#All those cheeky waist-grabs have to count for something don't they!

[amyispxnk]

Me, you, and a motorbike.

Summary - Javi takes you for a ride on his motorbike

A/N: I am in desperate need of dividers. Does anyone know how I should go about getting those? Pls help a gal out 🙏 ALSO please tell me if the Spanish is wrongly translated. Lo siento if any mistakes 😞

Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count- 1,041

Warnings: pet names, fluff, riding a motorbike, Javier Peña in a leather jacket on said motorbike should have it's own warning tbh, language, established relationship

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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"Hermosa.. what the fuck is this?" Javi laughed as he approached you in the driveway.

You were proudly leaning up against a motorbike, letting your fingertips trace random patterns over the cool metal.

"A motorbike, obviously." You said, exaggerating the obviously with a cheeky eye-roll.

"Well yeah, but.. why?" His eyebrow raised when he realised just how nice the bike was, you had clearly spent a good amount of money on it. "You don't know how to ride one of these, do you?"

"No... but you do." You announced proudly, producing a faded photograph from your back-pocket and waving in front of him. It must've been almost 2 decades old, slightly torn at the edges and having that classic 80s look to it. In the picture, Javi was sat on a motorbike and practically beaming at the camera - already showing off the very different personality he had before Colombia with just that smile - wearing a black leather jacket, black t-shirt, and those damn skinny jeans he apparently insisted on wearing his entire life. His face looked young, the signature 'stache adorning his upper lip, messy brown hair going in all directions as he held his helmet to the side - clearly having just been on a ride.

He took the picture from you and shook his head, laughing to himself quietly as he recalled the days when he used to bike.

"Where the fuck did you find this?" Javi asked as he handed it back to you and crossed his arms, studying the motorbike.

"Chucho showed it to me a few weeks ago, and I just knew I had to see you in action." You told him, making him groan; Chucho had a habit of showing anyone he could all of Javi's childhood photos, especially the embarrassing ones. He furrowed his brows as he tried to think of any potentially incriminating ones you could've seen when you pushed a helmet into his hands.

"Let's go!" You chirped, about to put your own helmet on when he stopped you, placing his hands atop yours.

"And how do you know I can still remember how to actually work this thing, Hermosa? You haven't really thought this through have you?" He teased, knowing full-well he remembered. He'd actually rode a couple of times after leaving Texas for the first time, having the occasional chance to and gladly taking the opportunity.

"Well, I kind of wanted to surprise you and just hope for the best?" You shrugged as you tilted your head to the side, frowning when you realised he might actually not remember.

"Okay, get your helmet on." He ordered after a moment, making you let out a little excited noise of delight as you quickly put the helmet on.

"Oh- wait! Wait, one minute!" You said as you rushed back inside the house, grabbing something then hurrying back to him.

You handed him his leather jacket and winked before lowering your helmet again. "To complete the look." You explained as you sat behind him on the bike whilst he shrugged the jacket on.

He started up the bike and turned to face you sideways.

"You ready?" He said in a louder voice, the bike already making a lot of noise.

"Yeah! Let's fucking do this!" You replied, wrapping your arms around his waist as he revved the bike and took off, speeding down the empty roads.

It was exhilarating. You'd only been on a motorbike once before, and you were too young to remember just how good it felt. The cool night air whipped past you, blowing against your skin. The lights from stores all blurred together as you hurtled past, the colours mixing to create a mirage of blues, greens, reds and purples in your peripherals as you tightened your grip on his waist.

"This is amazing, oh my god!" You shouted, letting out a yell as he sped up even more.

"Yeah, it is! Fuck, I forgot how great this is!" He called back, turning onto a mostly empty street and intentionally swerving the vehicle a little, making you laugh loudly.

"Okay, okay! Let's go back- Javi!" You told him, in a fit of giggles as he slowed down slightly.

"What? Can't handle the speed, baby?" He said in a fake macho voice.

"I can handle the speed, you dick. Just- too much excitement for one night, I'm getting old y'know." You responded as you now both rode calmly back to the ranch, head resting sideways on his back.

"You're not that old." He countered.

"Yeah, not as old as you at least."

"Oh shut up." He said, nudging you a little as you laughed even more.

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You pulled into the driveway once more and stepped off the bike, taking your helmet off and letting out a breathy laugh, coming down from the adrenaline high by now.

"¡Dios mío, tienes la bicicleta! ¿Se divirtieron ustedes dos? (Oh my, you got the bike! Did you two have fun?)" Chucho's voice sounded from the doorway as you both walked up to the porch.

"¡Fue increíble! Gracias por revelarme esa foto a mí, Chucho, y a los demás. (It was amazing! Thank you for revealing that photo to me, Chucho, and the others.)" You smirked as you stepped past him and into the house.

"¿Qué? ¿Que otros? Oh Dios, no me digas que le mostraste el- (What? What others? Oh God, don't tell me you showed her the-)" Javier groaned as his father only responded with a guilty laugh and a shrug.

Of course he had to show you that photo - the one of him, 16 years old with the most atrocious haircut ever and the face of a baby (not in a cute way), wearing the Santa costume his mom had forced him to wear to entertain his little cousins that Christmas. Chucho had taken so many photos the camera was almost out of space and still used them to tease him to this day.

"Lo siento, hijo, sólo tenía que mostrárselo. (Sorry, son, I just had to show her)" Chucho told Javi as he walked up the stairs, your giggles echoing in his ears as you realised what they were talking about.

"You guys are both so annoying." He murmured, a grin ghosting his lips as he started to get changed to go to sleep.

"Yeah, but you love it." You teased as he got in the bed beside you, pulling you close to him.

"Yeah, you're right." He sighed dramatically before closing his eyes.

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Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open! 💞

[userholland]

grocery shopping with tom🥹🥹 it’s just so cute and domestic <3

pairing － tom holland x fem!reader [established relationship au]

contains － plain domestic relationship vibes, just beware of corny dialogue ♡

word count －560

masterlist | blurb requests open!

"Babe, do you have the list?"

Tom paused, "What list?"

As the two of you stood next to the array of shopping carts, you couldn't help but humor him with a chuckle.

"Remember. I was telling you to write down things we needed."

Tom hissed, "Ah, yeah. See, I'm actor. I figured that it's better to memorize than to write it all down." Your boyfriend jeered, his cheeky smile turning up on his lips.

"More like a professional improviser."

"I take that as a compliment." He smirked.

You playfully smack his shoulder before pulling out the cart. Like a gentleman, Tom takes the cart and the two of you start from one side of the market and plan to stroll up all the aisles.

At first, you wrapped your arm around his, somehow keeping a steady pace with the cart until you were pulling items off the shelf. Usually, the two of you didn't shop together since it wasn't something you had to do together. But, today, it oddly felt like a date.

"Do we want wheat or white?" You asked, glaring at the various bread brands.

"Well, you do like your whi-"

"I swear if you make a white guy joke..." You smiled, pointing a finger at him.

"I was, but since you say that then, I'll wait until later." He teased.

As the two of you went on, you traveled down the pet aisle and decided on a new toy for Tessa. Her ropes and squeaky balls always ended up under dressers or in corners, but you two still loved to spoil her.

"Let's get her these treats. They have more protein..." You grabbed the bag, "You two can bulk up together." You jeered, and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Each aisle gave you two some kind of inspiration to make more meals, realizing how busy you two get and end up ordering takeout. When you were traveling with him, both of you took spontaneous cooking classes and thought they would be useful, so it brought up those memories as you grabbed more items you already needed.

"Remember in Venice, we made that pasta and it had the rich cheese with olive oil. We should make that again." You blushed at the fond time.

"Or we can attempt to make french pastries again. Our cakes were so sad... they didn't even rise past the pan." Tom sighed, grabbing a box of ready-made cupcakes to read the back.

"To be fair, he told us we had weak wrists to crack eggs." You giggled.

You finished your shopping down the fresh produce aisle, but you can't help but giggle to yourself.

"Do you think we'll do this with our kids?" You asked, and his head shot up.

"If you think I'm a handful, I can't wait to have our little army so, we can guilt trip you into getting all the sugary snacks and cereal." Tom trailed, half-smiling as you turned to him. You tilted your head at him, giving him a quick peck.

"Please don't. I'm not strong enough and don't trust you guys to remember everything either. I'm not sure if improvising is hereditary."

"They'll be my kids, it'll be running through their veins, but also have those pretty eyelashes to bat from you." Tom teased, kissing your cheek before walking to get more fruit.

[armin-supremacy]

Hi! I’m back again :)! I’m sorry for coming back so soon but your like my favorite creator 😅 anyways! I would like to make fan fiction request! I don’t know if you do fan fictions but I wanted to give it a shot! So I was listening to the song golden hour by JVKE and it kind of reminded me of Mammon- so I was wondering if you could do a fan fic based off of/ inspired by the song? Just some immense fluff :)

P.S. I loved the headcanons you made for my request!

this song is amazing! thank you for requesting and thank you so much for your patience. i hope you enjoy~

golden hour

pairings: mammon x gn!reader

genre: the fluffiest of fluff

You were stunning.

And Mammon couldn't help but stare.

You walked just a tad bit ahead of the demon, basking in the ocean breeze. Giggles left your lips as you stumbled occasionally from the pull of the ocean pulling you in. It was when you turned to speak to him that his breath really hitched. The sun's glow hit your silhouette just right, creating a golden hue on your body. Your smile, so pure and genuine, graced him.

It felt like he was back in heaven. His own little haven of you and just you alone.

How did he get so lucky? He couldn't help the wonder as he watched you hurry over to him, grabbing his hands gently in concern.

"Mamms? Are you alright?" you questioned. "You look a bit spaced..."

He couldn't resist. It was a moment he couldn't let pass away.

One Mammon wanted to burn into his memories.

Instead of a spoken answer, Mammon pulled you into him. You were more than willing to let him capture your lips.

The kiss you shared was sweet. It was warm and gentle. Not a typical kiss you received from your beloved, but a cherished one when it was given.

A hum slipped out as Mammon's arm wrapped around your waist, the other coming to rest on your cheek. But alas, you needed to come up for air. Your eyes searched Mammon's once you parted, your cheeks burning in a flush.

Mammon flashed you that familiar grin, a cheeky glint in his eyes.

"No...you were just being all cute.." you said, slowly backing away.

"Huh? Where ya going, MC?"

Every step back, Mammon took forward. Quickly, you turned and took off. Mammon's laugh mingled with yours, echoing along the shore. It didn't take long for him to catch up to you, picking you up effortlessly from behind.

You immediately caught onto his antics.

"Mammon no!" You protested. "I don't have a change of clothes-"

Too late. With one final laugh to escape, the two of you plummeted into the water. When you surfaced, you were prepared to scold the demon. But you stopped yourself.

Mammon looked so....happy. Like he could let loose like he wanted.

Like he was safe and secure.

Though he was your boyfriend, you were still pulled and dragged off by his brothers. So this trip was a special one for the both of you. Something your relationship needed.

"Mamms?"

The demon calmed down his laughs, giving you a quick 'ya?' in response.

His eyes followed you as you neared him, carefully wrapping your arms around his neck. "I love you. Truly."

You said this to him every night. He's heard those words too many times to count.

But they never failed to make his eyes slightly mist.

How did he ever get so lucky?

He was scum. A theif. A low life in the eyes of everyone in the Devildom.

But to you?

Mammon was more. And you made sure he knew that. "Love ya too, human."

His tone was soft, almost a whisper, just barely. A rare persona that was for you and you only.

And you cherished it.

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That night, Mammon laid awake. He was careful not to wake your sleeping figure next to him.

He sent texts back and forth in the group chat with his brothers, updating them on what the two of you have done thus far.

"Our Mammon. Who would've thought he'd fall this hard for a little human-"

Asmodeus. Always a teaser.

Mammon quickly said his goodbyes and set his phone to the side.

He turned to his side, facing you. Gently, his finger lifted up to your face. In a daze, he began to lightly trace your features.

He froze as you stirred for a moment. A small breath left him as you settled. Then he got to thinking.

Fall for you?

Yes, he loved you. But he'd never FALLEN before.

Was there a difference?

He thought you were the most beautiful human he's ever met, both inside and outside. Surely everyone else did as well.

He knew his brothers did. Weather platonic or romantic.

You were kind, genuine. Despite your hardships in the Devildom, you pushed through.

You paid attention to him and his brothers. You knew what they liked, what they didn't. You knew how to provide help in almost every situation thus far.

You helped them rekindle with Belphegor.

And more importantly, you saw each of them past their sins. Something nobody had really tried to do.

Each factor hit Mammon like a brick.

You stirred once more, only this time you opteded to curl into Mammon in your slumber. You sighed in content, breathing slowing to a steady rhythm.

Yes. There was a difference.

He was smitten. He had definitely fallen for you.

Mammon had fallen so deeply for you. And even more so.....

He didn't mind.

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ahhhhhhhh ajfjjsjfjand how'd I do? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Empty Mugs and Unexpected Hugs (H.O) 🔥

Word count: 3.3K

Enemies to lovers

(HarrisonOsterfeildxReader)

Warnings: Smut (fingering, unprotected sex *Wrap it up*) cussing, that’s probably it..

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With Tom came Harrison, you knew that. What you didn't know was when you had agreed to a roommate situation with Tom, you were also agreeing to one with Haz. “Tom, you said ‘would you like to live with me.’ not ‘me and Haz’” you told him as you stared at the blonde boy who was carrying box after box. He opted to do this shirtless, despite the cold London breeze. A sheen layer of sweat glistened on his overly defined chest, and you hated the way you longed to reach out and touch him.

“I figured you just knew?” Tom said coyly rubbing the back of his neck as he saw the way you stared down his best friend. He wasn't blind, he knew the hatred you supposedly had towards Haz was something with much deeper roots, but anytime he tried to figure it out, you would deflect and change the subject.

“I'm not doing either of your dishes,” you said loudly enough to catch Harrison's attention.

“Wouldn't expect you to, princess,” he winked at you. With a loud groan, and a dramatic flip of your hair, you proceed to your empty room to unpack your things.

Living with Tom and Harrison was way more entertaining than you had ever thought possible. Most nights were spent at the dining room table with one to many empty beer bottles laid out in front of you, while you laughed and joked about things that were probably not funny. Of course there were also the quiet days when Tom was away filming with Haz in tow, and on those days you would usually have the company of one or both of the twins.

“You should just admit you love him,” Sam said suddenly while you were taking a sip of your beer, causing you to spit your drink all over the table.

“Sammy!” You cried out the sting of beer in your nostrils. “I do not,”

“Y/N, It's written all over your face,” Harry argued. They were supposed to be on your side, you had been friends with the twins for years, the only reason you even knew Tom, was because of Sam and Harry..

“I do not love Harrison,” You told them, but even you were unconvinced by your own words.

It was late when you heard the front door to the flat open. The twins had left a few hours prior, Tom was in the states, and Harrison was with him, so who was coming into the apartment?

You were in just a shirt, an old one of Harrison's you had taken a while back, and a pair of cheeky underwear. Tip toeing to your bedroom door and grabbing a golf club from your bag, you proceeded to sneak down the hallway to the large living area where the front door was. Your heart was pounding with the thought of having to defend the place against an intruder, in just your underwear nonetheless. You saw a shadow, next to the couch, and raised the club ready to attack. As soon as you went for it, the lamp flicked on and Harrison saw you charging towards him with a golf club. Luckily he had fast reflexes, catching the club in one hand and your quickly moving body in the other. “Christ Y/N. What are you doing?” he asked, holding your body close to his. You felt your muscles relax into him, thankful he was in fact not an intruder, and you wouldn't have to explain why there was an intruder beaten and bloody by your hand to the authorities.

“I thought you were a robber,” You admitted coyly, stepping back a bit to look at him. His piercing blue eyes looked deep into yours, a small smile on his lips as his eyes trailed down your overly exposed body.

“So you would charge at an intruder with a bright pink putter, in just your underwear?” he asked you. “Also is that my shirt?” you could feel your cheeks heat up. You pushed away from his body with a scoff and turned to go back to your room, already done with him, but his hand caught your wrist, pulling your body back into his arms. His grip was tight as he held your body close to his. Something was off. Something was wrong. This was abnormal, Haz without Tom, and showing you any sort of affection.

“Hazzy, why are you home?” You asked, finally wrapping your arms around his waist, accepting the unexpected hug that you usually would not share with Him.

“Family stuff, I've been back for a few days. Just been with my mom,” He said, still holding you. You instinctively hug him tighter, getting the feeling that something bad had happened.

“You okay?” You asked him quietly. To which he just hummed into your head, still holding you.

“Better now,” He whispers. You're so confused, and exposed. You hear the twins' voices in the back of your head. ‘Just admit it, you love him.’ Was that what you had been feeling for months on end? Is that the feeling you were feeling now, making your stomach turn? “I missed you,” He whispers and you swear you could feel him press a kiss against the top of your head. It's too much, so suddenly.

“I need to..” you push your body away, scrambling to find any words to get you away, your mind is clouded by thoughts and feelings. “Pants,” You finally let out, leaving Harrison in the living room, stunned at how flustered you had become in the matter of a millisecond.

As soon as you're back in your room, you let out a groan, you're so confused. He missed you? You? y/n? Why would he miss you? All the two of you did was bicker, bicker and flirt. Flirt. Because you did in fact have feelings for Harrison. Feelings that were not not supposed to be had towards him..

“Y/N? Can I come in?” you haven't even put on pants yet when his voice calls to you through the closed door.

“Sure,” You call out to him, desperately searching your floor for the discarded sweats you had had on a few hours before. Nowhere, great. He cleared his throat from behind you, while you were bent over, ass on full display. Fully aware now, of how exposed you are you decide to just crawl under your blanket on your bed.

“Did I do something?” He asked, concern plastered all over his face.

“What? No, why would you think-”

“You just ran from me, like literally ran, after trying to attack me with a golf club,” He points out, making you cringe.

“I- Uh, yeah. I'm sorry about nearly attacking you,” You mumble, a little more embarrassed than you'd like to admit.

“So why'd you run away?” he pondered, watching you closely as you struggled to find your words. Unbeknownst to you Harrison was also having an internal crisis. You were Y/N. Someone Tom considered a little sister, Harry and Sam's best friend, but he couldn't help the way that you made him smile every time you couldn't open a jar, and would defeatedly ask him for help after way too long of attempting it yourself. Or the way you would curse at the line of dirt that you could never seem to sweep into the dustpan. The way you would always make a cup of tea before finishing the last, leaving so many mugs with a single drink all over the place, something that would drive any other person crazy, but he just found it endearing, and was sure if it ever stopped, he would miss it.

“You said you missed me,” You finally managed to say, making a smile spread over Harrison's lips. He took a chance, stepping into your room, towards where you were sitting on the bed, and when you didn't object, he crossed the empty space sitting right next to you.

“I did miss you,” He said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it gently.

“We fight, and argue,” You started, obviously ready to explain all the reasons he shouldn't have missed you.

“And we flirt, and share memories, and glances. You drive me nuts y/n. But the second I step out that door, I miss it all. The obnoxious quirks, the way you can't pronounce some things correctly, no matter how often I correct you. I miss hearing you call out goodnight to me in the nighttime, and how you always wish me to have sweet dreams. I don't know when, or why it happened, but yeah. When I'm gone I miss you,” you feel a tear escape your eye at his confession, not sure exactly what to say or think for that matter. His finger caresses your cheek wiping the tear from your face.

“Haz?” You whisper.

“Yes?” He asks, full attention turned to you.

“I miss you when you're gone too,” You finally admit, a weight lifting from your chest. He's thankful to know his feelings aren't completely one sided. Your admission of missing him is at least enough to confirm that you don't actually hate him. “Can I be honest?” You ask, catching even yourself off guard.

“Please,” He says, waiting for you to say whatever you had to say.

“I- '' You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for rejection and embarrassment, but if you wait much longer, you'll never say what you have to. “I get so irritated with you, because everything you do just draws me in. I can't not stare, or listen. It drives me nuts, to be so flustered by everything that you do, and it's the simple things Haz, the way you insist on sitting on the left side of the couch, or how you always make sure I've eaten after a long day. The way you constantly clean up my mugs that I leave everywhere, and you have never once said a thing about them, even if you have had every right to,” you don't even want to look at him, afraid he will be appalled, but you have to say it. “I’m pretty sure I've managed to fall in love with you, while trying desperately to hate you,” you whisper.

That's enough of a confirmation for Harrison, that you're on the same page. With his hand gently on your face, pulling your chin up towards him, he leans in, pressing his lips ever so gently against yours. And the electricity that you both feel from the slightest touch? Fucking magic.

“I tried so hard not to love you,” He whispers. You look up at him through your lashes, his eyes gazing directly into yours, and it's like you're looking at the sky on a clear summer day. “And dear God did I fail,” he whispers, making you melt. He leans back down, this time kissing you with something so much more. It's meaningful, it's beautiful, it's everything you have wanted without realizing it. Your hands are against his chest, feeling each thud of his heart, while his are cupping your face. He kisses you like his life depends on it, and in that moment it surely feels like it does. He deepens the kiss, his tongue making its appearance in your mouth. It's everything and more. You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to extend this moment forever, and his slip down to your waist, pulling you closer. He pulls away, and a soft whine escapes your lips.

“Tell me to stop,” He whispers, as he caresses your cheek. Eyes searching your face, making sure he's not crossing a line. You lean into his hand, closing your eyes and letting a soft humm leave your lips. With no objection from you, he reconnects your lips for a third time tonight. This time it's hot, so so hot. You can feel the ache forming in your stomach as his lips move from yours to your neck. You need him, you have to have him, just a little taste and you realize you have been starving. With a swift motion you're straddling him now, leaning down into him instead of leaning up, giving him so much more access to your neck and jaw, and then he remembers an unanswered question from before.

“This is my shirt,” He says, this time it's not a question, just a statement.

“Yeah,” You giggle. His eyebrows raise a bit as he remembers all the shirts that have seemingly disappeared over the last few months.

“Do you have others?” He asks. You feel like you have been caught red handed, nowhere to go or hide.

“I- Yes,” You admit. “I like to sleep in them,”

“In just your underwear?” He asks, to which you shyly nod. He throws his head back and lets out a dramatic sigh. He's done for, “That is so fucking hot,” he mutters before leaning back in taking your bottom lip between his and sucking it slightly. He feels his pants tighten as your hips grind into him instinctively, and you're so wet and warm he can practically feel it through his jeans.

“Hazzy,” you moan as he pushes you down onto him, providing a friction you desperately need, even though it's not what you want.

“What is it?” He asks you, as he does it a second time. Your head falls down onto his shoulder, and you don't know if you can even express what it is you want.

“Can you..” You trail off.

“Can i?” he asks, needing to hear you say it out loud.

“Touch me?” The words are like music to his ears, flipping you onto your back as he slips his hand between your bodies, running his fingers along the damp fabric of your ruined panties. The fact that you're this wet from just kissing is driving him crazy. He slips his hand into your panties, finally sliding his long digits along your slit. One thing about Harrison that drove you absolutely crazy was his hands, because dear god were they perfect, his long fingers and veiny tops, you'd be lying if you said you had never gotten off imagining his fingers in the place of yours, and now, actually having the real thing, you felt like you were flying.

As he slid his finger inside you, you let out a gasp, his being so much bigger than your own, and it being way too long since you had been with anyone.

“Say the word and I'll stop,” He says, as he looks at your face twisted in pleasure, but he can't tell that it's not pain, he's never seen you like this before. This is a whole new territory.

“Please.. Please don't,” You nearly beg as your hips buck against his hand. The smirk that replaces the concern on his face is unbelievably hot, his pupils are blown with lust and you're sure yours are as well. He thrusts his one finger in and out grazing against your spot each and every time, his palm rubbing your clit as he does so. You're going to lose it, this is so much better than you could have ever imagined. He pulls his finger out, causing a whine from you, which quickly turns to a gasp as he replaces it with two. If you're falling apart to his fingers you're not sure how you'll be able to handle his cock.

“Hazzy,” You moan out, right on the brink of losing it.

“Come on my fingers princess,” He coos, and that is precisely what you do, your whole body shakes in pleasure, and your toes curl, and he keeps going, as your walls squeeze tightly around his fingers.

Once your legs finally stop shaking he pulls his hand away, and although that was probably the most powerful orgasm you had ever had, it is not nearly enough. “Haz.” You say quietly as he peppers kisses on your neck.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Need more, need you,” you say, and his head peaks up, a smile on his face, a bit in excitement, a bit in surprise.

“You sure?” he asks, to which you respond by kissing him, you nibble at his bottom lip, and he lets out a moan. You reach down unbuttoning his jeans and sliding his zipper down, and he assists you in pulling them down. You can clearly see his length through his boxers, his cock, rock hard and leaking on to his boxers, it's flattering. You let your fingers trail his length and you can feel his eyes on your hand, and you're not sure if he's worried, nervous, or excited. You slide his boxers down and his cock springs free, and you can see the violent red hue of the tip, he's begging to be touched and he hasn't even said a thing. You wrap your hand around him and he lets out a gasp at the sudden contact, you stroke your hand up and down a few times before, he pushes you back onto the bed and climbs over you. He slides his fingers in the hem of your panties and slowly drags them down your legs, before dropping them to the floor, and then takes his time lifting his shirt over his head, exposing his chest, you follow suit, and throw the shirt you had on to the ground. You're both completely naked now, no turning back, you've made it this far already.

"Y/n, baby we don't have to," he whispers against your ear.

"Hazzy, stop worrying and fuck me please," you nearly beg as you pull his lips to yours in a desperately hungry kiss.

"Christ," he mutters as he lines himself at your entrance, pushing into you at a slow, agonizing speed. Of course he's only doing this to make sure you're ok, his fingers seemed like so much to your tight pussy he's worried he's going to hurt you. But the way you moan out his name gives him full confidence that you in fact are fine. Once he's fully sure you're fine to take him, he speeds up his thrusts, finding a place that is perfect for the both of you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pounds into you. You're not sure you're going to last long.

"Not gonna last," you moan into his lips.

"S'okay, me either," he says back. He slips his hand down, rubbing your clit strategically. You let out another loud moan before his name leaves your lips, repeatedly as you convulse around his cock, and it's only one more thrust before he completely empties himself into you.

It's a few quiet moments of your bodies laying flush against each other, enjoying the afterglow of sex. "I'm gonna clean you up," he whispers in your ear before pushing himself up and off of you. He disappears from the room for what feels like an eternity, but is back within a minute with a warm rag and a glass of water, and he then cleans you up, being gentle with how sensitive you now are.

Your eyes get heavy after everything is said and done, and you're worried he's going to disappear from your room, but he lays next to you instead. Pulling you into his arms.

"Hazzy?" You whisper after a few minutes.

"Hmm?"

"Is everything ok with your family?" You ask, getting worried this may have been a lapse in judgement on his part because of heightened emotions.

"Yes. Char decided to give us a scare and disappear for a weekend, so I came back to try and keep my mom from murdering her," he admitted with a chuckle.

"Oh," you giggled.

"Y/n?" He whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I meant it. I missed you," he says, pressing a kiss atop of your head. You smile before falling asleep in his arms. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe it would be forever. All you knew was it felt right.

[yeongwvnhi]

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Pairing - Baekhyun x fem reader -> exes to lovers | Genre - Angst, fluff | warnings - none | taglist - @twancingyunhoe @trashlord-007 @tiddy-boys | synopsis - when Baekhyun and you broke things off a year ago, it felt alright, but you came to the painful realization that nobody could ever replace him or love you like he did | word count - 2.1k | thanks to @tiddy-boys for beta-reading ♡

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It's days like these, rain hitting the window in harsh taps and angry wind blowing, when the nostalgia hits the hardest. After all, you were always one to dwell on the past. It's just what you do. 

Every day felt the same after the two of you broke things off. You don't even remember why exactly you even ended it in the first place. The pain still sits deep, coming to haunt you when you least expect it. 

Rainy days like those just trigger the nostalgia, the memories and bygone feelings. 

It's 12pm when you check your phone, yet you're still laying in bed. The lack of motivation due to this sudden wave of sadness is something you're not experiencing for the first time. 

And it's killing you slowly. These feelings are eating you up from the inside out. 

Without even realizing, tears are running down your cheeks in even, salty streams. 

"Why am I even crying…" You mumble and lift your arm to cover your face, trying to make it stop. "God, I'm so pathetic" 

You try to manage to stop your tears, wrist harshly rubbing your eyes. After a minute or so, you succeed in stopping them. 

instead pick up your phone, unlocking it and opening Instagram. 

One peek won't hurt, right…? 

His name at the top of your searches seems to be mocking you as you hover your finger above it. Should you really do it? What if he found someone new and his profile is filled with couple pictures? Or what if he feels nothing and is glad to be alone? What if, what if, what if…

"Fuck it" you hiss and tap on his username, his profile popping up after a brief second of loading the page. 

He… hasn't posted anything for a few months, his last post being from October last year. 

Oh for fucks sake… is this a good sign or not? It could mean he's been seeing someone new, but it could also mean he's just been living his life like usual. 

So many possibilities, yet no resolution seems to be in sight. 

"This is so annoying, oh my gooood" You groan and smack your head into your pillow, laying sprawled out like a star with an annoyed pout on your face. 

"It's been a god damn year," You grumble, "why do I still feel like this?" 

The sound of your fist hitting the mattress of your bed is dull, not the way you wanted it to sound. "I hate this, UGHH" The frustration in your voice is for sure loud and clear, accentuated well by the 'ugh'. 

This whole situation is stressing you out. "I need a shower.." You mumble, absent-minded, as you fling the covers back and swing your legs over the edge of your bed. 

—

Despite the gloomy weather, you decided to take a walk outside. The rain still hasn't let up, droplets of it occasionally hitting your face. 

"Why is it so cold today? It's already spring…" You mumble quietly to yourself, eyes strictly trained on the path in front of your feet and head held low. 

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't see the person headed your way. 

And apparently, the person doesn't seem to notice you as well. So your shoulders collide and you stumble, umbrella falling out of your hand and fast quick steps to regain your balance. 

"I'm so sorry! Are you al-" The man rushes to apologize, but his words get stuck in his throat as he takes in who he just, quite literally, stumbled into. 

Rain has hit you mercilessly, soaking you from head to toe within seconds as you stand there, paralyzed. "Baek…Baekhyun?" 

His eyes are wide and mouth slightly open in shock as he doesn't know what to say or do. 

He hasn't seen or talked to you in at least nine or ten months for sure. What is he even supposed to say? "Yeah… it's- it's surely been a while" he dumbly answers. "Ah! Your umbrella!" Baekhyun rushes to pick it up and hold it over your figure. 

But the damage is already done. 

You're shivering, dripping with water but still you've a tiny smile on your lips at the sight of him. 

You delicately take hold of the handle, fingers gently enclosing around the man's hand. 

He doesn't move to let go, just standing there and staring into your eyes. "I-" 

You cut him off by mistake with a sneeze, the cold creeping in deep. It feels like your bones might freeze, grasp around both Baekhyun's hand and the handle of your umbrella tightening, muscles contracting to desperately stay warm. "S-Sorry for interrupting you" You say, teeth clattering and eyes averting. 

"No no don't worry about it!" He insists, "but we should get you home, your hand is cold as ice, Y/N" 

"Ah… you're right" You nod and he flashes you a warm smile. 

"Do you still live in the same apartment or did you move?" Baekhyun asks, back to being concerned about your wellbeing now. 

"I- I still live in the same place" You reply, your free hand holding onto your jacket for warmth, but in vain. 

"That's too far away, my place is way closer" He objects and gently pulls you along, "come on, let's get you freshened up before you really get sick" 

You only manage an awkward nod and let him lead you along, a surprisingly pleasant silence engulfing you two. 

—

Baekhyun unlocks the door to his apartment and firstly puts both of your umbrellas away, taking off his wet shoes in the process and you follow along. 

"Come on, I'll show you the bathroom" He says and you tag after him. 

He opens the door, turns on the light and quickly pulls out two towels for you. "You can just use my shampoo, I don't have anything suitable here for you, sor-" 

"Thank you" you break his rambling. "You wouldn't need to do this, so thank you" 

Baekhyun smiles softly, although his eyes tell a different story. "I'll bring you some clothes in a bit, okay?" 

"Mhm" you nod and give him a curt bow before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. 

You waste no time in stepping out of your soaked clothes and into the shower. 

You set the water to a nice warm temperature and rinse off the cold first, feeling relieved. 

Then there's a knock. "Hey Y/N, I'm putting some clothes on top of the washing machine for you now" he announces before opening the door, doing as he said and then leaving just as quickly as he came. 

"Still the considerate guy he always was…" You mumble with a sad smile, old memories coming back to haunt your mind with sweet images of the two of you. Him always knocking before he'd enter a room you would be in to announce himself. 

You loved that about him, he was always mindful of others and you're happy to see it hasn't changed at all. 

—

You finished quickly and put on the clothes he gave you. Some boxers and a way too big on you, black shirt. You dried your hair as best as you could with the towel he gave you and made sure you don't look like a lion by patting down your hair a bit. 

"Baekhyun?" You timidly call out after opening the door a bit. 

"Yeah?" He replies and you hear his footsteps approach. "What is it?" 

"Uhm- Where to put my wet clothes?" You ask. 

"Oh- Hold on, I'll put them in the washing machine" He says with big eyes and opens the machine for you to put them in. "I'll dry them after they're washed so you can change back, alright?" 

You nod quickly and thank him quietly. He opens the machine and you put your clothes inside, him doing the rest. 

"So, uh-" 

"Do you want some water?" He quickly asks, ears flaring red as he avoids your eyes. 

"Sure" you squeak back and follow him into the kitchen. He gets a glass out of a cupboard and fills it with water before handing it to you. 

You nip at the liquid as Baekhyun leans against the countertop adjacent to you, eyes taking in your figure. 

He missed seeing you in his clothes, you always looked so good in them. He just missed you in general. 

The reason why the two of you broke up a year ago? 

Baekhyun remembers it all too well. 

It was a work related thing actually. The two of you worked in different shifts and barely saw each other, yet alone had time for any couple stuff. 

Free days? Spent alone or arguing about never seeing each other. 

And at one point you had said to just break up. In that moment Baekhyun felt like he was hit by lightning, body stiff and eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he heard. Baekhyun felt anxiety cursing through his veins as his brain processed your words.

You had told him that you wouldn't hate him, but that your situation at that time just didn't allow any dating. The two of you never had hard feelings about the outcome, but it was hard to suddenly go back to being alone. 

And now you're here, in his apartment, wearing his clothes and smelling just like him. He can't believe this is happening. 

"Uhm, so" You speak up after setting the glass down on the other counter behind you. Your hands come up to grab the surface besides your waist and you avoid the man's eyes. 

"Yes?" Baekhyun can't help the hopeful hint in his voice as he urges you to continue your thoughts. 

"How has life been for you?" 

A chuckle escaped his lips at your question, shoulders jumping up and down in the process before he answered. "It's been rather boring but nice, if you get what I mean? I found a different job and work from home now" 

You nod quietly, "I've also found a new job and my shifts are less hectic" 

"Have you… found someone new?" 

You halt at his inquiry, gears in your mind temporarily stopping and he seems to take the lacking answer the wrong way. A frown pulls at his normally friendly and soft expression, making him look grumpy and bothered. "I see" 

"No, no! I- I haven't found anyone!" You quickly say, "I just… I couldn't move on" 

His expression changes to a sad smile, although he's kind of glad you're still somehow his. "Me neither" 

You scoff lightly, a cheeky smirk suddenly on your face. "No wonder, nobody could put up with your annoying ass anyway" 

"Hey!" He exclaims in shock. 

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" You insist, holding your stomach and laughing. "You're bearable most of the time" 

"That doesn't make it any better!" Baekhyun whines and you laugh out loud, hand flying up to cover your mouth. 

"Still the cocky little girl you've always been" He fires back and you snort. 

"Like you're one to talk" You roll your eyes at him and he exhales through his nose. 

His hands grab you by the collar of his shirt you're wearing and unexpectedly pull you into him. You squeal, hands shooting up to brace against his broad chest and you look up to be met by his cocky smile. "You never knew when to stop, no change at all there" he playfully nags. 

"Shut up" You weakly fight back. 

Baekhyun chuckles and you feel the rumble drumming against the palms of your hands. "How come you haven't moved on?" 

You lower your head, hands fumbling with his shirt. "Well… I came to the conclusion that just nobody could replace you. Nobody could love me like you did…" You mumble against his chest and Baekhyun feels a smile creeping up on his face. 

"I felt the same" He whispers back and his arms move to pull you into him more by your waist. 

After hearing that, you look back up at him with big eyes. "Really?" 

He nods and flashes you a bright smile. "Even though we fought a lot and barely had time for each other, I never stopped loving you" 

"Shut up" You almost whimper and move your hands to pull him closer by the back of his neck, lips meeting in the middle. 

Baekhyun's eyes almost fell out of their sockets before he came to his senses. 

One of his hands found its place on the back of your head as he moved his lips against yours with fervor. He greedily breathes you in, not wanting this to end as moves his mouth against yours. 

You shiver when his tongue meets yours and that's when you draw the line… for now. 

He chases after you for a second and you chuckle, dazed eyes meeting yours. "Slow down tiger" you say and peck the corner of his mouth. 

"Okay, okay" He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, "will you let me love you again?" 

"You bet" 

[hoodharlow]

Callin’ Out My Name

AN: Thank you to @nowherebound and @wastelandcth for giving me and hyping me up for this. Ily both.

Reminder this is NOT part of the quarantine AU, this is before Cal and Claudia dated :)

Requested: Kinda by Gemma and Candy 💕💕💕

Warnings: smut 😏😏😏 brief awkward Cal and Claudia over cuties that are dumb and don't become official

Word Count: 3.5k words

Their Target outing wasn’t planned. Calum had seen on Claudia’s snapchat that she was still in town and that she didn’t go to Rosarito with her friends for spring break. So he worked up the courage to ask her what fabric softener she used. A phone call later, consisting mostly of her laughing at how he pronounced ‘Suavitel’, they jokingly agreed to meet in an hour at the Target that’s half way between his house and her place in Long Beach. 

Calum smiled to himself seeing her emerge out of her car in his grey Santa Cruz hoodie. He had let her borrow it when they went to Roscoe’s and she got cold. She joked about how it was now hers and that he's never going to get it back. He didn't mind that. For all he cared she could take all his clothes. He also didn't mind that she sent him a few pictures in just his clothes. 

Claudia grabbed a shopping cart and followed Calum around. They stopped by the grocery aisle first and filled up on some snacks the guys needed for tomorrow. They were going to reshoot the music video for their song ‘Who Do You Love.’since the editor lost the original video. 

The song received mixed reviews. Some people praised The Chainsmokers for working with 5SOS because they’re pretty much an unproblematic group. But people wondered why 5SOS would work with The Chainsmokers since they don’t have the best track record. Even Claudia was surprised the guys worked with them, but she did like the song, especially Calum’s solo. 

After getting Michael’s vegan cheese crackers, they went to the cleaning aisle. Calum grabbed some puppy trash bags for Duke. They went a little further down and reached the detergent and fabric softener. Claudia posed like Will Smith showing off Jada in front of the Suavitel.

“Tada!” She said happily. 

“You’re such a dork.” Calum teased. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of her. 

Claudia smiled at him and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She got down to the bottom shelf and dove inside the shelf. The vanilla scented fabric softener was all the way inside the shelf. She used to use the blue one, but recently in the past year it got super waterdown so she just switched to the vanilla one. Her mom uses the yellow one, but she never got the vibe for it. 

Calum was answering a message and when he looked down to Claudia, all he saw was her ass. Her leggings were thin around her ass, making her cheeky panties visible through them. He cleared his throat and tried looking away, but he couldn’t. Him and his left hand were going to have fun when he goes to bed tonight.

She set the gallon-sized bottle in the cart. “Where to next?” She asked him.

“Office supplies?” 

“Oh my god, yes. I need pens.” She nodded enthusiastically. 

She stood on the railing of the bottom basket as Calum pulled the cart. She squealed when he would do a sharp turn, almost knocking her out of the cart.

Calum went to where the journals were while Claudia was getting her pens. When she went back to find him, she saw the good paper she used in stock. She grabbed three packs and followed Calum to the line. 

While she waited in line, she realized that she only had a ten dollar bill. She had left her card and other cash in her purse at him. 

“I’ll be right back. I’m gonna put these back.” Claudia told Calum.

“Why?” He asked, confused. He saw how her face lit up when she was holding her school supplies.

“I only have ten bucks. The pens themselves cost fifteen.” She explained.

“I can buy them for you.”

“Oh my god, no. I can get them later.” 

“It’s fine,” he said, taking her pants and paper. He placed them on the conveyor belt with his groceries. 

“Okay let me just venmo you then.” She said, pulling out her phone from her hoodie. 

“Claudia, they’re just pens and paper.” 

“No, they're the uni-ball 207 Retractable Gel Pen 8-pack and 5-Star college ruled binder paper, Cal.” She explained to him as if that was going to make a difference to him.

“Don’t worry about it.” He said, taking her phone and putting it back in her pocket.

He paid and they were on their way back to their cars. He noticed how she smiled to herself. He placed the things in the back of his car and went back to his side. They both stood awkwardly not wanting their outing to end. 

Claudia stood on her tippy toes and kissed Calum. It took him a second to realize what she was doing, but when he did. He deepened the kiss. He pushed her back against her car and held on to her waist. She moaned into his mouth wanting more of him. 

A siren blared behind them, making them jump. 

“Take it home kids.” the security guard said before rolling away in their gold cart. 

Calum and Claudia giggled. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Calum asked. 

“Yeah, I may or may not have made a chocoflan.” Claudia said, wrapping her arms around him. 

“You’re the best, you know that right?”

“I’ve been told.” 

She got on her tippy toes once more to kiss him, but this time it was a quick peck. After agreeing that he was going to pick her up at seven, she got in her car and drove home.

It felt weird that she was the only one home. Her housemates had gone back home to see their families. Claudia was going to go to Rosarito with her brother and their friend group, but at the last minute she cancelled. Paco was going to go, and she wanted to avoid drama. She knew that after a few cantaritos she was going to say something that she wouldn’t say if she were sober. 

She knew she wasn’t going to miss much. Since they were high school seniors they would go down to Rosarito to party and hang out. One of her friend’s parents owned a beach house so they didn’t worry about going to bars or clubs. They would all just drink there or hang out at the beach. 

She was kinda happy to be home. It gave her a chance to hang out with Calum before he left for New York. 

She still couldn’t believe he bought her pens and paper. And the good brands at that. She didn’t even use them when she was on campus because she knew if she let someone borrow her pens, she’s not going to get them back. So she always carries the BIC ones in her backpack. 

When she got to her room she took off his hoodie and her bralette. She opened up the pen back and sat on her desk chair. She fixed the lighting around her desk, making sure it got her good side. She pulled out her phone and angled herself so Calum got a good shot of her breasts. She used one of the pens to hide her nipple, since the other was covered by her hair. She took a few with other pens and sent them to him, thanking him for the pens and paper. 

She threw her phone and herself into her bed and squealed into her pillow. She knew she was being bold, but she didn’t care. She was just giving him a taste of what he'd be getting if they were an official couple. 

Claudia propped herself against her pillows and let her mind wonder. She played with her breasts a little, squeezing them, gently pulling her nipples. After she teased herself a bit, her hands wandered down her body until they reached her panties. She slipped them off and rubbed herself. 

She imagined Calum was the one touching her. Her mind went back to Valentine’s Day when Calum spent the night. Her fingers imitated the way Calum took her. It felt good, but her fingers couldn’t compare to his. 

She immediately moaned out for him as she got closer to climax. She pulled her fingers out and reached for her vibrator. She set it to the lowest setting and slid her fingers inside once more. She whimpered and cried his name when she came. She increased the speed and rubbed it all over her. her moans and whimpers got louder. 

Once her high faded, she turned off her vibrator and went to sleep.

***

Calum's leg bounced and the tea he drank was not calming him down. He was in the middle of getting himself off when he got Claudia's messages and accidental phone call. The only thing on his mind were her moans and whimpers. That was a lie, he ended up writing a few lines for a song that has been in his mind. So along with her moans and whimpers, the words 'I hear you callin' out my name, I love the sound, I love the taste,' were stuck in his head.

Nonetheless, he couldn't look her in the eye when he picked her up. Nor engage in the small talk. It also didn't help that she wore a sundress with a slit, giving him a good view of her new tattoo. Well he couldn't really decipher it, but he knew she got a new tattoo. The few times he was lucky enough to be in between her thighs, he never saw a tattoo in that area. 

"Is this for me?" She asked, breaking the silence. She pointed at the matcha latte he had also bought. 

"Yeah,"  he nodded. 

"Thanks." she smiled at him. 

Claudia took the drink and sipped it. She sighed and pulled out her phone. She played Tetris, annoyed with Calum. She didn't get it. Yesterday was great and now he was avoiding her. He didn't even mention her pictures. It made her feel slightly embarrassed. Did she cross the line? Did she seem desperate to him? Was she doing too much? Those were questions she needed to be answered, or she was going to go into a downward spiral where she would end up embarrassing herself. 

Calum parked next to Michael's car and got out. He opened the back and grabbed the bags from yesterday. Claudia followed him with a box of White Claws. Everyone shared a look seeing the couple that's not a couple but is a couple showing up together. More because they didn't know Calum was bringing Claudia. 

KayKay pulled Claudia into a hug and guided her to the couch. They made small talk while the guys got ready. 

Claudia watched as the makeup artist flirted with Calum. She felt slightly uncomfortable so she walked out to the bathroom. 

Calum followed her through the mirror and frowned. 

"I'm gonna need you to take off your shirt so I can get your neck and chest." the make-up artist told him. 

He knew that tone and it took everything in him not to roll his eyes. One thing he hated was when people acted unprofessional. It's like they all thought that all bands hooked up with everyone with legs. 

He huffed and took off his t-shirt. 

"Fuck, Claudia got you good." KayKay teased. 

Calum flipped her off, making her laugh. He knew she wasn't wrong. Their little makeout session last night got hot and heavy. He did even notice until he woke up. Luckily with seeing all of his hickies, the makeup artist stopped their flirting and did their job. 

Calum got out to use the bathroom. Outside the bathroom he heard Alex and Drew talking.

"If she showed up with him then maybe they are a thing." Alex reasoned.

"I asked Luke and he said they're not dating." Drew argued back. 

"But they can still be a thing."

"Whatever."

Calum heard their steps fade away. He got out of the stall and washed his hands. He went back to the dressing room and frowned when he found Drew talking to Claudia. He walked over to them and pushed himself in between them. 

"Hi," Claudia smiled at him. She pushed herself onto him and intertwined their fingers together. "Can we go to your car? I think I left my portable charger there."

"Yeah." He nodded. 

He patted Drew's shoulder as they walked past him. He whispered into Ashton's ear that they'll be back in time for him to record. It earned them a chuckle and condom from Ashton. 

Calum watched Claudia climb in the backseat, making him confused. She didn't put anything in the backseat. So he followed suit. 

"Thanks for butting in back there." Claudia said quietly. 

"You're welcome. I overheard him and Alex talk while I was taking a piss. I had to."

"You'd think he'd remember his ex's little cousin." 

"What?" 

"Yeah. He briefly dated my cousin Vanessa back in 2016. She was going to be in the Closer music video and everything. But she dumped him." 

"Shit."

"I know. It's also one of the reasons why I don't like them." She giggled. 

Claudia felt Calum's eyes on her so she not so subtly stretched her legs, showing off her tattoo and the lack of panties. 

"When did you get your tattoo?" He asked. 

"Oh, this?" She answered, feigning innocence. She opened the slit more and jutted her hips to him, so she basically straddled his leg. "A few days after Valentine's Day."

"May I?"

"Go for it."

Calum traced her tattoo with his index finger. It was a simple tattoo of the sun and moon with arrows and stars vertically aligned. But on her it was breathtaking. 

Claudia sat on his thigh and wrapped her arms around him. She pulled him into a kiss. They kissed slowly as if Calum wasn't supposed to be out on set in twenty minutes. She pushed him back into the door and motioned him to take off his shirt. 

Calum hesitated. This not where he wanted them to have sex for the first time. It was going to be her first time and he didn't want her to think back to this time and cringe. 

"We're not having sex." He said, gently pushing her away. 

"Okay." Claudia scoffed.

She laughed nervously. She adjusted the strap of her dress. She climbed off his lap, frustrated. She felt rejected. She wasn't planning on having sex with him and the fact that he thought of it and pushed her away, made her feel embarrassed. 

"I'm going back to the dressing room." she said. She got out of the car and slammed the door shut. 

"Wait, Claudia." Calum called after her, but the director called him and the rest. 

He just hoped that he didn't fuck up his chance with her. 

***

"We're going." Ashton yelled to Calum. 

After filming the music video, the guys, KayKay and Claudia all went back to Calum's house for a barbecue. Calum knew he fucked up when Claudia asked Ashton to ride with him while she went with KayKay. The whole time they avoided each other until now where it was just the two of them and Duke. 

When Calum came back he found Claudia in the kitchen washing dishes. 

"I can wash them." He said getting her attention. 

"It's fine, I just have a few left." She said, not turning back to him. 

Calum grabbed a towel and dried the dishes. Five minutes later they finished. 

"I'm going to order an Uber." She said softly. 

"I can give you a ride home."

"Why did you say that we weren't going to have sex?" She asked him, ignoring his offer. "I felt so humiliated."

"I didn't want your first time in the back seat of my car." 

"Well it's not your place to decide. It's mine. For the record I was just gonna give you a blowjob." Claudia stomped away to the living room to get her portable charger. 

Calum followed her, frowning. "I kinda have a say where I have sex too. You're not fucking yourself. Well last night you were, but in the car—"

"How did you know what I was doing last night?"

"You buttdailed me."

"Oh god," 

Claudia squatted down, embarrassed, and covered her face. She cried. She couldn't do anything right with Calum. For once she wants her almost sex encounters with him not end with her crying. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her. She buried her face into his chest as she cried. 

"If it makes you feel better, it was pretty hot. Especially after seeing those pictures." he said, not sure how to stop her from crying. 

Claudia stopped crying. She pulled away and looked at him. "Really?"

"Honest. That's why I was so nervous when I picked you up."

"That's nice to hear." She said quietly, earning a chuckle from him.

Calum laid down and pulled Claudia next to him. They laid together in silence, enjoying each other's presence. She wedged her leg between his and draped her arm over his tummy. He gently rubbed her thigh, slowly inching his hand to where she wanted him. He slid his hand back to her knee. He did it once more, but this time she pushed his hand higher up. 

"Please," Claudia begged. She opened up legs, giving him enough room to do what he wanted. 

Calum picked her up and carried her to the couch. He sat down and pulled her to his lap. He spread their legs so his hand could have better access to her. He groaned, feeling how ready she was for him. 

"Forgot you weren't wearing panties." he said. 

"I was going to wear a lace teddy, but this dress was backless." she explained. 

"I'm not complaining."

Calum kissed her shoulder, pushing down the thin straps down her shoulders. He did the same to the other and toyed with her breasts through her dress. His pants tightened, hearing her moan. He continued touching her, making her whine whenever he briefly touched her core. 

"All day, I thought about slipping my fingers in you whilst you sat on my lap." Calum whispered. His hand once more made its way up to her core. "No one would notice my fingers—"

Claudia gasped feeling his ring and middle finger inside of her. 

"Inside of you."

She clung to the blue and gold sleeve of his jacket. After they filmed the music video, they left in their clothes. Claudia didn't mind. To her he looked like a prince. 

Calum pressed his thumb to her clit and sped up his fingers. Claudia whined and placed her head on his shoulder. But he gently held her up by her neck. 

"Eyes on me, pretty girl." He said. 

“Shit—Calum!” She whimpered. 

She gripped his hand as she came. Once her high faded, Calum let go and let her lean into him. He slipped his fingers out of her and licked them clean, moaning at how delicious she tasted. 

After a few minutes, Claudia got off his lap and got down on the floor to her knees. She took advantage that Calum was spread out and situated herself in between his legs. She tied her hair into a bun and leaned forward. She tugged his shirt, so he could take a hint. 

He shedded off his jacket and shirt. "You don't have to do this, you know."

"I know."

Claudia pushed down the top part of her dress, exposing her breasts to him. She leaned forward and tugged his belt open. She popped the buttons of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. She licked her hand before slowly jerking him off. She kissed his tip and slipped him as far she could take him. 

Her eyes never left Calum’s as she took him deeper in her mouth. He cursed loudly, encouraging her to keep going. His stomach began to contract, letting Claudia know that he was close. Slowly, she pulled him out of her mouth until only his tip rested on her tongue. She widened her eyes, making her look more innocent as she stroked him. She took him back in her mouth, bobbing her head, just as he began to come. When finished, she sat back on her knees and closed her eyes. She felt Calum’s hand on her cheek. His thumb slowly ran over her bottom lip. 

"You know, you're the only one who makes me cum. Especially when you use that ungodly mouth of yours." He panted. 

His eyes widened, he had come to a realization. He pulled up his pants and quickly went to his piano. He opened his journal and jotted down 'you're the only one who makes me, every time we' on the page where he wrote a few lines yesterday. At the top of the page he wrote 'WILDFLOWER' in capital letters and underlined the word three times as a way for him to remember that's the title. 

He looked back at Claudia and found her sleeping covered in his jacket. He smiled to himself. People find their muses, but he found his wildflower.

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[jaedreaminn]

Desperate Much?

Pairings: Ten x Reader.

Theme: fluff, angst, hurt, comfort, family, sad, happy ending. (Life is still going on)

Characters: Ten, Taeyong, Mark, Donghyuck, Jeno.

Word Count: 2k

~~~

Ten wasn't like his 'brothers'. Infact he wasn't ever their brother, he was their cousin. His dad was the one who inherited the family business and had settled with him and his mother in Thailand to branch out.

He had a happy and perfect life with both of his parents, but that was untill they both died unexpectedly in a car accident when he was eleven. And suddenly everything in his life was changing. He had to move to Korea to live with his uncle and his children, his father's buisness was now his uncle's buisness until Ten was old enough to take over. Until he could legally take over. He had to learn a different language, make new friends and start his life all over again in a very dysfunctional family.

He remembered the constant yelling between Mr.Lee and Mrs.Lee, having to sit by himself during those times when Taeyong would take his younger brothers Mark and Jeno and hide in his room, he remembered how Donghyuck would cry under the scrutinizing gaze of Mrs.Lee as she fought with Mr.Lee and the boy was stuck there not able to escape, the loss of the joys of family dinners that he was used to, the loneliness he felt. That was when he met you. You were his only friend in this country and even though he could barely talk to people you tried your best to talk to him despite the language barrier.

You were cheerful and jovial and very very clingy but he didn't mind that. You ate lunch with him and helped him with his Korean. You even made sure to stick by his side with the excuse of him being new here so he wouldn't get lost months after he arrived.

You were a blessing in disguise to him especially since it was so awkward with his cousin Taeyong at home and at school.

Time flew fast and a year had passed and he could speak and write Korean way better than before and lucky for him you were still stuck to his side.

In those trying times you were his only semblance of joy. The times in which Mark wouldn't talk at all, the times in which Taeyong would go around at the ripe age of twelve and hurt people with words so sharp that they would leave the school, when all Jeno did was look upto Taeyong and when Donghyuck started to act out getting himself in trouble so bad that he could have almost lost his life but no one cared.

It hurt Ten to watch all this happen but not being able to do anything about it because no matter how well he got along with the youger two, Taeyong would always pull his brothers away from him and take them to his room and well Donghyuck, he wouldn't talk to anyone at home.

But unfortunately all he could do was get used to this awful life, glad that you would quietly listen to him rant and then lighten his mood up with something silly.

He was mid rant one day when he spoke about how much he missed 'family dinners' that you interrupted him, "Why don't you have a dinner with your cousin's?" Ten scoffed at you and shut that idea down immediately but when he came home and saw how far apart everyone was he decided there and then that's what was needed.

So he forced Mark out of his room and away from his books, he pryed Donghyuck away from his bed, he bribed Taeyong and Jeno just followed his eldest brother and thats how he found himself at the diner table for the first time ever since his parents passed away.

"I used to eat dinner like this with my parents" he spoked but Taeyong glared at him, "I don't care"

"Look you want to be a brat be a brat but at the dinner table all feuds are forgotten and all hatred is gone, food is supposed to be consumed happy"

"What did your parents say that?" Taeyong asked, rolling his eyes.

"Nope y/n did!" Ten said with a cheeky smile, "Now c'mon dig in"

And so there started their first meal together with everyone silently serving themselves, "So we usually talk about our day at the dinner table" Ten smiled his eyes crinkling into two half moons. "I know none of you will say anything so I'll start, Teacher Park yelled at me for correcting him on his Korean today. I was so pissed" Taeyong snorted at that, "Yea that old geezer is weird"

"I know I don't like him either" Donghyuck spoke and Taeyong glared at him but Ten cleared his throat loudly and Taeyong sighed muttering an inaudible apology.

"I placed a fart cushion on his chair today" Donhyuck grinned proudly and collective snorts were heard across the table and Jeno chocked on his food as Taeyong patted the younger boys back. Mark was still eating quietly. Then Donghyuck frowned, "But he didn't like that..." He then put out his hands showing everyones his palms, "So he took me out of the classroom and hit me" Tens heart sank at the red bruises on the boys hands and Taeyong was glaring again but this time it wasn't at Donghyuck, "How dare that old rat hit a seven year old child like that" the eldest growled. But Donghyuck only smiled, "It's okay I'm used to it" he said and Tens heart broke at that statement and by the looks of it so did Taeyongs.

Something shifted between the boys that night and they all knew it. Ten came to school the next day boasting to you about the success of his first family dinner and how excited he was for the next one tomorrow.

He even told you the story Donghyuck had told him not knowing what to do and that very day you got detention for throwing your thick Oxford Dictionary at Mr.Parks face.

Ten still smiles at that memory, a tiny you standing on your bench, yelling out a swear word and launching the book right at the unsuspecting teachers face, nevertheless what you did got the principal's attention. And without making a big deal of it she started an investigation on the teacher.

You chatted excitedly the next day about how exhilarating it was for you to throw a book at that man's face and Ten smiled listening to you talk with animated gestures.

That night he was greeted by the sight of Taeyong silently treating their youngest brothers wounded hands while avoiding the younger boys adoring gaze.

And so life moved forward and Ten had new friends and family here in Korea. And of course you. At this point he wasn't sure if you were his friend or family or both. But you were you.

You were known in school as- The y/n. The y/n who had all of Ten's attention leaving zero for his admirers.

To Ten you were the y/n who made him happy, the y/n who made him laugh, the y/n with a beautiful smile, the y/n who held him as he cried, the y/n who would nag him endlessly when he didn't eat properly, the y/n who would latch pinkies with him and walk everywhere, the y/n who was exceptionally smart and savy.

His life was finally looking up, with you by his side helping him through it all. And slowly he was making new happy memories, like the day he got you all flustered for the first time, or the day Taeyong had put his foot down and finally dragged Donghyuck away from the fighting couple into his room along with Ten, the day he took you to the amusement park you wanted to go to so badly that you kissed his cheek and went running off to the roller coaster, the day Jeno who only looked upto Taeyong had asked him for help, the day he snuck out of the house at night to watch the stars with you, the day Mark spoke at the diner table for the first time, the day you tripped and fell and he got it on camera, the day Taeyong called him his brother, the day of their class picnic and many more.

But there were also bad days like they day he had his first big fight with you or the day Donghyuck had come to him crying and crying without ever telling him why or the day where both the adult Lee's decided to join the family diner and ruined it.

But even those didnt last because his fight with you ended with the two of your crying in each other's arms promising to never have a fight this big again, because the day Donghyuck cried so bitterly that it shook the entire house Taeyong, Mark and Jeno rushed in and it turned into a mini sleepover as they took care of the youngest who soon forgot why he was crying and promised to make sure he only laughs in the future. And the day that Mr. And Mrs. Lee ruined the family diner was the day all five of the boys snuck out to eat marshmallows and chocolate in the park. The initial idea was to make smores but none of them knew how to make a fire and they were all out of crackers.

Those were just a few happy moments with many more to come like the day he asked you out, or the day he and his brothers went camping together, or the day Donghyuck smiled a smile so pure as his eyes shone with genuine happiness or the day Jeno started to think for himself and made friends who were a good influence on him. And the day Mark started dating someone. (Ten genuinely thought by how quite the boy was he would have to force him to talk to people let alone date someone), the day he got his father's company back and the day he proposed to you on the banks of the Han river, under the stars with his family and closest friends there to witness the moment.

"Why are you smiling so big?" your voice interrupted his thoughts and his smiled widened even more at the sight of you. "Did you fart?" You asked him and he chuckled grabbing onto your arm and and pulling you down to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Nothing I'm just happy"

"Ten Lee I swear to god if you're on drugs then I want a divorce even before I marry you" you scolded playfully and Ten chuckled, "My only drug is you baby" he cooed and you gaged "Eww gross get a room" you said and he deadpanned.

"You're weird you know that y/n?" He asked with a small chuckle.

"Clearly you knew what you were getting into" You smiled, teeth on full display with how wide your grin was.

"Obviously"

"Oh by the way, I handled your little mishap at work today and got a few things you were supposed to do tomorrow scheduled for later and the rest got done today so your free tomorrow the entire day" you said and he smiled at you looking at you so lovingly. He doesn't remember that one moment he realised he was in love with you, maybe there wasn't just one lightbulb moment where her realised he loved you. Maybe he always knew or maybe he gradually figured it out. But that didn't matter all that matters is that he loves you and you love him.

"Ahh what would I do without you?" he asked snuggling into your neck and you chuckled, "Let's never have an answer to that question okay" you said and he nodded, you were right. You were there through evey step of the way after his life turned upside down and he's sure as hell he doesn't want to find out what it would be like without you so Ten grinned placing a small peck on you neck, "I'm gonna take you on the best date of your entire life tomorrow"

"Desperate much?"

"Y/n I'm literally engaged to you!"

~~~

Lee brother's- A mini series

Previous Part: Lee Mark

Next Part: Lee Donghyuck

[marsophilia]

OF WAR AND FATE - an introduction

Chapter O.5

masterlist ->

pairing :: royalty!seonghwa x reader

word count :: 1.3k

warnings :: blood

The moon was shining brightly, no clouds in the sky visible. It was fairly quiet, even the birds were fast asleep instead of chirping away, disturbing the sleep of others. There was a single sound that broke the silence, barely audible yet still there.

Your pants echoed around the forest while your hair was wildly flapping behind you, a few unlucky strands sticking to your face. Your hands were tightly gripping onto your dress to make running easier. Although that wasn’t the problematic part - the lack of shoes was. Unfortunately, to not make a sound while climbing down a castle window, you had to be barefoot. Even horses were out of the question since it wasn’t your goal to wake half of the kingdom up.

Oh God, you weren't late, were you? No, you left early enough. Maybe you took a wrong turn? Impossible - you ran the same path as every other night, it was tattooed in your brain at this point. It was unfortunate how this was the only time possible for something like this but those were the times you were living in.

Just at the moment when your thoughts started to get overwhelming, you reached the well-known spot. Well, known to you. And it didn’t take even a second to spot the other person that was there, back facing you while fiddling with the sword in his lap.

A mischievous grin spread over your lips soon enough as you started tiptoeing on the forest ground towards the figure. Getting close enough you leaned down to let your lips ghost over his ear while whispering, “Your guard is down again.” The boy seemingly jumped out of his skin to turn and face you which only caused you to burst out laughing. You didn’t have to worry about someone hearing you here, you were deep enough in the forest. This was probably the only time where you didn’t feel suffocated, a place where you could finally breathe.

“God’s sake! Y/n! What are you trying to do? Speed up my death?!” Seonghwa's hand was firmly pressed over his chest, more specifically heart - which was beating out of his ribcage by the way. You managed to calm down your laughter sooner than later, still grinning his way. Never mind that he just got scared to death, if it meant he could hear your melodic laughter, that was enough of a reward to him.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting too reckless.” Your words were spoken in a teasing manner as you leaned down to pick up one of the two swords. Seonghwa's eyes were still glued on your figure, appreciating every moment he got to spend with you. Not like he would ever tell you that out loud.

You’d call him cheeky for that.

Finally pushing himself up to his feet, his hand also reached to grab the other sword, “Let’s go pretty boy, the night isn’t forever lasting.” You informed him, already getting into a position to attack. “Unfortunately you’re right.” He sighed out his words while bending his knees to get in position. “Care to dance?” “With you? Always.” You didn’t hesitate for a second after Seonghwa's answer, pouncing with the sound of swords clashing with each other.

And just like you asked, you both looked like you were moving in sync, dancing gracefully over the forest floor while the sound of metal clashing with each other followed and accompanied them. Unlike the situation, you both wore smiles on your faces. You were probably both holding back from giving it your all but God forbid you ended up accidentally hurting each other. At one point, you’ll probably be forced to do just that so for now… you're holding back as much as possible and simply enjoying the moments under the moon you get to spend together.

Getting carried away in his thoughts for a second too long, in the next one Seonghwa's back met the ground with a grunt, the sword flying out of his hand. Wide-eyed, he stared at you in bewilderment while you were now seated on his waist. Courtesy of taking him down in a moment of weakness.

“Can you at least, try to make the fight look believable? You’re not fooling anyone with that kind of acting.” Your comment finally snapped him from his thoughts, blinking at you confusedly at first before a smile broke away on his lips. Without a second thought, Seonghwa pushed his head upwards for his lips to meet yours in a second-long peck. That was apparently enough for your ears to turn red - this was too out of the blue for you. “That certainly won’t make it more believable Hwa…” You slightly grumbled while getting off of him.

“What can I say, sometimes I can’t control myself around you.” He cheekily replied while standing up himself. Never mind being shorter, you smacked him on the head, “Yeah, well one day it might cost you your life!” Out of the two of you, you were the one that took the whole situation far more seriously. And why wouldn’t you? It was your lives at stake! But neither one of you could say you were worried about your own life, more so the life of the person you learned to cherish and hold close to heart.

The person that became your biggest weakness and strength. 

Your encounter was all in all a fun game of faith and a complete coincidence. You were both certain it wasn’t even meant to happen but yet here you were playing against destiny. Somehow, you both got fed up with everything on the same night, running to the forest that played as the border between your two kingdoms. Your first meeting is quite memorable too - the one where you both tried to kill each other. But what else was expected from children of royal blood from two kingdoms at war? All you ever learned was how you were good and the other one is bad. It was simply programmed in your minds.

You grew past that though - obviously. And that led to your secret encounters in the forest under the moonlight. From born enemies… To best friends… To people that you loved with their whole hearts. "Like you could get rid of me that easily." Seonghwa let out a small hum, running to you to pick you up. Sneaking his hands around your waist, he twirled you around. You let out a yelp before a melodic laugh filled his ears.

"Hwa! You're taking it for granted!" You let out a whine when he finally let you down, turning to face him only to smack his shoulder in warning.

And he was.

Because it took only a second for you to push away for a sound of a flying arrow to be heard. It took only a second until the arrow reached Seonghwa. And it took only a second for his mind to register what was happening.

Your eyes widened in shock and fear before you started wildly turning around trying to find the source of an arrow. It didn't take long until your eyes fell on a hooded figure that started running away. A glint caught your eye. It was your kingdom's crest.

You were followed.

"Shit!" You cried out before turning to run towards Seonghwa. Falling to your knees, your hands hovered over his arrow impaled wound. "Wh-what do I d-do?" Your voice shaking, eyes filling with tears as panic started settling inside of you. "Don't- don't take it out-" He warned, his eyebrows furrowed in pain before trying to push himself up.

"What are you doing, you can't move?!" Panic was certainly evident in your voice by now before he groaned, "Y/n… Help me up, I know where to go." His voice was strained but you didn't hesitate to pull him gently up this time. Seonghwa was quick to motion you in a certain direction and you immediately started helping him walk while leaning his weight on you, swords laying on the ground long forgotten.

What will you do now?

[soranociel]

more special.

pairing : iwaizumi x gn! reader

genre : fluff, slice of life

word count : 1.4k+

warning : some mentions of food. kind of cheesy n corny. originally made with 3rd pov and kinda messy tbh. but i wanna celebrate his birthday. hee.

a/n : originally made with 3rd pov and kinda messy tbh. but i wanna celebrate his birthday. hee.

iwaizumi fluttered his eyes open to the gentle sun that's been trying to get inside his bedroom through the curtains. the feeling of emptiness inside his arms just tempt him to quickly wake from his slumber, wondering where his partner was.

he doesn't like it when he wakes up without the familiar scent and touch of his significant other, it was a small reminder that he wasn't alone anymore and that he is in his safest place. though most times he's usually the one to start the morning early, he always appreciates your warmth every morning before going on his morning routine.

the warmth wasn't there this morning, however. the other side of the bed was cold, meaning you've waken up for a while now. with a yawn, iwaizumi stretched on the bed before getting up and followed the smell of food that's been way too unsubtle to notice since he's awake.

he made his way to the source of the pleasant smell, a soft smile plastered on his smile as he stepped closer to the figure in sight of his eyes, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist with his chin resting on her shoulder. "good morning," his voice deeper than usual, delivering his line before placing a quick kiss on your shoulder.

"morning, baby," your smile mimicked his, leaning your head against his as your hands moved to continue cooking what's in front of you. grabbing a spoon to stir the pot, grabbing its content and offered it to the man whose eyelids were still heavy from sleep.

though with almost closed eyes, he could tell from your movement you were about to let him taste the sauce for his favourite food. it's his usual appetiser anyways, but somehow today felt a little more special than the everyday experience.

he lazily slurped on the dark substance on the spoon, nodding, "perfect," he mumbled, nuzzling into her neck more as she turned off the stove. "i have to prepare the breakfast, baby," you spoke, trying to move out of his grasp. "okay, let me help," but his words contradicted his actions, instead of loosening his hold around her, he tightened the arms on your waist and hugged you even closer. "you don't have to," complying to his clingy sleepy self, you tried to get around the kitchen with a man-koala on your shoulder.

it's not a new experience, he gets clingy sometimes and you always appreciate it, every time.

once everything was ready, that's when iwaizumi gained more of his consciousness, finally actually helping his spouse to put the meals on the dining table.

he pulled out a chair for you, which you just couldn't deny, of course. you wanted to make sure he doesn't have to lift a finger today, but you'll let this one slide.

i mean, who can resist a gentleman who never fails to always make you're all sat down and comfortable before he does?

you looked at him fondly from across the table, broad shoulders and big biceps that brings out the best hugs you've ever gotten was so clear to see under the morning light. it helped so much more that he wasn't wearing any piece of clothing on them too.

"why are you looking at me like that, baby?" he chuckled to himself before lifting his chopsticks, snuggling them in between his fingers.

"you look amazing, haji." your gaze was starstruck, smiling wider in adoration with your eyes, making his cheeks went slightly red.

he let out another light chuckle as he looked down. his habit never really changed, getting a little embarrassed by getting a compliment from you is something you'd always find adorable in him.

"thank you, you too. but let's eat, shall we?"

__________________

iwaizumi felt like fatigue took over him once he entered the house, yet magically felt those fatigue washed away once he saw you, always with open arms to welcome him. always there to make him feel alright again.

"welcome home, baby." you greeted him, quick to envelop his tired body around your arms for a short while, able to sense the familiar smell of his scent.

he's changed from his working attire to his sweater, which was similar to the one you currently wore. well, they're both his anyways, so it is no surprise.

you let go of the hug to land a kiss, smiling as you felt his tension relaxed under your touch. "let's eat dinner, yeah?" you went beside him to intertwine your fingers into his, walking close side by side as if you were going on a date with him.

his heart that was already warm, got warmer as he entered the kitchen. the dining table was decorated like a restaurant table for two, with some candles in the middle of the table. you let go of his hand to quickly pulled a chair for him with a cheeky smile on your face.

"i'll be your waiter today, so please." you pointed at the seat, making him chuckle before settling down. you ran your hand on his shoulders as he did so, placing a kiss against his temple before grabbing some foods from the kitchen counter.

"you're the only waiter who's allowed to that, doll."

"as you should, baby."

...

the whole dinner went out smoothly as iwaizumi endlessly praised you for the efforts you've made on them. a three course meal that you've made throughout the day for this special day not only satisfy his stomach, but it made his heart swell with so much love.

iwaizumi watched as you walked to place the last plates to the sink, he got up to catch up to you, lightly patting the lower part of your back.

"let me help you wash the dishes," he spoke gently before kissing your temple, getting a light laugh from you.

"later. let's have a dance first." you took him by the hand again, this time leading him to the living room, stopping by the speaker that's been connected to your phone to play the playlist you had made.

as the song played, you two faced each other to start their dance.

with his hands around your waist and yours around his neck, you both swayed left and right slowly. looking into each other's eyes as smiles never leaving your lips and his.

"it's okay that we're not dressed up, right?" you asked, and now that iwaizumi thought about it, they've done fancy things with just sweatshirts. it's not that he's complaining, but in any other occasions there is usually a dress code, right?

"i just noticed,"

"it's on purpose,"

and it was your plan all along. you knew he would come home tired. and if you were to dress up, he would feel obligated to do the same. since you didn't want to tire him more of made him do something not so necessary, you did this. all for the comfort of you two.

you explained the reason to him as you continued to move before he placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he smiled contentedly.

"thank you, baby." his voice was so gentle, with a hint of calm in it. you answered with a hum, closing you eyes opening it again once you heard a sniffle from the man in front of him.

a flow of tears fell down his cheeks, but his lips was still curved into a genuine, comforted smile.

"thank you. but you're still my best gift, you know," he said, chuckling to himself at how cheesy he can be. opening his eyes to see the love of his life again, with full admiration and tenderness each and every time. that spark in his eyes really never left. if anything, it goes brighter everyday as he realises how he's able to love someone this much.

"i love you," he declared before leaning in to kiss you. it felt soft and slow, as if it can last forever but it felt so right, even get lovelier once you reciprocated it. he could the smile on your lips, making him do the same in return.

"i love you too," you replied in between the kiss.

the kiss is still so patient, it washed off all the exhaustion the two of you had throughout your and his day. it came like a wave to extinguish all their worries about life even just for a moment. but the moment felt like eternity of bliss.

"happy birthday, my love." you broke the kiss before touching your lips together again as both of you smiled in contentment.

grateful. iwaizumi hajime is so grateful to have gotten his life to this moment. to have someone to love and appreciate him so much that everyday actually always feel special.

even so, he didn't think something so special could be more.. special. like this.

[koolkat9]

Heya! I don't know if prompts work this way, so feel free to choose whatever you want, but can you make more than one prompt into a whole story? Like - “Please, don’t leave.” , “Kiss me.” , “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” - where Francis takes drunk Arthur home, so they talk, cuddle and Arthur is more honest to Francis about his feelings than normal, so after that they fall asleep and date??? Idk if this would be too hard, anyway, tnx in advance and have a nice day!

Oooh I haven't had such a detailed request, but hey! It's very inspiring.

Prompt: “Please, don’t leave.” , “Kiss me.” , “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Paring: Fruk

Word Count: 1312

Are We...

‘1:00 am,’ the clock laid out in big red numbers. Who the hell would be calling at this hour? Heaving himself up from his warm sheets and comfortable bed, Francis trudged over to his dresser where his cellphone was going off.

“Ever heard of beauty sleep?” he hissed into the phone when he picked up.

“Please forgive me Francis...it's just…” Francis softened at the sound of Ludwig’s voice. Something really must have been wrong for Ludwig of all people to be calling at this hour. “I’m sorry to wake you, but would you be able to take Arthur home. I would but Gilbert tagged along tonight and he’s hammered too.”

“Say no more mon ami. I’m on my way.”

---

When he came upon the bar, he found Ludwig, clearly tired, supporting both Gilbert and Arthur who were arguing about some drunken nonsense. Normally, Francis would have found it amusing, but it was late and he had had a rude awakening.

“Bonsoir, thank you for taking care of him,” He greeted.

A look of relief flashed across Ludwig’s face. “Of course and thank you for coming so late.”

When Arthur turned his insults to him, Francis only sighed, taking the Brit into his arms. “Get your grimy hands off of me,” Arthur hissed, words jumbling together. Not in the mood to argue, he agreed and let go.

As soon as Arthur took a step he fell forward landing right on his face. Francis bit back a laugh as he helped the now sputtering man up and to the car. “Goodnight Allemagne and take care of Gilbert.”

“Goodnight.”

When he got them both situated into the car, Francis noticed Arthur furiously wiping his eyes. “Did you hurt yourself?” he asked, trying to hide his amusement, “maybe next time you don’t push me away when I’m trying to help.”

Arthur only let out a ‘hmph’ as he turned to look out the window, his head pressing against it. By the time they pulled up to Arthur’s house, the Englishman was fast asleep. He remained as such even when Francis picked him up and brought him to bed.

When they got to the bedroom, Francis debated putting Arthur in his pajamas. He ultimately decided it would be best to just tuck him in right away (he wouldn’t want to overstep any boundaries or do something so intimate without consent). It was relatively easy, or at least easier than it normally was to get Arthur in bed in his drunken state. That was until Francis got up to leave and a hand shot out to grab his wrist. “Please, don’t leave,” Arthur slurred, his grip tightening.

Francis looked at Arthur and then at their hands. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this. A soft smile spread across his face as he climbed into bed beside Arthur. “What’s this all about mon lapin?” Francis asked, laying down to be face to face with Arthur.

Arthur cuddled closer, burying his face into Francis’s chest. “Don’t...Don’t make me say it.”

“Okay, but you know you can always tell me anything. It wouldn’t be the first time one of us has confided in the other.”

Arthur’s shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath. “I...I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

It was as if the whole world stopped at those words. Francis, though a flirt and self-proclaimed romantic, felt his cheeks grow warm and his heartbeat quicken. With a lack of reply, Arthur’s shoulders began to shake as sobs began to rack his body.

“Oh...Oh, Arthur…” Francis murmured.

“Shut up,” Arthur shrieked, pushing away from the Frenchman, “don’t you dare pity me.”

“H-How could I? I know...I mean... I’m scared too...but I love you so much.”

“D-Don’t lie to me,” The Englishman shrieked.

“I’m not.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then how shall I prove myself hmm?”

Arthur went quiet for a moment, his brows furrowing and his nose scrunching up slightly as he thought. ‘Just like a bunny,’ Francis thought fondly.

“Kiss me.”

Arthur was full of surprises tonight. For a moment, Francis found himself unable to form a complete sentence at the sudden forwardness. Still, Arthur was drunk so he knew his answer would be ‘no.’ “You’re drunk. Maybe when you’re sober-”

“I knew it.” With a huff, Arthur flipped himself around, his back now facing Francis.

Francis’ stomach dropped at how hurt Arthur sounded. Sure he said he liked making the man’s life miserable, but in recent times, he stopped meaning it. “Oh Angleterre," Francis whispered. Leaning over, he placed a soft, goodnight kiss on Arthur’s cheek, “maybe if you remember this tomorrow, I’ll give you the kiss you want.”

Arthur grumbled some more, but he seemed to accept it, and eventually, quiet snores began filling the room. After one more kiss planted on the back of Arthur’s head, Francis started to nod off.

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Arthur woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. ‘When will I ever learn?’ he thought as he closed his eyes once more, trying to block out the light. When that didn’t work, he pulled a pillow from beside him and covered his eyes with it. As he tried to regain his bearings, memories from the previous night came flooding back. A blush spread across his face and down his neck as he recalled his confession to Francis. “God damn it.”

He turned himself around to find the place where Francis had been sleeping empty. His chest tightened at the thought of Francis leaving in the middle of the night after he had poured his whole heart out to him as he did. Then he remembered how the Frenchman had claimed he felt the same way. If that was true, where was he now?

“Oh, you’re up,” Francis’ voice called. Arthur turned to find him in the doorway, a glass of water and a medicine bottle in his hand. “For your head,” he explained, handing him the items. Arthur took them gratefully before settling back down and putting the pillow back over his face.

“I take it you’re not feeling too hot,” Francis said, joining him on the bed.

“Wonder what gave you that idea,” Arthur spat back, though it was more teasing than anything.

“This is why you need to be careful.”

“Okay, mum.”

“Ugh you’re hopeless,” Francis tsked. “What do you think we should have for breakfast?”

He was avoiding what happened last night. Not that Arthur had much room to speak since he also hadn’t mentioned anything. As they conversed, Arthur realized how easy it would be just to forget it all. Surely it would be easier, but at the same time, Francis' words: “I’m scared too...but I love you so much,” were still at the back of his mind.

“So...where’s that kiss?” Arthur asked, glancing away from Francis. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Frenchman’s eyes widen and his mouth fall open. He didn’t say anything for a good five minutes much to Arthur’s annoyance. “So much for the country of love,” Arthur scoffed before pressing a firm kiss on Francis’ lips. It was quick, but at least it got the message across.

“What...How...I…Espèce de petit bâtard effronté!” With that Francis was on top of him, attacking the Brit’s sides with tickles. Arthur wasn’t about to let Francis have the upper hand and started fighting back. Soon enough the two were rolling around on the bed in a fit of giggles, trying to exhaust the other and end up on top. Despite their best efforts, neither ended up winning as they tried around the same time with Francis collapsing on top of him, red-faced and panting. Arthur’s arms made their way around Francis’ waist, keeping him right where he was.

“So…” Francis began once he caught his breath.

“So?”

“Are we…”

“Lovers.” It came out as a statement, not a question.

A goofy smile spread across Francis’ face. “Good.”

With a quick kiss on the nose from Francis, they laid there, content just being with each other. Breakfast and Arthur's headache were long forgotten.

Espèce de petit bâtard effronté=You cheeky little bastard

[sillyrabbit81]

Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 3.8k

Warnings: swearing, smut, masturbation

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 16 Part 18

Part 17

We got back to Liam's a couple of hours later. I felt exhausted by the time we got back. Finding the right shoes had been a nightmare. I have wide feet and struggled to find something I didn't feel like I was spilling out of.

In a surreal moment, I had found myself debating on whether I should get the Blahnik's or Louboutin's. The prices were unreal, and considering the most expensive shoes I had before those were my Dr Marten's Made in England 1460s, I was out of my depth.

This shop assistant in the shoe department was amazing. He said to go for the Louboutin's because "every woman should have at least one pair in her collection." He made me laugh and was helpful, so despite my misgivings on spending even more on the shoes than the dress, I got them.

The bag had been an easy purchase after that. I got a silver glitter Jimmie Choo clutch. It was half the shoes' price and felt like a bargain.

I hung my dress up, put my shoes and bag in Liam's dressing room and went downstairs to eat lunch with Liam.

"Thank you so much for today. I feel a bit better about the whole thing now that I know what I'm going to wear. One less thing to worry about," I said after we had eaten and packed up. I put my arms around Liam's neck and kissed him.

"You're welcome, Sweetheart. You looked so beautiful in that dress." He kissed me back. "Do you want me to get Ryan to organise an alteration?"

I scoffed, "No, he's probably got enough to do taking care of your shit." I winked. "I can do that tomorrow. I'll also get Jen to do my hair and makeup."

"Riza's wife?" Liam asked.

"Yeah, she does hair and makeup for weddings and formals, so she knows what she's doing."

"Tell her to bring Riza when she comes here, and I can meet them both."

"I'm getting ready here?"

"Yeah, I thought you would. Otherwise, you'll have to get from your place to here all dressed up. And you'll have Perrin with you."

He had a point. "Ok, so next week I'm staying at your place from Thursday until Sunday? Then going to David's and what? Will you stay at mine on Sunday night? Then you come back here on Monday?" Oh, this was complicated.

"Yeah," Liam said like it was no big deal. When you live half your life out of a suitcase, things like that aren't a big deal. Liam looked at his watch. "When do you have to leave?"

"I've got to be at Dave's in a few hours."

"That's just enough time."

"For what?" I asked.

The only warning I got was Liam's bloody twitchy lip. My eyes went wide, and he hoisted over his shoulder again. "For me to have my way with you."

He ran up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom with me giggling at his feat of strength and fitness. I was let down gently on my feet.

I expected Liam to rush me, but he didn't. He brushed my hair from my face as he looked at me with a gentle smile. He seemed so sweet and open that I couldn't help but smile back. I held his hand to my cheek, relishing its warmth, then kissed his palm.

Liam expelled a breath with a short laugh, and his smile grew larger. "I got you another present," he said. "I was going to give it to you on Thursday, but," he rubbed my earlobe, "I can't wait."

"You're very impatient."

Liam nodded. "Wait here." He went to his dressing room and returned with a small jewellery box. Real small. Ring sized small.

I took a step back. I felt cold, sick and my guts churned. Surely, he wasn't that stupid.

Liam looked at me, confused. "Lana, are you ok? You've gone white." I didn't look at him. All I could look at was that little black box. I shook my head.

Liam followed my gaze and must have finally realised why I was looking so sick because he chuckled and said, "it's not what it looks like, Lana." I looked at him, and his eyes twinkled in amusement.

I felt the colour return to my face and covered my face in my hands. "Thank God." I felt a little sheepish.

Still grinning, Liam pulled his hands away from my face and said, "one day, Sweetheart, I certainly hope it will be. Today, however, it's earrings." He opened the box, and inside were two perfect white pearls below a black onyx and diamond setting. They were beautiful. "I know you were joking when you said you needed matching earrings." He shrugged, "I couldn't help myself."

"You got these today? When?"

"I have a confession." Liam's smile was mischievous. "I didn't have to buy a shirt."

I shook my head at Liam, grinning, "you cheeky bastard." I got on my toes and kissed Liam on the cheek. "Thank-you. They are beautiful."

"Will you wear them now?" I nodded and started to take my earrings out. "Let me," Liam said.

Sweeping my hair away from my ear, Liam took my small gold hoops out and put his gift in my ears. He smiled a brilliant smile, revealing just a hint of his teeth. "Perfect," he said, leaning down to kiss me all too briefly. "Go look in the mirror, tell me what you think."

I looked in the mirror in the dressing room, and they were perfect. I played with the earrings. They had such a beautiful yet simple elegance to the design. I felt silly wearing them in my jeans and Joy Division t-shirt.

Going back to Liam, I hugged him again. "Thank-you." I looked into his eyes, so blue and open, and I felt my own tearing up. "You've made me feel special today."

I don't know why I cried. I just knew I felt a warmth in my body, my stomach quivered, and my heart felt like it was trying to escape my chest. I was confused by my feelings. They made me ache, they made me scared, but I also felt happy and safe.

Liam cupped my face with his hands. "Lana, you make me feel that way every day." Using his thumbs, he wiped my tears away.

My next words took us both by surprise. "Make love to me, please?" I didn't mean to say it. The words just fell out as I was swept up in the moment. But it was what I wanted. I wanted to feel love from him, have him hold me again like he had yesterday morning, have him break through my defences, help me tear them down. But more important than what I wanted was what I wanted to give. I wanted to hold him, kiss and caress him, show him how I felt about him.

Liam's face took on a series of changes, moving rapidly from one to another. First, his eyes widened, then he smiled, then his eyes hooded. Finally, he nodded and licked his lips. He leaned down to kiss me, and I closed my eyes. Tenderly, he kissed me, each kiss feathery and light. The ache between my legs was sudden and intense. I kissed him back, matching his mood.

I held Liams head while I got on my toes and kissed his neck. He let out a short groan as I trailed my kisses to his throat. He threw his head back, exposing his whole neck. His hand went to my head, holding me to him. I kissed under his jaw, and his stubble felt sharp on my lips and tongue. I moved down his throat, over his Adam's apple and into the shallow hollow at the base of his neck. Liam ran his fingers through my hair as I went.

I put my hands under his shirt and lifted it, pulling it off with Liam's help. His bare chest made my breath catch, and I reached out to touch him, pausing just short as I had the first night I met him. I smiled at the memory and looked at Liam as I let my fingers sink into his furry chest, his curly hair enveloping them as they did. For a moment, I just let myself feel his warmth through my fingers.

Sliding my arms around his waist, I kissed Liam's shoulder. I felt Liam's hands on my hips, but he let me kiss at his chest as I liked, not hindering me at all, not hurrying me, letting me take my time, allowing me to take control. I travelled across his chest with my hands, mouth and tongue, heat spreading throughout my body as I went. Liam's breath was shallow and rapid as I kissed him. I savoured his smell, texture and taste, hoping to hold onto this moment until I saw him again.

Wanting to feel Liam's skin against my own, I took my shirt and bra off. I embraced Liam as he slid his arms around me, his hands feeling their way up my back. I put a hand to his head and lead his lips to mine. I kissed him slowly, leisurely, enjoying his soft lips while I licked and sucked.

I brought my hips close to Liam's, and we both gasped as we touched.

"Lana," Liam pleaded, rolling his hips into mine, his movements slow and deliberate. "Please, Lana. I need you."

Kissing Liam again, I reached for his pants, undoing his belt. He grabbed for mine, and we undressed each other. Our kisses continued, neither of us wanting to break away. Liam kicked off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants. I tried to take mine off, but bloody skinny jeans and Doc's are not easy to kick off.

Liam chuckled when he saw my difficulties. My face warmed. He kissed me as he put his hands under my bottom and lifted me, carrying me the few steps to his bed and sat me on the edge. He got down on his knees and undid my laces, and took my boots and socks off. He pulled my pants and underwear off. To complete the replay of our first night, he held my ankles in his hands before he ran his fingers up my legs, making my skin break out in gooseflesh and my spine shiver.

Smiling at my response, Liam covered his body with mine, and I wrapped my legs around him. Slipping an arm under my waist, he lifted me off the bed and moved me up until my head lay on the pillows. Liam held his weight above me, his powerful arms out outstretched next to my head. He looked so beautiful above me, muscles taut, skin lightly tanned, his face sincere and genuine.

Liam let his body rest on mine, his arms sliding around my shoulders. He let some of his weight onto me, asking, "I'm not too heavy, am I?" I shook my head and nuzzled into his shoulder, sliding my hands under his arms to pull him closer.

Liam made a slight noise of discomfort and rearranged himself before holding me again. I moved my hips and felt myself effortlessly slide against him. A moan escaped my lips as I felt his sex rub against my folds and my point of pleasure. Flares of heat came with each passing, and my mouth sought him, needing his lips, his tongue like I needed air. He kissed me back, and I felt the same need from him, the same desire, the same hunger.

Moving his hips, Liam positioned himself to enter me. He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes searching for confirmation. I nodded, and he watched my face as he slowly entered me, stretching me, filling me.

It felt like I was whole for the first time in years.

Holding himself still, Liam asked, "are you ok?". Not trusting my voice, I nodded. It didn't help, and the tears came anyway. Liam went to pull out, but I held him with my legs, locking my ankles together.

"Please, don't." My voice was a whisper. Putting a hand to his cheek, I kissed him, my lips firm and my tongue needy. He kissed me back a moment but then stopped and looked at me again.

"But you're crying." He said.

"I'm happy, you idiot," I said softly, smiling at him through my tears.

Liam let out a short laugh. He kissed me again and said, "me too, Lana." He held me tight against him.

We moved with each other, our bodies rocking slowly together. We sometimes kissed, we sometimes just closed our eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Mostly we looked at each other, small smiles on our lips.

"I'm close, Lana," Liam whispered to me.

I smiled at him and nodded. His gentle thrusts became harder now, and I looked into his eyes, watching his expressions change until he called my name, and I felt him release into me.

He let his head fall into the crook of my neck, his deep breaths tickling me. I stroked his hair and caressed his back. We stayed like that, holding each other. It seemed neither of us wanted this moment to end.

I felt Liam's whole weight fall on me as I heard soft snores start in my ear. I chuckled to myself, the poor guy was all tuckered out. I looked over at the bedside clock. I had a bit more time before having to leave, so I stayed holding him until his breaths where long and he had fallen deep into sleep.

I waited until the last possible second before I wriggled out from under Liam and went to have a quick shower. Liam had let me out from under him in his sleep and rolled over. I didn't want to wake him, so I showered upstairs instead of in his ensuite.

I dressed quietly, got my stuff together, went over to Liam, and kissed him on his forehead. He had hummed and tried to grab hold of me in his sleep, but I stepped away, and he relaxed back into sleep.

On the way out, I patted Cole and said goodbye. Cole, being a gentleman, walked me to the garage.

Perrin was happy to see me when I got to Dave's. He dawdled over to me and gave me some licks. It seemed like the kids had worn him out.

The kids weren't tired, though, and begged me to play on the trampoline with them. I rolled my eyes and said to Perrin, "I feel your pain."

Dave, the smart-arse, said to the kids, "I think your Aunty Lana had a big weekend, guys." Smirking, he continued, "she's probably had a lot of exercise."

"You're a dickhead." I said back to him.

The kids giggled their heads off, laughing that "Aunty Lany said a bad word!" I made my eyes go wide and smacked myself on the hand. They laughed and went to play, pulling Perrin along with him.

I said hi to Lucy, who was grinning like a crazy woman but trying hard not to. I laughed at her, blushing furiously. "Stop it," I told her. She just shook her head.

"Come on! Why didn't you tell us? Is he as nice in real life as he seems? Oh God, is he as hot? What's he like?" Lucy gushed.

"Oi," Dave said to her. "Ease up." Lucy just laughed and brushed him off.

"Yeah, he is as nice, really sweet. Funny, exciting and yes, very hot." We giggled.

"Awww," Lucy sighed. "Lana, I'm happy for you. I didn't even know you were dating again."

"Well, yeah, I only started a few months ago. Liam's the only one I had any real interest in."

"How'd you meet him?" Lucy asked. Dave nodded, also wanting to know.

I told them about the Will/Liam thing. They didn't seem to think it was as big a deal as I had thought, but I guess they weren't the ones who went through it. I told them a bit about what happened when we meet, how we had spent the last two weekends together. I left out all the gory details. I also told them about the plan for this week, the premiere, and asking Liam if he wanted to spend Easter Sunday with us.

Lucy squealed and jumped up and down. Dave rolled his eyes at her and agreed it would be good to meet him.

"You know Mum will be there, right?" Dave said.

"Yeah, I know." I scoffed. "Maybe Liam will be the guy to meet her expectations finally."

Dave laughed at that, "Yeah, well, he's got money, so she should be happy about that. He's not a CEO, though, so you still might be in trouble." He was probably right.

My phone rang then, and it was Liam. I must have had a massive smile on my face because Lucy made an "ooooh" noise at me. I hushed her and went outside.

"Hey," I said, my voice was already breathy.

"Hi, Sweetheart," Liam sounded a bit groggy.

"Did you just wake up?"

"Hmm, yes. Sorry. You should have woken me up. I didn't get to say goodbye." He sounded like he was pouting.

"Yeah, I know. But you just looked so sweet laying there, snoring like a chainsaw."

"I do not snore like a chainsaw." He paused, "do I?"

I laughed, "No. You do snore, but it's pretty soft."

He laughed. Then he asked, "are you at your brother's house?"

"Yeah."

"I will let you get back to it then. Call me later tonight?"

"Yeah, I will." I paused, building up the courage to say what I wanted to say, but Liam beat me to it.

"Thank you, Lana."

"For what?"

"For forgiving my bullshit and for pushing you. For letting me get close to you. For letting me be with you. For trying to fit into my world when I know it scares you. For being you. For everything."

For once, I didn't feel like I had to make a joke or change the subject. But I also didn't know what to say. "Thank-you." It was all I had.

"Call me tonight, Sweetheart?" Liam asked again.

I agreed, then hung up.

After dinner, Perrin and I went home. I didn't feel like staying later. The kids were disappointed, but I was tired. I knew it would be a big week, and I wanted to try to get a good night's sleep.

I called Riza on the way home, and we talked a bit about the weekend. She told me a bit about her work and her arsehole boss. I asked her if I could speak to Jen for a minute.

"Sure, but why?"

"Well," I said dramatically. "I'm going to a premiere on Thursday evening, and I need someone to do my hair and make-up."

"Jen, get over here!" Riza yelled, and her voice was so loud through my car speakers that Perrin barked.

"Christ, Riz."

She laughed and said, sorry. Before she handed me to Jen, she said, "Thanks Lana, she will be so happy."

"Why will I be happy?" Jen asked. I told her, and she was quiet a minute. "Really, Lana?"

"Yeah, who else would I get to do it?"

"Can I put it on Instagram? Like a picture of you two all ready?"

I knew she would ask that. She did it for most of her clients. "Yeah, but don't mention anything about it before then. Just after I'm ready, you can put a picture up. I don't know if Liam will want to be mentioned or have a picture, but I'm happy for you to ask him."

"Oh, Lana, thank you! This could boost my business."

"I know, that's why I'm ok with it. I mean, there's going to be photos out there of me anyway, so I hope it will help you get some more work."

Jen and I talked about what I was wearing and how I wanted my hair. I told her I had no idea, so she got all excited and said she knew exactly what to do. Before I hung up, I gave Jen the address and time and told her Liam asked if Riza could come because he wanted to meet her.

"Wow, Lana. You guys are serious, huh?"

"Yeah, Jen, I think we are." We hung up not long after that.

Later that night, I called Liam, and I told him I'd sorted Jen to come over and told Dave he would come for Easter.

He seemed pleased, and we talked a bit about Riza and Jen before I told Liam I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.

I was tired, but I couldn't sleep. My brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about being at school tomorrow and seeing the parents. Then I started thinking about Thursday and what Myra and the others would think of me. What it would be like to do that walk down the red carpet. I know a lot of the press will just want photos of Liam, so I'll have to stand there looking like an idiot while he poses. But worse will be when I have to stand with him. I could just imagine pictures of us, Liam looking dashing and me looking like a deer in headlights.

I started Googling how to pose on the red carpeting even got out of bed and tried a few before feeling like a total dag and getting back into bed. I wanted to back out. I didn't want to do it. I couldn't believe I had said yes to it. But I remembered Liam's face when I said I would go, and I knew that's why I had said yes.

I thought about how sweet Liam had been to me all day, how beautiful he had made me feel,  how he had tried to make the whole thing easier, how he had kissed me and held me. How he had whispered my name as we made love.

I felt the heat between my legs grow. I tossed and turned a bit, trying to make it go away. I felt hot, so I took my pyjamas off. I tossed and turned some more. I tried to ignore it but I couldn't.

I went to my draw and got out my rabbit-style vibrator. I touched myself, and I was ready for it. I closed my eyes as I slipped it inside. I thought about Liam as I did. He was thicker than my slim vibrator but just as long. I positioned its ear against my clit and put it to the setting and speed I liked.

I held it there. I thought of Liam's gravelly voice in my ear and could almost feel his breath on my neck. I let my free hand wander over my body, remembering watching as Liam touched me. I thought of how he looked at me sometimes with a small smile, his eyes dancing with amusement as his lip twitched.

As I got closer to the edge, I thought about earlier that day, the way he held me, how gentle and tender he was. I remembered how it felt as I kissed his chest and his hairs tickled my nose. I remembered his smell, earthy and masculine, like the bush after it rained. I fell over the edge when I remembered how he had called my name as he orgasmed, my own rippling through me in waves as his voice rang in my ears.

Not long after that, I finally fell asleep.

Part 18

[imagines-choices]

Pasta - Bryce Lahela x MC

[ Bryce x MC (Kaylee) ]

Summary: you decide to help Bryce cook for him and his sister, him making a mess at some point

Author's note: this took place in the second book chapter 5 in Bryce's apartment, I just made a little bit of changes at the end

Warnings: slightly steamy

Word Count: 1,992

You eyed the bag of groceries right in front of you. "So what are you going to do with all those?"

"I dunno. Hope for the best? Unless... there's a chance you know how to cook?" Bryce replied, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"Of course I do. I'm an adult."

"Ohmygod. Could you help me out?" Before you could even respond, he knelt down to the ground and looked up at you with those eyes of his.

"Please, Kaylee. I'd owe you the world's biggest favor." How could you say no to that? He could be really persuasive sometimes. Bryce and Keiki agreed on making your suggestion, pasta, and before you know it, you were already taking out some of the groceries and laying them out on the countertop. Bryce examines everything laid in front of him on the counter with a clueless expression.

"So what happens first?"

"Where's your pot?" Bryce walked towards one of his cabinets, and opened it, revealing the pans and pots stored in it, before taking one.

"First I need you to put a pot of water on to boil."

"Excellent. That is the one cooking thing I already know how to do." Bryce smiled as he enthusiastically filled the pot with water.

"Boiling water isn't cooking, Bryce. It's so basic it's not even a skill." Keiki suddenly commented from the living room, shaking her head. You watched as the two debated about their cooking skills for a couple of seconds and rolled your eyes, a smile on your face at their ridiculousness.

"Hey Keiki, if you wanna provide commentary you'll have to do it from over here. Preferably while helping." At that, Keiki threw the remote she was holding and strides over to the kitchen, looking at all the stuff you've done so far.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Why don't you keep an eye on the water and add the noodles once it boils? Bryce can use his surgical skills to chop the vegetables and I'll start browning the meat." I suggested, taking the noodles and placing it beside her.

"I can definitely chop stuff." Bryce added as he started washing the veggies. A moment of silence passed by as I looked at Keiki. Her and Bryce had the resemblance, and if I were to see them at first, I'd say they're siblings.

"So, Keiki what was it like growing up with this guy for a big brother?" I asked, propping my elbow on the counter as I leaned against the wall, right beside Bryce.

"I dunno. He skipped out when I was in elementary school." Bryce gave her a look, both defending and guilty.

"I didn't skip out, I went to college." He argued, pausing from cutting the vegetables.

"And never came back."

"I called."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"You guys must have been close at some point, if you've come all the way here to stay with him now." You barged in, trying to defuse some of the tension.

"...I guess he used to be pretty funny."

"Used to be?" Bryce looked at her in disbelief, feigning a look of hurt. You laughed and agreed with Keiki, which caused Bryce to turn his gaze of disbelief at you now. You turned your back on Bryce to hide the grin that was making its way into your face, taking the beef off the heat and replacing it with the veggies Bryce chopped up.

"Can you open the jar of pasta sauce?" You asked Bryce, not taking your eyes off your task. Bryce mumbled a simple 'sure' before grabbing the jar from the countertop. You heard grunts and looked beside you where Bryce was struggling to open the jar.

"You good?" Keiki asked, more amused than concerned at his failed efforts.

"Just– peachy–" He struggled for a few more seconds in a weird position, the jar faced slightly upwards, before the jar burst open when you weren't paying attention. Keiki casually stepped out of the way as the sauce flew all over the place, mostly on you and your hair.

"Bryce!" His eyes widened and he tried to stifle his laugh, failing miserably. That's it. You grabbed the remains of what was left in the jar and threw it at Bryce. And again, Keiki stepped out of the way, all too amused at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Bryce covered his eyes as the sauce dripped down from his head. He grabbed a good amount of the sauce and held you in place, rubbing it all over your arm before starting to run away.

"Oh no you don't." You grabbed him by his arm and tackled him down, pinning him on the ground. Keiki rolled her eyes and stepped into the room to give you two some privacy as you fought each other. The room was filled with you and Bryce's laughs, and of course, the pasta sauce.

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" He frantically apologized as you were about to pour the rest of the sauce on his face. You put the jar down and the both of you laughed. Just then you were aware that you were straddling him, splotches of the sauce dripping down from your hair.

"You're staring." Bryce raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his face. You quickly snapped out of it and muttered a quick apology, but before you could climb off his lap, Bryce held your hips in place and leaned upwards, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. You kissed him back, not caring about the mess the two of you made for a moment.

"You taste like sauce." You laughed once the two of you parted and stood up.

"We better clean this up." Bryce suggested as he took off his dirty shirt and washed his hands in the sink. He took some cleaning supplies and started mopping the floor. At least it was only the floor that's messy.

"You should probably shower. You can use mine and ask Keiki to take one of my shirts and lend you a towel." He went back to moping before pausing to look at you with a knowing look. "Or... we could save water and shower together."

"I doubt your sister would appreciate that."

"You bet I wouldn't. Here." Keiki appeared, handing your clothes. You were surprised at how quick the girl managed to find you a set of clothes. She led you to the bathroom, and you thanked her before completely enjoying yourself in the shower.

A few minutes later, you were out of the shower in Bryce's shirt and shorts, hair dripping wet.

"My turn." Bryce said as he walked into the bathroom, and you took notice of the clean kitchen he just finished cleaning. You finished up the pasta, despite it being cold, and silently thanked Bryce in your head for buying two jars of pasta sauce. You called Keiki who was sitting on the living room sofa, plating the food you just made, and setting it down on the table. With amazing timing, Bryce walked out of his room, hair still wet, and walked towards the dining table. You tried not to focus on his shirtless form, the lower part of his body merely covered with a towel and leaving the rest to your imagination.

"Ew quit the tension." You regained focus as Keiki snapped at the both of you, Bryce grinning from ear to ear as he slid a shirt on.

"You so did that on purpose." You gently nudged Bryce on the side as he sat beside you, and he gave you a cheeky grin.

"I don't know what you mean." He shrugged, the smile still evident on his face. He sniffed the smell of the meatballs laid out right in front of you and nonchalantly hummed to himself.

"Smells good." He said, before trying to take a piece of meatball from your plate. You slapped his hand away as it was just inches away from the meatball. Pouting, he dug into his own plate, you and Keiki following afterwards.

"This is delicious."

"It's pretty good."

"You're welcome." The three of you finished up the rest of your dinner and talked for about half an hour before Keiki yawned and stood up.

"Is there a bed I can crash on?" Bryce looked up at Keiki and pointed towards the door near us.

"Take mine. Just don't go snooping around in there." Quickly thanking you for dinner, Keiki heads to Bryce's room and you heard the door slam close before Bryce sighed beside you. He got up to put the dirty dishes in the sink before sitting on the couch. You saw his tired out face, dark circles under his eyes evident as you made your way towards him, frowning. For a moment he looked up at you before staring at the TV that was right in front of him, and patted the couch next to him. You took that as your signal to sit down and you couldn't help the worry that edged onto your face as you stared at his worned out state. He leaned back and rested his head against the back of the couch with a wince.

"Looks like I'm sleeping here tonight." Your frown slowly turned into a smile as something came into mind.

"Bryce... so what you're saying is that we're currently in bed together..." You trailed off and Bryce grins at you, the traces of his sadness gone in an instant.

"That's exactly right." His grin grew even wider, and before you could process what was happening, he was pouncing on you, capturing your lips in his own. You let out a giggle as he grabbed your side and tried pushing the both of you into a more comfortable spot. His tongue slowly parted your lips, granting him access as he pushed you back into the soft cushions.

"Mmm..." He let out a groan as your tongues met, gently stroking at your waist. You hastily tugged his shirt over his head, flinging it aside before feeling him all over.

"I've missed this view." You said in between kisses, your hand grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"All you ever have to do is ask." You let out a moan as he kisses you harder, his body pressing urgently against you, and you whined when he parted the kiss. "Besides you just saw me shirtless."

"Shut up." You pulled him back to you and wrapped your legs around his torso, your lips pressing hard, but softly at the same time against his. The hardness in between his legs was very much prominent and pressing against you, showcasing his evident need for you. You slowly rocked your hips forward, earning a loud groan from Bryce as he raked his hands up the back of your -his- shirt.

The both of you were fighting for dominance, you pushing him back against the couch, when he slowly unclasped your bra. You quickly held his hand and parted from the kiss to stop him.

"We... we should stop." You were panting as he trailed kisses from your jaw to your neck to your collarbone, his hands running up and down your sides. "I don't think your kid sister would appreciate us making love in the living room while she's trying to sleep."

Bryce groaned and reluctantly pulled away from you, eyeing your face as you reached back to clasp your bra. "Or... we could just... you know, try to stay quiet."

"Bryce!" You smacked his arm before getting off him, the lack of heat and touch in his lap made him groan once more in annoyance. 

"You better fix that." You pointed and laughed at his current state, enjoying him covering his face with his hands as he walked towards the bathroom. You looked at the clock, and written on it was 11.30 p.m. Guess I'm staying here for the night.

[shawnpetermuffins]

Pictured with You (Epilouge)

A/n: we have come to an end to this story of mine. Thank you for sticking around for so long.

Summary: It's been a year, and you're looking for something to do on this week long vacation.

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1.9k

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One year later

We wanted a week away from the craziness. Just one week for ourselves and our friends to hang out and not care about having to work - me on the finishing touches of the new album, which I'm actually stressing about right now because y/n still knows next to nothing about it. And that's stupid of me because literally every song is about her and if she tells me she doesn't want that then I'm screwed because I have nothing else to give the label.

She's kicking her feet softly from the edge of the pool, looking nothing less than breathtaking as the blinding sun hits her body just right. I swim away from my friends and to my rightful spot between her legs. Y/n looks down at me when I press a gentle kiss to the tops of her thighs. "Whatcha thinking about, love?"

She hums, running a lazy finger down the column of my neck. "Nothing. Just like watching you have fun, is all."

"It'd be more fun if you got in with me."

"I think you have attachment issues, Mendes."

"Yeah?" I bite playfully at her knee and she laughs, trying to push my head away. "Might have a point there… but I'm not gonna fix that."

"Gonna cling to me more?" She teases as my hands snake around her body, resting softly on the curve of her butt.

"Mmm…" I mumble against her neck. "Never gonna stop clinging to you. Gonna hold you like this forever and ever."

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Get in with me," I beg, jutting out my bottom lip as her hands lace through my wet curls. "I'll carry you." That gets her attention.

"Okay," she nods. "Well get me in, rockstar." I smile up at her and swiftly, but carefully bring her down into the pool with me. She shudders at the feel of the cool water against her warm skin. "Fucking hell, it's cold!" Her teeth chatter as she rests her head on my shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around my neck to steal my body heat. We stay like for minute, allowing her to get used to the unfamiliar temperature. "We're good," she mumbles and I slowly move us over to our friends who are goofing around, splashing each other.

"Oh good, she came to join us!" Brian exclaims. Before I know it, y/n is tugged from my arms and being spun around until she's finally thrown into the pool, completely submerged in the chlorine filled water. "There," Brian says triumphantly, with a laugh. "Now you're on our level."

She pushes her baby hairs out of her face with a shake of her head and an exaggerated eye roll, "so thoughtful, Bri. Thanks for that." She splash him once before taking my outstretched hand.

"Sorry, honey," I mumble into her hair, pressing her back to my front. "He caught me off guard."

"S'okay." Her head rests against my chest as we watch them make fools of themselves, not a care in the world. I whisper the words of the song playing into her ear and she falls deeper into me, wrapping my arms tighter around her waist.

"Y/n/n?" I say after a while of comfortable silence drifting between us.

"Shawny," she scrunches up her nose, hating the cutesy nickname, but she can't help that it comes out when she's a little tipsy. I love it though, and kiss the tip of her nose.

"Move in with me," I request, my head buried in her neck.

"What?" She giggles, turning in my arms.

"Move in with me," I say again.

"Where's this coming from?" She wraps her arms around my neck once again.

I shrug, "I mean, you've been going over there a lot more often recently. And… I have a drawer full of your clothes already."

She hums, "well I think I'd need more than just a drawer if we decided to do this."

"I'll get you your own damn closet if you want."

"You'd have to move houses if you did that."

"Then let's look for one. We can find one with a closet just for you, and we can make you your own dark room."

"Whoa there, big spender. That's a big commitment. You sure you can handle all that?"

I nod, "Yes. Hell, I'm ready to marry you right now if you say yes."

She looks up at me with a smirk. "you asking me something, Mendes?"

"Depends on what your answer is," I counter. "What do you say, honey? Will you marry me?"

"I think… my answer is… yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," she nods, a big smile on her face.

I laugh, pressing my forehead against hers before kissing her deeply. "Oh god, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Let's do it tonight," I plead, my eyes closed.

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. Let's fly out to Vegas and just get married."

"You really want to? I don't even have a dress."

"We'll get you something there. Come on, y/n. Say yes?"

"You," she pokes my chest with her pointer finger, "are completely insane."

I shake my head, "is that your way of saying you'll do it?"

"Well duh," she rolls her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing that we were gonna do this.

"Yo, what is with you two? Do you ever let go of each other?" Connor asks, splashing us.

I hold y/n's head against my chest before I ask. "You guys down for a quick road trip?"

"Where?" Brian asks, shaking out his wet hair.

"Vegas," I say with a cheeky grin.

"What's that look? What are you planning?" Connor questions.

"Y'all feel like being witnesses to a wedding?" Y/n asks, sparing only the smallest of glances to our friends. They're in complete shock. But it only takes a second before they're jumping on top of us, screaming out congratulations.

"Shit, let's go! We hit the road now, we can be there just after sunset." Brian is already pulling himself out of the water.

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"Nervous?" Brian claps my shoulder while I fix the collar of my shirt.

I chuckle, "dude, my heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest. I've never been more nervous in my entire life."

"Well what's that thing you always say? Nerves mean you care?"

"Yeah," I nod. "But, god, man. I'm getting married. Did you ever think that was gonna happen? Like this, no less?"

"Hey," he holds the sides of my face and slaps my cheeks. "Don't stress about it. The love of your life is just on the other side of that door. You're just minutes away from your forever. This is going to be the best day of your life."

I swallow the lump forming in my throat, "Yeah. You're right. It's y/n." I can't help but laugh. Because I say it like I'm not still a nervous wreck every time she looks at me. Like my heart doesn't skip a beat every time she smiles. Like I don't forget what I'm about to say because I get lost in those piercing -

The door opens and Connor starts walking down the aisle, arm linked with y/n's, and I swear my breath catches in my throat. She looks beautiful in the white blouse we just got her, and the high waisted, ripped jeans that she insisted on wearing because a skirt was just not her. And I agreed, but to be fair she could tell me she wanted to wear a paper bag and I would have went along with it because I just want her. It's not until she's in front of me, wiping at my cheek that I realize I've been crying watching her walk toward me.

"Hey, come on, bub. Marrying me can't be that bad," she jokes.

I laugh, wiping roughly at my face, "Jesus, no. You're just so beautiful."

She flips her hair playfully, "Well then what are you waiting for, Mendes? You gonna marry me or not?"

Mendes. She's about to be a Mendes, and I can't wait.

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I wake up the next morning, sheets thrown haphazardly over me and the beautiful girl in my arms. I watch her figure for a few minutes, once I've adjusted to the bright light the sun brings into the room. Her hair is all over the place, but still framing her face perfectly as her eyes moved rapidly behind her eyelids. Her naked chest is just barely covered by the white bedsheets, one arm thrown over her stomach. And then my eyes land on that dainty ring she fell in love with the second I slipped it on her finger last night and it hits me that I'm laying in bed next to my wife. And I let myself think about how I get to wake up next to her forever. It's the most perfect moment.

Until my phone rings beside me and suddenly it isn't anymore.

"Hey, Andrew," I whisper as I answer his FaceTime call.

"WHAT IS THIS I'M SEEING ABOUT YOU GETTING MARRIED?!" Andrew's loud voice booms through my phone and I flinch because y/n stirs beside me.

"Shh…" I point my phone to my girl who is still sleeping, thankfully.

"You got married. Don't you think that's something you should tell your manager so that he's not blindsided early the next morning by all of these pap photos and articles and hundreds of texts and emails asking if it's true?"

"Well I am sorry I didn't tell you."

"So you did? Shawn, what were you thinking? This is everywhere right now."

"I was thinking that I have the most perfect woman by my side and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her and that I wanted the rest of my life to start right then and there. That's what I was thinking. I'm sorry I didn't tell you and I'm sorry that it's online. But I'm not sorry it happened. I have everything I've ever wanted right here next to me." I look over to see y/n looking up at me with a sleepy smile.

"Shawn," my manager tries to grab my attention, but I can't seem to focus on anything other than the smiling woman next to me.

"If you'll excuse me. My wife just woke up and I would like to give her a proper good morning." I shut my phone off and reach over to brush a strand of hair from my girl's face. "Hey there, beautiful." I say quietly and lean down to press a soft kiss to her lips.

She hums, "good morning, handsome."

"Sleep well? You were… very tired last night," I say with a smirk and she moves to slap me, but I'm quick to catch her wrist.

"Nuh-uh, Mrs. Mendes." She giggles into my chest. "What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, her hands on either side of my face. "It's just the first time I've heard it like that. I like it."

"Me too."

"So Andrew's mad."

I shrug. "He'll get over it. Now come cuddle," I lay on my beck and open my arms for her. It doesn't take long for her to shrink into my side, head on my chest.

"You still want to be married to me?" She murmurs, half asleep once again.

I press my lips to the crown of her head, "for the rest of my life, baby."

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The Southsider (pt. 9)

Sweet Pea x reader

Chapter Summary: As y/n prepares for an important event in her life, her humor stirs up some interesting reactions from those she cares for.

Word Count: 1978

Chapter 1 • Chapter 8 • Chapter 10

Toni taught you the main moves, and you were determined to perfect them. Some of the dance had to be from your own creativity, which you figured out along the way. This had to be perfect. Not just for Sweet Pea, but for you. "Alright, I think we could take a break. And by break I mean we're going lingerie shopping."

You nervously nodded. When you got there you just felt like none of them would look good on you. You felt awkward there. If you felt uncomfortable in a crop top for one person how were you supposed to wear this stuff in front of a group of people?

"Have you found anything?" Toni asked, poking her head out of an isle row.

"No. I don't think I'll look good in any of these." You sadly looked at the items.

She walked up to you with a few outfits in hand. "Why not?"

"I don't know. Just never been a big fan of my body I guess. It was only a few years ago when I had to cover up to hide the bruises covering my body."

She put a hand on your shoulder. "But there aren't any more bruises to cover up. Your dad's gone now and your body's thriving. You should be proud of having control over it. Now c'mon, I found a few things for you to try on."

You went into the dressing room, trying on each of them and showing them to Toni. Toni reassured you that you looked good in all of them, but you both agreed that none of them were really perfect for you. "This is stupid." You called through the dressing room.

"No it's not, now come on out. This is the last one anyways."

You stepped outside. Toni looked you over, nodding her head. "I like this one. I like it a lot."

"Really?"

"Yeah. This is the one." She grabbed your hand and spun you around. "Let's see that dance." Toni joked.

You hopped around, overexageratily rubbing your arms. "I'm not used to this much air hitting my body!" You partially joked. "It's so cold in here." She laughed and pushed you back in the dressing room.

You changed back and paid for the outfit. "It's getting late. Hopefully FP and Jughead will be asleep and won't see this."

You both walked back to the trailer park. As you both stopped at Jughead's trailer, Toni then said. "Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Pea's gonna love it." You blushed and playfully pushed her. She laughed at the reaction and walked back to her trailer.

You opened the door slowly. The lights were off. As you closed the door the lights clicked on, and you saw the two boys sitting on the couch. "Hey guys."

"Now where have you been?" FP asked.

"With Toni, like I said."

"What's in the bag?" Jughead asked.

"Nothing important." You put the bag next to your duffle bag and laid down on the small air mattress that was set up. "Night."

"Y/n." FP said in a harsh tone. You sat up, knowing he wasn't in the mood for games. "Where were you?"

"With Toni." You urged. "You could even ask her grandfather Thomas."

"That bag doesn't look like English homework to me."

You sighed. "Look, I went over to Toni's, learned some stuff, then we made a quick shopping run. I worked for the money that I spent, if that's what this is about."

"Were you with Sweet Pea?" His asked loudly, ignoring all that you said.

You gave him a really? look. "No."

"See? I told you." Jughead said. He started to get up. "We stayed up for nothing."

"Sit boy." He pulled him back down. "What's in the bag?"

You didn't want to argue or get him mad, so you grabbed the bag. FP tried to snatch it your hands, but you pulled it back, handing it to Jughead. He looked into the bag, before yanking his hand out right away. He got it. "Dad, she was with Toni."

He ripped the bag from his son's hands. "Give it here boy."

He pulled out the lingerie and stood, throwing it to the ground when he realized what it was. "What the hell is that?!"

"Careful, it was pricey!" You exclaimed. Jughead held in a laugh.

"So this is what you're doing now?" You nodded your head, a little confused. He didn't get it. "You used to be smart and open eyed, and now this is what you're doing? Sweet Pea's got you doing this sort of crap?!"

You bursted out laughing. "You think that Swee-!" you cut yourself off laughing more. You sat next to Jughead, putting a hand on his shoulder. You calmed down a bit, pointing to FP and the lingerie. "He thought that I got that for Sweet Pea~!" You started laughing again. Jughead couldn't help but laugh a little bit as well.

"Someone wanna tell me what the hell is so funny?!" FP was getting angrier.

You calmed yourself down. "Thank you for that laugh, it felt really good." You then sat up straight. "No, I did not buy that for Sweet Pea. I bought that for the serpent dance."

He put a hand to his mouth, digesting what you said. "The Serpent dance?"

"Yup."

"So you're gonna become a serpent?"

"Just like mummy." You gave him a cheeky smile.

"Oh." He let out a big sigh. "I just figured, cause it's Sweet Pea, you know?"

"No, I really don't." You turned to Jughead. "Why does everyone see Sweet Pea as some dark, controlling person with a knife kink or something?"

"I honestly don't know." He responded. "I don't see it either."

You nodded. "You think he'd like the outfit though?"

FP cut the conversation short. "Bed, now." You and Jughead lightly laughed as you all then went to sleep.

The next morning you woke up a lot earlier than the other two. Whenever you slept in a place you weren't used to sleeping in, you always woke up very early. You decided to make the most out of the time you had, and went to your duffle bag.

Jughead woke up the best way he could. He smelled bacon. He walked into the kitchen, groggy and tired, to see you practically shining. "Morning." You smiled at him. "I made pancakes, bacon, and sour bread french toast. What would you like?"

"The works." He sat, a plate of stacked food put in front of him. You knew him too well. He dug in as FP came out of the bathroom and sat down as well, a plate being put in front of him.

He turned off the stove and plugged in a small fan to not make the whole trailer hot. "Where'd you learn to make all this?" FP asked.

"Practice at my house. When it's just you, you don't have to feel bad for screwing up someone else's meal. I got better overtime."

After breakfast you washed the dishes as Jughead combed his hair. "So, you ready for our double date?"

You made a face. "Ugh, that's today. Why was Betty so excited for it?"

"I don't know. She's been talking about getting to know Sweet Pea because one of our best friends is dating him. She said it'll be good for the Southside to stop hating the Northside so much by southsiders getting to know her."

Oh Betty. Such a sweet heart of gold.

When you got to school Kevin immediately came up to you, linking arms. "Oh my God, we have so much to talk about."

"So you heard?"

"From Veronica, who heard from Betty, who heard from Jughead. I knew that wrinkly, sack of bones aunt was evil. Okay, no offense, but her inside kind of shows on her outside."

You laughed. "None taken. I agree, when I look at her I see my mom if she was buried in pet sematary and came back."

He laughed as well. "As much as I love talking about the Wicked Witch of the West and the Good Witch of the South, I wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

"As you know, I'm directing the musical for this year, which I have selected to be Carrie: the Musical."

You nodded. "And a good choice too. I think we all know who's going to be lead."

"Pretty much, but there is another role that I think will be perfect for a certain person."

"Which is?"

"I want you to play the role of Chris Hargensen!" He smiled brightly as you, anxious. You loved musicals, but you weren't much for performing in front of others. However, seeing the smile on Kevin's face caused you to give in. You would do anything for Kevin. He was your best friend.

"Sure." You smiled back.

He excitedly hugged you. "Oh my God, this is perfect. It's a good thing you said yes, because I already wrote down the cast list and was on my way to post it on the bulletin board."

"Gee thanks."

"It's fine, Veronica was going to be my backup in case you said no." Kevin took out the paper from his satchel and posted it, people shoving past the two of you to see the list. "First meeting starts tomorrow after school."

The bell rang. "Alrighty then. I'll see you later."

The day went by a little too quickly for your likely. School ended, and Betty told you to meet them at Pop's at 4. You walked out of the PE locker rooms, which happens to be your sixth period, to see Sweet Pea waiting for you. "How are you so quick?"

"I'm just that good sweetheart." He smirked.

You laughed and lightly nudged his shoulder. "No need to brag. I was close behind you." He only responded with an unsure sounding Mm. You fake pout.

"Put the pout away." He hugged you from behind as the both of you walked to his motorcycle. "I'm here." You snapped your head and looked at him with a wild smile. He didn't know whether to be confused or nervous.

"That was the most adorable thing I have every heard! I fell for a teddy bear."

He felt offended. "I'm not a teddy bear, I'm a serpent. Nobody adorable would have a neck tattoo."

You giggled. "So cute."

You made it to his bike, and he grumpily let go of you to hop on, but you grabbed his hand to stop him. He sighed and leaned on the bike. You leaned onto him, his hands unconsciously finding your waist.

"I know you're not just a cuddly teddy bear. You're tall and dark and brooding and a mystery that people can't seem to solve. You're a badass who has a neck tattoo. You're a serpent. I know all that, but I also know that you can be a softie sometimes, and there's nothing wrong with that."

He then gently said, "I'm only soft for you."

You were about to kiss before you heard laughing. You pulled back and saw Fangs standing right next to the two of you. "I'm only soft for you? Yeah, that's something any chick would want to hear." You both stared at him, Sweet Pea fuming. "Oh, right, I'm not here."

Sweet Pea then quickly got up and chased Fangs through the parking lot as you patiently waited for your boyfriend while leaning on his bike. When he came back breathing hard with ruffled hair you smiled. "You good now?"

He walked straight up to you and pulled you in for a deep kiss. You were surprised, but quickly reciprocated. When he pulled back you were gasping for breath.

"All good. Let's go to that damn double date." You were still in a daze and extremely flustered, so all you did was nod and grab onto him as the two of you sped off.

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Author's Note: Sorry that this was a little shorter than usual, and not much really happened either.

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101 Ways To Kill Bucky Barnes

Chapter 12

You stood there in front of Bucky, the corner of his mouth pulled back, his eyes soft as he looked at you. For a split second it made your heart flutter, and you found yourself smiling up at him. Slowly he reached forward and took the bow from you, he gently grasp an arrow from the rack next you, his eyes never leaving yours as he did.

Bucky carefully brought the bow up, aiming it toward the target with barely a glance. He kept your eye contact as he placed the arrow on his knuckles and pulled the string back. His face had the soft remaining glow of the sun and his eyes looked a paler blue because of it. Did he really have to be so handsome? He really was going to make it hard to kill him.

With a whisk, the arrow sprung forward, those captivating blues never leaving yours. You looked out the corner of your eye and saw he had hit the bulls eye dead center without ever looking over. Not that there had been any doubt on how deadly the man was but it still impressed you, not that you would ever let on.

"Show off." You smirked with a raise of your an eyebrow as you crossed your arms.

"Maybe just a bit." He smirked back as he set the bow down. "Maybe I'm trying to impress you.. is it working?"

"Hmm, shooting an arrow without barely glancing? I don't know, how well can you throw an axe?" You responded slowly brushing past him heading towards the ax throwing booth. Your heart slowly started to speed up, you calmed yourself down, reminding yourself that he was a hit.

    "I was an assassin, do you really think I can't throw an ax?" He chuckled, following over. Well, I'm an assassin, you thought to yourself, and I stuck at the bow and arrows. Show off.

    "I guess I'll have to be the judge of that." You retorted picking up the weapon, you tested the weight, getting the feel of it. The gentleman behind the table was middle aged and clean cut, he gave you smile as Bucky approached. You wondered how he would react when the ax would embed in Bucky's skull. Would he be the type freak out? Would he remain calm while calling the cops? People always responded so differently, they could be unpredictable.

    "Oh really?" He remarked, grabbing the other as he handed the man some money in return, snapping you back to the present. "Guess I'll have to show you, weapons are my specialty."

      Bucky raised the weapon above his head, the orange glow of the sun catching on the edge, glittering across the surface. You could count the nicks in the blade, and could tell it needed to be sharpened. He held the item only the left arm, the metal one, in a way it would be completely unfair his he was using the arm that was technically advanced from the rest of his body.

      You caught a glimpse of skin as his shirt hem pulled up away from the waist band of his pants. You shook your head, pushing the thought of how smooth his skin looked. Your own was scar battered, marbled in pinks and crimson depending on which scar and how long it had been. An assassin with no visible marks was generally one not to be trusted, but knowing his body count and the fact he was born in a whole other time made him a rare exception.

     You studied his form, his body was perfect. The way he held his back, the position of legs. It was all so prefect, poised and ready to strike, like a cobra moments before it struck out at it's prey. The way you could see him calculating the distance to the target, it was almost effortless in the way he did it.

       You watched him as he hurtled the ax forward, it flipped threw the air blade over handle, over and over. The semi sharp edge imbedding deep within the wooden log with a red and white target painted on. He turned you with a sly smile plastered on his face, it wasn't smug like it could of been, but more cheeky then anything. You giggled at him, shaking your head as you began to lift the weapon up.

    "How about we make a bet." Bucky blurted out, catching you, peaking your interest.

     "A bet? Like what?" You asked, lowering the ax to your shoulder. You looked around as the crowd around you moved with ease. A child somewhere in the distance belt out in laughter.

     "You miss hit the target, you come back to the tower with me." He stated, you blinked a couple of times at his boldness. "I didn't.. mean like.. I.. nothing sexual, just somewhere to go. Maybe just hang around and talk."

    "And if I hit my target?" You asked, cocking your head to the side, did he have to be adorable when he tripped over his words.

    "We hang around here all night, maybe, watch the joust or something." He replied rubbing the back of his neck gently.

“That’s great and all but the joust is over.” You giggles at him.

“You get what I mean, we could just hang around here, I’m sure there is plenty for us to do.” He replied shaking his head.

    You pondered the bet to yourself. You nodded before turning toward the makeshift target, slowly you lift the weapon above your head. The gouge in the red and white from previous throws, wood chipped out. You took a long slow deep breath, shifting your feet abit to get a better stance. The sun was about set, casting its last rays of orange light over the both of you.

To bad time was up, you needed to end this before it went on any longer. With the right arc it would hit the base and come back toward you both. That’s all you had to do was throw it with the right arc and strength. And bye bye Bucky Barnes. Slowly you took a deep breath in before swinging the ax forward, releasing it at just at the right time. You watched as it flipped end of end cutting through through the air with ease.

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