard core, nasty ass smut; fingering, oral sex,(female receiving); penetration; unprotected sex/creampie; multiple orgasams

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

A/N: Here it is. Part two. I'll link part one in a bit after I do some things, but other than that enjoy! And yes, there will be a part three.

Part 1

Im dead.

The substance that he injected me with was lethal, and I'm laying in a dark alley somewhere, dead, because kissing Spencer Reid is heaven.

His hands grip my hips, holding me against him as he presses me into his window.

His lips are soft and warm, and easily tell me what to do and when to do it.

My body is on fire in the best way possible.

My fingers run their way through his hair, tugging on the satin strands as he kisses his way down my jaw, leaving bite marks until he finds the pulse point just above my collarbone.

Every touch, every kiss, sends waves down to my core, where it waits drowning in my juices.

He's situated between my legs, his ever present bulge pressing just so onto me.

It's driving me insane.

Without thinking, my hips buck forward, and the small ounce of pressure starts a ball forming in my gut.

I feel him smile against my neck, before he detaches himself.

We're both breathless, chests heaving, and my hands are shaking as I grip his dress shirt.

"Tell me what you need, Princess."

Fantasies, y/n, think of your fantasies.

"I-I need your fingers."

While I'm talking, he removed the holster from his hip, setting it on the desk beside us.

"Please, Spence. You haven't even touched me and I'm so close."

His hands immediately find the button of my jeans, undoing them and pushing them down just enough to have room.

He doesn't hesitate, cupping my sex through my panties.

"So fucking wet. Is this what I do to you?"

I can't speak through the mewls leaving my throat, so I just nod.

"Words, please." His voice is steady, and I know if it were different circumstances, he'd punish me for making him repeat himself.

But right now, he just runs his fingers over the fabric, back and forth through the wetness.

"Yes, fuck, you make me so wet Spencer."

That must have been what he wanted to hear, because in one swift motion, without removing his fingers from my skin, he goes up my stomach, and then down again, slipping under the band of my underwear.

He runs his fingers through my folds, easily slipping a finger into my heat.

My hand clutches his upper arm, my mouth hanging open in ecstacy as he pumps his finger in and out.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Princess. I want to make you feel good."

You're already doing that babe.

I try and gather my thoughts, and right as I'm about to speak, he slips another finger in.

"Fuck." My head hits the glass panel of his window.

My fingers are going to leave bruises on his bicep, but I really could not care less at this point.

His lips attach themselves to my neck, and the warm ball deep inside me starts to grow.

But I need more.

"F-Faster. Please go faster."

"Anything for you, baby girl."

His fingers move faster within me, and I grind down into them every time they enter me.

He leaves my neck, looking down at the work he's doing, his breathing a lot smoother than my own.

With his free hand, he takes the hand of mine that's still gripping his shirt, and he leads it up to his lips.

He gently kisses the tips of my first two fingers before taking them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits, all while keeping direct eye contact.

I almost cum at the sight.

He leads them from his mouth, down my stomach, stopping to rest at the bundle of nerves at the top.

"Touch yourself."

Yes sir.

I frantically start moving circles over my clit, as his fingers continue pumping in and out of me.

And then it happens.

He curls his fingers as he enters me, and sparks are sent up and down my spine.

I can't help but gasp.

"Yes, fuck fuck fuck, right there. Holy shit."

His long slender fingers move faster and faster within me, curling around that pretty little spot until boom.

My orgasm hits me like a train, as I clench around his fingers, which are still moving as I cum.

My chest rises and falls, as I try to catch my breath, and he removes his hand.

And for one, blissful moment, the fire disappears.

Before it comes crashing back.

He seems to read me like a book, pulling me towards him again.

"You don't think I'm finished with you yet, do you?"

Thank fuck.

I can't help but smile, moving my hands up his chest to lay at the nape of his neck, pulling him down into another kiss.

His hands run down my back, over my ass, to rest on the back of my thighs.

With one finger, he taps the muscle, and on shaky legs, I manage to jump high enough for him to place his hands just above the back of my knees to carry me.

While he makes his way through his apartment to his bedroom, I trail kisses down his neck, leaving marks of my own in their wake.

He lays me on the bed, hovering over me as one hand finds the hem of my shirt, pushing it up over my stomach.

He steps back, standing at the foot of his bed as I lift my grey t-shirt up over my head, tossing it somewhere in his room.

Sweat covers my skin, making my hair stick to my face and neck, and my chest glistens in the dim orange light of his room.

I watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, and slowly sucks off my juices.

I brush hair out of my face, watching with lustful fascination.

They leave his mouth with a pop before going to his tie and undoing it.

"You taste so fucking sweet, Princess."

One by one, his fingers travel down his shirt, undoing every button on their way down.

I sit up, crawling over to him, pushing the fabric from his shoulders.

My fingers run over his chest, and down his stomach, pausing at his belt as I undo the buckle.

His hands come up to cradle my face, as he kisses me again.

I'll never get used to him kissing me.

I want his taste engraved into my tongue.

Why the hell can't I have an eidetic memory?

Even without one though, I know I'll never forget this.

My hand sneaks into his pants, palming him over his boxers.

His moan breaks the kiss, and his eyes fall shut.

How can someone look so beautiful with my hand down their pants?

"As much as I would love to see that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock," his breathes are more labored now, and his hands fall from my face to grasp my hips. "Tonight's about making you feel good."

I didn't even realize his hands had moved until the clasp of my bra was undone.

"Now, be a good girl and lie down." He whispers.

I'm past the point of being embarrassed, laying down without another word, a blush crawling up my neck.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful,"He crawls over me, encaging me in his arms.

He kisses me once, before traveling down my neck and chest, stopping only to suckle each of my nipples into his mouth, before continuing down my stomach.

He loops his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, pulling them down the rest of the way before tossing them behind him.

He then starts at my right ankle, and begins to kiss up my leg, repeating with my left before he comes to settle in between my legs.

He pulls my panties down slowly, watching my reaction as every second passes.

"If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?"

God, I love him.

Not likely, but okay.

I nod, before remembering he told me to use my words. "I understand."

"Good."

I'm going to marry this man.

Purely for the fact that he eats pussy like it's his last fucking meal.

My fingers twist themselves into his hair, as he holds my sex against his mouth, licking and sucking like he hasn't eaten in years.

I spare a glance down and my heart almost stops.

His eyes are closed, and his hair is starting to curl from the humidity in the room.

He must sense me watching, because his eyes open, and I feel him smirk against me.

He licks up through my folds, stopping to suck on my clit until I'm shaking underneath him.

He moves his hand from my hip and grabs one from his hair, once again leading it to my clit as his mouth moves down.

I start rubbing circles, but stutter as I feel his tongue dart into me.

He's watching me now, the way I quiver underneath him, the pathetic moans echoing through his bedroom.

He does it again and again, and I can feel my orgasm teetering on the edge.

He can tell as my circles go frantic, and my hand in his hair holds me closer to him than I thought possible.

"Spencer, I'm gon-"

I'm falling.

Stars explode in my vision, and my back arches off the bed as I cum into his mouth.

I fall, breathless, onto his mattress as be retracts himself from me, a proud smile etched onto his face.

The moment of calm lasts longer this time, but it once again comes back, burning me at the edges.

"I need, I need one more." I plead, my throat hoarse from screaming.

He stands, removing his belt, and letting his pants fall down to the floor.

I lift myself up into my elbows and smile at him.

He pushes his boxers off his hips and I stare, open mouthed as his erection pops free.

God, it's better than I could have ever imagined.

I wipe my chin to make sure I'm not drooling and he laughs.

"Now, I don't have any condoms on me, but-"

"I'm on the pill."

It's the fastest I've spoken tonight, and I slowly start spreading my legs.

"I'm on the pill, and I want, no, need you to cum inside me." I bite my lip, and bat my eyelashes at him. "I even used my words."

I see his dick twitch and he groans, the muscles in his stomach tensing.

"As you wish, Princess."

He crawls back onto the bed, pumping his dick in his hand a couple times, before sliding it through my folds to pick up some wetness.

He isn't even in me yet, and already my hands grip the sheets around us.

"You ready?"

"Yes sir."

He moans, deep and low within his chest, and he smiles."I love it when you call me that."

And then he slowly pushes into me, and my eyes squeeze shut because holy shit he feels better than I could have ever thought.

My dildo at home doesn't even compare to this.

He bottoms out, and he takes a moment to catch his breath."God, you feel so fucking good, baby girl."

I wrap my legs around his waist, and pull his lips down to mine as he slowly starts moving.

I can see sweat build up on his hairline, and his room is going to feel of sex for days.

A part of me thinks he's not gonna care all that much.

His breathing is starting to match my own, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck as his strokes become faster.

My back moves against the softness of his sheets, and my nails dig into the skin of his back.

It doesn't take long for that warm ball to start growing towards my (hopefully) final climax.

"Im cl-close, Spence."

His breath is hit on my neck, and the speed tells me he's close too.

But than his hand finds my hip, and lifts me just so, and the angle in which he snaps back into me makes me choke on air.

Stroke after stroke, he hits a spot deep within me, and I know I'm done for when he whispers "Cum for me," into my ear.

And boy, do I cum.

My soul leaves my body, and I can barely register the warm feeling of his release inside of me as he rides out both of our orgasms.

When I open my eyes, my nails are at the bottom of his back and he's laying on top of me.

I wait for the heat to come back but it doesn't.

My head is clear, and my skin no longer feels like it's on fire.

His head is resting on my chest and I move some hair away from his face, placing a soft kiss on to his forehead.

"Thank you." I don't speak louder than a whisper, not wanting to break the delicate moment.

I had dreams about this happening.

Granted, not exactly like this, but I had them.

Now that it's happened, I don't want to let it go.

I don't want to let him go.

He lifts his head and smiles, his eyes soft and his dimples ever present in the dim lighting.

He's so beautiful.

"The pleasure was all mine, y/n." His voice was just as soft, just as afraid to break the fragile air.

He leans forward, kissing me gently one last time before he carefully climbs off of me.

He leaves the room, and for a moment, I'm alone with my thoughts. And I realize my vagina aches. I reach a hand down and gingerly touch it and his when it pulses. I'm also pretty sure my legs are numb.

I wiggle my toes, just to make sure I can, and he walks back in with a washcloth.

He concentrates as he wipes the cool fabric across my skin, clearing away the evidence of our explosion. He folds it, getting a clean side, before reaching up and wiping my brow and face.

He brushes some hair out of my face, and I grab his wrist, holding his palm there.

His thumb swipes across the apple of my cheek and I close my eyes, content to staying here.

But he has other plans.

"As much as you don't want to, we need to go to the hospital. We need to talk to the team."

I sigh, knowing he's right.

"Hotch is going to be pissed that I gave in to exactly what the unsub wanted. But you know what?" I look up at him.

"What?"

"It was my choice. And I don't regret it for a second."

He smiles, and I swear I see a blush dust his cheeks, but he removes his hand and stands, gathering the clothes strewn about the room.

I sit up on his bed, carefully swinging my legs over the side to place my feet on the hardwood floor, not quite trusting myself to stand.

He hands me my clothes and even goes as far as helping me slide my jeans back up my legs, kissing me once they're situated on my hips.

He goes about putting on his own clothes as I slip my t-shirt back over my head, finally pushing myself up off the bed.

As soon as I'm upright, the room starts spinning, and I place a hand on my forehead, trying to turn to see Spencer.

He drops his shirt as he rushes forward, and my world goes dark.

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nightshadeshadow123 · 3 years

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Mildred Ratched - Punishment

You work as a nurse along with Mildred Ratched and you decided to tease her but she snaps faster than you think and she gives you a punishment for your bad behaviour. Lol and here I am writing Smut after thinking I wouldn't ever just because I'm not good at it. I hope this is not too bad, this is pretty much the first Smut fic I've written , the first one in this book was only slightly sexual.

Warning: Smut and some swearing (honestly I tend to curse like a sailor)

You just loved to get Mildred worked up at any moment you can. The two of you had been dating each other for three months now and you also know of her true motives working here and about her brother that seem to have taken a liking to you and teasing Mildred about you when she went down to see him, taking great joy in seeing his sisters flustered state.

Mildred was originally just planning to get her true plans over with in this place and get it over with but the moment she set eyes on you that plan have quickly flew out of the window and she have fallen for your teasing nature fast, even more so as she tried to deny it until she eventually couldn't get you out of her head and the way you've endlessly teased and flirted with her and getting jealous when Huck have flirted with you before you've subtly told him that you prefer the company of other women and he became like a older brother of yours instead.

When the two of you started officially dating your teasing have only seemed to have increased as time goes on and Mildred was stuck in a love-hate zone with that but right now she was having a hard time handeling that when you've decided to target her once again for the third day this week.

The first time was early in the morning on the car ride her that you started the teasing with your hand on her her inner tight, teasingly running your fingers higher. She have fixed you with a stern glare after removing your hand but yet you kept it up until the the tips of your fingers have grazed against her clothed core, she was about to give you a harsh piece of her mind but it was already too late because you were near the hospital and you were out the door the moment the car came to a stop after planting a kiss against her lips the moment she opened her mouth, leaving her staring after you with a lingering look.

The second time you've caught her off guard that morning was when Nurse Bucket was talking with all the staff at the front, you were standing close to her and the moment Nurse Bucket turned her back for a brief moment you took a chance to sneak your hand beneath the skirt of her nurse outfit and groping her as she cheek firmly which elected a yelp from her just as your hand flew back to your side as Nurse Bucket turned to glare at Mildred in annoyance while you bite the inside of your cheek to stop your satisfied smirk.

"Do you have something you wish to share Miss Ratched?"

Mildred simply straightened her posture. "No." She said coldly as Huck tried to hold in his chuckle by coughing into his fist, clearly having seen what you've done.

The third time she finally snapped, you two were in the operation room cleaning the equipment and tools when you've decided to tease her by beginning to kiss at her neck when she stood next to you to put away a tool.

"Stop that before I perform a lobotomy on you." Mildred threatened half heartedly, glaring at you coldly but you could see right through her, a smug smirk playing at your lips.

You leaned up on your tip toes to whisper in her ear. "Stop what Nurse Ratched?" And then proceeded to take the bottom of her ear into your mouth and tugging on with your teeth as you pulled away, your hand cupping her clit over her uniform.

Mildred hissed at you, grabbing your arm and flipping you so that you are bent over the steel operation table.

"Now you've done you filthy little girl."

Mildred flipped the skirt of your outfit over, holding it in a fist against your lower back, taking notice of the wet patch on your panties which she quickly pulled off and then flipping you onto the cold steel table completely forcing you onto your back.

"You clearly haven't learned your lesson the previous few times...or maybe you have but you are just being a brat to get punished." Mildred growled lowly suddenly showing her pointer and middle finger both into your soaked aching entranced without warning, tearing a startled yelp out of you, groaning in arousal at feeling just how wet you are.

"God, just feel how absolutely drenched you are you filthy brat." Mildred quickened the pace of her fingers after curling them, smirking when you let out a whimper and desperately trying to trust back at the same pace into her hand but she easily held your hips down with one hand making you groan in frustration.

After a few moments of her scissoring you with her fingers while thrusting them into you you let out a loud moan, already feeling closer to tumbling over your orgasm.

"Not so fast. You get to cum when I give you permission to and I'm far from done with you." Mildred husked out, slowing the pace of her fingers when she felt your walls tightening around them, red painted lips forming into a devious smile as you let out a desperate whine mixed with a frustrated groan.

"Don't pretend you don't love this. You've brought this upon yourself you filthy brat." She watched you through hooded darkened eyes, suddenly thrusting her fingers faster and deeper again at a ruthless pace making your hips jerk, (e/c) screwed shut as the operating table creaked beneath the force of your jerking hips as she forced them down.

Just when she noticed your walls tightening around her fingers again as your low moans increased she abruptly stopped her pace all together making you whimper once again, eyes flying open and needily staring into her list filled eyes.

"P-please Mil-" You started to say shakily as she pulled her juice coated fingers completely out of your throbbing heat, trying to get friction on your core by trying to rub your thighs together but she easily forced them apart again with a firm grip.

"Don't call me that. It's Mistress to you when I'm fucking you." Mildred said in her raspy deep voice before sticking both her fingers into her mouth, licking them clean of your juices and groaning at the taste.

You swallowed heavily, chest heaving before desperately whimpering out. "Mistress, P-please make m-me cum."

Mildred simply tutted at you after releasing her fingers with a pop, red lipstick smeared on them by now.

"No. You don't get to cum today." She said coldly and proceeded to hike the skirt of her blue nurse uniform up her hips and pulling her black panties off, bending over you and taking your earlobe into her her warm mouth, her wet tongue running teasingly over the shell of your ear before biting down on it softly as her warm breath raised goosebumps on your skin, taking delight in your desperate whimpers as you gripped the cold steel sides of the operation table, knuckles turning white.

"Pl-ease Mistress. I-I'll behave." You and Mildred both knew that was far from the truth and that you'll do it again at any moment you can.

Mildred bit your earlobe one last time before releasing it with a soft pop.

"No. You'll just have to suffer and wait until I've decided when you get to cum." She growled out, getting on top of you and grabbing your neck with both her hands, squeezing just enough to restrict your breathing slightly as you gulped, lust fulled eyes staring into your clouded (e/c) eyes as she started to move her hips against your clothed stomach in a lazy pace, ignoring the fact that her juices is rubbing off against your nurse uniform.

You grabbed at her soft clothed hips, slowly guiding her as you watched her with drunken lust as her red lips parted, her hands moving to your clothed shoulders and digging her fingernails into them and you believed if the nurse uniform sleeves didn't cover them she surely would've drawed blood.

"You will finish me off and clean up this mess you've made of me and then perhaps tonight I'll make you cum." Mildred ordered in a strict voice before removing your hands from her hips and moving up your body until she's hovering her heated core above your face.

You licked your lips in anticipation, groaning lowly at seeying her glistening heat.

"Yes Mistress." Was all you could managed to get out, hands moving up and gripping her hips firmly and lowering her slowly and eagerly licking between her wet folds.

Mildred let's out a relieved sigh, one hand gripping the the steel side of the table to keep her steady while the other one pulled your nurse cap off, throwing it on the floor before digging her fingers into your (h/c) locks firmly, thrusting her heat against your hot tongue.

You moaned at the taste of her sweet juices, sending vibrations through her core as her, her hips faltering for a moment, a moan falling from her lips.

You firmly began to guide her hips again, making slow circles around her clit with your tongue and taking the soft nub into your mouth and suckling on it as you rubbed your tights together in arousal, wanting to reach down to pleasure yourself but knowing better to not anger the red haired woman.

Mildred's eyes fell shut, moaning again and thrusting her hips against your face, her grip in your (h/c) locks tightening slightly.

"M-more." She ordered.

You obliged, one of your hands slipping away from her waist and moving to between her legs, rubbing her clit teasingly.

"Enough teasing or you won't get to cum tonight." Mildred growled out, eyes opening and glaring into your (e/c) beneath her.

You huffed but obliged again, rubbing two fingers against her wet folds to wet before sinking them into her entrance, starting to pump them into her slowly.

"Good girl. Now keep going." She groaned out.

You kept your eyes focused on hers as you picked up the pace of your fingers, sucking and licking at her soft nub again, slightly out of breath but enjoying it.

You kept on going for a good few moments, alternating between sucking her nub and folds while keeping a steadily fast pace with your fingers in her, never taking your eyes off of her face that is contorted on pleasure, enjoying the sweet raspy moans falling from her mouth.

"Oh fuck, I-I'm almost the-re. Keep that up babygirl." Mildred moaned out, gripping your hair in a vise grip, struggling to keep her dark eyes trained on yours.

You eagerly picked up your pace, fingers thrusting into her in a relentless pace and once again taking her nub into your mouth, sucking on it gently and occasionally biting it softly while moaning around it to send vibrations straight through her core.

"Oh fuck! Just like-" Her mouth fell open in a broken mix of a whimper and moan, her hips stuttering unsteadily against your mouth.

You firmly brought her hips down with one hand again, closing your mouth around her nub again and firmly sucking, fingers curling inside of her just to hit the right spot that have her seeying stars.

"Shit!" Mildred groaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head as she threw her head back, soft moans bouncing around the room as you softly bit down on her nub once again and moaning around her and that have her cumming with a blinding orgasm, juices spreading down your wrist, mouth and chin.

You removed your fingers from her juice covered entrance and stuck your tongue into her still fluttering entrance as deeply as possible.

"Fuck, Baby stop!" Mildred pulled at your hair, whimpering when you continued to sick and tongue fuck her oversensitive pussy, not once slowing down as you eagerly sucking up all her juices until you tore another blinding orgasm out of her that had her a whimpering mess.

You duck your two fingers clean before moving your hands up to her clothed waist, pulling her down your body until she's sitting on your clothed stomach again as she panted heavily, sweat running down the side of her head.

Mildred stared into your eyes while still coming down from her high, leaning over you to peck your swollen lips, tongue forcing it's way into your mouth, groaning at the taste of her in your mouth.

The two of you lazily makeout for a few moments before Mildred pulled away making you pout up at her, already missing the taste and feeling of her lips against yours.

"That was good. I'll reward you tonight Baby." Mildred cooed at you, her thumb tracing your lower lip.

"Now fix yourself up and clean this mess up. Dr. Hanover will be needing us both here later for a operation on a patient." Mildred ordered after fixing herself, back to her asual composed self, giving you one last look before turning and leaving the operation room to go to the nearest bathroom.

You took a moment to collect yourself before fixing your nurse uniform and then attempting to fix your messy hair as much as possible before pulling on your ruined panties and nurse cap.

"Well this was so worth it." You said to yourself.

After cleaning the operation room and putting everything back where it belonged you made your way out of the room too, seeying Huck leaning against a wall in one of the white hallways, a knowing smile tugging at his lips after noticing your disheveled state.

"So that is what you two were up to?" He stared more than asked as a pink dusted your cheeks.

"Shut up." You glared at him.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Just please don't get caught by others." He warned softly and you smiled in assurance at him.

"Don't worry, we'll be careful." You assured.

He gave another smile before pointing at your hair. "You might wanna fix up that mess." Was all he said before turning around and walking away to get back to work.

You rushed into the nearest bathroom, smiling when you see Mildred applying red lipstick again, going to stand next to her and fixing your hair in the mirror, seeying a hint of a smile ghosting over her lips as the two of you made eye contact in the clean mirror.

#mildred ratched x reader #sarah paulson x reader #gwendolyn briggs x reader #cordelia goode x reader #wilhemina venable x reader

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dr-addieramsey · 3 years

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Movie Night

Book : Open Heart - Post book 3 (A few weeks after they said their ' I love you's ')

Pairing : Ethan Ramsey X F!MC(Adelaide Nicholson)

Category : Fluff

Rating : Teen+

Summary : It' s just a simple movie night with zero plot....

A/N : This is my first fic so I'm sorry if it turns out to be trashy. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes........

It was Friday night and Ethan was sitting in his living room, a medical journal in his one hand and a glass of scotch in another. His apartment was quiet and he was really grateful for the silence. It had been a hectic week. Being the Chief of Medicine was not an easy job and all he really wanted to do was enjoy his night and the next day off. Jenner was sitting by his feet.

Although he was really enjoying the silence a part of him wished that his girlfriend was there with him. Girlfriend. Although the term seemed juvenile he still couldn't believe he got to call her his. The beautiful Head of Diagnostics always soothed his mind and felt like home. He had no idea how she did that but he was grateful that he had her in his life. Ever since he had told her a few weeks back that he loved her and she - to his relief - had said those words back they both were over-the-moon happy.

This week although she had been really busy. The Diagnostics team had a really tough case assigned to them two days back and being the head of the team she had the responsibility to solve it as soon as possible before the patient got worse. On top of that she also had to review resumes and select a new member for the team. After Ethan left the team there was one spot on the team which needed to be filled. This meant extra work for her. Ethan had offered to help her with the interviews but everyone she just said "You already have so much on your plate being the chief of medicine and anyways it's the part of the job so I have to do it. Right?" He was proud of her as her mentor and boyfriend.

But tonight he just wished she could be with him. Although he had seen her in the evening before leaving the hospital he really missed her. His train of thought was interrupted by his phone that started buzzing. He looked at the caller ID and saw Tobias' name. He was in no mood to pickup the call yet he hit the 'accept call' option.

"Hello?"

"Hey Ethan! We just diagnosed the case we got two days back and we were about to go for some drinks to Donahue's. You wanna come?"

"Is Addie with you?" If she was with them and going for drinks, Ethan would go there no matter how strongly he wanted to avoid drunk interns and idiots who wanted to talk to him.

"No. We asked her to come with us but she said she had paperwork to complete. Last I saw her she was in the office. Now, answer my question. You're coming or not?"

"Thanks for asking but I'd rather sit at home and enjoy the peace of my apartment. You enjoy. Congratulations on the solve. Bye." Ethan immediately end the call before Tobias could say another word. He placed his phone on the table and picked up his journal. His phone started buzzing again. This time he picked it up without checking who it was expecting it to be Tobias again.

"Tobias I told you I don't want to go!"

"You should really stop treating him like that babe." Addie said in her melodious voice. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he heard her voice at the other side of the line.

"Addie! Sorry I thought it was Tobias again. So, are you still at the hospital?"

"Nope! I just left. I was really missing you. What are you doing?"

"Reading a medical journal, drinking scotch and missing you."

"Yeah? You're missing me?"

"Ofcourse..." Before Ethan could finish his sentence he was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Just a second, love. There is someone at the door." He started moving towards the door."Who could be there so late?" he muttered to himself. As soon as he opened the door he was delighted to see who was at the door. Adelaide stood at the door. She looked exhausted yet beautiful. A smile made its way on her face when she saw him.

"Hi!"

"Hello, baby!" He immediately pulled her in for a kiss. Both of them let a contended sigh when the broke the kiss. Jenner came to the door wiggling his tail. She scratched him behind his ear a few times. She took of her shoes and and coat. He immediately guided her in the living room towards the couch.

"You want something to eat or drink?"

"Yes please! Can you order some pizza or maybe make some popcorn? I would like to watch a movie with you after I take a shower, only if you want to ofcourse."

"Okay, I'll make popcorn and order pizza. You go take a shower."

She made her way to the bedroom and Ethan headed to the kitchen to make popcorn

~15 minutes later ~

Ethan was on the couch ready with blankets and popcorn. Pizza had arrived a few minutes back. Everything was set up.

Adelaide walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing his black hoodie and she had her blonde hair braided. How does she manage to look beautiful in everything, he thought to himself. She smelled lilies and vanilla because of her body wash. He loved spending his nights with her in his arms.

She snuggled next to him on the couch, her head on his chest. His arm immediately went around her shoulders as if it was second nature. Everything felt right.

"So rom-com or horror?" she asked him

"What the hell is rom-com Rookie?"

"Oh my god, Ethan you are ancient. Rom-com means romantic comedy!" She started laughing and he swore it was one of his favourite sounds.

"You're not subjecting me to that kind of stuff. Let's watch horror."

"Okay! But fair warning, I scream a lot. Your ears may start to bleed. Also save me if in have a heart attack."

"Nothing will happen to you. I'll protect you." he said laughing.

"Okay Mr. Knight in shining Armor. I'm starting the movie now."

~Half-way into the movie~

Addie was practically sitting in Ethan's lap by now. Everytime she suspected a horror scene coming up she closed her eyes and buried her head in his shoulder. She was screaming at the actors to not go in that direction or to ignore the sounds and Ethan couldn't control his laughter. As much as he would've enjoyed to just sit in silence and cuddle he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this.

"NO! NO! NO! DON'T GO THERE YOU FOOL! HE WILL KILL YOU! OH MY GOD, ETHAN HE IS GOING TO DIE!"

"Scream a little louder and maybe he'll listen to you Rookie. Don't worry as I said I'll protect you." Ethan said laughing loudly this time. The next thing that Ethan's mind registered was a bunch of popcorn hitting his face.

"First you protect yourself!" He was not the type of person to start food fights while watching movies, but she brought out a side of him that he didn't know he had. He also picked a few popcorn and threw them at her. She filled her hands with popcorn and got up from the couch. Ethan aslo took the bowl.

"You sir, have started a fight." She threw more popcorn at him. He reacted immediately throwing popcorn at her.

"Ethan stop! It'll get stuck in my hair!"

"You're the one who started it Rookie." He got up and wrapped his arms around her. They both were looking in each other's eyes. Blue and green met and both were filled with adoration.

"I love you, Addie"

"I love you too, Ethan"

Their lips met in a kiss. It was soft and gentle at first and then it grew passionate. Their mouths danced together. She put her hands on his chest and he put his and on the small of his back. They broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes filled with desire.

"I think we have had enough of the movie. I have better ideas."

"Well I never say no to 'better ideas.' "

He lifted her and she started giggling. He carried her to the bedroom and shut the door.

~The next morning~

Ethan woke up when the sunshine entered the room. He moved his hand to the other side of the bed and it was cold. He groaned and got up. He started looking for Addie around the apartment.

When Ethan entered the kitchen he saw some pancakes and a cup of coffee on the table. It looked like it was freshly made. He smiled when he saw the sight. He moved towards the table he saw a note beside the plate. He picked it up and started reading.

Good morning,

I had to leave early for my shift. I made you breakfast. I'll come back in the evening. I'll have my break 10 a.m. Call me if you're free. Enjoy your day off. I'll miss you all day long. Love you.

Addie❤️

P.S. : I gave Jenner his food

Ethan was filled with love for this woman. He considered himself the luckiest man in the universe and promised to never let her go.

I know it was wierd 😂. Again I'm sorry for any mistakes.......

@openheartfanfics

#open heart fanfiction #open heart #ethan jonah ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc

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starlightxsvt · 4 years

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The Tale Of A Coffee Shop

Pairing: Joshua x Female reader

Genre: Fluff, slight crack, bad attempt at romance, this is just bad

Warnings: Slight cursing

Word count: Idk, it's pretty long

8:35 am.

He should be here anytime. Your palms sweat, foot taps excitedly against the floor of the cafe. Though there's a lack of mirror, you try to smooth your hair with your hands, unnaturally cautious about your appearance.

"Calm down. It's not like he's gonna propose you or shit."

You turn to face your coworker who has a less than amused expression on her face. "Am I that obvious?"

"Duh. It's like written all over your face. Chill already y/n, he's just a man passing by. You don't even know his last name."

Your hopes shrink slightly though you are surprised at yourself. What are you actually hoping for? Him to ask you out? Your coworker is right, he's just a man passing by. Except, he's regular customer who's insatiably handsome and makes you all jittery.

The said male is Joshua, an English professor at the popular university near the cafe. That's all you know about him. He happened to pass by your workplace one spring morning, looking for a quick jolt of caffeine to start the day and he's been visiting ever since. He visits the cafe 3 days a week, around 8:30 in the morning, ordering his usual plain latte.

After the first couple visits, you made small talk with him and all he offered was his name and profession. He always seemed to in a hurry or busy but he was always polite.

And the most handsome man you have ever seen. He had luscious black locks which were somehow messy yet neatly arranged and touched the nape of his neck. His eyes always seemed to sparkle, hiding a galaxy of their own. High cheekbones, a perfect jawline, plump lips and to complete it all,an adams apple - he had it all.

His outfits were always neat and perfect, sometimes a trench coat covering a turtle neck, sometimes an unbuttoned blazer over a plain tee and of course, a wrist watch. Sometimes he'd wear glasses, big metal frames covering those eyes and those days you'd melt into a puddle on the inside. He looked so damn hot.

The bell at the door of the cafe chimes and your ears perk up, eyes moving to that direction.

He's here.

You try your best not to look like a love struck fool and offer a professional smile. "Welcome, sir."

"Hello, y/n. My usual please." comes his smooth voice and a polite smile.

"Yes sir, coming right up." You mutter, trying not pass out from the way he said your name while putting in his order.

He waits at the corner tapping away on his phone while his latte is prepared. Once it's done, you call his serial number, offering him his drink. "Your latte, sir."

"I've told you before, Joshua is fine."

You stare at him for a bit too long not understanding that he asked you to call him by his name. However, when you realize that, you are a blushing mess, unsure what to reply.

Joshua doesn't say anymore, only offers you a kind smile. And just like that, he's out the door, leaving you feeling warm all over.

"That was the most cringy thing I ever saw." Your co worker's voice brings you to reality. You roll your eyes and continue your work with a smile in your face.

✧

"You seriously need to stop thinking about that dude all the time." You friend says standing in front of you, crossing her arms.

"I do not think of him all the time." You say, ignoring her and squinting at the book in your hands.

"Then great. You are coming to the club with me tonight. I'll introduce you to some guys and I don't know... get you laid."

"Excuse me?"

"Okay okay, not get laid, just... Meet some guys you know, what's the harm in that? Do you wanna die virgin?"

"I-"

"Don't." She holds up her hands signaling you to stop. "You are coming. It's final. Thank me later when you find a hot dude."

✧

Hot dude my ass. You stare at the drink you got after getting away from your friends who were having too much fun getting drunk. You had almost zero alcohol tolerance and you knew that you had to stay sober to get them home safely.

As you had expected, none of the guys your friend introduced you to piqued your interest. You realized what a bad idea it was to come to the club rather than staying at home, curled up reading your favorite book. As the thrum of the music continued to blast through the club your thought only proved to be truer. But your friends wasn't leaving this place anything soon.

Damn you hated it here.

You realize someone sitting down on the barstool next to yours but don't look up, too busy tracing the edge of the glass in front of you with your fingers. It's until you move your head to take a swing of your drink that you take notice of the person beside you.

A small squeak leaves your mouth as you look at the man sitting beside you, thinking that the couple drinks you had got to you and started playing with your mind.

It was him. Joshua. The English professor.

You quickly cast your eyes back on your drink but then glance a peek at his direction just to make sure.

Of course it's him.

Joshua sits there, oblivious to his surroundings, eyes on his phone. Your heart races. What is he doing here? Did he notice you?

You swallow, trying to calm your beating heart. Why do I feel like this? Maybe he didn't even notice me, I'll just finish this drink and leave.

You take another tentative glance at him, who is still busy on his phone. His hair looks a little bit messier than usual and his face looks a bit tired. He has his jacket draped across his lap and the white tee shirt he's wearing gives you a nice view of his arms. You don't realize you are staring unabashedly until he speaks, "Penny for your thoughts?"

A squeak leaves you and you almost fall off the stool.

"You've staring for quite a while. What is on your mind?" he says, putting down his phone and turning towards you.

You let your head hang low as a wave of embarrassment washes over you. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

"No don't be. Funny meeting you here though."

You look up to meet his eyes and it feels like your heart has traveled to your throat as you try to come up with a reply. "Y-yeah."

"You don't seem to be enjoying yourself."

"I-... Yes, I'm not."

He chuckles softly and reaches for his drink as the bartender places it front of him.

"What brings you here?"

"Well, um, my friend wanted to introduce me to some guys so she dragged me here with her and none of the guys piqued my interest and I didn't like sitting with them so I'm here."

You really need to stop talking.

Another soft chuckle escapes him and he asks, "What kind of guys pique your interest then?"

You. You do.

"I... I'm not really thinking about dating right now, I'll graduate next month and I want to focus on finishing college and getting a good job."

"I see. What is your major?" he asks.

And that leads to a rather long conversation between you and him,which you obviously didn't mind, about your major -literature- and what inspired you to study that and so on. Since the both of you studied the same subject you had a lot of common grounds to talk about.The conversation went on and you felt happier than ever. You really needed to thank your friend for dragging you here.

And just when you think that, you hear her voice, "Y/n!"

Oh shit.

She appears behind you, a drunk mess and rests her head on your shoulder garbling drunk nonsense. You realized it was time to go before she embarrassed both of you in front of Joshua. You stand up abruptly and give an awkward nod to Joshua to looks at the two of you with an amused expression.

As you drag your friends to their car, there's a tinge of disappointment that you couldn't be with him longer but also an excitement that fate had given you such a chance.

✧

Couple days later Joshua arrives earlier than his usual time at the cafe. You were clearing orders for the first few customers and when you look up hearing his voice, you swear you can die right there happily.

He wasn't in his usual look, rather a black shirt and a black shiny blazer hanging on his arm that matches his pants. His hair was neatly back brushed to one side but some locks managed to escape and you smell a hint of his cologne. You stared at him shamelessly, cheeks flushed.

"Y/n. Y/n?"

"Y-yes?"

"My usual, please."

"Oh, yes... of course."

You fumble, putting in his order and peeking glances at his direction. You knew you were acting like a deprived, shameless woman but you could care less. You don't know if he realized you were checking him out but even if he did, he didn't say anything.

As you hand him his order, he murmurs a thank you and asks, "When do you close?"

"Huh?"

"This cafe. When do you close it?"

"Oh, um, we take customers until about 10 pm. Then we clean up."

"I see. Thank you."

He turns around and leaves, a few heads turning towards him as he does so. You stand there, confused as to why he'd ask that.

"That was a goddamn piece of snack right there. " your co worker chirps as Joshua leaves the cafe.

"Seriously?" You raise a brow at her.

"It's fucking true. I mean look at him. He has heads turning around as he walks by."

You couldn't argue with that.

✧

It's almost 10:30 in the night and you are having quite a trouble cleaning up. It's the weekend night and there were more customers than usual, which was the thing you hated about working full-time during the weekends though the payment was good. You wipe the counter, sighing, your back muscles tired from a long day.

The bell at the door rings, slightly irritating you.

Service is over damn it.

The last person you expect, walks through the door. Your mouth hangs open and a small gasp leaves your co worker's mouth as you both stare at the person. It's Joshua.

"I'm sorry, sir, we're closed." You manage the words out.

"Could I maybe, have a word with you?" He asks, ignoring what you said.

"Uh-um, sure. I- I just have some things to finish up." You stammer, your heart beating way too fast to your liking.

"Good. You don't mind if I sit, do you?"

"N-no, of course not."

You turn to face your co worker who stares at you with wide eyes.

"What the fuck is going on?" She whisper-yells.

"I have no idea!" You reply back.

You finish your work quickly, your heart hammering the whole time. Once you both are finished, your co worker starts to dress up, ready for home. She gives you a good lecture to lock up properly before taking off.

You stand behind the counter trying to even out your breathes, eyeing Joshua who sits at the table by the window.

You swallow and free your hair from the ponytail, smooth it down and walk over to him.

"H-hey."

"Oh, hey." He looks up at you gesturing you to sit. You take a seat in front of him on the couch. He doesn't say anything but looks at you with a subtle smile.

"You look different," you blurt out, indicating his look.

"Oh yes, I had a meeting at the university."

"On the weekend?"

"Apparently, yes."

"So, uhm, why are you here?" You fidget rubbing your hands together, feeling nervous.

"I wanted to see you." He replies casually.

You almost choke on air.

"Last time we didn't get to finish our conversation and you seemed like an interesting person."

You flush, almost not believing your own years.

Joshua runs his hand through his hair then rests his hand under his chin, looking directly at you.

"I'll be honest with you, you've been on my mind a lot lately, Y/n."

You stare at him, mouth hanging open.

Did he just really say that?

A soft sound comes from outside and you both turn your heads to see it has started to rain outside.

"I want to date you, Y/n."

Holy-

You gasp and a nervous laughter escapes you. "I, um, I- uh..." You don't know what you are trying to say.

He laughs softly, "I know you have a thing for me. Your stares aren't that secretive, you know."

You blush furiously, looking down at your lap, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's cute." He laughs.

You meet his eyes, trying to find out words to say.

"So what do you say?"

"I... mean, we barely know each other... "

"Isn't that why people date?"

"Yea, right."

"Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No!" You gasp out, afraid that he'll leave. "I just, I don't know what to say."

Joshua offers you a kind smile and to your surprise he stands up and sits beside you. He softly strokes your hair, his eyes on yours.

"I mean it, I want to date you."

You stare at his eyes, transfixed. The sparkles in his eyes, the fact that he was so close to you made your brain fizzy and heart skip beats.

He softly leans down, his eyes on your lips, "May I?"

Oh my god.

You nod without a delay and he captures your lips in a kiss. He tilts your neck gently cupping behind your ear. Your hands find purchase on the lapels of his jacket as you let him kiss you.

When you pull back, you feel like you are burning from embarrassment. The night is silent other than the sound of rain outside and you are scared that he can hear your heart beat.

"Did I convince you?" He asks tilting your head upwards.

"Yes." You whisper, feeling your insides warm up.

And without thinking much, you grasp his jacket and pull him in for another kiss. You can feel him smile against your lips and it only urges you to go on.

As the night proceeds you rest your head on his shoulder, intertwine your hands with his and watch the rain outside. You felt slightly overwhelmed with joy as you talked with Joshua about anything, your heart skipping beats every now and then. Maybe this is what it felt like to be in love.

You look at his face taking in the details as he softly talks about his favourite novels and such. You only hope you can look at his face and feel his warmth in the coming days.

A/N: Hello everyone, this is my first tumblr fiction so I'm sorry if it wasn't so good. I hope you continue to support my blog. Your comments are really appreciated! >< 💕

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undercoverclover · 3 years

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Land Or Sea

Part 1

Genre: A giant mix of angst, fluff and spice if you want to call it that?

Pairing: Lee x Ari

Warnings: Mentions of death... I think that's it?

Word Count: ≈6k total

-My twist on The Little Mermaid for the Tell A Fairytale event hosted by @acewriters

“Ari! Wait for me! You know it’s harder for me to swim with my hurt fin!” I hear from behind me. Looking back I see the bright orange hair covering my friends eyes. Brushing it aside, he huffs at me.

“Oh come on, River. Don’t be such a guppy!” I laugh. My younger friend, though he was almost a whole half a tail taller than me, had hurt his fin two weeks ago and though it had gotten a lot better, he was still slower than me.

“Oh hush you or I’m going to tell Mal that you’re going where you're not supposed to be.” I hear him snicker.

“Go right on ahead, then I’ll tell her that you were with me. Let’s see who’s in the dog house then.” I look behind me at his face. Noticing his lips in a tight line and his eyes glaring knives at me, I grin.

“That’s what I thought.” I snicker.

Mal is my best friend and the royal advisor to my father, Triton, the king of the sea. She is so much fun to be around, but let us get caught in a forbidden area and I’d never hear the end of it. River is her boyfriend, so it’d be double trouble for him… Especially with the hurt fin.

We push a little further, finally noticing the sunken ship we’d been looking for.

“There it is, River!” I smile, waving him forward to hurry.

"You know, if we get caught. Your father is going to throw us in the dungeon for a week." He smiles.

"That's why we can't get caught. Duh."

Swimming to the window, I peek inside. "AH!" jump back as an eel slides out. Grasping my chest, I hear River behind me laughing hysterically. Shooting him a look, I slip through the window. He stands guard as I search to see what I can find. Seeing something shine on the floor out of the corner of my eye, I look over to notice a ballerina figurine.

I pick it up, putting it in the bag on my back.

"Ari, come on. The waters are getting darker. We need to get back."

"Just 5 more minutes."

"Ari, now." He said, starting to get agitated.

"5 more minutes Ri!" I plead.

"Ariel! Let's go now!" He demanded.

"Fine!" I grumble, "I swear."

Heading back out of the window, I noticed it had gotten darker. It looked like there was a storm rolling in, but there were no signs of it when we came this way.

"Alright, we need to hurry back." I say, avoiding his 'I told you so' gaze.

Swimming as fast as he could, I tried to help him.

"Okay, this is my bad. We should have left earlier."

"I couldn't have left earlier. Now, let's get moving. Mal is going to have our tails for this."

Right, I’d had to wait on him because he’d wanted to spend time with Mal before she had to go to my father’s council meeting. Those things always lasted forever.

Finally reaching the city, we parted ways and I headed home. Swimming in the door, I notice Mal in the living room.

"We need to talk." She says.

We go up to my room and I place my bag on my desk.

"You missed the meeting today."

"What meeting? I never go- Oh snap! I completely forgot I was supposed to be there today. I'm sorry Mal!" I say, feeling horrid.

"Your father is furious. You may want to apologize to him, not me. I have a feeling someone else is going to be apologizing to me."

"I will… I'm going."

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Apologizing to my father had been a failure. I'd spent most of the evening trying to apologize. I'm grounded, even though I'm an adult. The joy of being a princess, you never fully escaped.

I'd made my way back to my room after that chaos and collapsed on my bed. Looking out of my window, I see something flickering at the top of the water.

It was distant but I got curious. Swimming closer, I notice it's flames! I swim up. There's pieces of wood and trinkets falling everywhere now, I have to dodge them.

I poke my head above the water and hear men screaming for someone from a lifeboat.

"Lee! Lee? Where are you?" They yell. They look around frantically, but never see me or the man. They head away. I'm assuming giving up hope.

I begin wandering around and looking, pushing pieces out of my way.

I happen to notice him stuck on a piece of wood drifting off in the opposite direction. He had been hit by something, knocking him out and had a cut on his head.

"Oh! Wait!" But they were already too far gone. I decide to take him myself. I grab the wood and push him in the direction of the beach a few miles away. It wasn't easy but I managed. He weighed more than he looked and I'm not huge myself, but I finally made it to shore. The sun was coming up now. The only thing I could do was drag him off the wood and onto what little sand I could get to.

He was beautiful. Brown hair that was fluffy after it had dried on the way here, sharp features and a small scar on his left side of his face.

He groaned.

Oh no… I start to head back to the water.

His eyes flutter open and look directly at me, his brown eyes shining in the morning sun, "You saved me."

"I did. If not you would have drowned. Now, I have to leave. I'm sorry."

"Wait!"

It was too late, I was already in the water and swimming home.

Wow. A human. A man. A gorgeous one at that…

I make my way into my bedroom window and get under my blankets, hoping nobody noticed I was missing.

"Where have you been?" I hear from the corner of my room. I jump and look over.

"River! You can't do that to someone!"

"Answer the question, Ari."

"I took a swim. Now I'm going back to sleep."

"Yeah okay. If you say so." He swims out of the window, agitated and I lay there daydreaming of the man I saved.

The next few days that passed, all I could see was his face. I want to see him again. I will. I'll go and see him tonight! I manage to keep my excitement down to a minimum, only River and Mal notice. Which is normal because I spend a lot of time with them.

I go to bed early, and sneak out. Swimming until I arrive at the beach where I'd left him. He was walking along it. His brown hair straight, in a white sweater and slacks. He was holding his shoes as he walked, feeling the sand on his feet. I wish I could do that.

He looks my way and I hide behind a rock.

"Hello? I saw you! Please don't be shy!"

"I'm sorry! I'm not supposed to be here! It's forbidden!" I yell to him from behind the rock.

"But you saved me."

"I did and I'd do it again."

"At least tell me your name."

"I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Please!"

I'd gone under before I could say more. I feel bad about leaving him standing there so I decide to go back there tonight to see if he was there. Lo’ and behold, he was. I decide to swim close enough so he could see me.

“What’s your name?” Lee asks, wide brown eyes looking in my direction, as if he’s not believing what he’s seeing.

“Why should I tell you? So you can tell all your friends of my existence and they can hunt me down?” I say.

“No! Of course not! I’m in awe… I want to thank the woman that saved my life, properly.” My mouth opens in shock as he continues, “I saw a glimpse of you last time, I just want to know your name to match your face. Which is much more beautiful up close, if I may say.”

“Ariel.”

“Ariel? Well, it’s so nice to meet you Ariel. Thank you for risking your life to save mine.” He smiles.

“Ari.” I say, smiling, “Call me Ari.”

I went back the next few nights, singing to signal him that I’d arrived, I waited for him to come out. He hears me and comes out, smiling, coming to sit on the rock at our meeting spot. We talk until he’s so tired he couldn’t keep his eyes open and I had to tell him I’d come back tomorrow because I need to get back before my father wakes. We continued this for a few weeks and I grew to love talking to him. He was funny and handsome and I became comfortable with him. He’s the first human to see me, the first human I felt a connection to.

I couldn’t hide my happiness any longer, I had to tell someone. I knock on Mal’s door, after returning from my visit with Lee, so it was around 6 a.m. River answers, with a strange look on his face.

“What are you doing here so early and why are you so smiley?” He asks.

“I need to talk to your girlfriend.”

“Alright, come in.” He says, moving aside so I can slip by, “she’s in the bedroom still.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Opening their bedroom door, I see Mal laying in bed, reading. She’s normally up and ready for work by now.

“Hey. You’re here early this morning.” She chuckles, closing her book.

“Yes, I am. I haven’t been to bed yet,” My smile fades, worrying about her. “Are you okay? Normally you are about to come to the palace. You’ve felt sick for a few weeks lately.”

“I’m fine, I just needed a day off. I was grateful your father approved,”

“Of course he would! You’re like a daughter to him, not just his advisor. He takes anything that you say seriously. So if you needed a day, he’d do it in a heartbeat.” I smile.

She smiles at me and pats my hand, “You guys and Riv are the only family I have, I’m happy with that. Now tell me, why did you come in here smiling to no end.

“It’s a slightly long story. Do you have time? And remember, this is best friend territory, okay? Completely sworn to secrecy, until death”

“I have all day. Well, as much as needed. I’d like to stay in this bed all day if possible.” She smiles and nods. I chuckle and dive into my story about everything, starting with the shipwreck.

Her face went from mortified that I was being so careless, to understanding. To say she was mad at first, was an understatement…

“Why would you do this, repeatedly, without telling anyone Ariel? Do you know how stupid that was? You could have been hurt!” She panics, causing River to come in and check on her.

“Please, Mal, calm down. Let me explain.” She calms down, but River doesn’t want to leave her side. Mal reassures him she’s fine now and leaves us to finish our talk. She breathes deep a few times and signals me to continue.

I explain what has been going on and the talks Lee and I have had. About how he is an only child, and his parents passed away when he was in school far away. How he’s managing the small kingdom he runs, on his own. I also explain that he’s seen me and that he is the type, like she, to hold that secret until death. She isn’t happy that I showed myself to a human, but she understands taking leaps of faith because Mal and River were never supposed to be together either. Seeing her understand what I’m dealing with and being there for me even though she’s not happy with the situation, I feel tears in my eyes. She’s genuinely happy for me. And her and River’s hopeful love story of forbidden love, leads me into my next dilemma.

I also tell her that I think I love him,,,

She smiles widely, “I always tell you not to do what I’ve done. Seems you one upped me, in that department anyway. You fell for a human, but I have my own secret to tell you.” I smile and laugh. Grabbing the pillow beside her and smacking her with it playfully.

“Someone has to make you look good. What is your secret? Tell me. Tell me.”

She leans forward and whispers in my ear. My eyes get wide and I’m so happy that I could scream. She shushes me and I hold in my excitement.

“Mhmm. Sure. So as your best friend, when are you going back to meet him?”

“Tonight. I really need to get home to sleep for a while.” I laugh looking at the time, 8:43 a.m.

“Yeah, you may want to, in case your dad looks for you this morning.” She laughs.

River knocks on the door and pokes his head in, “May I have my girlfriend back now?”

“Yes, you may. I was just about to leave.” I smile, getting up and giving her a hug, “Thank you for understanding.”

She nods, “Just remember to let me know some way that you’re going. I don’t care if you leave a pebble on my windowsill.”

I laugh but agree and head home, finding my bed and drifting off to sleep within minutes. I wake up to eat before slipping out for the night. I swing by Mal’s and place a pebble I’d painted a yellow smiley face with a blue heart, on her window; smiling I take off to meet Lee.

I began to sing when I went tonight, hoping he'd hear me and appear, yet he didn’t… I decide to wait for him. I'm beginning to worry after a few hours of him not showing...

"He's not here my dear." I hear behind me. Spinning around, I see the sea witch.

"Why? What's going on?"

"He's sick, my dear."

"Sick? Sick how!?"

"He fell ill yesterday morning."

"But that's impossible! I spoke to him just last night!"

"Well, he must have hidden it really well or really wanted to talk to you."

"Oh no. No! I have to get to him. I have to help him."

I need to find a way. I would.

“I'm sorry. I've got to go." I start to go around the witch to get home.

"I can help him."

"What do you mean you can help him?" I ask, cautiously.

"I can fix him for a price."

“What price?” I ask, more nervous this time.

“Give me your voice and I’ll fix him right now.” she demands.

“You could do that?”

“Yes, I could.”

“I- I don’t know if I could do that.”

“Well, if you decide to. Follow the current south from the castle. I assume you know how to get there though.”

I nod and take off home.

I swim as fast as I can and make it back before dawn. Instead of going home, I make a stop at Mal’s. I need to talk to her. Knocking on her door, I realize she may still be asleep, even though she gets up early, it’s still too early for her.

To my surprise, she answers the door…”Ari, what are you doing here? Is everything alright at the castle?” she asks, her eyes growing worrisome.

“At the castle, yes. But, I need your advice as my best friend and not the royal advisor.” I say.

She asks me to come in and I begin telling her everything. River is still asleep, so it’s like old times.

“So, you’re saying that you really love him? Even though you barely know him and may never know him in any other way and you want to help him?” She asks, “And yes, I know you feel like you know him through your talks.”

“Yes. And I know it sounds weird, but I have to.”

“Best friend’s advice only? Don’t go to the witch. She’s mean and cruel. Scope the beach out and make sure she’s not lying. Maybe your father would grant you time on land, if you told him it was to only make sure he was okay?” she suggests.

“Okay, I’ll talk to father when I get home. Thank you, Mal.”

“You’re welcome, Ari. And do me a favor, don’t take River out so far next time. His fin is doing better, but it’s been aching again for the past few days.” She smiles, coming to hug me and send me on my way.

“You got it. Thanks again.” I hug her back and head home.

Father was already awake and in the dining area. I decided to tell him the truth. Even if it meant getting punished.

“You did what?” He demands, getting angry.

“Father, please.” I plead, “I told you what I did and I’ve found out he’s sick. I need to see him and help.”

“You disobeyed me too many times, Ariel. Absolutely not! Why should I even remotely want to do this for you?”

“Because I love him! And I will do this one way or another Father, please. I’m asking for your help, not the help I’ve been offered already, but I will go to her if that’s the only option I have.”

“You think you love him. What other offer?” he says, angrily.

I stand tall, even though my insides are twisting from anxiety, “The sea witch.”

“Ariel, you will do no such thing! She’s a witch and an evil one at that!” He says, getting up from his seat.

“I will father. I may be a princess, but I am also an adult.”

“Ariel…” He says, hurt by my words.

I turn and walk out, hoping he’ll think about it and agree.

“Wait,” he says and I turn around, “I will help you, on one condition.”

“What? Anything, please.”

“I will grant you legs in order to go help him for 2 days and only two. But at the end of the second day, you will come back home. No questions or complaints. You will come back home and resume your duties as princess.”

“Deal.” I say, without hesitation.

With reluctance, even after I promise to come back, my father agrees to take me at the end of the night.

“Ariel, what are you planning on doing?” I hear as I come out of the dining area, where father had been eating breakfast. I look around and see River, arms crossed, looking at me.

“I’m doing what I have to do,” I reply.

“Mal told me. You don’t have to do this. You don’t know this man.”

“I do, River. I really do. Please don’t do this. Mal trusts me, that’s all I’m asking from you.” I say, sadly.

He shakes his head at me. “I hope so.”

He leaves and I get things ready and make some medicine for Lee, hoping it will work better than human medicine. I get completely ready and when I finish, I decide to nap.

“Ariel, wake up.” I hear and I shift in my bed.

“Ariel.” I hear again, opening my eyes slowly.

“What is it father?” I ask.

“Are you still wanting to go?” He asks. I jump up and grab my bag and the dress I was planning to wear.

“I’m ready.” I say, in a serious tone.

He smiles, “You really are willing to do this?

“It’s the easiest decision of my life, Father.” I smile at him.

“You really are your mother’s daughter. The most like her out of you and your sisters.”

I feel tears sting my eyes. My mother had fallen ill after she had me and passed. I never knew her like my 4 sisters did and always wondered. I hug my father tightly, happy to hear what he told me.

“Now, come Ariel, let’s get this done.”

I nod and we set out for the beach where I had met Lee on many nights and talked until early morning. We swim for a while, not bothered by the silence between us. Once we get there, I speak first, “This is it, What do I do now?” I ask, looking at my father.

“Go to him, do what you must and be back in two days' time. I will be waiting here at the same time as now.” He says and I smile and hug him tightly.

“Thank you. I love you.” I say, quietly.

I head close to shore to where I could touch sand and my father swirls his trident on top of the water. Feeling weird sensations in my fins, I look down, only to notice legs. Human legs… I smile, looking up at my father and wave my toes at him.

He laughs, tossing my bag at me. I grab the blue dress wrapped around my bag and slip it on, it’s wet, but it’ll dry soon enough.

“Be safe and strong, my darling Ariel. I will see you soon.” He says, smiling sadly and disappearing under the water to return to our home.

#a.c.e #acewriters #donghun #a.c.e donghun #tellafairytale

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ecclais-fouoras · 3 years

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Sometimes moving on is good

Chapter 3&4

The two of you met often for drinks and chatting, while you exchanged a few messages.

You : Hey😝✌️ what is up ? I haven't heard from you today, is everything ok? Btw i finished your recipe but the cake 🍰 was not looking good😭🤣

Diane : hi, sorry i was busy with work. what happened with the cake? Oh i know you must have overcooked it, i used to do that all the time at first. What does btw mean? And why are there little faces on my phone ?

You :🤣oh honey...those are smileys you use that to had emotions to texts. AND Btw means by the way, everybody knows that diane.

Diane: haha ! Well I don't, anyways I finally finished the book you handed me last time.

You: OMG ALREADY??? IN 3 DAYS ! did you at least like it?

Diane: i did especially because of Jude’s past. Oh, and then Jude’s present, because sometimes life just keeps knocking people down, even when they’ve already suffered more than anyone ever should.

You: yes ohh it was so sad. I almost shead a tear. Which does not happen often !

Especially when reading... But I'm glad you liked it.😘

Diane: well i did the writing was really good, and the plot was interesting, what do you mean especially when you read ?

You: well... I always have trouble connecting to a book, especially when I have to read it, AND WHEN IT'S LONNNG🤣

In all seriousness I just have a hard time reading for as long as I can remember.

Diane: oh...why is that??

You: well I was diagnosed with An Oral and Written Language Learning Disability with impairment in reading and a specific reading comprehension deficit years ago. So basically my brain don't wORK.

Diane: i apologise that was intrusive of me

You: oh no don't worry I'm fine with talking about it, it's not that big of a deal, it doesn't stop me from messing up your cake🤭😭.

Diane: 😂 you'll do better next time don't worry. Do you know what are the causes ? You don't have to answer. It's just, well medicine interests me a lot.

You: apparently an abnormal cortical development, that occurs before or during the sixth month of fetal brain development, may have Abnormal cell formation known as ectopias, and more rarely, vascular micro-malformations, and microgyrus.

It's all big words but yeah those are the latest studies about dyslexia sais.

Diane: oh okay, i never thought it was actually physical, it's good to know

you: me neither until I searched it ! Even if I had it🤣. Sorry i gotta go I'm gonna be late for work !

Diane : sure, have fun! well Don't have fun...you know what I mean

Goodbye y/n.

When you got back from work you directly went on your phone hoping that diane sent you a message just so you'd have an excuse to talk to her. You had just seen her a few days before but somehow you still missed her, and little did you know she was missing you too.

After a few weeks you grew closer, and she invited you over for lunch or brunch, but tonight, you were going out. Together. You had asked her on a date a few days before.

"Hi Diane ? Yes it's me I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me on Friday ?...mmm...yes well I know a great place next to the cinema... Totally we can go out to the movies and then diner...what do you want to see ? Okay, cool see you then."

Yes, you were neighbors, you could've asked her in person, but you didn't want to be rejected face to face, it seamed easier to do on the phone.

And tonight was the night, the movie didn't start until a few hours, but you had already started getting ready. You picked up a nice outfit, Classy but casual, and put on just a little make up.

On the other side of the road diane was also starting to prepare, she was -not gonna lie- overall a bit anxious, why did you ask her out? Was it a date ? No it couldn't be, you'd never think of her like this. She was lucky to call you her friend, maybe you didn't even think of her as a friend ? God I'm so silly i got carried away, she probably doesn't even like me back. She was completely overwhelmed with thoughts, her breathing was shallow and she could not get in the right headspace as she put on her outfit.

She didn't notice that it was almost time, and that you were going to show up anytime to pick her up.

She offered to drive but you said you'd like too since you worked from home and didn't drive your car out often.

next thing she knows, her doorbell rings and as she goes down the stairs you hear her say "coming !" in a soft voice.

"I'm so sorry I barely even finished getting ready... Here come in I just have to find my shoes and I'll be right there." She looked so beautiful in her bordeaux dress that you didn't register her words.

"...o.. okay.." you manage to say while eyeing her up and down. Even if she didn't seem to know, she was beyond beautiful and you were going to make sure she did.

"You look.." you couldn't finish you sentence before she started rambling and letting all of her anxieties taking over her speach.

-" what too much, oh no i should have never put on that, sorry i thought it was cute but I'm too old for this and ugl...

She didn't have time to finish you just cut her off;

-"NO ! No i ment you look beautiful like this"

You couldn't help but feel attracted to her right now, but you put it aside, she didn't like women obviously?

-"Oh...wait really ?" You could feel the shakiness in her tone

"Yes...of course you look cute, and the dress is amazing on you. Don't even worry about it you are a very beautiful women diane."

You said in a firm voice that made her knees go weak.

"Well we should get going sweetie, do you have your shoes?"

"Yes..let's go" she closed the door blushing widely as you opened up the door to your car.

You bowed as you said "Milady" in a formal tone

She giggled softly and it was the most precious sound in the universe.

The car drive went by in a comfortable silence as just the soft music and a bit of humming could be heard.

You invited her to the movies, she offered the popcorn and choose your seats.

It wasn't necessarily a scary movie, but when things got a little tense, you could see her clench the armrest, so you scooted over and offered her your shoulder so she could hold on to you. After a bit of esitaton she accepted your embrace and the two of you cuddled together while the movie played. She gasped and then laughed at herself a few times.

When the credits started to roll none of you wanted to move, but you broke the silence and told her;

"As much as I'd like to stay here and cuddle you... I think the dude standing there with the bucket needs us to leave... Also the reservation is in ten minutes."

She sighed softly in defeat, gathered her bag and started to get up.

She rose too quickly and felt dizzy as her legs started to buckle. But you cought her hips before she could fall.

"It's okay...I got you", you said softly in her ear.

"Are you good? Can you walk" you asked as you still held her hips firmly. Which send a shiver down her spine, and a tingle down further to the both of you.

"Yeah.. I'm good thank you I just got up too fast".

You both went to the restaurant, the waiter took your orders and you both started to chat about anything and everything, the movies, life, cake, and even your delicious pastries.

"I was NOT scared !?"

-"YES you totally were ! you clang on to me the whole time I heard you whimper at Thé screen everytime there was something scary on."

-"sorry about that..."

-"why are you apologizing ? If it had bothered me i would have told you so..."

-"oh..okay, but I wasn't scared, just sometimes the movie was making me anxious ! I mean like that part in the stairs...brr..gave me chills."

-"alright alright fine..you weren't scared...I'll give it to you.. just because your cute"

She nearly choked at your comment and became as red as your wine.

"It's okay you don't have to be shy with me."

-"Do you really think I'm cute?"

-"Yeah, already told you you were cute today; and well not just tonight"

-"thank you y/n"

"Anytime diane, you are beautiful i want you to know that"

She didn't want to cry in front of you but you saw the tear she was desperately trying to hide run down her cheek, and got worried.

"Oh diane...are you okay ? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable... please look at me" you moved closer to wipe the tears off of her face, and gently stroked her cheek.

"I'm fine y/n, just it's been a long time since anybody called me beautiful"

-"Well that's a shame then, and I'll make sure you hear it a lot more."

"You don't have to do that... I don't need to hear it"

-"You do. And you should be hearing it, i don't know why it stopped but I'll make sure it doesn't ever again"

She sobbed at your words again

"Oh No...sweet girl don't cry.. please... you're okay diane, I'm here always, I'm your friend"

She calmed down a bit, and felt butterflies in her stomach at what you said.

-"You are? You mean you actually want to be ?"

"OF course silly, i wouldn't have invited you to diner if I didn't at least like you diane."

Just after that sentence left your mouth the waiter arrived to pick up your plates, you breathed out 'thank you' as he left.

"You know, I don't understand why you didn't think I liked you, at leaaaast a little ?"

You joked as you took a sip of your glass.

"Well.. I've been alone for so long now...I don't know...i thought you were just hanging out with me because you didn't have a choice...".

You were saddened by her words

"Diane..I... if I had known you felt that way I would have said something a long time ago ! I don't want you to think for a second that i am here out of pity or because I got nothing better to do. I'm here cause I wanted to have a nice evening out with you."

You said as you put your hand on top of hers, when she didn't draw back you started to gently stroke it.

"Would you two like some dessert ?"

You pulled away to take the menu form the waitress.

"Do you want some dessert diane? They have apple pie, and tiramisu?"

-"i don't know...I'm not that hungry for both but i don't want to choose."

-"we can share you know"

-"huh? What do you mean"

-"well, i take the apple pie, you take the tiramisu, and we split"

-"are you sure? I wouldn't want to bother y..."

You cut her off before she could go any further.

"Yes I'm sure diane"

"..o..okay then"

"Are YOU sure??" You asked in a funny tone

She giggled and nodded.

You asked the waiter for both and shared when they arrived. After fighting a bit over who would pay you told diane that you had asked her out and therefore you should pay, "and if you want to pay so bad... you'll pay next time."

Both of you were full, you had spent an incredible night, it was dark but you offered diane a quick walk around the park, and she agreed. The two of you made your way back to the car after laughing your asses of and getting even closer than before.

You drove her back to your...her house. And before she entered her home you softly said;

"Well diane, i had an amazing night, we have to do that again sometime."

-"yes we do, i had so much fun too"

-"And I ment everything i said tonight,.."

For a few moments you just looked at each other, your gaze met her lips and she thought about how sweet they would taste before thinking 'who am i kidding she'll never kiss me, get those thoughts out of your head diane'

Before you could process what was happening, both of your bodies grew closer and your eyes shifted between both of your lips you kissed her, softly. it was a calm and quiet kiss. You broke off for air and looked into her eyes. You caressed her cheeks and put your hand on the small of her back before kissing her again, she moaned inside your lips and you took the chance to put your tongue in her mouth. Her hands flew to your neck and she kissed you back.

After a few minutes of making out you pulled away, you didn't really want to break the moment but you asked

"Diane... it's late i should go back home..."

She looked a hurt and a bit sad while she let you go.

"No don't.. I don't regret kissing you Diane don't worry. I just want to take this slow"

"Oh alright I thought you didn't... nevermind. Go home y/n, it's getting cold out here" she looked down at her hands and

"..you don't regret it don't you?"

"No i enjoyed it" she said blushing slightly.

"Good... I'll see you tomorrow then... Good night diane"

you kissed her sweetly again before leaving and you both smiled like teenagers who just had their first date.

-"Sweet dreams y/n"

#diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #sarah paulson fanfiction

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strangest-loser · 4 years

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Twilight Rewrite

Fire in my Blood ~ Jasper Hale x OC ~ Book One: Chapter Two

Chapter One

There weren't very many rules in the Swan household, and they weren't just set by Charlie, his main rule: Alessia couldn't have boys over in her bedroom, if Jacob, Quill and Embry were coming over they had to stay in the living room or the kitchen, but it was very rare that they hung out at her home anyway, they spent most of their time on the reserve.

Alessia's main rule: if Charlie got caught up at work or an emergency happened past 8pm he had to let her know he was safe so she didn't worry herself into a heart attack. That rule was established after one night when Alessia was 15 and Charlie had an animal attack emergency and didn't get home till 2am. Alessia didn't know where he was and when he came home he found her in the corner of the kitchen having a panic attack and ended up making herself sick. He never forgot that rule.

But the rule that was established by the both of them and arguably the most important rule of all: if the song was released after 1990 ... It couldn't be played in the car ever!

~' Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and Wouldn't you love to love her?

Takes to the sky like a bird in flight and

Who will be her lover? '~

"you did not just say that to me!", came Alessia's outraged voice overlapping the velvety vocals of Stevie Nicks coming from the cruisers radio, Fleetwood Mac's 'Rhiannon' playing through the car as Alessia debated her father, "what you just said is absolute blasphemy, take it back!".

"I won't take it back, I meant what I said, 'don't stop' is the superior Fleetwood Mac song!". Came Charlie's retort as he pulled off the highway towards the airport.

"okay first of all, 'don't stop' isn't superior, the layout, 'Landslide' is their best, then 'Rhiannon', then 'Gypsy', then maybe 'don't stop'." Alessia said, leaving no room for Charlie to argue as he just gave her a look that said `we will finish this later.`

They pulled into the parking lot of William R Fairchild International Airport in Port Angeles just in time for the song to end and Alessia reached forward to change the CD. Fleetwood Mac was swapped out for The Foundations as the opening of 'Build me up Buttercup' flowed into her ears. A laugh was pulled out of Charlie as he and his daughter sang along while looking for a parking spot.

Leaning against the car as she watched her dad walk into the building to get to Bella's gate, Alessia let her nerves begin to creep back into her mind. Would Bella still be kind? Would she like her room? Would their relationship ever go back to the way it was when they were younger? Did Alessia even want that? Shaking those thoughts out of her head she felt an itching sensation in the back of her head, like someone was watching her. She looked behind her to the tree line and let her eyes focus. There was nothing there, maybe she was imagining it.

Her attention was brought back to her father walking back to the car with a suitcase in his hand and with a brunette following behind him. Alessia took this time to really look at her sister.

Bella looked like she was a little bit shorter than her. Her hair was around collarbone length while Alessia's was long, reaching the middle of her back when it was down, Bella's held a wavy curl in it while Alessia's was poker straight, the only similarity they shared was the colour, like chocolate. Bella wore comfy jeans and a shirt, a contrast to the blue and gold that was Alessia's cheerleading uniform. And funnily enough Alessia's skin held a richer tone than Bella's own pale skin, but not much.

Their eyes met and Alessia offered a soft smile to the girl she hadn't seen in four years. Her smile was returned but it didn't really reach Bella's eyes. This would take some time.

Pulling into the driveway concluded probably one of the most awkward car rides of Alessia's life. As soon as the engine cut out Alessia sprung out of the passenger seat and raced to unlock the door. After setting her keys down on the kitchen table she turned to see her father and Bella walk through the front door. "Want me to get started on dinner dad?" She asked already moving to the fridge. " I was thinking we should have a diner night tonight Al".

Alessia's mouth watered at the thought of her favourite desert at the diner, Cora's famous apple crisp with ice cream, after the weird day she had today, nothing sounded better than something familiar. "Sounds like a plan" she replies following them up the stairs to stand in the doorway of Bella's room "I tried not to decorate in here too much because I didn't know what you liked" Alessia explained looking around the room she had prepared for Bella. "No it's great, thanks Alessia" came the younger girls reply.

"ok well I'll be in my room if you need anything, dad, call me when we're leaving for food". Alessia took her leave and walked into the safehaven that was her bedroom. She adored her room. Her double bed had a homemade quilt that Leah and her grandmother had made for her 16th birthday and a bunch of pillows on top of a white bedspread. The walls were lined with photos of her friends going back through the years up until the most recent which stood on her dresser in a frame. It was taken two weeks ago in front of Emmet's jeep, Alessia and Alice were sitting on the hood laughing at each other while Emmet was staring at Rosalie with pure devotion written on his features and Jasper stood next to Alice, Edward had taken the picture. Her ceiling was covered in fairy lights and those glow in the dark stars that she put up when she was 8 which still helped her sleep at night (her most kept secret) and her desk housed her homework and her printer, next to her desk sat her bay window with a window seat that held more pillows and another blanket. The last thing that stood in her room was her bookshelf that held half fiction books and half historical books, all of which were well loved, with dog-eared and yellowed pages (her copy of 'Pride and Prejudice' was falling apart and stained with tea but she still managed to read it countless times).

Setting her backpack on her desk chair she walked over to her dresser and picked up the picture, observing it once more. It was the coldest day of February and everyone was wrapped up in coats and hats. Alice was holding Alessia's gloves hostage above her head and trying not to fall off the hood of the jeep. Rosalie was wearing her signature necklace and a pretty ring on her index finger and seemed to be engrossed in whatever Emmet was telling her. And Jasper... Alessia stopped in her tracks as she looked at the picture, Jasper was looking at her... How had she never noticed that before.

Her confusion was interrupted by a car pulling into her driveway, she set the framed picture back before walking over to the window and looking out only to see a very familiar black car pull up. An excited smile spread on her face like wildfire as she booked it out of her room and down the stairs, opening the door and running to jump on Jacob Black. "You didn't tell me you were coming! I would have planned something dastardly" she said while giggling as her best friend spun her around before setting her down and giving her his meanest look. "Absolutely not, you have gotten me grounded way too many times and it's never worth it" he said pulling her into a loving headlock while she whined and tried to escape. Once he let her go Alessia whipped her head around and her mischievous face caused Jacob so smile in a similar way. "Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?" She asked poking him in the stomach, "oh god, we're going to die aren't we?", His response prompted a punch in the shoulder. "It's a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself" Alessia replied like Jacob had just offended her greatly. The voice of Billy Black then came from over her shoulder, "you absolutely do not!".

Alessia zoned out as she felt that itching feeling coming from the woods again, looking out into the trees she still couldn't see anything out there, this was starting to freak her out. Her mind focused back in on her dad telling Bella that the old orange truck in front of them was her welcome home gift. This sparked a sickly feeling in Alessia's stomach, Alessia had been working her ass off doing odd shifts at the diner and even occasionally assisting Doctor Cullen at the hospital when he had patients but he needed his office sorted through and cleared up, all to save up for a car that she has needed for the past 3 years, and her sister shows up and just gets one handed to her.

Alessia stops her own train of thought there and banishes the jealousy in her mind. Jealousy was an ugly emotion that she hated seeing and hated feeling even more. Charlie hadn't seen Bella since she was 13, it made sense that he would want to spoil her.

The diner was reletively full for a Tuesday evening but it wasn't overcrowded, the atmosphere was nice, and Alessia thought that was why she liked it so much. It really felt like a friendly family restaurant. The dinner went by without much conversation other than sporadic conversations between Alessia and her dad about work and school.

"I normally get a ride to school Bella so you just need to worry about driving yourself there" Alessia said with a smile after finishing her lemonade. The conversation drew to a close when Cora came out from the kitchen with a tray of dessert, two berry cobblers and one apple crisp.

"Al, sweetheart, I've got a shift for you tomorrow evening if you are up for it, Sarah is attending a wedding" Cora told her with a kind smile. Alessia nodded through a mouthful of sweet, warm apple and Cora laughed walking away to put her name on the schedule. Bella's eyes looked up from her plate to meet her sisters, "you work here?"

"sometimes, I just do the odd shift because I don't want to get a proper job till after school, but I've gotta buy a car. Sometimes I work down at the hospital too which should help me with getting into medschool". The only thing that Alessia loved more than apple crisp was helping people.

After that eventful day drew to a close Alessia was finishing up some history homework when she thought back to her class today and how weird it was, she couldn't recall anything from the lesson but her conversation with jasper was playing on repeat in her head. He had never really spoken to her in the entire year and a bit that they were in the same class and group, but today not only did he have a full conversation with Alessia, he had started it. She thought back to the photograph on her dresser and how Jasper's eyes were very clearly trained on her face as she laughed with his sister.

This whole situation was very strange indeed.

Watching as Bella pulled into the parking lot the next morning, Alessia bid Alice goodbye and started walking towards the orange pickup parked in front of Tyler's van. "Hey Bells", Bella turned at the sound of her older sister's voice and a look of relief crossed her face at the familiar face approaching her. "I have no idea where I'm going, can you take me to the office, I have paperwork to finish", came the younger's quiet voice. Alessia shot her a small smile, she could imagine that this was nerve-wracking for Bella. She linked arms with her sister and started walking towards the building at the top of the lot.

Their quiet talking let them have time to catch up, Bella told Alessia about life in Phoenix and informed her sister that she brought her a tiny cactus that matched her own. By the time they reached the office doors they were laughing like they did when they were younger and their bond felt just a little bit stronger. "You know I missed you Bells" Alessia's voice grew softer as she looked towards the floor, for a confident girl she was never the best at eye contact when expressing her emotions. She was just about to panic at the silence that met her words until she felt her arms wrap around her waist in a tight hug, "I missed you too".

And so the next few days carried in like that, Alessia would get in the car with Rosalie, Alice and occasionally Edward, she would sit with them for lunch (catching her baby sister not-so-subtly stare at Edward, and watching him stare back), and Jasper sat next to her in every history class that week. It wasn't until Friday that things got strange.

"Honestly Bella don't worry about Edward he is so dramatic", rang out from Alessia sitting on the hood of the truck while trying to read 'Interview with a Vampire' for the millionth time in her life. Hearing Bella grumble under her breath is what made her jump off the hood and stand beside her. Their back and forth banter had Alessia standing at the bed of the truck with her back to the lot. She didn't notice it until it was too late.

Tyler's tires screeched against the ice that littered the ground and his car spun out of control. Alessia didn't comprehend what was happening until she felt a force push her out of the way making her fall and knock her lights out when her head hit the ground.

Waking up in the hospital was only something Alessia was known for once which meant that waking up with a splitting headache with Dr Cullens extremely handsome face looking down on her was thoroughly confusing for the poor girl. “did I fall asleep during my shift?”, her slurred words made the man in front of her laugh lightly before writing something on his clipboard. “No Alessia, there was an accident at the school, a van crashed into the side of Bella’s truck and you fell over and hit your head on the bed of the truck on your way down, you have concussion, everyone else is just fine”. The throbbing in her head grew worse at the words ‘hit your head’ and Alessia began to fight against the blanket that the nurse beside her was trying to wrap around her.

“Carlisle you are gonna have to walk me through that again, my ears feel like cotton” the brunette muttered at the man as he shined a tiny light into her eyes. She was still fighting against the nurses blanket which prompted Carlisle to dismiss the nurse entirely.

“Why do people keep trying to put this blanket on me ?”

“Because you’re in shock”

“That doesn’t mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze”.

The laugh that rang through the room didn’t come from Carlisle that time but from the opening door as the rest of the Cullen bunch came through the doors of her room. Esme, someone that Alessia considered a mother, came to her bedside and hugged the girl before Alice climbed into the bed with her and began petting her head. The rhythmic movements of the girls cool hand felt heavenly to Alessia’s poor throbbing head and she completely checked out of the conversation happening around her to lean into the younger girls touch. “you guys can afford so much expensive stuff but you cant afford blood circulation” she joked which prompted Rosalie to hit her shoulder lightly “Alessia, you are so loopy right now”.

Her eyes drifted towards the door where a lone figure stood, Jasper’s shoulders were stiff and he looked like he would rather be anywhere else but there at that moment. This caused Alessia to deflate slightly but she quickly snapped herself out of that mentally, it didn’t have to mean anything about her.

Maybe the guy just didn’t like hospitals.

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