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Love Me Like You Do~Part 2

Juice Ortiz X Reader

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Clay, Jax, Opie, Bobby, Tig, Piney and Juice all arrived back at the Clubhouse, signaling for the others to join them in Chapel.

Happy and Chibs left the shop to follow. Inside, Clay hit the gavel to get started.

“Chibs, Hap, you guys remember Piney’s daughter (Y/N)?”

“Aye.” Chibs replied. Happy nodding.

“She’s back. Settling down back in Charming. She’s opening a little roadside bar on the outskirts of town. I want a protection detail on her so no one messes with her. She’ll be living there, too. Said there’s an apartment type house out back.” Piney said to the group.

“Agreed.” Everyone said.

“What cut will we take for the protection?” Clay asked.

Opie and Jax scoffed. “Really, Clay? She’s family. You expect her to pay us a fee for watching over her?”

He shrugged. “This Club is in the business of protection.”

“Then take my part. I’ll pay to protect my daughter.”

“No disrespect, Pres, but I don’t feel right asking her to do that. Like Jax said, she’s family.” Tig chimes in.

“Put it to a vote. Protection for (Y/N) free of charge?” Clay asked.

All hands went up. He sighed. He slammed the gavel down. “Any new business?”

“Things with the Irish are on track. All looks well for awhile longer.” Chibs said.

“Books are straight. Still in the black for a few more months.” Bobby replied.

Clay nodded. “Good. Meeting adjourned.”

Opie, Jax and Juice walked to the bar where the Prospect, Half-Sack, was.

“Listen, Opie’s little sister is back. I’m going to need you to go with Juice tomorrow and give her a hand with anything she needs. She’s got crews coming in but she needs things moved out.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“I’ll go, too. Don’t have any repairs due tomorrow.” Happy said.

“Juice, do me a favor. When you help her set up the security cameras, make sure to set some up around the back facing her apartment. I want to make sure she stays safe.” Opie got close.

“Of course. I’ll see what system she wants and set it all up. I’ll make a backup location for all feeds to my laptop here, just in case.”

“One more thing. The two of you are close in age. Besides my wife and kids, she’s everything to me. Don’t try any funny business with her. Understand?”

Juice nodded. “Yeah. Got it.”

Jax stood behind them smirking. Opie slapped the Puerto Rican’s back. “Good. Now, I’ve got to get home and let Donna know to cook extra.”

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As I drove to Donna and Opie’s for dinner, I couldn’t help but look around at how much things changed around Charming over the last three years. Taking note to try out the coffee shop, I turned down the little street that led to my brother’s.

As I neared the house, I seen Kenny and Ellie out front playing. When I pulled in, they instantly started yelling.

“Aunt (Y/N)!”

“We missed you!”

I hugged them both to me. “I missed you guys! My goodness y’all have grown!”

Kenny looked behind me. “Whoa. Cool car! What kind is it?”

“This my little man is a 1970 Dodge Challenger in special order Purple. My Grandpa had this restored for me for my birthday last year.”

“Can I drive it?”

“I don’t think so.”

I turned around and smiled. “Hi, Donna!”

She smiled back and held her arms out. “Hi, (Y/N). It’s good to see you again.”

“Come on. Let’s washed up. Dinner is almost ready.”

Dinner was a wonderland event. Catching up with my niece and nephew on school and sports. After dinner and dessert, I helped get Kenny and Ellie ready for bed and then joined Opie and Donna on the porch.

“It’s good to have you back. Opie hasn’t stopped smiling since he came home. Kept trying to get it out of him why but he just told me it was a surprise.”

I sat back in the rocking chair. “It’s good to be back. I can’t wait to get started on the bar tomorrow.”

“Juice will be there with Kip and Happy. Later on me and Jax will come by.”

“You still stay at home?” I asked Donna.

“Yeah. Sometimes I think about going back to work though. I usually sit here bored when Al the housework is done and kids are in school.”

I gave her a smile and leaned over. “Well, I’d like to make an offer. You can take it if you want. Discuss it with brother dearest here. I’d like to offer you a job working with me. I’d pay you $10 an hour, make your own hours around the kids. Weekends if you want and you keep all tips. Plus I have an apartment out back the kids can hang out in if you don’t have a sitter.”

She was speechless. I looked at my watch and stood. “I’ll leave you two to discuss. If you want the job, it’s yours. I’ll be up early tomorrow to get ready for everyone to show up to work. So come on by if you do.” I gave them a hug before I left, and a kiss to the side of my head from Opie.

“Thank you, sis.”

I gave him a wink before I headed off.

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“Juice, we’re ready in ten.” Happy stuck his head in my dorm room.

“Yeah. Im coming.” He zipped his backpack up and slug it on his shoulder.

Juice couldn’t think of anything other than (Y/N) since he met her yesterday. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of seeing her again. He couldn’t help but think she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. What drew him to her the most was her curves. She had curves in all the right places and she knew how to carry herself. A smile crept on his face at the thought of spending time with her setting up her security cameras and being close to her.

It didn’t take long for the three bikers to pull up to the old bar. Juice couldn’t help but eye the car that sat out front.

“Damn. If that’s her’s, little girl has style.” Happy spoke.

“As a matter of fact, Hap, it is. A birthday gift last year from Grandfather.”

(Y/N) stood on the steps, hands on her hips. Juice’s breath caught as he looked at her. She stood there in a purple sequined tank top, blue jean shorts that showed her thick legs and biker boots. Her (y/c/h) was pulled up away from her face.

“Hey, little girl.”

She smiled as she came down the steps. “Hey, Hap. Good to see you again. It’s been ages.”

Happy nodded. She then turned her attention to Juice and Kip. “You must be the Prospect, Kip. I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you.” Kip said, hands in his pockets.

“Good to see you again, Juice.” She smiled at him.

“You, too.”

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“Well, let’s get inside and get started. I got coffee and donuts inside for you guys. Let me show you two what I need done then Juice and I have some business in the office.”

I waved the guys inside and gave Happy and Kip instructions to what I needed. Before they could get started, Donna walked in.

I smiled. “Does this mean you want the job?”

“I want the job. Ope and I talked about it. Making my own hours could help and the extra money would be a plus.”

I gave her a hug. “I’m so happy.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “Now, I’ve got security business to work on. Could you keep these two in line and make sure they don’t take too many coffee breaks? I need all this cleared out so we can get repairs done.”

“You got it.” Donna put her bag on the counter and started helping Kip and Happy.

I turned to Juice. “Looks like we’re together. The office is this way. It’s big enough to store all the monitors and such. I had the best security system delivered. I just have no clue on how to set everything up.” I chuckled.

Juice chuckled and smiled. “That’s what I’m here for. I can get you set up in a jiff.”

The two of us sat for a few hours, discussing every angle inside and out where to put the cameras. One on each corner on the outside, both sides of the bar for multiple angles and facing the bathrooms and in the kitchen. Lastly, he told me my dad and brother wanted one facing my apartment. I agreed.

As I watched him put up all the cameras and angle them, me looking down at the laptop every once in awhile to make sure it was set, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. The way his biceps moved under his shirt and the sweat rolling off his tan skin.

“Alright. I think that does it. Let’s go take a look at all of them.” He climbed down, bringing me from my daydreaming.

We walked back into my office and he showed my how to switch the cameras and how to back them up.

“Now, this here is where all feeds are stored. I also made a backup file that goes directly to my laptop as a precaution in case something should happen. It’s always with me at the clubhouse or my place.”

I turned to him and smiled. “Thanks, Juice. I really appreciate it.”

He gave me a breathtaking smile and looked down. “No problem.”

“(Y/N)? Jax and Opie are here with the others.” Donna said from the office door.

I gave her a nod and Juice and I walked out to the main bar. Opie was unloading bags of takeout for everyone and Jax was passing out drinks.

“Well, there’s my favorite Lass!”

“Chibsy! My favorite Scotsman!”

We hugged each other tight before we all sat down to eat. Opie brought my favorite from the Chinese place and Jax remembered my favorite beer.

“So, sis, any names for this place?”

I nodded. “Pop quiz time, big bro. Let’s see if you can guess. What’s my favorite color?”

“Purple.”

“And my favorite gemstone that’s purple?”

“Amethyst.”

“Correct. Now, where is this place sitting?”

“Outer edge of Charming?” He asked questionably.

I raised my brows and waved my hands at him.

“Amethyst Edge?”

I turned to my new favorite Puerto Rican and pointed. “Brownie points to Juicy Boy! Yes. Amethyst Edge. I was approved for the name. My business license will be in soon and all I need is a fancy schmancy sign and I’ll be set.”

“I can draw you up some designs. Find one you like I got a guy who can make it.” Happy spoke up.

“Thanks, Hap.”

The rest of the day went smoothly. The guys finished getting all the old booths and tables out, the crew was halfway finished redoing the kitchen area and me and Donna worked on a menu for food and sending out an ad in the local paper for help.

The day was winding down and everyone was heading home, promises of seeing me again the next day. As I was locking the front door, I heard my name being called.

“Hey, (Y/N). Listen, if you need anything, you know, security system wise, here’s my number. Don’t be afraid to call or anything.”

I took the paper with Juice’s number on it. “Thanks. I’ll send you a text later so you can have my number, too.”

He gave me a smile that sent a shiver down my spine. I watched as he climbed on his bike and drove away. I went to my little apartment, grabbed my pajamas and showered. Once done, I laid in my bed and grabbed my phone and the slip of paper beside it.

*Hey, it’s (Y/N)*

*Hey. Got you saved. :)*

*Awesome. See you tomorrow?*

*Yeah. I’ll be there after work.*

*Okay. See you then. Goodnight.*

*Goodnight, (Y/N)*

[lexkent]

I've been accepted into grad school in a neighboring state and in the city I've lived in for the past 10 years, and I'm rotting from the inside out trying to come to a decision

pros for staying: I love my second floor apartment with a balcony and feel comfortable that the landlord isn't some monster. It would be so much easier to stay put. I have a summer and fall job secured here. the classes are regular M-F. there's a part time option if it gets to be too much. I have 1 cousin moving here for grad school (different school same city). there's a better chance of meeting fellow lgbt people here. this is a fun and diverse city with a never ending selection of things to do.

cons for staying: I already spent 4 years at this school so there isn't that thrill of going to a new university it would almost feel like returning to high school. I don’t feel a ton of school pride. it's not particularly safe here (I regularly hear gunshots, etc from my apartment.) I'm tired of the stress of the Mad Max driving situation here. I can't go on night walks without needing to be aware of my surroundings. I don't think I would want to be a Beginner social worker here (though I do want to return someday with more skills and experience). I feel like 10+ years is a long time to live in just one city. my therapist would be low key disappointed if I stayed. staying might feel like settling.

pros for leaving: it's exciting to go to a new school. smaller class sizes should mean a better chance to connect with professors and better chance to get an assistantship to help cover tuition. I could go on walks at night without needing to look over my shoulder. I would prefer to be a Beginner social worker in this city. new city means new places and parks to explore. my therapist seems to think going here and having a fresh start would be most beneficial to me. some cousins and friends are within 1.5 hours of this city. Ceno should be moving there soon!! I've been approved for an apartment with a deck.

cons for leaving: I hate moving more than anything in the world no matter how much I mentally prepare myself it's always 100x worse than I imagined. classes are Friday and Saturday (how am I supposed to drive home and see family/friends with 2 years of weekend classes?) middle of nowhere city. lack of diversity. I don't have a summer job lined up. there is always risk and uncertainty signing with new landlords because they can make your life total hell. it has been near impossible to find an apartment that allows cats I've been looking every day for months. I was just accepted for an apartment i like (though I learned it is ground floor despite the listed pictures which means my cats won't be able to freely enjoy the outdoor deck space like they could with a balcony and there could be a safety issue considering open windows) but with 1st month rent + security deposit + $600 cat fee + $70 cat rent, my bank account is going to wiped out to nothing (I've been crying lol)

[mackjlee9]

Kenny Rossmore x Male!Reader [Fluff]

part 2. »»»

Masterlist.

We're the Millers

Being the last one to get in, (M/n) closed the door and found a comfortable spot near Kenny, not really interested in anything else other than taking care of his best friend for the whole duration of this trip.

He almost couldn't believe he found himself involved in David's problems just because Kenny wanted to be part of the plan, and then that girl, Casey, joined in as well. She was -somewhat responsible- for everything that happened, at least in the way (M/n) viewed it.

If she had been getting robbed somewhere else, Kenny wouldn't have gone out to help her, and then it comes to the part where, if she hadn't run away from her parents' house, nothing would've happened.

But oh well, it was too late and useless to put the blame on everyone other than David. He was the drug dealer in the first place, he should've known better than to get between the robbers and the girl getting robbed.

In all honesty, he just didn't want to get Kenny into anything dangerous, perhaps he tried too hard. But no way was he gonna let Kenny go, all by himself, with someone like David Clark. Rose might be nice at times, but (M/n) never got along with her... And that was probably because Kenny was, somewhat, attracted to the older woman.

Well, there's no point in dwelling in the past, they're already wrapped in this whole mess. And he's winning fifty thousand dollars out of this job.

David was freaking mad when he heard him, "50k?! What do you need so much money for?! You're just a kid!"

"I need to pay for my and Kenny's university fees, David, so you pay me... Or I'll tell your boss and... The DEA," in the end, they made a deal.

And now, he was stuck in a situation that could've easily been avoided, but Kenny always had that "hero complex", he wanted to help and save everyone but alas it rarely ever worked, he might be over 6 feet tall, but he looks too innocent and naive still, so no one finds him intimidating.

"See? Even this loser here wants to see them!" The sound of Casey's voice caught his attention, and he looked up to glare at her. He was about to get up and make her apologize for calling Kenny "loser", but she started chanting 'fireworks!' over and over again.

And David didn't like that, at all. He stopped the trailer and turned on his seat to look at every one. He didn't pay much attention to what was happening, and ultimately, decided to turn back to his phone, and his music.

After that, they continued with their way, but not without lighting up a single firework that (M/n) didn't bother coming out to watch.

//////

The four of them looked around the place, seeing all the drugs that had to be loaded in the trailer. It was definitely more than just a smidge... They were fucked, genuinely.

"Kenny, (M/n)... Watch the pot," and David left, along with Rose and Casey. (M/n) huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm gonna kill that stupid old man..." (M/n) mumbled to himself as they left and got in the RV again, along with a basket of fresh fruit brought in by Kenny, ready to cross the border back to the country. But of course, things weren't going to go smoothly when you had someone like David driving.

They were stopped by a cop, who thankfully accepted bribery but... They didn't have that money, at least not yet, but the officer was open to taking another kind of bribery. And of course, David saw his way out of this whole ordeal, only to have his dreams crushed when he was informed that...

The officer wasn't straight.

"Serves you right, asshole," (M/n) felt Kenny lightly tapping his shoulder, in a way to tell him to stay quiet or not say that about Mr.Clark, but he couldn't care less.

Ever since (M/n) found out Kenny had a drug dealer as a neighbour, he's made it his duty to stay with him and protect him from David, Kenny was too nice to see the bad in others, hence why he got picked on a lot in school, however, (M/n) was always there to stand up for him. It's been that way since they were kids, and he wasn't gonna stop now.

"Alright, Kenny... You're up," David stood up from his seat and took Kenny out of the RV, of course, (M/n) panicked and followed after them.

"Are you fucking serious, David?!" He walked out, screaming in rage, and David rolled his eyes, done with (M/n)'s attitude.

"Yes, I am serious, he can get us out of this mess-" (M/n) stood in front of Kenny, standing up to protect him.

"The mess that you got yourself involved in, so maybe you should go suck mister officer off yourself, instead of asking a kid to do it for you!" Kenny looked back and forth between his best friend and his fake dad, unsure of what to do, "He's not gonna do it."

"I'm not a kid-"

"Then I'm sure you can take his place," (M/n) stayed silent for a few seconds, his jaw clenched as he glared at David, glancing over his shoulder to stare at the police officer, waiting at a safe distance from them, "I doubt you would want Kenny to get arrested because you couldn't do something he could've done easily."

He took a few deep breaths, closing his hands tight in fists, "Fine... I'll do it."

"No, (M/n), you don't have to-" Kenny held (M/n)'s wrist, trying to pull him back, making the (h/c) haired male turn toward him.

"It's okay, Kenny, go back inside-" he glanced at David and saw him tapping his wristwatch, mouthing 'tic, tac' at him, "Just go back inside, please... Casey!" He called for the teen girl who stood by the open door next to Rose, "Don't let him out," while he dragged Kenny back into the RV, he ignored the blond's complaining, saying he could do it, that he didn't have to do this for him, but (M/n) ignored him and turned back to look at David, who had a smirk on his face.

He walked closer to him until they were face to face, and he glared at the old man.

"Make sure you add 10k to the fifty you owe me, asshole," and his smirk was gone, replaced by a frown.

"Depends on how good you do, kid," they began walking closer to the officer, and he could faintly hear Kenny calling for him from inside the RV, "Now, this what you're gonna do-."

"I know what I have to do old man," David looked at him with raised eyebrows but (M/n) didn't realize.

"Hey! What's going on?" The officer came by and stopped in front of them, "Somebody sucking my dick or am I getting a thousand pesos?"

(M/n) looked at the officer and then back at David, who looked baffled at the new word he heard, "Pesos? You are a fucking idiot!"

(M/n) paced around annoyed, watching how David gave a hundred bucks to the officer, who left them be after blowing him a kiss. He felt shivers down his spine and turned around, stumping his way back to the RV, where Casey and Rose had been waiting for them to come back.

He opened the door and walked past Kenny, heading to the back of the trailer and finding a comfortable spot to sit on. A few minutes later, he got bored of his phone and Kenny came in, sitting next to him.

"Thank you for... Taking my spot, you didn't have to do that, (M/n)," he looked at Kenny from the corner of his eye, slowly turning to look at him, shrugging it off as if it was nothing, "Were you really going to...? Y'know, suck him off?"

Kenny's question almost made (M/n) laugh, "Well, my plan was to punch him hard enough until he passed out so we could escape but... Didn't have to do that after all."

//////

(M/n) and Kenny were having fun in the back playing games on their phones together, when Casey came up to them with the Mexican sombreros.

And apparently, there was another RV right next to them, so she was ushering them to come out and be together.

"We're David and Rose Miller," he looked back and saw the three teens behind them, "My daughter, Casey," she leaned over to wave 'hello', "My son, Kenny, and his best friend, (M/n)."

Both of them leaned too, one less enthusiastic than the other, (M/n) wasn't good at meeting new people, he closed off easily in public so he hoped this was the only interaction they were gonna have with this family.

"Oh, it's so nice that you brought your son's best friend! I'm sure they are having fun together!" The lady in the other trailer exclaimed, as if moved by David's kindness, but judging by the smirk on his face, (M/n) knew he was gonna say something irrelevant.

"Well, his parents hate him and they're never home, so we took that role for them," David glanced back at him, ignoring how awkward he made the atmosphere with the unknown family next to them.

"Fuck you," he whispered in response and sat back down in one of the empty seats at the front.

Finally, it seemed like things were going by smoothly, but the car at the front was found with a pot, so now they had to wear their sombreros and smile wide like idiots just to pass as a nice family who came back from their vacation in Mexico.

But well, not everything seemed to be going to shit, seeing how illegal immigrants were crossing the border so the guards had more important stuff to worry about at the moment, so they made their way back into the RV and continued their way.

(M/n) put his phone to charge and sat next to Kenny, thinking of maybe taking a nap until they arrived, when David turned on the radio and Waterfalls began playing. He fixed his sitting position and looked at Kenny, knowing it was his favourite song, and he waited patiently to hear him sing and rap along with it.

Moments like this with Kenny, chill and lighthearted, never failed to enhance his feelings for him. Despite knowing how wrong it was to like his best friend as something more, (M/n) didn't really mind it, he could take the unrequited love any day if it was Kenny.

//////

(M/n) was looking out the window of the RV, lost in thought, completely unaware of how Rose, Casey and David were talking about Kenny, watching him talking to Melissa, the only child of the Fitzgerald family they found themselves camping with.

"She would be the luckiest girl..." The three of them stopped talking when they heard (M/n), watching Kenny with a sad look in his eyes, "He just has to be brave and say it."

David made eye contact with Casey and Rose, who shrugged and remained quiet, "I thought you liked Kenny?"

(M/n) scoffed a humourless laugh, trying to sound cheerful but failing, "Yeah... He's not into guys, believe me, I've tried, so..." He took a deep breath and looked down at his hands, "I don't know, kinda gave up."

After that, the air got a little tense, until Rose convinced David to go out there and talk to Kenny, help him a little and (M/n) stood up, sitting on the steps of the RV as the door remained open, staring up at the night sky.

"Count to three and then do it, because you're gonna overthink it and that... Will drive you crazy," well, that wasn't a half bad advice coming from someone like David. (M/n) watched how the old man got up and Rose walked next to him, stepping out of the RV.

And there was Kenny, making his way back inside.

"Hey, you good?" He stood up and walked in, closing the door behind them and sitting on the empty sofa. Casey was sitting across from them, blasting her music and staring at her phone, "I saw... What happened with Melissa."

Kenny shifted awkwardly, but he noticed (M/n) wasn't looking at him, he was staring at the floor. Then he remembered how (M/n) had dated quite a few people so maybe he could explain to him what he could do, even if he got advice from David, someone his age, and his best friend, would give better advice. Or so he thought.

"Can you help me, (M/n)?" Kenny watched how he froze in place and slowly looked up at him, making eye contact, "Teach me how to kiss-"

He hurried to cover Kenny's mouth before he could keep talking, glancing over at Casey who was still minding her business, even so, (M/n) decided to drag Kenny to the back room of the RV, he didn't want her to hear and make fun of his best friend just because he hadn't had his first kiss yet.

They sat together and after making sure no one was coming with them, he looked at Kenny, a serious expression on his face.

"You want me... To teach you how to kiss?" (M/n) watched how he nodded frantically, licking his lips nervously, something that he didn't miss, although he tried to not make it obvious that he was staring at Kenny's glossy lips, "You know there's nothing I can teach you unless... I physically teach you, right?"

At that, Kenny seemed a little more hesitant, and (M/n) wanted to smack himself because he might've ruined his only chance to ever kiss Kenny, so he decided he was gonna count to three, and then say it. One... Two... Three.

"If you really wanna kiss Melissa I can teach you, it... Doesn't have to mean anything," (M/n) shrugged in a way to appear more nonchalant, but the truth is, his heart felt ready to burst, "We've been best friends for over ten years, a kiss is not gonna change that, Kenny."

"But... I don't want my first kiss to be with a guy," okay, that was kinda painful, but at least he didn't say he didn't want to do it because it was him.

(M/n) tried to come up with an excuse, something easy that could ease Kenny's nerves... Oh, he got it, "Well, we can just pretend it never happened, that way your first real kiss will be with Melissa," he chuckled in a way that seemed real, and he was glad Kenny bought his excuse and was convinced.

"If you put it like that..." Kenny looked at (M/n), seeing how he was patiently waiting for his response, "Okay," he sighed and fixed his sitting position, feeling incredibly tense.

(M/n) noticed and laughed, a real laugh, and turned to slightly face Kenny, placing his hands on the blond's shoulders, "Hey, relax, kissing a guy is no different than kissing a girl, alright?" Kenny nodded and took a deep, shaky breath, his body loosing up and shifting around to face (M/n) as well, "We'll stop when you feel like stopping, okay? Don't wanna scare you too bad."

He didn't want to admit that, in reality, (M/n) was trying to calm himself, he was beyond excited and scared shitless, he felt like he was gonna throw up from how much his stomach was tingling, and it felt like it was stuck in his throat, and he could only hear the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He was getting dizzy, the thought of getting to kiss Kenny, his best friend, and one-sided love made him extremely happy.

But it won't mean anything to Kenny, while it will be a dream come true for (M/n).

Despite all the experience he's had kissing girls and guys alike for the past few years, nothing could compare to this moment in time, he never felt his way, not even when he had his first kiss.

"Alright, first of... Close your eyes," Kenny squirmed while mumbling 'ah, yes', and closed his eyes. (M/n) could see how much he was shaking, whether it was because he was nervous or scared, he didn't know, all (M/n) knew was what he was feeling as he slowly leaned closer to Kenny, "You ready?" He whispered so as to not scare him, and he watched how he slowly nodded.

(M/n) leaned in and pressed his lips on Kenny's, his eyes closing as he closed his hands tightly, resisting the urge to hold his face and kiss him over and over again.

After a few seconds, Kenny backed away, and (M/n) was scared he might've done something wrong, "That's it?" He couldn't hold back his chuckle.

"Well, that was a peck, not really a kiss..." Kenny nodded and shifted closer to (M/n), "Kenny?"

"Can we do it? A kiss?" Oh my- the way Kenny's voice sounded and how he was looking at him with those green eyes almost made (M/n)'s brain short-circuit.

"S-sure, this is... Me teaching you how to kiss after all, you have to learn..." (M/n) felt himself getting more nervous when he realized Kenny was the one leaning in now.

"Can I try something?" Feeling Kenny's hand gently holding his face sent shivers down his spine, even if his touch was warm against his skin.

Scared of stuttering and letting Kenny know how this whole situation actually affected him, (M/n) nodded, feeling proud that Kenny would want to take the initiative this time around, even if it was at the expense of his poor heart.

And he soon felt Kenny's lips pressed on his again. He took a deep breath through his nose and closed his eyes, relaxing under Kenny's hold and letting him take the lead and set the pace. Although, as he was still learning, it was getting a little messy, so (M/n) couldn't help but let a small smile grow on his face, reaching his hand up to hold to Kenny's wrist, pulling away the slightest bit, their lips gracing and breaths mixing.

"Easy, no need to rush..." (M/n) noticed how rapid Kenny's breath was, and he pressed their foreheads together, "Breath slowly and through your nose, okay? You're doing good."

"Really?" Kenny's voice trembled and for a moment (M/n) thought there might be a possibility of him enjoying his kisses, but he didn't let that thought last, pushing it away where it wouldn't cause hope to rise.

"Really," and with that, Kenny held (M/n)'s face in both his hands, leaned in the few inches keeping them apart, and kissed again.

Their lips moved slowly against each other, and (M/n) tried to prevent his body from trembling at the sensation of Kenny's lips and touch on him, keeping his breathing as steady and levelled as he could while his mind and heart were racing against each other. His mind told him this was wrong and it would only cause him more pain when Kenny got together with Melissa. But his heart...

His heart told him to enjoy this moment they were having together, treasure it and never forget how gentle and sweet Kenny's kisses felt like.

After a few minutes, they pulled away, trying to steady their breathing the best they could, "Was that good?" (M/n) whispered, slightly pulling back to look into Kenny's eyes.

"Yeah..." He mumbled, as if he was in a daze, his sight stuck staring at (M/n)'s lips, "Can we keep going...?"

He almost choked with his spit, but he managed to hide it, and he nodded, "I told you... We'll stop when you feel like it, Kenny."

"Good, 'cause I don't want to stop."

The kisses that followed were more intense, more needy, filled with want and... Perhaps desire, maybe even a spark of love.

Kenny almost didn't want to admit it, but (M/n) was an amazing kisser, and he found himself just wanting more of him- of his best friend, completely unaware of how his thoughts regarding Melissa had completely abandoned his mind long ago. He could only think about continuing to make out with (M/n), enjoying their time without "parents" around.

[wendyslegalwife]

Could you please write a Wendy x femreader fluff!(I’ve been so obsessed with her these days)

I’d love to see a cute story of how reader and Wendy’s first kiss was like🫶!!

Entitled: My heart went, boop!

Wendyxfemreader

Warnings: maybe slight angst?

Genre: fluff

✸ Both of you have been the bestest of friends since elementary days, wendy was one of the popular girls meanwhile you were the quiet academic achiever. You both became friends because of a special science project, you were paired by your science teacher to be with wendy and that's when it all started of the two of you being the best buddies.

During Freshman year, both of you were rocking throughout the whole school year having high grades, awards, and even the topping the whole class! By your help wendy couldn't have done all of this without you and your kind heart. She would always treat you with lots of foods, plushies, and all the things you could think of. Despite refusing her offers she always insisted with an honest heart which made you feel happy.

One day you were both at your favorite area in the school, it was only the two of you who knew this spot which was perfect. "Yah y/n you know I think we should try something different?" You looked deep into her eyes, "owh and what is that wannie?" Wendy blushed lightly. "Yah! Kim y/n! you really have to stop calling me that.." You smiled at her adorable face. "Why is it because you like it?, owh what is that! Your blushing wannie.."

Wendy pouted and crossed her arms feeling annoyed yet she loves the nickname you gave for her, wannie, wannie. It just keeps ringing in her head she loves it whenever you call her "wannie". "Ugh whatever! anyways I wanted to hangout with you after school today, would you like to go to my house?"

You nodded, "Yes I'd love that wannie, but will your parents be home?" Wendy shook her head "nope they're not home they will be out of town for a month so I have to be responsible for myself." "Aww you poor thing no more mommy or daddy's credit card to use hm?" You laughed softly as she stared at you in pure disbelief, "well they left some cash at least.. But no more shopping for me"

✦–—— ✣ Time Skip ✣ ——–✦

School was finally finished, at last the both of you were finally able to do whatever you'd like, history class really made you joyful and energized. As for wendy she was sleeping the whole entire class which she was lucky enough not being caught because a book was covering her face.

Wendy linked arms with you as you both walk out of class, you unlocked your bicycle and so did wendy together you both drove out of school the fresh breeze brushing against your soft skin. It took about a 6-10 minute drive to Wendy's house, you both parked your bicycles inside the garage before you both sat down comfortably on the couch.

Wendy huffed, "Waahh! Finally school is over, what do you want to do y/n?" You looked at her with a grin. "I actually been wanting to go to the beach near my home, it's a pretty long road but still it's worth it. The sunset there is beautiful." "Yeah sure! Let me go grab something from my room first.."

Wendy hurriedly entered her room going through her drawers before finding the gift she's been wanting to give to you, she sat down close to you and smiled happily as she handed you the present. "Surprise! Happy birthday y/n!" Your eyes widened with surprise and happiness, "Thank you so much wannie-ya! Hmm I wonder what is it?"

You slowly opened the gift by untying the beautiful pink ribbon and unwrapping the paper, there you see a big adorable plushie it was my melody! That one plush you've been wanting for so long, you couldn't earn for it since you had to focus on earning for your tuition fees. "O-oh my wannie, it's the plush I've been telling you for so long aww.." You felt a tear in your eye, "Thank you very much wannie, it's beautiful.." "You're always welcome y/n, anything for my sweet girl and also I bought the kuromi one so we can match our plushies." Wendy then showed her kuromi plush happily to you with a wide smile on her face.

"It's so precious, they're just like us! Besties!" Wendy forced a slightly weak smile on her face hearing you say that word. "Besties" only if you knew how much she loved you more than a friend, you mean so much to her more than you knew but she didn't know the right timing to tell you so. "Yes! Besties.." A weak forced voice came out of Wendy's throat.

"Well let's go to the beach now? We can't miss the beautiful sunset" "Yes let's go now.."

Both of you went out and unlocked your bicycles, before driving out going to the nearest beach which was a long road to drive on but it was worth the wait. After driving for what felt like an hour you both arrived at the beach.

You both ran towards the beach, running and laughing happily like there's no tomorrow. "Yah y/n don't run there! You might slip and fall.." "No no I won't!" Wendy felt worried so she decided to run to you but then she accidentally slips making her fall ontop of you. "Ah wannie are you okay?" You looked at her feeling worried. Before wendy could respond she shook her head and stood up, she pulled you up and laughed awkwardly.. "Haha yeah I'm fine.. Sorry.." "No it's fine wannie I'm okay don't worry.. Let's just sit down here and watch the sunset."

You both sat down side by side on the sand, she laid her head on your shoulder as the sun slowly goes down. "The moon is beautiful isn't it?" Wendy spoke softly. "What silly! There's no moon yet, there's still a sun.." Wendy lifted her head up looking at your beautiful face, "I know there isn't a moon.. But there is you." You tilted your head to the side and pouted curiously. "Hmm what does that mean?"..

Wendy didn't speak, she just stared at you as if she we're being pulled into a different dimension, into the abyss, into the unknown.. Finally she took the courage to hold your face onto the palm of her hands before pulling closer and slowly kissing you.. So passionate so heavenly.. At first you felt weird but eventually you gave in and closed your eyes enjoying the kiss. As you we're both kissing the sun slowly went down as the moon rises 🌙.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss creating a pop sound, "w-woah.." Wendy looked down in embarrassment, she covers her face with her hands as she blushes intensely.. "Hey why so shy wannie? You were actually good.."

"I am? Really?.." "Yeah you are, that was really nice.." Wendy pouted. "W-wanna go again?" You gave her a side eye, "you really enjoyed doing that huh?" Wendy immediately got annoyed, she was indenial that she didn't enjoyed kissing you. "N-no! Why would I enjoy that.."

Oh, one more thing your birthday happens to be February 14, 1996 which is valentines day. "You do realize it's valentines right?" You asked wendy, "y-yes I know.. I-I like you.. So much.. D-do you like me back?" Wendy asked nervously, her hands trembling in fear of rejection. You held her soft hands and whispered "I like you too wannie.. Your my world, my sunshine, my love, my darling, and my everything."

Wendy's eyes was filled with tears of joy, she hugged you tightly as if she never wanted to let go of you.. Just wanting to keep you close forever and ever.. "I-I love you so much y/n!.. Happy birthday and valentines day.."

"Happy valentines to you too wannie.. I'm looking forward to our future together." You held onto each other till she fell asleep in your arms.

The end... - wendylegalwife🩵🩵

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Two (Part 3)

We sit in the window of a vegan restaurant and we pick at our sweet potato and quinoa bowls while she goes on about some poetry night she was at last week. She always goes to poetry nights, she insists that she’s moved by the prose, which to me seems like endless spoken word performances about the Ballymun flats, soliloquies about the gentrification of the working class postcodes, references to things that Dubliners love, like the Poolbeg chimneys, which are… just chimneys. 

Marnie is one of those people who loves pretending that she isn’t posh. She can lament about the flats, but she’s never been in or near them. She buys bags of tobacco, skins and filters for five euros when she could easily afford to buy her cigarettes pre-rolled, and does her best to uphold the most neutral of neutral accents, so ambiguous that nobody could ever guess where she’s from. It’s only on rare occasions when she lets her guard down that her plummy, south side accent peeks through and she can’t disguise affiliation with the fee paying school she attended in Blackrock. For both primary and secondary, no less.  

I’ve been to poetry nights with her, but only once or twice, because I hate them.  She likes to sit there and make outraged sounds in the right places, pretending to be furious at the bankers, even though her dad is one and he definitely benefited directly from the housing market crash. The whole reason she’s there though, really, although she’d never admit to such shallowness, is so that she can meet weird, literary boys who go to Trinity. They seem to love her, and I can only ever sit in amazement as she brings me to their tables and watch as she wraps them around her little finger using nothing but clever words and conspiratorial little smiles. None of them are that handsome, they’re all a bit gawky, and usually after a couple of weeks of knowing her they’ll do something earnest like write a poem about her which she’ll read to me mockingly, pretending that she isn’t privately delighted by it. 

She’s not like anybody else I’ve ever met, which drives my fascination with her. She’s very interesting. She reads books about feminism, and always has high-brow, intelligent opinions about things like the patriarchy, which I am only now hearing about for the first time. And she’s very cool, and I know that she tries very hard to be cool, but it works, and when I’m around her I kind of feel like I’m cool by association. She’s got attitudes towards things that I know someone like my mam would say were “very modern”. She told me before that she used to be in an open relationship with a boy called Peter, and insists that humans were never supposed to be monogamous. But the open relationship arrangement only seemed to apply to her, as evidently Peter never went on a date with another person for the entire relationship, and they eventually split because he was jealous. Except she hadn’t said “jealous”. She’d said “Unevolved”.

“Come on, Evie.” She pesters me over our salads after my less than enthusiastic response to her invitation to yet another slam-poetry-spoken-word-whatever night. “It’s always a good laugh. I know that you have a good time, even just a small bit.”

I sigh. “I really don’t, Marnie. I’m just not that bothered about the poetry.”

“Well, if you don’t like poetry, at least come with me to flirt with a few cute guys. It would be good for you.”

I look at her doubtfully, knowing that there are never any cute boys there, only exceptionally odd looking ones wearing doc martens boots laced all the way up to their knees. “I’m not that bothered about the boys there either.” I say. “None of them are… really my type.”

She puts her hand on my wrist and looks at me worriedly. “I was actually wondering.” She says in a low voice. “Like, I’ve known you for over a month now, and we’ve been out in town so many times and met so many people and yet I’ve never seen you even flirt with a single person.”

“So what?” I say defensively. 

“So do you like boys? Girls? Neither?”

“I’m shy.” I huff. 

“I used to be shy.” She comments, and I don’t say anything to that, because I know that her definition of what shy looks like is extremely different to the kind of shy I’m living with. “I was a very quiet child, then my parents sent me to a therapist and I was alright after that.”

“You think I should go to therapy because I’m shy.”

“Oh, everyone should be in therapy, it’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, and actually, this country’s relationship with mental health has historically been shameful, so we have to make extra effort to challenge our prejudices about it.” She goes off on a tangent, all while gently stroking her thumb over my wrist, and I zone out for a few moments so I can look out the window onto the windy city street. 

“So like, when’s the last time you got with someone?” She says suddenly.

I pull my hand away from her so I can rest it on my hot cheeks. She’s very good at asking direct questions in a very conversational way that are very difficult to twist your way out of, and I don’t know what to say so I grumble something incoherent. Then she pokes me in the arm. “Hey. It’s no big deal, just a simple question. How long has it been?”

I sigh. “A while.”

“What’s a while?” 

I take my fork and start stabbing at my chunks of sweet potato, my hand fisted at my cheek. “Never.” I finally admit. “You got me, okay? I still have my… virginity.”

I know as soon as the words leave my mouth that she’s going to have something grandiose to say, and she does. “Virginity doesn’t exist.” She announces. “It’s made up by men to control the sex that we do or don’t have, completely based on the obsessive patriarchal ideological rhetoric that leads to the idea that daughters belong to their fathers before they belong to their husbands.” 

“Okay.” I say. 

“So go out and have it.”

“It’s not that simple.” I say half-heartedly, already tired from years of having this exact conversation with first Kelly, then Claire, neither of whom have ever understood me, or tried to. “Everyone else already has experience, and will expect me to have experience too. Because I should have some experience by now. And when I finally do… it with someone, I’m going to disappoint them.”

“Because you’re not immediately a porn star?”

“Yes.”

“Well, there is that, and men will always have unrealistic expectations of what is physically possible…” she says unhelpfully, then stops when she sees my forlorn expression. “But you’re too in your head about it. The best way to get over it is to just do it.”

“Yeah. Great. With who though?”

“Someone, any lad will do.”

“It’s supposed to be special.” I say weakly. “Everyone says you don’t forget your first time, and if I’m going to remember it forever then I want it to be perfect.”

“People have sex sometimes, Evie. It’s not a big deal. Can you imagine the pressure of having to live up to the kinds of expectations that you have?”

I never considered the effect of my expectations. Maybe she’s right, maybe I am piling the pressure on too high for everyone involved, but I have no idea how I’m going to even begin to untangle the web that is my intimacy issues. I groan and rub my eyes with the heels of my hands in resignation. “I know I have to try. It’s not like I want to be like this, but I just feel so stuck.”

“We have to unstick you.”

“We?”

“Yes I’ve decided to help you.”

“Marnie…”

“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun. Think about it, you and I out on the pull together, chatting to men. I could definitely hook you up with someone.”

I fix her with my best warning look. “I don’t ever want you to try and set me up with anybody. I want free will and choice.” 

“I have great taste.”

She doesn’t. The last guy she hooked up with had an infected eyebrow piercing and curly mohawk in this queasy, seasick colour where it used to be blue. 

“Fine, next time we’re out, I’ll give you complete agency.” She relents. “I won’t bring anybody over to you, even if he’s an absolute babe who’s exactly your type.” Then she reaches out and touches my wrist again. “But I think this is good, Evie. It’s time to push past your anxiety, and just see who’s out there.”

“I suppose.” I say grimly, and go back to stabbing my salad. “But I’m not ready to sleep with anybody. I just want to talk, and maybe kiss someone. Maybe.”

“That’s so secondary school.” She teases. “But look, I get it. It’s probably been ages since you even kissed someone.” A pause. “If ever?”

“I’m not Drew Barrymore, I’ve been kissed.” I scoff. “Just not in a while.”

“What’s a while?”

“My debs date tried to kiss me.” I say elusively.

“Tried to? Or actually did?”

“Tried to.” I admit, and then shudder with the memory of Bootsy’s dead eyed face looming toward me on the dancefloor, mouth already open. He didn’t even have the decency to look disappointed when I rejected him either, and ten minutes later I saw him devouring Cristina the Horse Girl by the bar.

“Okay so you objectively did not have your last kiss at your debs.”

“I suppose not.” 

“So it was when?”

I feel too embarrassed to answer. Since the dawn of my love life, since my very first kiss at thirteen, I’ve never gone more than a few weeks or months without it happening. It used to be something I did just to get it out of the way, so that I could say that I’d done it, but now something has switched. I’ve had an intense aversion to it, to anybody showing interest in me. It all just seems too much, too overwhelming, something so gross and unappealing to me now that the idea of it makes me feel a little sick.

“A while ago.” I say, feeling flustered at the old memory. “It was back during the summer after fifth year.”

“So like, a good year and a half?”

“Yeah when you put it like that it sounds so sad.”

She doesn’t need to tell me that yes, in fact, she does think it’s sad, she just shakes her head in dismay. “You’re getting back on the kiss train, firstly. Let’s start there. Once you’ve broken the seal it’ll be easy. It’s just about pushing through fear.” She says it like she really knows what she’s talking about, with absolute conviction, and I kind of believe that she does. Marnie gets all the boys, all the time, even if they’re not handsome boys, she still gets them, so surely she knows a thing or two that I don’t. I find myself nodding along to what she’s saying. 

“Alright.” I say. “I’ll get back on the kissing train.”

“Amazing.” She grins. “Let’s go out tonight.”

I take a shaky breath. “Wow, that’s soon.”

“Come on, Evie, it’s never too early, just push through it.”

“Alright. But can we go to a normal bar? Not one of those Trinity pubs, please, I don’t fancy any of those academic types.”

“I feel as though you’re just making excuses.”

“I’m really not, just, please, can we go somewhere normal.”

She sighs. “You know I like the Trinity students.”

“Can you compromise?”

She rolls her eyes theatrically. “Fine. We’ll go to a bar. A boring bar full of boring people.”

“That’s more like it.”

“But as a pay off you have to kiss someone.”

“I have to?”

“Okay, like, obviously it’s really bad-out for me to pressure you, I know, but you have to try some light flirtation with at least one boy.”

“Okay.” I say to her, “I’ll try.”

“Promise?”

“Yes. I promise. One boy.”

“That’s good enough for me.”

Prev // Next

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S FATE - CHAPTER 59

*Warning Adult Content*

What does it mean to come home?

In Martin Hunter's experience, it depends who's waiting for you there.

As a kid, getting out of school and going home meant relief, playing with his brothers and sisters, delicious food cooked by his mom or dad, the comforting drudgery of homework and the promised reward of video games or his favorite cartoons.

As an adult, home became a place of anxiety.

Would Elena be waiting for him?

What sort of mood would she be in?

What might she have said or done to the kids in his absence?

Martin's greatest fear, on the rare occasions when he was away for any extended amount of time, was that he would come back to find them gone.

Now, as his partner, Skylar West parks their rental car in front of their house and four small figures burst from the front door and race across the lawn to greet them, coming home is pure joy.

********

Back on the private island, Shanti had promised to visit Martin's family before returning to her own realm and let them know that all was well.

Miguel's wolf, too, had visited his father once more in a dream, in which he told him how proud he was of him and how he had saved them all.

After that, however, there had been only a few phone calls from hotel rooms, which Martin kept short to avoid ridiculous fees.

Speaking of fees, as soon as Shanti disappeared into the sea, leaving them behind on the island, reality had caught up to Martin and he had a minor panic attack over how on earth they were going to get home with no passports and no money.

Fortunately, Skylar had been wrong about himself.

He had lost his ability to transform, to swim like a fish and breathe water instead of air but he had not lost his siren's Voice.

A quick trip to the U.S. Consulate in Palermo and they had everything they needed, which was proof enough that Skylar's Voice retained it's unnaturally persuasive power.

One does not simply walk into the U.S. Consulate, announce that one has no identification of any kind, request a replacement passport and expect to be accommodated speedily.

With their papers in hand, they'd visited a few reputable dealers of antiquities and a jeweler or two and exchanged some Mer-salvaged treasures and pearls for cash.

Thus equipped, they were set to travel in style.

Skylar led Martin on a meandering tour up through Italy, across the top of Spain and into France, where they followed the western coast, keeping mostly to small towns.

Finally they struck inland for Paris and from there caught a first-class flight to San Francisco.

They rested there for a day, visiting the Museum of Modern Art and Fisherman's Wharf, before renting a comfortable car and heading for home.

They could have made the drive in a day but Skylar had one last place he wanted to visit, the beach near Bodega Bay where they'd camped with the kids, where they bonded and where Skylar first made contact with Natalis and his 'father.'

Skylar said he wanted to watch the sun set over the ocean one more time before he bid the sea goodbye for a while and to give them the closure of coming full circle through their strange ordeal.

"Will you miss it?" Martin asked, as the last gleam of the sun slipped beneath the rim of the horizon, where a thin band of lavender-hued mist separated a dark sea from the turquoise and tangerine sky.

They'd parked at an overlook atop a bluff at a place called Duncan's Landing.

Below them was the little cove in which they'd made love.

"The sea will always call to me," Skylar said.

"As a siren song in my blood. There will be times I can't ignore it, when I feel I must go mad if I cannot hear the waves and feel the salt spray in the air. Then I will answer it and come to a place such as this, to soothe my soul. But I won't stay long and I hope I will not be alone."

Martin leant against him and closed his eyes, letting the sea saturate his senses, the rhythmic roar of waves and the buffeting wind against his skin, carrying with it the occasional cool kiss of salted mist.

"Sounds a bit like being a wolf. After a while our human skin starts to feel too tight and we long for freedom and release, the simplicity of a wolf's mind, wild as the sea but devoid of human thought."

"Hmm. I wonder what would happen if you bit me," Skylar mused.

"Would I become like you or turn out a scaly mer-wolf monster? Or would I become something else entirely?"

Martin pulled away from him in surprise and Skylar laughed.

"A question for the future, maybe."

"Maybe."

Martin leant against his mate again, looping an arm around his waist and filling his lungs with sea air.

Personally, the less magic, mayhem and mystery in his life, the happier he'd be.

At least for a while.

Martin suspected that between Flora, Miguel, Nico and Rio, he had some mayhem in his future, at least and probably plenty of magic and mystery, too.

They'd spent a last night alone together, at a little bed-and-breakfast 'the rainbow flag flying from the porch of which told them they'd be welcome' before completing the last leg of their journey and arriving home.

********

"Daddy."

Smiling so hard his face hurt, Martin is tackled to the ground and buried beneath a miniature dog pile.

The kids haven't been this glad to see him in a long time and it reminds Martin how fast time flies.

When Flora and Miguel were younger, they loved to run all the way across the school's playing field to greet him at the end of each day.

They'd meet in the middle and he'd pretend to be knocked off his feet, then roll around in the grass while they smothered him in 'attack' kisses.

Pretty soon, he'll be cheering them on as they graduate high school.

First dates, first jobs, first cars, first loves, tears sting his eyes at the thought of how much he could have missed and how grateful he is to be here now.

"Why are you crying, Daddy?" Nico asks, concern pinching his little brow.

He'll be a handsome one when he grows up, a real heartbreaker, for sure.

"I'm just happy, sweetheart," Martin says, catching his breath and drawing him and Rio into a hug.

"I'm happy to be home."

At his back, Skylar kneels and rests a hand on Martin's shoulder where he sits on the ground.

"Me, too," Skylar says.

"Are you gonna stay this time, Mr. Sky?" Rio asks, tears streaking his own cheeks.

He's the most empathetic of the four and cries easily.

Martin glances at him over his shoulder and Skylar smiles at him.

"Yes, I'm here to stay."

********

"What about Papa Sky," Skylar asks later that night as they lie in bed together.

It had been a full day of catching up with the family, especially Martin's brother Noah and his partner, Ambrose, who while they offered to look after the kids again any time they needed, seemed glad enough to be rid of them after three weeks.

"They could still call me 'Mr. West' at school, if you like."

Martin laughs into his pillow, half drunk with lingering jet lag and the sheer relief of lying in his own bed.

Despite his best efforts, Skylar hadn't been able to get Nico and Rio to drop the Mr. from before his name.

"Sounds good to me," Martin says, rolling to face him.

Skylar leans in and kisses his lover .

"You taste like the sea," Martin says.

Skylar draws back.

"The 'sea' contains quite a wide variety, my dear. There's everything from the beach at low tide to the freshest zephyr on the open waves."

Martin smiles, touching the end of his nose to Skylar's.

"The latter, definitely."

"You taste like... Well, you taste like toothpaste and mouthwash," Skylar says.

"Utterly mundane, adorable and perfect."

"Better than dog breath," Martin grins.

Skylar snorts.

"Go to sleep, my beautiful, wonderful, wolf-hearted man. Tomorrow, we start anew and we have everything ahead of us."

********

It takes a while but day by day, peace returns to their lives.

For Martin, true peace comes to nest in his heart for the first time, for which he is more grateful with each passing day.

If Skylar isn't beside him when he wakes, Martin hears him in the shower or downstairs making breakfast for the kids.

And each night, they fall asleep in each other's arms, knowing that each breath they take together is a gift.

Skylar returns to work for the school but rather than art 'he confessed he couldn't remain an objective judge when it came to the children' he coaches swim team.

Meanwhile, Martin returns to my role as a stay-at-home dad, for the moment.

Not everything is roses, disappearing from the face of the known earth for several weeks comes with consequences, as his agent duly informs him.

The publisher dropped him, apparently, due to his lack of ability to meet their deadlines and the offer of an advance has been withdrawn.

For once in his life, Martin is not worried.

Money is meaningless to Skylar, he can literally scoop it from the sea... 'Or his family can, anyway'.

He is not about to rely on him for everything or stop doing his share but he's also okay with letting Skylar take care of him, at least for a little while.

Because at long last, after everything, Martin is finally willing to believe what everyone's been telling him all along.

He fucked up in the past but he doesn't have to let the past define him.

He's more than the sum of his failures and he deserves something good.

He deserves a break.

So, he embraces it.

He throws himself into long overdue home repairs, take notes for a new book inspired by their trip through Europe and shower the kids in as much attention as they'll tolerate.

Martin let the past go.

At least, until the past comes knocking, literally in the form of his ex-wife Elena, almost a month to the day since our return. 

[ceoyjw]

serendipity || psh

18: pls i wasn’t expecting to be his gf

Once the bell rang, Y/N rushed to get out of the classroom, not ready to face her classmates and be bombarded with the questions regarding her and Sunghoon's relationship.

Once Y/N reached at least a couple of minutes away from her school, she stopped walking very fast and just started to walk normally.

She started to think on what was Sunghoon thinking saying those words.

"She's my girlfriend." That guy must be nuts. Y/N thought

Due to the girl not focusing on where she was walking, she did not hear a guy's yell.

"MISS! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" A guy yelled to the girl.

Due to the girl only hearing the guy's yell when he was near, the only thing she could do was duck in place.

This resulted to the guy swerving to the side to not hit the said girl.

With widened eyes, the girl rushed to aid the driver.

"Mister! Are you alright?" Y/N rushed to go near the driver.

"I am! Are you?" The guy said while wincing at the sight of a slight scrape at the side of his knees and arms.

"I'm alright, but I don't know about the ramen you're supposed to deliver..." Y/N replies and winced as well at the sight of the amount of ramen pouring out of the delivery box of the motorcycle.

"I'm really sorry mister..?"

"Just call me Jisung, Park Jisung."

"I'm really sorry Jisung. What can I do, to you know, compensate?"

"I don't know... Maybe, uh, pay for the ramen?"

"And how much would that cost?"

"Uhm, 12,000 won per bowl... And the costumer ordered 15 bowls. So 180,000 won."

Y/N widened at the total price of the ramen, 180,000 won? Gosh that's almost thrice of the amount I need to pay for the apartment. The girl thought to herself.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry Jisung I can't pay that much. I'm a poor college student who needs to pay for an apartment and college fees." She replied.

"Oh.. Uhm, well, I guess you could work at our shop?"

"Oh! That would be okay!"

"Oh uhm, I'll give you my number and message me saying its you. I'll tell hyung that I found someone interested to work with us." "Okay! After I pay of my debt, I might still stay to find income rather than just asking money from my parents." The girl replied while handing Jisung the phone.

"There! I messaged you, please do update me ASAP, Jisung. Again I'm really sorry."

"Its okay, I'll just tell hyung what happened. I know he'll understand. Plus, you're willing to work off your debt." Jisung said while making the motorcycle stand and putting on his helmet back on.

"Okay, stay safe Jisung!" Y/n said while waving to the boy who was driving away.

Oh my god. What's with me today.

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By the End of This - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: Inspired/Adapted by the movie, The Mountain Between Us. Enjoy.

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Synopsis: AU - The two-hour plane ride with a stranger was supposed to be forgettable, a means to an end. The crash that followed made it impossible to forget.

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Chapter 1 -

Putting some eagerness into the step of her furry winter boots, Iris West walked with determination through the sliding glass doors of the Central City airport, past the disgruntled passengers of some other flight, and headed straight for the unattended employee ahead.

“Excuse me.”

The woman turned around and smiled.

“I’m not in first class. I’m on the flight that leaves for Coast City in 40 minutes. If you could please just check me in here? I don’t want to be late, and I only have a carry-on.”

The smile turned more consoling, and Iris should’ve known then that this would be the start to a very bad day.

“You’re not going to be late, Miss. The flight’s been cancelled due to an oncoming storm. Customer service over there should be able to assist you.” She pointed vaguely to the other side of the room. “I’m so sorry.”

Yeah, right.

But Iris forced her own smile and turned around, hiking her backpack tighter around her shoulders. The line was long when she got there, and she figured she should call Eddie first anyway. Or maybe her dad or brother. But first she had to figure out what she was going to do if she was going to get to the wedding in time.

Her wedding. To Eddie Thawne.

We should’ve just gotten married in the city.

…

Disgruntled, but trying not to show it, Barry braced himself for the difficult task of convincing the airport employee to put him on a plane today not tomorrow for probably the most important surgery of his life. One he was performing. On a little boy.

He was a little bit of a scraggly fellow with not much meat to his lanky frame, so he didn’t think he could come across as menacing or intimidating, especially since his baby face hardly convinced people he was nearing 30. But he tried anyway.

“I-I have an emergency surgery to perform tomorrow in Star City, okay? I have to make it to Coast City tonight in order to make the drive up from there. It’s the only way I’ll make it. And it’s for a little boy, only 10 years old. A life-changing surgery th-that could…well, it could save his life. It will save his life if I’m the one there to do it.”

“Look, I’m sorry, young man. There will not be anymore flights tonight because of the storm coming…”

“You said that.”

“Right. Best I can do is suggest you get a voucher…the hotels are filling up fast.”

Frustrated beyond belief, Barry could only turn away and stick his ear buds in his ears and crank up the volume. He needed to get out of his own head for a minute. Maybe then he could think of a solution to this…mess.

Moments later however…

“Sir? Sir?”

He turned to see an attractive woman who couldn’t be any older than 25 looking at him with hopefulness and would could only be described as an olive branch in her eyes, a peace offering.

Or maybe he was seeing something.

“Yes?”

“I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation just now, and I think we may have the same problem.”

Intrigued, he decided to give her the time of day.

“I have to get to Coast City. I’m…actually getting married there. Location-location-location, and all that.”

“Right.”

No point in flirting with her then.

“Anyway, I have to get there tonight, so I’m ready straight away tomorrow morning. And you have to as well for…a surgery? Are you a doctor?”

“Surgeon, yes.”

“And you need to get to Star City, which isn’t more than a 45 minute drive from Coast City.”

“What are you getting at?”

“I know a guy.”

“Uh-oh.”

“No, no, no, it’s not like that.” Her lips spread, and all her pearly whites shone.

God, she’s beautiful.

“My brother, I just talked to him on the phone, and he just finished flight school, and his mentor through this airport flies a little plane for a fee. I just talked to him on the phone. He said he has enough room for two. Are you interested?”

“You’re sure he could get us there tonight?”

“He’s assured me he can.”

Barry’s lips twitched in a slight smile. He looked down for a moment, debating, then figured what the hell? It wasn’t like he’d ever see this woman again. A little plane ride with her for a couple hours could be quite enjoyable, and he’d be there to save this little boy’s life.

“Alright.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes lit up, and damn it if it wasn’t the hardest thing in the world to look away.

“Yeah, sure.” His own smile spread. Her happiness was infectious.

“Great!” She bounced up on her toes, and he chuckled.

“Lead the way.”

…

They entered the flight hangar a few moments later after some small talk on the way over, mainly exchanging of names and how chilly the weather seemed to be, even if it was January.

“Hello?” Iris called out. “Hello!”

The small plane was unoccupied, but before more questions could be asked, approaching footsteps were heard and they turned around.

“H.R.,” she guessed, and a goofy grin spread across the older man’s face.

“That’s me.”

“We talked on the phone. I’m Iris. This is-”

“Barry,” Barry answered, shaking the man’s hand after Iris.

“So, what’s the rush?” H.R. asked.

“Oh, uh, actually, I…I’m getting married tomorrow.”

“Oh, wowsers! Can’t miss that.” H.R. seemed positively gleeful. “You two make a lovely couple, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh, no, we’re- We’re not-”

“We just met.”

“Oh.”

Awkward silence.

Iris cleared her throat.

“Anyway, how much for the ride?”

“And can you get us there in time?”

“$800,” H.R. told Iris, then turned to Barry. “And yeah, I reckon I can.”

“Even with the storm?” Barry asked dubiously.

The smile didn’t slip even a fraction from H.R.’s face.

“If we leave right away, we should miss it completely.”

Iris looked at Barry expectantly.

“Oh, yeah, sure then. Let’s do it.”

Barks from the inner office sounded before the full-grown yellow lab emerged into the opening.

“Oh, wow.”

Barry was immediately skittish, and the dog – despite H.R. insisting how friendly the animal was – growled at him promptly. H.R. only chuckled.

“I’ll be ready soon. Hang with the dog. He’ll let you know when I’m ready,” H.R. said, and then headed back into where the dog had been.

Iris smiled and set her backpack down for a moment, crouching to where the dog was. He came willingly and licked her face.

“I have a way with animals,” she said, looking up at Barry with her doe eyes.

He had to force a smile this time and hold his tongue, which only made Iris laugh and turn her attention fully to the pup until their pilot was ready.

…

They chatted with the pilot once inside the small aircraft a few minutes later. It worried Barry that H.R. had decided against filing a flight plan just because it was still light out, but Iris seemed unbothered, so he took his seat beside her, away from the dog who was in the cockpit beside his owner and relaxed. Or tried to.

As soon as they took off, Iris pulled out her camera and started taking pictures from the sky line.

“Are you a photo journalist or something?”

“Am I that obvious?” she asked, snagging another shot as they got closer to the mountain range they were to fly above.

He shrugged.

“You’re chatty, and you have a camera. Makes sense to me.”

“I could just like taking pictures,” she pointed out.

And he smirked.

“Should’ve led with that maybe.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled.

“So, what brought you to Central City?”

He decided to indulge her.

“My parents live in the city. I grew up there.”

“Really?”

He nodded.

“And what’s taking you to Star City? Besides the life-changing surgery.”

Was she mocking him? He decided he didn’t care.

“A medical conference,” he admitted.

“You live there?”

He shook his head.

“I actually live in National City. Got married there too.”

“Oh.”

He tried not looking into her tone too deeply, but it was impossible.

Was she…disappointed?

Their pilot chatted her up a bit, and Barry pulled out his phone to occupy his time with a game while they got on. Some turbulence had H.R. advising them to buckle up, and she returned.

Eager to get on well again, Barry tried his own round of questions.

“What brought you to Central City?”

“I live there.”

“Really?”

“Born and raised, all my life.”

“You went to the main elementary and high school?”

“The main? There are three. It’s a big city.”

“Central City Elementary and Central City High School.”

“Ah, the ones where they didn’t bother putting ‘central’ in the name twice so as to not come across sounding redundant.”

“Something like that, yeah.”

“Then, yes. I did.”

“Amazing we didn’t run into each other.”

She looked at him curiously.

“Are you older than you look?” she asked.

“Are you younger than you look?” he teased.

Her smile blinded him again, and they both looked away.

“She has a fiancé, young man. Cool your jets,” H.R. barked from his seat.

Barry and Iris both chuckled and settled into their seats as their pilot started to talk about something else. They looked out the windows, taking in the nature, hardly realizing at first what was happening as the plane dipped down from its spot above the mountains. Not by much, but when it happened a second time, and H.R.’s voice sounded staggered as a response, Barry and Iris flashed a look at each other of worry.

“H.R., are you alright?” Iris called out.

“I…I…I…I ca-can-can’t…”

Iris nudged Barry to go check on their pilot, and Barry unbuckled his seat belt and lunged forward, the dog hardly his concern now.

“Oh, my God, he’s having a stroke.”

H.R. started falling to the side, and with that went his grip on the controls. The plane dipped again, by a lot.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God!” Iris panicked, tightening her belt as much as she could.

“I don’t know how to fly! Barry panicked, as H.R. went completely limp and the plane started plunging into the mountain range.

He tried to fuss with the controls but only made it worse.

“Come back here!” Iris ordered. “I-I know what to do.”

Barry came back in a hurry and buckled up, looking to her for direction.

“Hands behind your head, sit back, and just wait for it to be ov-”

BOOM.

The plane hit a surface, but it was still falling, falling, sliding, and they were yelling, screaming, hoping they didn’t die, praying that they somehow survived this, and that help would come.

That help would come…

THUD.

They stopped.

[astras-midnight-thoughts]

It’s been months now, exactly how long I cannot remember

Since I called things quit, and put an end to the first real relationship I’d ever had. I remember being sad for a day, then no longer. Perhaps I had already mourned the loss of what we had 

I wonder if you ever did?

A romance blooming in the summer, meeting is cold end in the winter. It’s fitting how that describes how things went. At first it was lovely, a warm hug, a gentle flame, passionate words that touched the heart

It became a cold feeling, disappointment when I wouldn’t hear back, shiny words that lost their luster, just unread messages on a phoneI visited you whenever I could, I brought gifts - tiny pieces of me for you to hold when I wasn’t there

I was eager to read your messages, to hear your voice; to hug you, to hold your hand, to kiss you

Two hour drive, there and back

You always said once you turned 18 you would be able to do whatever you wanted. You just couldn’t before, due to your mother. I understood.

Another two hour drive, there and back

November, then December. Things turned colder. I felt you growing distant. We were both busy, I had work and school, you had school. I always managed to reach out to you though

The words you sent back felt a bit more empty. Sent hours later, if at all.

Did we call? I can’t remember

It was nearing the end of December when I asked you to come down. My birthday was coming up, and I wanted to celebrate it with you. Your birthday was a week later.

You told me “I’d have to ask my mom”

You told me “She won’t let me, I don’t have a ride”

I told you about the bus route that could connect us, the guest bedroom all prepped, the fee I would happily pay.

You were almost 18, you could do what you wanted.

You never showed up 

You were having a hard time that month

Your mom wouldn’t drive you

Your mom wouldn’t let you on that bus

And still, you were just about to turn 18.

My mom and I talked - she wasn’t happy with you at all. But I still gave you the benefit of the doubt, because 

It was your 18th birthday when I realized it was time. 

I waited a day or so to say anything though

I called you, explained everything, my feelings, what I’d experienced, I communicated and hoped you would understand. I was angry and disappointed and over it

“I’m sorry you felt that way”

“I’ve been having a really hard time”

“My mom wouldn’t-“

We need to take a break

“Okay”

“If that’s what you want”

You always respected my boundaries 

But I’d be lying if I didn’t want you to fight me on that

To prove me wrong, to change, to promise to be better, to talk to me like you had before

But instead, it was just “okay”

You tried to continue the conversation after that, talk about something normal - like my whole world didn’t just stop. 

I told you I needed to go.

As soon as I hung up I was sobbing.

I did the right thing, yet it hurt more than I ever thought it would 

I ran into the arms of my mom, as I felt a pain I never had before. 

Heartbreak 

My very first relationship was over 

I was the one who ended it

So why was I more upset that you were 

My tears would dry, my anger would grow, so did my suspicions 

Did you only have a girlfriend so she could love you? So that you could have comfort when you wanted it?

You talked to me when you were lonely, and shoved me to the back of your mind when you couldn’t be bothered to put in effort

A two hour drive, there and back. A trip you never even made, not once

Did you really think I was going to hang around forever- going with whatever you wanted at the time. A doting girlfriend, a missed text

At what point did you get bored? 

At what point did you think that messaging me after - like you hadn’t just ripped my heart in two was a good idea.

You texted me more the week after we broke up then you had in at least a month.

Short replies is what I gave

Valentine’s Day came, I was alone yet again. What made you think I wanted a text from you with a picture of flowers in a store, saying “happy Valentine’s Day” would make me want to speak with you.

Was that you trying to get me back? What did you possibly think I was going to say back to that? 

Probably not “umm thanks?”

I changed your name. It was your nickname, then it was your name. 

Now it’s just your name (ex)

That was the last time I’d heard from you. I don’t know why, not for sure. I can’t say I was disappointed though

I thought it was over, yet months later, I join a social media app - and not five seconds after setting everything up did I get a notification.

You friend requested me

Ignored it for days

Until, I accepted. And waited.

After a day, and nothing, I deleted you. After all, we all make mistakes - didn’t take too long to fix them though

Yesterday I deleted our convos from my phone. I had to scroll down quite a ways, forgot they were there.

I didn’t change your name this time. But if for some reason I were to get a text from you 

It would show up as (xxx) xxx xxxx 

I would just say

“Sorry who is this?”

“I think you have the wrong number”

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