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daisynik7 · 8 months
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Pairing: ex-boyfriend!Eren x f!reader
Word Count: ~4.9k
cw: exes-to-lovers, a breakup scene (flashback) established past relationship, fluff, some angst, smut - car sex (cowgirl), blowjob, cunnilingus, face-riding, 69 position, sex with no condom, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, princess, baby)
Summary: You’re moving back to your hometown of Paradis after completing two long years of grad school in Marley. In desperate need of a car, you’re surprised to hear from your ex-boyfriend Eren, who graciously offers you one.  Author’s Note: Had this in my head for a while, brain is a little fried at the moment, but I just had to get this out! Likes, comments, and/or reblogs are always appreciated! Header image found on Pinterest, mdni divider by @/mikeykuns.
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“Eren, do you think we should break up?”
The two of you are in your bedroom, finished packing the last of your luggage before you fly out to Marley tomorrow morning. It’s near midnight on the last day of summer. The windows are open, and the chirping of crickets is loud amidst the silence of the night air. He zips your suitcase closed, peering at you, confused. “What?”
It’s been the lingering question on your mind the past couple of weeks, but you were too afraid to mention it. Maybe you were hoping that the thought would go away on its own. You didn’t really want to break up. You love him. The idea of being apart scares you, though. The uncertainty, the unknown. Two years isn’t very long in the grand scheme of life, but who’s to say you don’t end up deciding to remain in Marley for good? Eren has already made it clear that he has no intentions of leaving Paradis. Would staying together be a waste of time when the future is so unpredictable?
You bite your lip, nervous to elaborate, voice timid. “I’ve heard that long distance is really hard.”
He stands up, crossing his arms over his chest. “So? We’ll get through it.”
“Will we, though? I’m going to be busy with school, and you’re starting your new job. Plus, Marley is so far away. When are we ever going to see each other?” 
He stares at you as if you’re sputtering nonsense. “We’ll make it work,” he answers, definitive. 
“It’s not going to be easy.”
He scratches his scalp, frustrated. “I don’t understand. Do you want to break up?”
You stay quiet, contemplating. When you don’t respond right away, he says, “You do, don’t you?” He sounds like he’s been betrayed, which in retrospect, he has been. By you, of all people. The person who’s supposed to love him. 
Breathing staggered, tears welling in your eyes, you murmur, “I just don’t know if we can do it.”
He begins pacing the floor, voice increasing in volume, rightfully upset. “You don’t know if you can do it. Me? I’m all in. You’re already giving up before we try.”
“I just don’t want either of us to get hurt!” you cry.
“What do you call this, then?!” he yells, tears rolling down his cheeks. “This fucking hurts! Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling this way sooner?”
“I don’t know! I wasn’t sure! I was scared.” You sob into your hands. “I’m sorry, Eren.”
He’s shaking his head erratically, fists bunched in his hair. “I can’t believe you’re doing this right now. After all we’ve been through. You don’t even want to give it a shot.”
You swallow hard, wiping snot from your nose. “We can try it out. Let’s try it out,” you plead with him, regretting it. 
“No. It’s too late now. You already set us up for failure. Since you’re not confident about us, then maybe this isn’t going to work out after all.” He sounds spiteful. Daggers piercing through your heart in the form of harsh words. And while you struggle for breath, drenching the fabric of your t-shirt, you can’t blame him for reacting this way. You spent an amazing summer together, and the night before you leave, you drop a grenade like this. What were you thinking?
“Eren,” you beg, sniffling
“I gotta go,” he mutters, grabbing his keys, avoiding your gaze. 
“Eren, wait!” you shout, following him out the room. Down the stairs. Through the front door. In front of his car. “Eren! I’m sorry! I take it back!”
“Have a nice life in Marley,” he spits out, getting into his car, slamming it shut, and reversing out of the driveway without another word. Headlights reflect off the shimmer in your eyes, watching him leave.
That’s the last time you saw Eren. The next day, you boarded your flight to Marley and moved into your new home. You tried to call him, text him, even pestered friends and family to urge him to reach out to you. He never did. And all the while, you still don’t blame him for reacting the way he did. 
The two of you were happy. You loved each other. And when an inkling of hardship reared its ugly head, you ran for it instead of facing it. There’s no way you could have predicted that your relationship would fall apart. In fact, there’s many times that you’ve considered how much stronger the two of you would have gotten if you did stay together. Distance makes the heart grow fonder. If you had believed that sooner, you wouldn’t be living with this remorse. 
It's been over two years since that day. Life continued, though it was tough not having Eren around anymore. He was always your biggest supporter, the anchor that kept you afloat. Grad school wouldn’t have been as stressful if you had him by your side, but you managed to scrape by. You made new friends along the way while maintaining your relationships from home. Mikasa and you would chat regularly, and on occasion, she would mention Eren’s name in passing. You received little footnotes of his life through her, but overall, he’s a stranger to you now. 
That being said, you’re shocked to finally hear from him after that fateful night two years ago. 
Following graduation, you secured a job in Paradis nearby your hometown. For now, the plan is to move in with your family until you save enough money to move out. Unfortunately, you don’t have car. So, in an unexpected turn of events, you sit in the rear of a taxi, on your way to Eren’s. 
Eren: Heard you’re home and you need a car.
Those were his first words to you after two whole years of radio silence. After telling you to have a nice life in Marley. Of course, you were stunned when his name popped up on your screen in the first place, even more so to see his offer to help you. Most likely he was informed about your current situation by Mikasa. Nevertheless, it shocks you that he wants anything to do with you. 
You actually want to meet with him. It may be no more than a business transaction, but to see him in the flesh will be nice. Will it fix what happened? Probably not. It’s worth a shot, though, for some peace of mind. Maybe this is his own way of telling you that he’s over it, and that the two of you can finally put this to bed. 
So, you arrange a time to meet at his place. He gives you an unfamiliar address; it seems he moved out of his parent’s house not long after he started working. Mikasa had mentioned that before. What she’s never disclosed with you is if he’s been dating. On your way to him, your belly begins to fill with dread. Could you handle seeing Eren with another woman? Living together, happily in love? You want him to be happy, but with someone else? Deep down, you still love him. You never dated anyone seriously during your time in Marley. No one even came close to him. He’ll never get back together with you, not after what happened. In fact, you’re positive he’s already found someone, a person who will appreciate him and love him for all he is. Someone who isn’t afraid. It’s better he’s with someone else; you actually hope you see that today, so that you can finally move on. 
The trip takes over half an hour. You recognize the route being taken; the same one you would take on the way to Paradis University, where you and Eren met for the first time. During freshman year, Mikasa, your roommate at the time, introduced you to him. The two of you became fast friends, even faster lovers. The spark was there the moment you shook his hand, the moment he gazed into your eyes, flashing that charming smile at you. It was casual at first, no labels, no strings attached. Two horny college kids fulfilling their sexual desires exclusively with one another. Kisses and sex soon became something more, something special. By the time you were sophomores, it was official: he was yours and you were his. 
The driver enters a quaint neighborhood, pulling up to the front of a modern apartment complex. Once you pay the fare, you step out, inspecting the building. Eren lives on the third floor; each unit has a balcony overlooking the neighborhood, the nearby cityscape in the near distance. It’s a beautiful location and your curiosity gets the best of you. Who is he currently sharing his life with? Do they watch sunrises together from their grand view, sipping their morning coffee in domestic bliss? Should it be you instead? 
Before you get carried away with your imagination, you retrieve your phone from your bag, texting him that you have arrived and are waiting outside. There’s no reason for you to head up into his apartment, right? You’re here to check out his car; that’s it. You can’t help thinking that it would be fun to check out. For research purposes, of course.
He replies quickly, mentioning how he’ll head down to you. You take a few deep breaths, mentally preparing yourself to see him for the first time ever since your bitter goodbye. Do you hug him? Keep your distance? Should you say anything personal or keep it strictly professional? All of these conflicting feelings are fighting with each other in your head. There’s so much you want to tell him: your life the last two years, how sorry you are for the way it ended, how much you miss him. At the same time, you want a clean slate, almost as if you’re strangers meeting for the first time. 
As he steps out from the lobby, you freeze on the spot, dazzled by his presence. What strikes you initially is how long his hair has gotten; it’s enough to put up into a small bun, with a few stray strands scattered around his face. His eyes are as brilliant as ever, barely visible dark circles underneath from age or stress, most likely the lather; it hasn’t been that long. There’s still that youthful charm about him, though. That will never fade.
He's dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black sweats pants, an outfit reminiscent of his college years, laid-back and casual. You’ve always liked this look on him, always found it sexy. Too many memories of you stripping this exact attire off him, hasty to make love in the twin bed of his dormitory. You try to shake these thoughts away as he approaches you with a rigid disposition, hesitant and a bit awkward. He clears his throat before saying, “Hey.” His hands are in his pockets as he greets you. 
You respond with a gentle smile. “Hi.”
This is going to be harder than you thought. 
~~~
Two years. That’s how long it’s been since they broke up, since he last saw her. Two whole fucking years. 
Eren didn’t want to break up. The thought never even crossed his mind. He was determined to be with her the rest of his life, of their lives. That’s why he got so upset when she suggested it. They spent an entire summer together, perfect in every possible way, and she had the nerve to ask that question the night before the big move? Do you think we should break up? He couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. They were supposed to love each other forever. 
It doesn’t excuse the way he behaved to her afterwards. Instead of discussing it like a mature adult, he exploded, too caught up in the storm of emotions raging in his head. His ego was hurt, pride shot down, heart betrayed. Following that night, Eren was too ashamed by the whole ordeal; he thought it’d be easier to ignore it and move on. 
Move on. Yeah right.
He replays those scenes constantly. Her pleas of We can try it out. Let’s try it out. I’m sorry! I take it back! ringing in his ears like a broken record, reminding him that if they talked about it, if he had just turned around to work it out, maybe they’d still be together. They’d be happy. It’s the biggest regret of his life; not fighting for her and letting her slip away. A fleeting moment of weakness and fear leading to their ultimate demise. A tragic ending to such a beautiful story. Can they ever get the happy ending they wanted? 
He tried to date other women; it never amounted to anything serious. Eventually, Eren gave up on the dating scene all together, focusing his energy on other priorities like his career and friendships. He was hoping that one day, he’d magically be over her.
When Mikasa informs him about her move back to Paradis, he knows immediately he needs to meet with her. Seeing her one last time might be the key to moving on once and for all. So, he finally decides to be mature and contact her, under the guise of giving her one of his cars. In his defense, he’s been meaning to sell it anyways. He never could quite let it go, though, considering it’s the car he drove all throughout college, with her. Late night drives to Maria’s Point, holding hands and kissing beneath the stars. Fast food runs at their favorite drive-thru, her feeding French fries to him from the passenger side, cruising through the empty streets with their favorite music blaring through the radio speakers. Even the backseat has seen plenty of action during those years, the foreground to many naughty trysts away from campus. Every corner of it carries a memory of her; that’s why he’s been so reluctant to let it go. He still loves her. But that’s all in the past. This car will be the final peace offering that will allow him to move on. He’s got it all planned out. 
What he’s not prepared for is the rush of emotions that flood his chest upon seeing her. This is definitely not part of the plan. 
When he greets her, she smiles at him, the same radiant smile he’s yearned for the two years of her absence. One that instantly warms his soul. He does his best to maintain his composure. Keep it together, he thinks to himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets while he clenches his fists, bursting at the seams. This isn’t part of the plan. 
He kicks the ground with his heels, fidgeting. “So…it’s been a minute, huh?” He does a mental eye roll to himself. Did he really say that? Idiot, idiot, idiot. 
She giggles, and he nearly combusts. How is it that a simple laugh can ignite every fiber of his being? He’s a fool for assuming he could get through this unscathed. “Yeah. It has. How are you?” Her expression is sincere; he always loved that about her, how intently she listens, how much she cares. Even after their harsh breakup, that sincerity remains. She’s making this much more difficult than he expected. 
He shrugs, nonchalant. “I’m okay. You?”
She mimics him, raising her shoulders. “I’m alright.”
He chews his lip nervously before asking, “Well, do you want to check out the car?” Stick to the plan. Stick to the plan, he reminds himself. 
She nods, following him to the parking garage to his designated spot. Her eyes widen when she sees it. “You want to sell me this?”
“Yup.”
She inspects it, mouth parted, surprised. “Wow. The Titan.”
He busts out in laughter, amused that she remembers the silly nickname they came up with freshman year. “I can’t believe you remember that.”
She turns to look at him, eyes twinkling, lips curled into a warm smile. “How could I forget?”
He swallows hard, saliva thick on his tongue. Fluttering in his core, tingling through his fingers. The question stumbles out quickly. “Want to take it out for a spin? A test drive?” 
Eren’s aware that this is dangerous territory. The two of them, enclosed in the small space of his car, memories in every crevice of the interior. It’s his chance to properly apologize for what happened. That’s how he justifies it, at least. Part of him also wants to recreate their past together. Riding in his car, fingers laced together on the center console, singing their favorite songs with the windows rolled down, wind blowing on their smiling faces. It’s infeasible; he doesn’t even know if she feels the same way. There’s that tiny portion of him that holds out hope; she did agree to meet him. That means something, right?
She contemplates for a moment. “Sure. Can you drive, though?”
“Still the passenger princess, I see.” 
“Some things never change, right?” She gives him a wink before stepping to the side of the car, waiting for him to unlock the doors. 
He gulps, thrilled and jittery at whatever adventure they’re about to embark on. In the corner of his mind, all he can think is 
Fuck the plan. 
~~~
You weren’t supposed to get in it with him. The idea was to meet him and do the exchange, simple as that. When you recognize the car, all the memories you shared flood into your mind. You let your emotions get the best of you; you want one more special moment with Eren. It’s only fair to your relationship to end it on a good note, right? You weren’t expecting anything more than closure, which was what the both of you needed. 
He doesn’t tell you where he’s driving to, but he doesn’t have to. By the time you’re on the highway, you watch the sun set in the distance from the rearview mirror. You pass by multiple signs, indicating Maria’s Point in x number of miles, the amount decreasing the closer you approach it. The two of you chat, condensing all from the past two years into a half hour car ride. You describe your experience in grad school, he talks about his full-time job. It’s cordial, like two old friends catching up after a while being apart. Except the both of you are fully aware of the elephant squished in the backseat of The Titan. Neither of you mention anything about it.
He drives up the familiar hill leading up to the panorama at the top of the cliff. This spot of Maria’s Point is often secluded, which was perfect for you and Eren back in the day. He parks away from the edge, the last rays of orange and pink hovering on the skyline. With a twist of his keys, he shuts off the ignition and it’s silent. Suddenly, after effortless conversation, you’re shy, unable to speak. 
Luckily, he does. “I actually want to talk to you about something important.”
You snap your seatbelt off, adjusting to give him your full attention. His hands remain on the steering wheel, drumming his fingers nervously. “I’m sorry for the way I acted that night.” He doesn’t need to elaborate; you know exactly what he’s referring to. You’re caught off guard from the apology, so you keep quiet, waiting for him to continue. 
After a deep breath, he explains, “I blew up, and I shouldn’t have. I got upset because I thought you had given up before we even tried. But I know you were scared; I was too. Regardless, it wasn’t right and I’m sorry. For that and for avoiding you after.” He slides his hands around the wheel, dropping them to his lap. His eyes are forward, avoiding you. 
When he doesn’t have more to add, you respond. “Thank you. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have blindsided you. I should have told you how I was feeling instead of ignoring it until the last minute. Like you said, I was scared, so I ran away from it without even giving it a shot. It wasn’t fair to you, and it wasn’t fair to us.” He’s focuses on you now, listening carefully as you talk. “Just so you know, I never blamed you for how you reacted. I deserved it.”
He shifts his body towards you, shaking his head. “No, you didn’t deserve that. I didn’t even say goodbye.”
You blink away the oncoming tears from your eyes. “It’s okay, Eren. We can do that now.”
The stillness that follows is concerning. He studies you with an unreadable expression, contemplating. Then, he leans closer to you, elbow resting on the center console, his breath tickling your cheeks, whispering, “I don’t want to say goodbye.”
You gravitate towards him, lessening the space between you, gazing at his lips. “You don’t?”
“I never wanted to in the first place.”
Drifting forward, you rest your forehead to his, the skin-to-skin contact rekindling the spark that burned so brightly not too long ago. “Eren.”
“I miss you,” he confesses. “Every fucking day.” 
His lips graze yours, eyes watching you, waiting. Unable to hold back any longer, you kiss him, melting into him seamlessly. The two years of remorse vanish in an instant, and you’re transported in time, as if you were never apart. You touch your palm on his chest, his racing heartbeat thumping against your fingertips. He slides his hand around the nape of your neck, cradling you gently, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft on yours, prudent and delicate, careful not to overbear you. 
You pull off to catch your breath, clutching at his t-shirt so that’s it’s bunched into your fist. “I missed you, Eren.”
He swallows loudly, eyes half-lidded in a daze. “I missed you so fucking much,” he mutters, driving his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you desperately now. He drinks you up like he’s dying of thirst, the only cure to his drought. You match him, opening wider, swirling your tongue with his. His lips trail to your neck, sucking on the pulse point beneath your chin.  
“Eren,” you moan, running your fingers through his hair. 
“I love hearing you say my name. Fuck,” he swears, licking at the spot. He marks you on the other side, nibbling lightly at your skin with his teeth. “Did you ever think about me?”
“Every day,” you admit, eyes closed as he moves to your ear, pinching your lobe between his lips. “And you?”
“All the time,” he answers. He breaks away, cupping your cheek tenderly in his palm. “I’m still in love with you. I love you.”
Your breath hitches, throat tight with emotion, though you manage to utter, “I love you too.”
He beams at you before suggesting, “Should we get out of here? Go to my place?”
Tugging at his collar, you shake your head with a smirk. “I can’t wait that long.”
Understanding what you’re implying, he suggests, “Backseat?”
You give him a wet smooch and a nod. He chuckles, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Are you that needy for me, baby? Can’t even wait to go home?”
Glancing at his lap, the evident bulge protruding from his sweats, you scoff at him playfully. “Don’t act like you aren’t either. Look how big you are already.”
He grins, exiting the driver’s side and quickly sliding into the backseat, spreading his legs wide, hoisting his shirt off to reveal his chiseled torso. “You’re right. I’ve been waiting two years, please don’t make me wait any longer.”
You follow him to the rear, shrugging your blouse and pants off hastily until you’re down to your underwear. He marvels at your bare figure, licking his lips while you kneel beside him. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, scanning you up and down, almost in disbelief. “Would you think about me whenever you touched yourself?”
Nestled to his lap, ass sticking out, you nod, rubbing your face on the erection straining against the fabric. “I only thought about you, Eren.”
“Fuck,” he groans, mesmerized. He pets you, brushing his thumb across your cheeks. “Me too, sweetie. No one makes me come the way you do.” He lifts his hips to slide his bottoms and boxers down his legs, exposing his hard cock standing stiff and pretty, glistening with precum leaking from the tip. 
You’re salivating, spit coating your entire mouth, hungry for his cock. Without wasting another second, you swallow him, surrounding him in your wet heat until he hits the back of your throat. He bucks up slightly, thighs trembling beneath you. “Fuck,” he swears, trailing your spine, gliding to your ass. “Always so good to me.” He slips beneath your panties, teasing your entrance. “Can I fuck you with these fingers? Please?”
You nod with his cock in your mouth, slurping the drool trickling on his shaft, bobbing on him. He slides one in, then another, pumping them in and out of you as you moan around his dick. He wriggles inside you, stimulating your sweet spot, gushing on his digits with your first orgasm. His follows immediately after, his load spurting onto your tongue, guzzling every last drop of him. 
You release him, turning over so your head is resting on his lap, peering up at his face. His hand is between your legs, rubbing the soft plush of your thighs, smiling down at you. He teases your clit, flicking his wet fingers on it, causing you to whine. 
“You still like it when I play with you like this,” he purrs, watching you twitch from the pleasure. “My good girl always comes so much for me.” He caresses your forehead gently, toying with your swollen bud. “Can you give me another one, princess?” Too many times do you remember him pleasuring you, sitting in the passenger seat, you gripping to his wrist, directing his hand to your pussy. Tonight is no different; he’s just as relentless, tapping away at you until your creaming for him once more. 
“I need to fucking taste you,” he growls, slipping his fingers past his lips, licking them. “Sit up, sweetie. Ride me while you make me hard again.”
It’s clumsy maneuvering in the cramped space, but eventually, you get into position. He’s below you, slurping at your sopping pussy as you’re bent over his cock, licking the head as you stroke him off. The windows begin fogging up, the air sweltering and humid. Your knee digs uncomfortably into the cushion, the other hangs off the edge of the seat, foot planted to the floor. Eren manages to fit his impressive stature, one leg angled and stretched towards the driver’s side, the other laid across the backseat, enough space for you to blow him while you ride his face. 
“I missed this sloppy cunt,” he muffles, spreading his tongue on you. He spits, smearing his frothy saliva across your clit, puckered around it, sucking. 
Once he’s hard again, you beg, “Fuck me, Eren.” You’re close to another climax and you’re desperate to come with him in you this time. “Please.”
He laughs, lifting you off, his face glossy with your slick, covering his nose, mouth, and chin. “Whatever you want, princess.” He sits up against the seat, legs splayed like a throne for you to sit pretty on. You straddle his lap, rubbing your pussy on his cock before guiding it into your entrance. 
You both drawl out, “Fuck,” kissing messily, arms wrapped around each other in a snug embrace. You ride him feverishly as he fucks up into you, gripping onto your hips tightly, bouncing you on his dick. You’re both sweating immensely, the temperature in the car sweltering, but neither of you mind it, too concentrated on each other’s orgasms, too addicted to the high you’re chasing together. 
“Fuck, baby. I’m so close,” he groans, picking up the pace, his thighs slapping lewdly against your ass.
“Come inside me, Eren. Fill me up,” you whimper, pushing the hair away from his sweaty forehead. 
“Yeah? You want it? Take it then. Take it sweetheart.” His eyes are shut tight as he shoots his load, thick cock pulsing inside you. You ride out your orgasm with him, scattering delicate kisses on his face. He grins, gazing at you with a hazy expression. 
“What’s that look for?” you ask, booping his nose. 
“Nothing,” he replies, cheeks rounded into a bigger smile. He squeezes your face between his palms. “I’m just happy. So unbelievably happy right now.”
You place your hands over his, leaning into his touch. “Me too.”
You stay comfortably like this for a few minutes, Eren cracking the windows open to let out some steam. You joke, “So, are you still going to sell me this car?”
He chuckles. “How about I give it to you. I was going to anyways.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. It was supposed to be a peace offering. But I like this outcome way better.”
“Me too. But I’m not going to just take it from you. Let me pay you for it.”
He tips your chin to look at you, grinning wide. “How about you move in with me instead?”
“What?” you giggle, unable to contain your smile, thrilled by the suggestion.
“Move in with me,” he repeats, nuzzling his nose to yours. 
“Isn’t this is a little too soon, considering we just got back together?”
He stretches his arms out, relaxing into the seat, smirking at you. “We already wasted two years without each other, I’m not wasting any more time.”
You scoot closer to him, kissing his cheek, then his lips. “Okay, you’ve got a deal.”
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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader
Part 18: But I Know Who I Am Now (I Am Yours)
Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?
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A/N: Chapter title taken from I Am Yours by Andy Grammer
MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.
Warnings: hospital setting and the stuff that comes with that, some minor angst, unconsciousness, blood, fist fight, Jake beats the shit out of someone and it’s a little hot, bruises, this is still pretty fluffy, author is trying to redeem herself.
Word Count: 3.7k
Masterlist >> Part 17 >> Part 19
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Jake’s feet slid over the tiled floor of the infirmary in his haste to get to Bear. He knew that he was getting strange looks as he dodged nurses and medics as they went about their business, but he couldn’t find it in him to care what they thought. He had had a realization that was more pressing than anything in his life. If Bear loved him, and Jake was almost certain she did, he had to be the one to act. Her rank prevented her from doing so, it always had. Now though, it was different. She wasn’t his direct superior any more, and that gave him this opportunity.
He had been running through a speech, words he would say to her as he made the trip from the showers to her room, but nothing seemed to quite capture the depth of his feelings for her. Bear was special. She deserved nothing less than the best, especially after everything that had happened in the last couple of weeks. So Jake had to get this right.
He walked through the door to her room, stopping whatever conversation Rooster and Phoenix were having. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Phoenix replied. She had a very curious look on her face, but it quickly shifted to a smirk as she took him in. “Finally realized it, didn’t you?”
“Shut up.” Jake knew his face was bright red and the knowing looks from both Rooster and Phoenix only made his embarrassment worse. “Seriously. Shut it.”
“Karma’s a bitch, Seresin,” Rooster said with a laugh. “You made fun of me and my girl for how long? It’s only fair I get the same honor.” The look on his face was making Jake regret ever opening his mouth, and that never happened. And that fucking Chicken looked smug as hell.
Jake just groaned, scratching at his jaw. “And I shouldn’t have done that, but it got you two idiots together. So just get out. Please. I have to talk to her.”
The other man’s face softened, just a little. “Fine. Go get her.” Rooster clapped Jake on the arm before getting up and leaving. “I was hungry anyways.”
“Asshole!” Jake yelled out the door at his retreating figure. “Thanks Nix.”
Phoenix just grinned at him. “You finally clued in, didn’t you? Your dumbass just realized that she loves you.” The look on her face was pure glee, a look no one saw very often, and now it was staring him down. “Jake. Relax. You’ll be okay.”
“I know. I appreciate this.” He’d stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot.
Her smile grew and Jake knew that she had understood him. “I know you do, even if you can’t say how much.” Her tone was soft and Phoenix gave him a nod before slipping out the door, closing it gently behind her.
Finally, Jake was left alone with Bear once more. Like he had before leaving, he let his eyes trail over her, searching for any sign that she was awake. Any muscle twitch, a sign, anything. But there was nothing. So he took his seat once more, his hand finding hers and blew out a breath. He had time to practice his speech, he might as well use it.
“Teddy, since I met you… No I can’t say it like that. I’m not proposing,” Jake stopped his train of thought, and tried to start again. “Teddy, I have literally no idea how to say this - fuck me! Why can’t I just say it out loud? It’s three fucking words!” He groaned, his chin dropping to rest against his chest, staring down at his and Bear’s joined hands.
He took a deep breath, blowing out his exhale, before looking back up. “I shouldn’t have to think about it. Mama said that when I know, I’ll know. Don’t think, just do…” Jake pulled a face, suddenly thankful his back was to the door. “Fucking hell Teddy, you’ve got me so bent outta shape, I’m quotin’ the old man now.”
Running his thumb over the back of her hand, Jake closed his eyes, losing himself in the memories of them both. He marveled at her in nearly every one, too caught up on the light in her eyes to do more than just listen to her every word, hang off of it like a child on playground equipment. Pulling his feelings from those memories, he managed to speak. “You took ‘I love you to death’ a little too literally, darlin’,” his voice broke, too emotionally raw to say what he felt without tears. “You nearly did just that to save me. I need to return the favor, Teddy, so I’m gonna love you back to life.”
The room fell silent with only the sounds of his quiet sobs echoing in the stillness. God, he loved her. He loved her more than he had loved anything in the world. Even flying didn’t compare to the swoop his heart did when she was close. Now though, she was both so close and so far away all at the same time. “I love you. I only hope you love me too.”
===
Through the haze, Bear heard a voice. It was distant, but familiar and leading her out of the darkness. The only words she could make out were three of the most distinct: I. Love. You. She couldn’t yet make out who was speaking, but she hoped, she hoped so desperately, that it was Jake on the other side of the fog in her mind. She needed it to be. She had to see him, she had to see her Flyboy.
If it was Jake, she had to talk to him. Bear had to tell him that she loved him back. And she did. If Bear had the energy and the forethought, she would have told him the second she had seen him in the conference room. It had taken hallucinations of waking up in his arms for her to clue in that this wasn’t just attraction. No, Bear loved him. Loved him so much that she would face the armies of the world alone to spare him death. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before and she was both terrified and thrilled that she had figured out why her chest got tight whenever his name was mentioned.
Terrorists couldn’t take him from her, and death couldn’t take her from Jake. If that wasn’t meant to be, Bear didn’t know what was. The voice wasn’t so distant now, nearly loud enough for her to make out everything being said, and she was running towards it, clawing through the shadows and muffled noises until…
Bear heard beeping, the sound of someone stifling sobs, and the same words that had pulled her from the darkness. “God, Teddy. I need you to wake up. I love you too much to let you go like this. Please.”
It was Jake. And he was crying. Her heart broke and she wanted to speak, but her throat was so dry that all she could do was squeeze his hand.
Jake gasped, his tear-filled eyes flying to meet hers. “Teddy.”
“I love you too.” Bear’s voice was raspy from disuse and Jake just stared at her, his hand squeezing hers tightly.
He handed her the water on the bedside table, letting her sip it as he gaped at her, his entire body frozen still. “What?” Jake’s voice sounded strangled as his breath caught in his throat, the cup left forgotten on the table beside him.
“I love you too,” Bear repeated slowly. Her heart was pounding and alarms were going off from the monitors, but all she cared about was hearing Jake say those three beautiful words one more time.
Jake had a knee on her bed in a flash, leaning over her. “Tell me you don’t want this, because I can’t go back to how it was. I just can’t.” His eyes were wide and flicking between her eyes and lips. “Teddy, darlin’ I need you to say somethin’.”
“Kiss me,” Bear whispered. And holy fuck did he. Their lips met and it felt like a vat of chocolate melting in her chest as she kissed him back with everything she could. Trying her hardest to pour every ounce of feeling she had for him into this one gesture, gasping as he tugged on her lip. The cheeky bastard.
For Jake, all he could focus on were the fireworks going off in his head. He deepened the kiss, using her gasp to slip his tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers.
He finally pulled away, watched Bear’s eyes slowly flicker open and grinning as she blinked back emotion that had filled her eyes. “Flyboy…”
“I’m here, Teddy. I’m not going anywhere.” Jake’s hand found hers, squeezing it tightly before pressing a kiss to the back of it, slowly climbing off of the bed. Seconds later, two nurses burst into the room, eyes flying to the now-awake Bear sitting up in her bed.
“Commander…” one nurse began while the other checked the vitals machine. “Any idea as to why your heart rate is so high?” She shot Bear a wink, knowing full well that the blond man in the corner was responsible.
“I have a few ideas,” Bear managed to say over her giggles at the face Jake pulled behind the second nurse’s back. “I’m feeling alright though.”
“I’m sure you do, ma’am. But let’s do a quick assessment first and then we’ll let you get back to your… friend.”
Her face went bright pink, heat spiraling up her ears. “Sounds good.”
“Lieutenant, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the other nurse said, looking at Jake, who then turned to look at Bear.
“I want him to stay.” Her tone had slipped effortlessly back into that of a commanding officer, letting the two nurses know that if they tried to remove him, she would fight back.
They nodded, gesturing for him to sit back down in the chair that they had moved a little ways off from the bed before conducting their assessments. It only took a few minutes for them to determine that she was doing well and left the room, the first nurse hanging back just a moment. “Try to keep that heart rate under control, you two. I know that might be hard with him in the room, but I can’t guarantee any privacy if you two start something.” And with one final wink at the two of them, the nurse left, closing the door again.
“Hear that, Teddy? I gotta control you,” Jake teased, grinning at her. He was just doing this to get a rise out of the woman next to him, who just grinned back, before whipping her arm out to smack him in the stomach.
“Watch it Flyboy,” Bear replied, raising an eyebrow in a feigned stern look. “They’re gonna think that you are the one needing handling.” She was smirking at the red creeping up the back of Jake’s neck, proud of herself for catching him off guard.
But Jake recovered quickly, creeping back towards the bed, eyes fixed on hers. “Careful darlin’, you and I both know that the only thing that needs handlin’ is that mouth. Do I need to shut you up?”
Her face widened in a challenging grin, the familiar spark Jake had often seen in her eyes had been reignited and he felt himself shiver at the intensity gazing back at him. “And the only one doing that handling is gonna be you, right?”
“You’re damn right, Teddy.” His hand cradled her cheek, gently drawing her back in for another soft kiss. “You’re mine. If you want to be.”
“So long as you’re mine,” Bear replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, grinning as he chased her lips. “This is quite the wake up call, though Flyboy. A half-naked man sitting at my bedside, proclaiming his undying love for me.” Bear had been playing with his hoodie strings as her palms rested on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin material of his half-zipped hoodie.
Jake glanced down, catching sight of his bare chest near her hands. “I should probably fix that, huh?”
“Or… you could just stay here…”
He groaned. “You promised the nurse that you would keep that heart rate down, darlin’. Don’t start sayin’ shit like that or you will break your promise.”
Bear just winked at him, settling back against the pillows behind her. “Be quick? I missed you.”
“I’ll be as fast as I can. I promise,” Jake leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, making her smile as she lay back against the pillows.
===
Jake left the room with a wide grin on his face. Bear was awake, and she loved him too! It literally couldn’t get better than this. He hurried back to the locker room, passing Payback, Bob, and Rooster going the other direction. He gave them a nod, and Bob grinned at him, catching the flush on his cheeks. Out of everyone, the WSO knew exactly what had happened, and yet, Jake couldn’t find it in himself to care.
He was steps away from the locker room door, when it swung open, revealing Shrike leading a very disgruntled and worn out Hazard and Jake saw red. This was all his fault; every single little thing. He was the reason Bear had written her letter, the contents of which he would never reveal to anyone. She had known something was off, she had written it down. And Hazard, Colton, had nearly ruined everything.
Hazard barely had time to react before Jake shoved him back through the door and up against the wall. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Jake roared, the pure rage in his voice bouncing off every tile in the locker room.
But it wasn’t Jake throwing the first punch. No, Hazard got a hand up and punched him in the nose, a malicious grin tearing open on his face. “Whatcha gonna do, you fucking ass? Hit me? You can’t.”
Jake smirked, blood rushing down his face. “That’s where you’re wrong. Mav never said anything about us not beating you half to death. Really wanna try somethin’?” He knew that his eyes held the same fire that had burned in Bear’s when she burst into the room to confront him. But unlike when she had done it, Hazard didn’t seem scared of Jake. “I have no problem with any of it.”
His drawled words, combined with the blood from his nose, were enough to make Shrike smile from her spot in the corner. She and the other Seals were on a tight leash, unable to do more than throw the man a dirty look, so if she had engineered this little meetup, no she didn’t. Hazard deserved everything coming to him, even if she couldn’t be the one to inflict a fraction of the pain her boss had experienced.
Hazard opened his mouth to speak, to make some smart ass comment, when Jake slammed his palm into Hazard’s nose. The yell of pain the Seal let out only made Jake’s smirk widen, his green eyes cruel and vindictive. “Bear took worse than that, and you’re whinin’ like a little bitch?” Jake spat, knowing that Hazard was both cuffed and off his game. “You’re pathetic.”
The Seal took another swing, missing Jake by a mile and the pilot laughed. “Come on. I threw you off? Wow. You ain’t nearly as good as you think you are.” He was cackling now, the anger on Hazard’s face only stoking the rage building with every passing moment. He circled Hazard, grinning widely. “Come on, playboy. Show me why you’re a Seal, hmm?”
Two more missed haymakers had Jake’s smirk growing exponentially. He returned the swings, three blows to the stomach, making Hazard double over, groaning. “Now that’s not in the naval spirit,” Jake hissed, grabbing his opponent by the shirt and slamming him back into a row of lockers. Two quick blows to the side, followed by a knee to the face that left blood on Jake’s sweatpants, had Hazard sliding to the ground. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to pass out.”
Jake slapped him across the face, grinning as Hazard’s blue eyes opened and then widened in fear at how close Jake now was. He scrambled back towards the center of the room, feet kicking out and cuffed hands pushing against the tile, doing everything he could to get away from the man before him.
But he was no match for the angry pilot striding towards him with blood still running down his face and staining his chest. “Coward!” Jake growled, pulling the panicked man to his feet and throwing him back into a bench. “You’re just a little bitch, ain’t ya? Brave brave man when betraying your people! BUT NOW? YOU’RE NOTHIN’!” His voice was deafening to those inside. But Jake didn’t care. How could he? His knuckles ached but it paled in comparison to the wrath in his eyes and the hellfire in his blood. Hazard wasn’t getting out alive. Not if he could help it.
In a blink, Jake was on top of Hazard, raining hell down in the form of punches, uncaring if his knuckles were bleeding in time with the traitor’s face. He didn’t know how many times he’d hit the coward, but then Bob and Rooster were pulling him off the other man. “LET ME GO!” Jake roared, fist catching Rooster’s jaw as he struggled. “GET OFF ME!”
Shrike took the moment to move forward, wet cloth in hand. If she took Hazard out of the room looking like his face had been punched in, she could face some trouble. “But let’s be real,” she thought. “People would thank him.” Roughly wiping off the blood, Shrike hauled Hazard to his feet and dragged him out the door. “Pleasure doin’ business with ya, Texas!” Shrike called back as she left the room, bleeding man in tow.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Rooster was looking at his bloody face like he didn’t recognize the man behind it.
“Bastard had it coming,” Jake grumbled, wrenching his arm free from Bob’s grip and stomping over to the sink to wipe the blood off his face and chest. “And don’t tell me you wouldn’ta done the same.”
Rooster scowled at his back, following him. “I wouldn’t have. I-”
Jake whirled around, eyes wild. “Bull fuckin’ shit, Bradshaw! If it were your girl, if someone had hurt your family, you woulda done the same. Hell, even Bob would have fuckin’ done the same!” He was yelling again, uncaring of who heard him.
“She’s not your girl, Seresin. You need to calm down.”
“Get. Out,” Jake ground out. “I beat one man’s ass already today. I’ll do it again.”
“You see this too, right Bob?” Rooster looked genuinely concerned for Jake, as his gaze swung back forth between the two men. “Jake, you trauma bonded. She saved you and got captured as a result. You owe her nothing.”
Jake’s heart sank, anger deflating so suddenly that he nearly collapsed. “It’s-that’s not…”
“I’m sorry, man. But you have to know that,” Bradley said gently. “Bear is amazing and you guys were great friends before this, but beating a man up for her? Surely you have to admit that that is a little excessive.”
“Rooster,” Bob spoke up, seeing the look on Jake’s face. “Leave it, okay?”
“But Bob…”
The WSO shook his head, silencing Bradley’s protests. “He’s been through enough, he doesn’t need this too. Just drop it.” Bob turned to Jake, pausing for a minute as he took in the blond’s conflicted look, before gesturing for Rooster to leave them. “Let me talk to him.”
“Bob-” But when he saw the head shake, Rooster sighed and left.
“You love her.” Bob’s statement made Jake look up at him. “You loved her before we left.”
“I did…” Jake whispered. “God, I’ve loved her for a while. This isn’t a trauma bond. I swear it isn’t.”
“I know.” Jake nodded, chewing on his lip as Bob continued. “You were worried and now you’re doubting everything. All because Rooster of all people got to you? I believe you, Jake and if you say you love her, then I don’t doubt that.”
“You would have done the same, right?”
Bob nodded, eyes darkening just a little. “I would definitely have done the same. You’ve met my wife, you know I would. I also heard a rumor that Bear is awake, you should tell her.”
“I will.”
“Good. Have fun explainin’ the black eye though. Looks like that rat-bastard hit you good.” Bob clapped him on the shoulder and left.
Clearly the bespectacled man didn’t know that he’d already seen Bear. That he’d already told her he loved her. But Bob didn’t need to know, Jake reasoned, pulling on his T-shirt that sat abandoned on a different bench. “Bear loves me back.”
===
Bear sat in her bed, body sagging into the pillows. Every single part of her hurt. Even the end of her nose. A part of her wondered about where Jake was, but figured that he was probably catching up with his team, maybe informing hers that she had woken up. Or maybe, he’d gotten sidetracked by something else.
Either way, Bear let her eyes flutter close, just for a moment. But they flew open moments later at the sound of a crash a few rooms away, making her groan in frustration. She couldn’t even fall asleep without her mind hauling her back to that hellhole. It didn’t matter that the men had left her alone save for their incessant demands for information that she wouldn’t share, it had still fucked her up.
She sat still for a moment before letting her head loll against the pillow, trying to clamber back into that blissful land of sleep that she had left nearly an hour ago to soothe the man with the green eyes that had stolen her mind. Bear was tired of being tired. Exhausted from being afraid, from putting her focus on escaping, and all she wanted was a fucking nap.
This time, her attempt was interrupted by what sounded like Priya shouting “YOU WHAT?!” Even now, on bed rest, despite her forcing the reins of Seal Team 3 back into Bug’s hands yet again, there was still work to be done. Bear only wondered what had her mild mannered second yelling in such a way. Had someone come forward about their involvement in her capture? Or had someone incorrectly filled out a form and caused Bug two hours of extra work?
Either way, Bear felt the exhaustion seep into her bones as she shut her eyes against the fluorescent lighting that seemed to force its way into every pore. She felt like she was under a microscope; every twitch, every rustle, on display for the world to see her wounds.
All she wanted was to sleep, but it had eluded her at every attempt thus far and it was already driving her up the wall.
A nurse passed by the open door and Bear waved her over, asking her if she could shut the lights off. A nod and then a click and the room seemed to fall quiet. The only remaining light came from the open window, but it grew faint the longer Jake was gone and so she reached, pulling at some of her stitches and was able to turn the bedside light on.
It had clearly been brought in for Jake as he spent his time watching over her and the thought sent butterflies racing through her stomach.
He was safe.
And so was she.
Bear could rest easier now. Her hours spent in worry for her team, for Jake, for everyone was over. Bug had it handled and she could lay back and let her team handle it.
So she dozed in her room, waiting for the green-eyed, golden haired man she loved to come back to her.
===
Jake was silent the entire way back to the infirmary, lost in his thoughts. But he was quickly pulled from them when Bear gasped, her eyes catching on the growing bruise around his eyes and nose. “What happened?”
“Hazard.”
“He’s just wandering?” Bear’s eyes flared with anger that the traitor would lay his hands on Jake. “No one’s watching him? Questioning him?” Her hand moved up to trace over his cheekbone, a feather light touch over his bruising eye.
Jake sat on the edge of the bed, catching her hand and pulling it down to rest on her lap. “Teddy. I’m okay. Pretty damn sure Shrike led him into my path, knowin’ that I had his number.”
Her anger suddenly forgotten, Bear grabbed his other hand with hers, gently running a thumb over the broken skin on his knuckles. “You hurt him?”
“I did. Couldn’t let him get away with the shit he pulled, he hurt my girl,” Jake replied softly, meeting her eyes. “I would have killed him if I thought that’s what you woulda wanted.”
Bear shook her head. “Jake, no. His skull is mine. But he will face justice, Admiral Harris has been informed of the situation. All of it,” she told him, her eyes softening as they caught the truthfulness of his words. “I love you. I don’t care how fast it is. I love you.” She raised his hand to her lips, trailing barely-there kisses over his knuckles, only stopping when Jake’s hand lifted her head up to kiss her gently.
“I love you too, Teddy. I love you too.”
Everything else could wait. The world was on pause, Bear thought, as Jake folded himself into her hospital bed, pulling her into his arms and peppering kisses to her face.
He loved her and she, him. What more could be said?
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A/N: They finally said it! I know I freaked some of y’all out with that nightmare in the last part but I think I made up for it! Big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 and @sarahsmi13s for being incredible betas. And let’s all thank @dakotakazansky for talking me out of what I had originally planned for these two and for helping me with some replotting!
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Regarding the non-existant reactions to the previous parts, I'm quite sure nobody reads this story and I know I'm much too late for the fandom, but I'm gonna post the parts I've written anyway. *shrugs*
Previous parts can be found here: Masterlist
Safe Haven
A Maze Runner Fan Fiction
Pairing: Thomas / female OFC Setting: After the end of ‘TMR - Death Cure’ Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful. In this part he's runs right into Anne after Kasey's turned him down and he really needs to vent.... Warnings:  smut/sex/porn, swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, daddy-kink, oral, nsfw, 18+ readers only Credits: TMR-Characters don’t belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I’m going to remove the pictures. Beta by the wonderful  @hell1129-blog​  Thanks for your support! xo
Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.
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It took Anne less than five minutes from meeting Thomas at the sanitary shack on his way home to winning him over for a hot make-out session behind the wooden building. His vulnerable emotional state and his hurt pride made it easy for her. Her back pressed against the wall he kissed her hungrily, caressing her crisp little tits. His Ex may have ditched him because she considered him to be a bore but she still appreciated his skills as a lover. And so, from time to time, they had a little fun together - no strings attached. 
A loud moan escaped Thomas' mouth when Anne massaged his rock-hard dick through his trousers.
"Shush, silly. We don't want someone to interrupt us, do we." Anne giggled, laying a finger on his lips.
"It's your fault. You make me moan." Thomas replied, his voice thick with arousal.
"I'm sorry." Anne kissed him, her hand still on his cock.
"Get him out." Thomas whispered in her ear. "Touch him."
"You don't have to tell me twice." Anne grinned before she unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down his legs together with his boxers. She started stroking his cock skillfully.
"Anne..." Thomas groaned. "Be a good girl and suck me off, okay? Daddy really needs it tonight." "Sure, daddy. Whatever you wish." She looked at him with big round eyes, batting her long eyelashes innocently, falling to her knees right away. She was into daddy kink and he knew which buttons to push to make her do what he wanted. And what he wanted right now was to ease the tension and get rid of all the frustration inside of him. In short...he needed to get off. He hadn't had sex in a while. Since he'd fallen for Kasey he just didn't feel like shagging some random girl. So it had been less fucking and more jerking off in the shower since then, but tonight he needed something more.  He needed to get Kasey out of his system. Turned out it wasn't that easy.
Thomas leaned back, his head resting on the moist wood of the wall, his eyes closed, his breath going fast.
When he felt her tongue on the tip of his dick, circling the head seductively, it wasn't Anne's tongue. He couldn't help but deceive himself by imagining it was Kasey's pretty little mouth that was wrapped around his member. Tight and wet and eagerly sucking his dick. When he opened his eyes, bending his head slowly he imagined seeing Kasey's full lips, sliding up and down his length. It was her honey blonde hair, he grabbed, burying his hands in the thick, soft silk, not Anne's short whiteblond strands.
"Fuck...you're doing great, baby girl. Go on, make daddy cum." he moaned, his voice hoarse and demanding.
She sucked him harder, pumping his dick faster, squeezing his balls. Damn, the girl knew how to give a blow job. He imagined Kasey would do it even better, maybe deep throating him.
With this picture on his mind he came hard, spilling a hot shot of cum into Anne's mouth.
"Kasey!" he grunted breathless, thrusting his hips, shoving his cock deep inside her mouth, savouring the last waves of his orgasm. 
Anne rose to her feet abruptly, drops of cum on her lips, fuming.
"Kasey? Are you serious?" she shouted angrily, wiping her mouth. "You cry out the name of another woman, coming in my fucking mouth? Am I a joke to you, Thomas?"
"I'm sorry, Anne...I don't know what has gotten into me." He reached out for her but she shoved him away.
"Don't touch me, asshole. Ever. Again." she hissed, her eyes shooting daggers at him.
"You are so pathetic." she added with a disgusted grin. "Fucking all those girls but too chicken to make a move on her? Or probably you hit on her and she turned you down."
"Anne..." getting his dick back in his pants, he tried to interrupt her but she wouldn't let him.
"I mean...she's well out of your league, Tommy, you know that, huh? Kasey is classy. She wouldn't want a sissy like you."
"Please shut up, Anne." Thomas said pleadingly with a threatening undertone. But she just crossed her arms in front of her chest, not willing to stop her rant. "Everybody knows she's anxiously waiting for Parker anyway. He's the one she wants. And I understand her. He's awesome. Hot as fuck, smart. Tattoos all over his shredded body. A real man, not some whimpering boy..."
"Stop it, Anne." 
"And he's her age. You are too young for her. Do you really think she wants a 20 year old bore when she can have a 25 year old man of action? A leader, not a grunt..."
"Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth. You don't have a clue who she wants and what's going on between us." Thomas shouted, raging with fury.
Anne jumped, looking scared for a split second, but regaining control fast, when it dawned on her. "You love her!" Anne laughed almost hysterically. "This is hilarious. You love Kasey." Thomas stared at her, unable to say anything. Unable to deny the obvious. 
"Well, Tommy, Karma is a bitch, right? Of all the single women in this camp you choose the only one you can't have because she's too smart to fall in love with a moron like you."
"Fuck you, Anne."
"No...fuck you, Thomas." she said, showing him the finger. "Fuck you and never talk to me again." And then she went away, leaving him frustrated, angry and desperate.
***
When Thomas stormed into their hut ten minutes later, slamming the door behind him so hard it almost took off its hinges, Minho woke up with a jolt, his hammock rocking like crazy.
"Jesus, Tommy, what the fuck?" he mumbled sleepy, rubbing his eyes.
"Sorry, man. Didn't mean to wake you."
"Didn't work." 
"Yeah." Thomas said with a deep sigh, plopping down on his bed, taking off his boots and his trousers before sliding under the sheets.
"What's up? You look like shit. Everything all right?" Minho asked with a frown.
"Let's just say I had a rough night, okay?" 
"What's happened? You were fine when you left like what...two hours ago?"
"Nothing. I'd rather not talk about it, okay?" Thomas turned around to face the wall, closing his eyes, hoping his friend was going to leave him alone.
"No, it's not okay. You should see yourself, you look like a zombie. Just fucking tell me what happened, shank." Minho insisted.
"You wanna know what happened?" Thomas jumped out of his bed, starting to pace the little room like a lunatic with a grim look on his face. "I'm gonna tell you what happened, okay?" his voice was vibrating with emotion now. Minho wasn't sure whether his friend was about to burst into tears or to throw a tantrum.
"In the last one and a half hours I had a very emotional conversation with Kasey, then I kissed her and she kissed me back, making me a happy man but then she changed her mind and turned me down, 'cause she knows I'm nothing but a cheap fuckboy. And being the stupid asshole I am, I couldn't find the words to tell her I love her, before Quincy showed up out of nowhere, interrupting us."
"Wow, Tommy..."
"Oh no, man. Keep listening. I'm not done yet. Instead of asking Quincy to give us a minute and talking to Kasey, I just left like a bloody coward. Five minutes later I ran into Anne and what do you think...I had nothing better to do than try to get rid of all that sexual and emotional frustration by letting her give me a blow job behind the sanitary shack. And if that wasn't bad enough I accidentally called her Kasey, my dick balls deep in her mouth, which caused a huge fight between us. That's what happened."
Minho gaped at him, speechless for seconds, that felt like hours for Thomas.
"For heaven's sake, Minho. Say something."
"Yeah...well...shit, Tommy. That's the worst I've heard in a while."
"Oh great, thanks my friend." Thomas rolled his eyes, sinking down on a chair, tired and exhausted.
"Sorry, that I'm a little taken aback." Minho replied sarcastically. "I didn't even know there's something going on between you and Kasey. That you like her...well at least not like this."
"Yeah. I do..."
And then Thomas told his friend the story properly, right from the beginning. From the day he fell for Kasey Miller head over heels to tonight's events by the campfire.
"You know you have to talk to her first thing in the morning, right? Tell her how you feel and tell her what happened behind the sanitary shack. Before Anne does." 
"You think she would?" Thomas' eyes widened in shock.
"Maybe. You know she can be a crazy little bitch sometimes."
"Right." Thomas sighed. "Do you think Kasey loves me too?" he added almost whispering.
"To be honest, mate. I don't have a clue. But she kissed you, right? And we know she wasn't just looking for a shag. So she must have kissed you because she likes you. I would say you have a real chance."
"Thanks, Minho." Thomas said stifling a yawn.
"Anytime, Thomas. That's what friends are for. And now let's try to get some sleep."
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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years
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Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 61)
Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 61)
Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader
Author: @sheerfreesia007​​
Words: 2,565
Warnings: Fluff, wedding dress stress, tears
Tags: @synystersilenceinblacknwhite​, @two-unbeatable-beaters​, @randomness501​, @sevvysaurus​, @paryl​, @talesfromtheguild​, @secretsihideinside​, @agingerindenial​, @mrschiltoncat​
Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711​, @fioccodineveautunnale​
Author Notes: Got a little sad again but I loved this one! The first dress picture is Addison’s pick and the second dress picture is the dress. I love Tequila. I need a Tequila in my life. Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading! I love you all!
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         Walking into the bridal dress boutique you are welcomed warmly by the shop attendants with bright happy smiles. You can see off to the right hand side that Memaw, Jack’s mom Addison, Jack’s sister Charlotte, and Jack’s sister in law Rachel are already there sitting in the chairs waiting for you. You walk over to them with a warm smile.
         “I’m so sorry to keep you guys waiting.” You admit in greeting as Memaw stands up with her arms open wide. Happily you walk into her arms and receive the wonderful hug she offers you. Addison is next to give you a huge while Charlotte and Rachel also give you hugs.
         “Nonsense darlin’. Now where is that strapping young man of honor of yours?” Memaw asks with a smirk and you bark out a surprised laugh in delight as you watch her eyes dart around the store.
         “Memaw! Honestly!” Addison chides her mother as she looks over to you with an exasperated look. “She’s been goin’ on and on about him ever since she found out from Jack that he’s your man of honor.” She explained with an eye roll and you sniggered softly at the antics of the older women.
         “Well he is handsome. Jack showed us a picture of him.” Charlotte says as she and Rachel give you hugs in greeting as well.
         “He’s definitely a looker I’ll agree to that. And he’s a sweetheart so he’s a catch.” You say immediately going into wing woman mode with a wide smile. Just as you finish saying that you see Memaw stand up a little bit straighter and smirk softly at the older woman. Turning to look over your shoulder you spot Tequila over by the door as a store clerk begins talking to him and he shakes his head and points over to you and the other women in your group.
         “Ok so how did you want to do this?” Rachel asks kindly as you turn back to them when Tequila comes to your side.
         “Uh, to be honest I was kind of hoping you’d be able to help me. I don’t know how to do this.” You admit sheepishly and the women all look over at you a little surprised. Just then you feel a warm arm wrap around your back and tug you closer to a warm strong body. You look over at Tequila and see he’s smiling warmly at you and you return the smile to him.
         “Of course we’ll help you Cur. Why don’t we each pick out a dress for you to try on and that way you can see the different styles and get a feel for what you like.” Tequila said to the group and you nodded your head liking his idea. “You can also look and pick out some too that catch your eye.”
         “Oh that’s a wonderful idea!” Addison says excitedly before she rushes off to go look at dresses. You chuckle along with Charlotte and Rachel while you watch with wide eyes as Memaw drag Tequila away to go look at dresses as well. Charlotte, Rachel and yourself laugh brightly at the antics of the older women before the three of you begin walking down the aisles of wedding dresses.
         “So have you thought about what kind of style that you’re going for?” Rachel asks softly as she pulls dresses to inspect them with a critical eye.
         “Well I look better in an a line dress. And I always liked the look of lace. But I’m not really looking for anything extravagant.” You explained distracted as you looked at different dresses as well.
         “Welp, expect to get the opposite from Memaw and Mom.” Charlotte snarks out and chuckle along with Rachel. The three of you move along the aisles and each woman picks out a dress while you still look around.
         “They have good intentions, you know just they like what they like.” Rachel says with a shrug. You nod along knowing that Addison and Memaw only want you to be happy on your wedding day.
         “I know. I actually like the idea of you guys helping me to be honest. I’m a little bit lost in all of this stuff. I wasn’t much into dresses until I got into college when I was in a dorm with a fashion forward girl.” You explained with a shrug of your shoulders. “I learned so much from her on how to dress myself in clothes that fit well and looked good on my body. She was so happy to have a little guinea pig for all her fashion ideas.”
         “Did she do a whole makeover on you?” Charlotte asked curiously as she looked over at you.
         “Yeah but she didn’t really change anything about my look, she just enhanced certain parts of it. Showed me all about makeup and what colors looked better on me than others.” You said with a shrug. “She was a good friend in college.”
         “Will she be at the wedding?” Rachel asked softly.
         “Yes, she called me up just recently and told me her, her husband and her toddler would be coming.” You replied as you pulled out another dress to look over. It was a satin cream white dress that had a shallow v neckline that you thought would look nice on you. Picking it off the rack you held it over your arm and the three of you began to move towards where you would show off the dresses.
         “There she is!” called out Memaw as you appeared in the little gathering area with your dress selection. A store clerk was waiting with a bright smile on her face and you nodded to her as she took the three dresses from you, Charlotte and Rachel and hung them up.
         “So we have six dresses to try on. Would you like to start with the three from you and your sisters?” asked the clerk. You jerked your head over to her in surprise at her words and then your eyes darted over to where Charlotte and Rachel sat wide eyed. The words stung a tiny bit as you thought of your own sister being here to help you in this milestone but as you stared over at the two women who were going to become your sisters you felt your heart begin to swell with pride and love for them. A smile slowly grew on your face and you watched as Rachel and Charlotte begin to tear up slightly when they understood what you were thinking.
         “I think that would be lovely.” You husked over to the clerk and she smiled brightly and clapped her hands together while you blinked away the tears that had gathered in your eyes.
         “Wait!” came a shout and you whipped your head over to Tequila who was pulling out a white box from under his chair. Memaw and Addison were grinning over at you as Tequila walked up to you and presented the box to you. “Future Mrs. Daniels can’t forget her bouquet to sell the whole look now can she?” he drawled out to you and you gasped as you saw inside the box. There lay a fake flower bouquet of what your actual wedding bouquet was going to look like. Looking up at Tequila you watched him wink silently at you making you grin and lean up on tip toe to press a kiss to his cheek.
         “Thanks Tequila.” You whispered to him as you took out the bouquet. “Now let’s try some dresses on!” you cheered and everyone else around you cheered loudly.
           “Oh goodness Charlotte what made you pick that dress?” Memaw scoffed and you turned wide eyes to Charlotte who was glaring daggers at Memaw from her seat.
         “This is more her style Memaw. We actually asked her what she liked and picked dresses according to that.” Charlotte snarked back at Memaw.
         “She is the bride Charlotte. She needs to shine and be seen.” Memaw explained and shook her head at the dress you were wearing. It was the third one you had tried on so far. Your pick wasn’t the right color for your skintone so that had been voted off the island. Rachel’s pick was more your style but the neckline was too deep for your comfort so that had been vetoed as well. And now standing in Charlotte’s choice you liked the lace top of it but the large tulle gown part was too much for you but Charlotte was correct in that it was more your style since it was an a line dress.
         “Alright ladies let’s let the bride decide.” Tequila refereed easily as the two women glared at each other.
         “Yes darlin’ what do you think?” Addison asked eagerly as she tried to diffuse the situation.
         “It’s my style but I don’t like the poof.” You said with a slight grimace towards Charlotte who grinned widely at you. “Which you knew.” You deadpanned to Charlotte who laughed softly.
         “I picked it just incase you would like something like that. It was to give you more options to think about.” Charlotte explained. “When I was hunting for my wedding dress I was so dead set on one style that I knew I liked and when I couldn’t find the dress I tried something out of that style and immediately fell in love with my dress.” She explained with a shrug of her shoulders. “It’s just to show you what else is out there.”
         “I think she looks like she was swallowed by a tulle monster.” Rachel quipped and you burst out laughing as your hands flew to your hips. Charlotte burst out into soft giggles while Memaw, Addison and Tequila all chuckled softly as well.
         “Alright! My dress is next.” Memaw declared with a raise of her finger. You nodded and went back into the dressing room to try on another dress.
         When you came out you could hear a pin drop as the taffeta billowing gown crinkled noisily around you. The puffed shoulder caps lightly grazed the sides of your face and you darted your eyes over to Charlotte and Rachel in a plea for help. But neither of the women would save you as they both burst out in peals of laughter.
         “Oh my goodness.” Addison said softly as she got a good look at you and covered her mouth with a hand.
         “What?” Memaw asked incredulously as she waved her hand towards you.
         “Oh Memaw.” Tequila groaned lowly and you couldn’t hold it in any longer as you burst out in bright happy laughter.
         “What?” Memaw asked again as she swiveled her head back and forth around the group. “I think she looks wonderful.”
         “Yeah if she was on her way to wedding in the 70s.” Charlotte snipped and suddenly Addison was giggling from behind her hand as she shook her head.
         “Charlotte!” snapped Memaw who frowned at her granddaughter.
         “This is a no.” you said firmly as you wiped tears away from the corners of your eyes.
         “Oh thank goodness I thought we would have to knock some sense into your head.” Rachel quipped and you burst out in peals of laughter again. Turning back to the dressing room laughter rung out behind you as the dress crinkled and swayed around you as you trudged back to the room.
         When you came back out in Addison’s pick of dress everyone was quietly staring at you in awe. It was gorgeous bright white Grecian styled dress. It had a shallow v neck and it was a line but the back of the dress was essentially backless as it draped so low that it didn’t cover anything. Which would cause problems for your chest, you weren’t comfortable going without a bra and on your wedding day you didn’t think it would be something you wanted to do.
         “You look stunning.” Came Rachel’s awed voice. And you nodded your head as tears of frustration crept into your eyes.
         “Oh darlin’ what is it?” Addison asked softly as she approached you.
         “It’s a beautiful dress and is something I would wear. I just don’t like the back. I can’t go braless.” You bemoaned to her softly as she stared up at on the pedestal.
         “Oh darlin’, it’s alright.” She said softly to you as she moved her hand to wipe your tears from your eyes. “If this last dress isn’t what you want then we will find something like this with a better backing.” She reassured you. “If we have to we can always get it altered darlin’.” You nodded your head as you felt the frustration of trying to find a wedding dress that you loved begin to consume you.
         “Hey Cur, it’s ok if you don’t find something today.” Tequila said warmly from behind Addison. He was sitting next to Memaw with a knowing look on his face and you were easily calmed by his presence. “Besides I’m sure if your walked down the aisle in a burlap sack Whiskey would still think you’re the sexiest thing on the planet.”
         “Oh lordy would he. That man is wrapped so tightly around your little finger.” Rachel quipped nodding her head in agreement. Your watery chuckle burst out of your chest and Addison grinned as she nodded her head to Rachel’s words.
         “She’s not wrong darlin’.” Addison said softly as she gently cupped your face. “Now go try on Tequila’s pick and let’s see how beautiful you look.”
         Following Addison’s words you quietly slipped into the last dress that the clerk helped you into. You easily walked out of the dressing room and suddenly there was a low whistle sounding from in front of you. Your head snapped up and saw Tequila grinning wildly at you as his eyes raked up and down your body.
         “Oh darlin’.” Addison said softly and you watched as the other women nodded their heads at you. Turning around you gazed at yourself in the mirrors and felt your chest expand quickly in awe. You looked beautiful. The wedding dress had a gorgeous lace overlay and an unfinished rustic look to the neckline and shoulders, while the skirt of it was soft flowing tulle that looked stunning. The tiny little belt around the waist was gorgeous as well. You felt like you had become a woodland goddess in this dress and suddenly tears were springing to your eyes. This was it.
         Warm firm arms wrapped around your waist and you felt a broad chest press up against your back. Your body shook as emotion flooded your system and cried softly. It wasn’t just that you felt and looked beautiful, it was also because Tequila had picked this out for you. Your best friend who had been with you every step of this wondrous milestone had picked out the perfect wedding dress for you. Turning in his arms you wrapped yours around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder.
         “Thank you.” You whispered and squeezed him tightly.
         “Anything for you Cur.” He whispered back to you and you felt the tears falling from your eyes into his shirt. You knew this was something that you should be sharing with your family and in a sense you were. It wasn’t your mom, sister or dad but it was with people who you considered your family through and through.
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Cold as Ice - Five 
A/N Thanks to everyone who messaged me about it being up late, I am sorry about that I thought I had it scheduled but I guess I didn’tttt. Enjoy! 
Nesta moved through the ice, she was right that her 9:30 am class sucked, her head pounding from the alcohol and having to deal with her sister last night. She made Mor make a pitstop to make sure her sister got home, walking her to the door and lecturing her on an important life decision which was just met with an eye roll. 
It creeped her out, honestly, that her sister would go for a college guy, especially Tamlin. Even without the school rivalry he was just disgusting. She jumps, moving into a spin, losing her thoughts as her eyes blur. She turns to see Mor run through the lounge moving towards the locker room, Nesta looks towards their coach Morta Queen who was watching Amren with dagger eyes as she worked on a new trick. 
Mor hops along towards the rink as she ties her figure skates, she huffs as she looks up to see Nesta staring at her. “Thanks for being helpful,” she says, stepping onto the ice and glancing towards Coach Morta who was giving Amrem critiques. “Do you think she noticed I was late?” 
Nesta titles her head looking back at Morta before looking back at Mor with an obvious look, “What do you think? She notices everything,” she replies, with a slight shrug, “just have a good excuse ready for when she asks.” 
Mor blows the hair that fell out of her bun and shakes her head, “Does getting coffee with an old friend and not paying attention to the time count?” 
Nesta laughs, sliding across the ice and twisting as she looks back at Mor, “Good luck, Mor,” she murmurs, slipping on her headphones and pressing play on her competition music. She pushes through her performance, knowing that her coach is watching from across the ice. 
“Alright ladies!” Coach Morta yells, clapping her hands while the girls pull their headphones out while moving towards the coach. “I saw a lot of potential and even more mistakes, I want you all to clock in at least twenty times through your routine before our next practice.” 
Everyone groans and turns towards each other, “Everyone, hit the showers, Mor, hit the gym. I want a three mile run done in fifteen minutes for being late,” she says, before turning and exiting the ice. Nesta looks over at Mor and shakes her head while she says, “Yeah, it appears she noticed, I thought it would be worse though.” 
Nesta steps off the ice, sitting down on the bleachers watching her teammates make their way into the locker room while she sips on her water and scrolls through instagram.  Her eyes narrowing at Mors post, Cassian had a key to their apartment? She scowls towards the gym as if Mor could see her, they would have words about that later. 
After a sufficient enough break she gets back onto the ice, every worry about her sister or class work was gone as she moved gracefully over the ice. 
“Pretty impressive, when will I learn that?” Cassian yells, stepping onto the ice with bright white figure skates. She stops when she spots them, pulling out her headphones while letting out a chuckle as he struggles with the difference the skates give. “Wanna stop laughing and teach me something, coach?” 
She shakes her head, moving towards him and reaching her hands out, “Let’s start with some basics,” she replies, moving backwards and she pulls him forward. He looks at her with an “are you serious right now” look, “What? You need to know how to balance before I can show you anything else.” 
“Alright, you’re the coach,” he retorts as they begin to lap around the rink, “I gotta say, I am surprised you are actually teaching me, I really thought you would just throw me into it and make me want to quit.” 
She chuckles, watching his facial expression intently, “Hey, I need a new duet partner and if you’re good maybe I’ll get you to switch over,” she says with a slight shrug as she lets go over his hands. “Ready for some basic technique? I just need you to get comfortable on the ice without having a bunch of pads protecting you.” 
He nods, watching her as she steps one foot in front of the other, lifting her left leg straight up in the air. His arms straight out beside him as his leg holds him up, his other leg only slightly above his knee at a right angle. 
She claps her hand as she stands back up, “That was truly amazing, I really think you're onto something,” she chuckles, as he turns towards her, “Your flexibility sucks, your balance sucks for a skater too, how long have you been playing hockey for?” 
He scratches his head. “Since sophomore year in highschool, so four years,” he says as if that’s something to be embarrassed about but she’s seen him on the ice, she’s seen what he can do during a game. He was brilliant for someone who started so late. 
“How can I become more flexible?” he says. 
She squints at him trying to see if he was being serious or not, “This isn’t that big of deal, I can work around your flexibility.” 
He shakes his head, “No, I should be more flexible anyways, tell me what to do coach.”
“I don’t really have a set routine, I usually just hit up the yoga classes they have here or look on youtube or pinterest for stretching, and make sure you stretch after every workout.” Her eyes narrow at that last part because she knows none of them do. 
She coaches him for a few more minutes before the rink workers yell at them to get off because free skating ended twenty minutes ago. She hates herself for saying what she says next but she did have fun today and they do have a bet, “When is it my turn?” 
He turns towards her shocked, “I didn’t think you’d ask willingly,” he pauses thinking, “Wanna meet here on Tomorrow  around 6?” 
“I work Tomorrow night,” she replies frowning. 
He chuckles, shaking his head, “No, 6am not pm,” She frowns at him, “You want me to get her at 6 am?” 
He nods as he makes his way towards the men's locker room, ‘I’ll even bring you coffee,” he calls. 
“I like Iced Caramel Macchiatos!” She yells at him before the door shuts, closing them off from one another. She moves towards her own locker room, a new spring in her step.  She glances around the empty lounge, pulling out her phone to text Feyre, she had seen her creepying around before practice and wanted to make sure she got home safe. 
As she pushes the door open, she looks down as her phone buzzes a new message from Feyre: Surprisingly, you were right, Tamlin sucks. Rhysand gave me a ride home. 
Nesta shakes her head at that, deciding to get more into that tomorrow. Rhysand wasn’t a bad guy so he had Nesta stamp of approval. 
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louhooo · 4 years
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Hello My Old Heart | Chap. 14
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader [AU]
Warnings: Swearing (like a LOT) aaaand some ANGST, BUT SO MUCH FLUFF IT’S FINALLY HERE GUYS
A/N: Feedback is always loved and appreciated 💘
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The average wedding photographer can have a salary anywhere from $35,726 to $107,875 in a given year. For how much they cost, they should make any couples’ wedding look straight out of Pinterest.
Steve and Sharon’s photographer should have been paid more.
As soon as you and Bucky had stepped into the corridor of the church, flashes started going off, thus starting the hundreds of pictures you would be expected to pose in.
After the first hour, you weren’t sure you could feel your cheeks anymore. But that pain was well worth it if it kept you from talking to Bucky. Every time the photographer wanted just pictures of Steve and Sharon, Bucky found his way to your side.
“So about yesterday…-” He started, low and quiet.
“Let’s have the groom and his groomsmen take some pictures! This lighting is perfect!” You cleared your throat and took a small step to the side.
“That’s you.” You could still feel his eyes on you. When you finally looked at him, he blinked. Why were you being this way? 
By the time the bulk of the picture taking was done, it was time for dinner. A buffet line was set up along a wall of twinkling lights, and Clint and Sam were the first in line. You lingered, making small talk with old classmates or helping Sharon’s out of town cousins find their way back to their table. Anything to keep you busy and away from Bucky.
Eventually, you had run out of reasons to avoid getting food, and you got small helpings of whatever looked good. The DJ talked over the speakers, announcing to everyone that if they had any requests for songs, to get them in now. When you made it back to the bridesmaid’s side of the long table, you tugged on Nat’s hair.
“What’s that for?!” You shot her a look.
“I think you sprained your ankle on purpose, Natasha.” She rolled her eyes as you sat down beside her.
“One, no I didn’t. Two, it’s fractured, not sprained, and three, you can’t prove anything.” You sighed and took an angry stab at your vegetables. 
“Fine. Maybe I can’t prove you injured yourself on purpose, but I know it was you that pushed me at the ceremony and almost made me biff it in front of everyone.” Nat shrugged, sipping her wine.
“I won’t deny that one.” Pushing you seemed to be the only way to get you to talk to Bucky, so, you’re welcome, Nat internalized. She glanced behind you, spotting Sam and Bucky in a heated discussion from the looks of it. A hand reached out onto Nat’s plate, taking a roll.
“I’m so fucking hungry.” Sharon plopped down, taking an inelegant bite of bread. You chuckled.
“I told you to eat something this morning…” Sharon groaned and propped her elbows on the table.
“I wasn’t hungry this morning, though! I was too anxious!” You and Nat laughed, attracting attention from the other side of the table.
“Hey, Y/N!” You craned your head and looked at Sam. “You ready for speeches, yet?” You scrunched your face.
“I don’t know… maybe we should wait until-” Sam was already standing up and walking over to the DJ and grabbing a microphone.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! How’s everyone doin’ tonight?!” The room filled with scattered cheers. “That’s alright. We’ll work on it. I’m Sam, the good looking groomsmen, and I’m just here to introduce Y/N, our first speech of the night. So, Steve, get your butt up here so we can get this show on the road!” You glared daggers at Sam as he made his way back over to the table. He might like to say he doesn’t like the attention, but everyone knew that was a fucking lie. He smiled and handed you the microphone.
“I hate you.” He kissed your cheek.
“No, you don’t.” Sam sat down in his spot beside Bucky just as Steve made his way to the table, his tie already loosened around his neck. Steve sat on the other side of Sharon, his arm wrapping around the back of her chair. He smiled at you.
“Well, Sunshine? I was promised a speech….” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but grin. You took a few sips of wine and stood up, pulling your speech from your bra. You watched Pepper kiss Tony’s cheek and quickly walk back to her seat before you held the mic up to your mouth.
“Hi, everyone, I’m Y/N, but I’m pretty sure everyone in this room knows that already,” a few polite chuckles, and a holler from Clint filled the room. You rolled your eyes, and kept your focus down on your notes. “For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Y/N, the stand-in maid of honor this afternoon,” Nat pinched your side and you jumped with a laugh, “and I’ve known Sharon since the third grade. We were both in Mrs. Van Dynes’ class and on the first day, Sharon offered me her grape scented eraser, and we’ve been best friends ever since.” 
You looked over at Sharon and smiled at one another. “Sharon, I know we’re friends, but I’ve always imagined you as the sister I never had. You’re the kindest, most patient, most unbelievably incredible woman, and I am so happy that you continue to put up with my complaining.” Sharon laughed and held out her hand for yours. You laced your hands together and smiled, “I love you, Sharon, and Steve is the luckiest guy for getting to be married to you.” You leaned down and hugged her, “I love you, Shar.” She hugged you back, sniffling as you pulled back.
You dropped hands and grinned at Steve, taking a few steps until you were standing behind him, your hand on his shoulders. “Now, Steve and I have known each other a lot longer than Sharon and I have,” Steve chuckled and murmured an ‘oh no’ under his breath. “Oh, yes, Steve,” the room laughed and Steve looked up at you. “A whole three months longer, but still, longer. So anyway, pretty much everyone I’ve talked to believes Steve when he says that Sharon’s the only one he’s ever had eyes for. And, technically, that might be true, but I’m pretty sure he’s just conveniently forgetting the sixth grade.” Steve laughed, making you laugh with him. “Sorry, Sharon, but it’s true; you weren’t Steve’s first kiss.” The room continued to laugh and you looked at Steve. “Personally, I hope you’re better at kissing now than you were when we were eleven, because, otherwise, Sharon I am so sorry for-” Steve grabbed your wrist and pulled the microphone down to his mouth.
“I am much better now, thank you,” you laughed along with the other guest and wiped the tears from under your eyes. Once your laughter had subsided enough for you to talk, you laid your hand on his shoulder, again.
“Steve, I know we haven’t been as close as we were growing up, and I know you’re the big, tall fire captain,” he chuckled, “but you’ll still always be my Stevie that let me play video games with you, even when girls were still gross.” He smiled warmly up at you, his hand going on top of yours. “I love you, Steve.” He sniffed and stood up, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you tightly. 
“I love you, too, Y/N. I’m glad Mom told us to go bother you that morning.” You hugged him back tighter, swallowing the lump that was forming in your throat. You pulled back and smiled up at him. You cleared your throat and brought the microphone closer.
“Well, I’ll give this back to Sam, since he was so eager to get this started, and he can talk next.” You handed the mic back to Sam and quickly found your seat, taking huge gulps of water to stop yourself from crying. It was way too early to be starting that.
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Speeches went on for another half hour until the DJ announced it was “party time” and the dance floor flooded with Steve and Sharon’s slightly inebriated family. You rotated who you danced, switching from Sharon, to Clint, to Steve, to Sam, who took the Cha-Cha Slide way more seriously than you did.
Eventually, the DJ shifted the music, and Elton John filled the room, and Steve and Sharon shared their first dance as husband and wife. You stood to the side, smiling to yourself at your friends. Sharon and Steve smiled at each other, completely absorbed in the other. 
On the other side of the room, Bucky watched you hug yourself and sway, trying desperately to not let the emotions get to you. You finally looked at Bucky, staring back at him as tears started down your face. You turned and left, retreating outside for fresh air and solitude from the love that consumed the room.
“Hey.” You closed your eyes and sighed, turning slowly to look at the source of the voice.
“Hey.” You stared at each other, both internally fighting for the strength to speak first.
Bucky won.
“Can we talk now?” You sighed, your shoulders drooping in defeat. “Fine.” You started walking away from the building, following the sidewalk wherever it took you. Bucky followed, albeit slower, and more hesitant, keeping his distance until he was sure you were okay with how close he was walking beside you.
The crickets chirped, and you stared up at the stars in the sky. You cleared your throat. “Well?” Bucky sighed and lolled his head.
“Don’t. Don’t start that, now. I’ve been tryin’ to talk to you since Thursday morning, and you’ve been ignoring me and I have no idea why you—”
“No idea? Really? You don’t have the slightest idea why I might not wanna talk to you?”
“No, Y/N! That’s what I’m trying to tell you if you would just listen to me! What happened? What happened overnight that made you hate me again!?” You stopped walking and poked your finger into his chest.
“Dot! Dot Williams! That’s what fucking happened!” You took off, and Bucky spun with a confused face, grabbing your arm.
“What the fuck does Dot Williams have to do with—” You spun and glared at him, his hold immediately dropping from your arm.
“Are you fucking serious?!”
“Yes! I don’t know what she has to do with anything, Y/N.” You sighed, annoyed at him for still treating  you like the fool you’d been. You rolled your eyes and scoffed.
“Thursday, I had time to kill, and I went downtown, and I went into the shop your mom used to own, and apparently it’s Dot’s shop now, and she let me in on your little secret.” Bucky pinched his brows, confusion and annoyance clearly on his face.
“My what? I—”
“You and Dot! She told me you guys are dating!” You scoffed, “And it sounds like it’s been a while ‘cause you even invited her to the fucking wedding.” He blinked and you scoffed again. “So, congratulations. You hurt me the same way I hurt you when I left. We’re even now.” You turned and started walking back to the reception, ready to tell everyone goodnight, and quietly leave town. If you were fast enough, Nat wouldn’t notice and—Bucky spun you and held your biceps so that you’d stay put.
“I’m not dating Dot. I went on one date with her a year ago, and ever since then, she’s tried interjecting herself into every aspect of my life.” You blinked. “I can’t even go to fucking Fury’s anymore, ‘cause Dot always sees the truck and invites herself to join me. So, I don’t know why she decided to lie to you, but she did, Y/N. I’m not dating Dot Williams, and I never have, and I never will, because I don’t want Dot Williams! I want you!” You blinked, again, your mouth gaping as you stared at Bucky.
“But—”
“No. No ‘buts’. I’ve never wanted anyone but you, and that isn’t ever going to fucking change. I love you, Y/N! Only you!” What? Bucky felt your arms relax and he loosened his hold, rubbing his thumbs over your bare arms. “Baby, it’s only been you.”
“Why would she say that? Why would she lie about that?” You whispered, more to yourself, but Bucky shook his head.
“I don’t know. I really don’t, and I wish I could tell you, but Dot,” he scoffed and shrugged, “she’s way too into me.” You exhaled, still processing the information presented to you.
“So… you weren’t trying to get back at me?” You voice cracked and Bucky cupped your face.
“I told you I wasn’t mad at you and I meant it. I meant everything I told you, Peaches.” Bucky matched your soft tone and you both stared at each other, his eyes lit up by the moon. You gripped his forearms, holding him close.
“…Even now?” Bucky exhaled and rested his forehead against yours.
“Even now.” You let out a jagged breath that quickly turned into sobs. Bucky held you to his chest as you let everything out.
“I’m- I’m sorry,” you blubbered, “Bucky, I’m so s-sorry I—”
“Shh,” Bucky consoled you and rubbed your back as he kissed the top of your head. “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay.” After a while, your crying stopped, but Bucky held you tight. You glanced up at him, and he stared down at you, assessing you, looking for signs that you might start crying again.
“We’re still fucked up, Bucky….” He sighed and softly nodded.
“I know.”
“You sure your therapist guy is gonna wanna deal with all this?” Bucky slowly smiled and chuckled, wiping the mascara streaks from your face. 
“Oh, yeah.” You snorted and sniffled, a smile playing on your face. You stared at one another, your eyes briefly going to Bucky’s lips. He licked them, and you did the same, your pulse quickening. The cricket’s stopped chirping, and the only sounds you could hear were your and Bucky’s breathing. You took a deep breath before crashing your lips into his, and Bucky quickly cradled the back of your head, deepening the kiss.
Bucky always used to tell you that you had the best kisses. That your kisses could solve any problem, mend any injury, and stop any fight… even fights that should’ve never happened in the first place. And, god, did they. 
He used to think about what he would do if he could kiss you again. If he would have built the moment up like when he first kissed you under the oak tree, or if he would have been bold and grabbed your face and took your breath away.
You picked for him, and it was exactly how it was supposed to be. The saltiness of your tears mixed with the sweetness of your wine, and all. Bucky slowly pulled back, a soft whine sitting in your throat as you chased his lips. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips, giving into your silent plea.
You forgot how light you felt when you kissed him.
Another soft kiss and Bucky pulled back completely this time, smiling warmly at you.
“Can I have the next dance, sweetheart? I’m a much better dancer than Sam.” You giggled, resting your forehead against Bucky’s chest. You bit your lip and looked up at him.
“I don’t know… Did you see the moves he was pulling with Sharon’s friend? He was puttin’ out all the stops.” Bucky laughed, his head going back as he nodded.
“Good. I wasn’t the only one who noticed that.” Bucky looked back at you, his smile never leaving his face. You shivered and Bucky quickly dropped his hands so he could shrug off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. “C’mon. Let’s get you back inside before you catch a cold.” You rolled your eyes, but grinned, falling into step with him. 
“Well, now you don’t have a jacket on…. What if you catch a cold?” You teased. Buck snorted and shook his head. 
“Nah. My immune system’s better than yours.” You let out a loud laugh and Bucky joined in. Your hands brushed, and Bucky intertwined your fingers with his, casting another smile just for you. “Hey?”
You hummed, grinning up at him, hearts shining in your eyes. He kissed your temple, a silent declaration for the love he too nervous to say out loud. You leaned against his arm, your head resting on his bicep.
“I do, too.” Bucky let out a breath, and rested his head on yours. He sniffed, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, memories washing over him.
Peaches. His favorite.
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A/N: I really don’t have an excuse for my lack of writing with this series. I started a new job in November, and although it’s not as emotionally draining as my last job, most nights I’m getting home and really only have enough mental capacity to eat something that somewhat resembles food and cuddle in bed with my cats before going to sleep and repeating the same process. I had a serious case of writer’s block/no motivation that only made me re-read this story to the point that I stopped writing, and it only resulted in me getting frustrated with myself for not finishing the story ‘cause I wanted to read what happened next, and not just go off of what I had PLANNED to happen next lol 😅 I love this series, even if not a lot of people read it or comment or reblog or whatever, this story is important to me and something I’m proud of. I’m often a person who doubts everything I do to the point of convincing myself that I should quit instead of facing the rejection or disappointment that may/could follow if it doesn’t go how I expect it to. I remember how stressed I was working up the courage to post the first chapter of HMOH, and I finally said “fuck it” and posted it (let’s be honest, I closed my eyes, clicked post, and promptly shut my computer for the next five hours lol) Anyways, this long winded ramble is really just to thank everyone who’s ever read this story in any capacity (but if you do like my story, feel free to let me know 😉 I’d love you forever!!)
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kennadavenportgayle · 7 years
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Hey girl 😊 Can we get any Becca x MC angst? 😏😏😏 Thaaanks
Ummmm you ask that like it’s a question???? Of course!!!!! 
I was inspired by this prompt I found on Pinterest: “It’s okay you don’t have to love me” um also super sorry this is sad lmao 
Enjoy!
Title: You don’t have to love me
Pairings: Becca x MC (Katie)
It was Saturday night. She waited for her girlfriend to get home. Once again, she had ditched her to go out, even though they had made plans, and she had set everything up. It was late and Katie was the only one in the house awake, candles and a nice dinner sat on the table. The food was now cold, the wine was warm, and the candles were almost out of wax, barely flickering with light. Katie checked the clock again and only five minutes had gone by. She wore a nice skin tight dress and tall heels, she had even taken the extra time to do her makeup and her hair, wanting to look nice for Becca. But she would never show. 
Katie perked up as she heard the keys jingle in the door handle; she grabbed a blanket off of the couch and stood in the living room, the dinner in sight of the door. Becca walked in, holding her shoes in her hands, her hair and makeup messed up, and she looked exhausted and sweaty. She fumbled, trying to control her walking and she looked up and saw Katie with a frown on her face. Katie raised her eyebrows at her, she was beyond pissed at the girl who stood before her. Neither of them said anything, the silence becoming uncomfortable and stall between them. Katie crossed her arms, sitting on her hip and eyed Becca up and down. 
“Well?” she asked, waiting for the blonde to say something, but Becca just bit the inside of her cheeks, swaying on her feet. 
Katie scoffed, turning to go back to the kitchen but Becca called out for her, trying to reach for the brunette, but she nearly fell and Katie turned over her shoulder. “Are you drunk?”
“No…” she lied and Katie raised her eyebrows again, knowing she was being lied to. Becca sighed. “Okay maybe a little bit. What’s the big deal? I’m of age, I was just with some friends.” 
Katie gestured with her hand to the kitchen table and Becca looked passed her, seeing the untouched food and dim candles sitting by themselves. The flowers on the table even looked sad. 
“The problem,” Katie began. “Is was had plans, again, and you ditched me for your friends, again.” 
Becca rolled her eyes, moving passed Katie and into the kitchen. “Okay I’m sorry, jeez, calm down.”
Katie let hot air out of her mouth, Becca’s words seeming to jab her in the chest. “You want me to calm down? Calm down? After I made you your favorite meal, I made the others in the house leave for the night so we could spend some alone time. I went out and bought the most expensive white wine I could because I know it’s your favorite. I dressed up and looked nice for you. All so you could just ditch me and get drunk again.”
Becca sighed, pinching her fingers to her nose, the effects of alcohol still in her body and Katie’s yelling was making her get a headache. She took a long sip of water, ignoring the brunette staring at her and heading out to go to bed. 
“Where are you going?” Katie’s voice was getting loud now, her heart beginning to race and she balled her fists up, ready to scream at her girlfriend. 
Becca slowly turned on her heel, “I’m going to bed. You can follow me if you want to.” She took another sip of water, slowly turning back around. “Do you know what day it is?”
This question made Becca fully stop and turn around once more, “Saturday.” She had clearly forgotten and Katie frowned, realizing that Becca had really stopped forgetting about their relationship. She sighed, her expression falling and she dropped her arms. She was getting tired of reminding her about every little detail in their relationship. She shrugged, astonished that she really did forget what day it was. 
“It’s our one year anniversary,” she reminded her, mumbling under her breath. Becca’s eyes got wide, realizing why Katie was so upset. Becca thought Katie had just made dinner to be nice, she didn’t realize why she had done it. Katie was always going out of her way to do sweet things, and they usually meant nothing. 
“I’m… I’m really sorry, I forgot,” she said in a low voice. 
Katie shrugged with a sigh, letting her shoulder fall, “You’ve been forgetting a lot of things lately.”
Becca rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly, “I’ve just been busy,” she protested. “And you call getting drunk and hanging out with your friends being busy?” Katie shot back, flames coming from her eyes. Her anger grew every second she was standing in front of the blonde, listening to her lie through her teeth. 
“I don’t have to spend every second with you,” Becca hissed, she began walking out of the kitchen but Katie stopped her, turning her around. 
“But you haven’t been spending any time with me, that’s my point,” she said, her eyes beginning to tear and her voice developed a sad tone to it. “I haven’t seen you in what feels like months. You never invite me out anymore, you never spend time with me, and when you finally do agree to hang out with me you ditch me for your other friends and I don’t even get a warning. I’ve been trying really hard but a relationship is a two-way street. I just want you to talk to me. I just want you to remember the big events in our relationship like hitting our one-year milestone.”
Becca sighed, dropped eye contact with the depressed girl standing in front of her. She didn’t know what to say to her. She wasn’t sure how to tell her how to feel without hurting the brunette’s feelings. How was she supposed to tell her what was on her mind when she was so scared of breaking her heart. They stood in silence for a long time, Becca looking at her feet and bouncing on her toes, Katie tried to get Becca to look at her but Becca refused. Soon Katie’s sadness turned into anger. 
“Becca,” she hissed, forcing her to look at her. 
Becca met hers, staring at the flames and daggers in her eyes. Katie studied Becca’s face for a long moment, looking at how tired her eyes appeared, how worn down she looked. Katie dropped her hand from Becca’s chin, Katie’s eyes turning from anger into disappointment, fully understanding why Becca had been acting the way she had been acting for so long. Without another word she stormed out of the kitchen towards her room, Becca called out to her and Katie turned around, tears beginning to run down her face. 
“Katie,” Becca said again, this time in a softer voice. 
“You don’t love me anymore, do you?” she said with a shaky voice, she tried to control her breathing, trying not to completely break down. 
Becca’s eyes widened, “Katie… I… no that’s not it,” she lied and Katie knew it. She shook her head at the blonde who was beginning to cry now too. “It’s okay,” she sighed with a bit of a disappointed laugh. “You don’t have to love me.” 
She didn’t give Becca a chance to say anything. Katie turned around and began walking to her room, putting a hand over her mouth to stop the sobs from escaping her body. She shook as she walked down the hall, hoping and praying she was wrong and that Becca would tell her to come back and would give her a hug and would comfort her. 
But she never did.
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zell-dincht · 7 years
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"Tiger Lily"
Unsure if I’d bother posting to AO3, maybe if I do a followup chapter. But no one is interested in OC stuff anyway, so I’m just gonna put it here for now. Also, this isn’t part of my OC “canon,” don’t know that he’d actually agree to marriage ever, but after talking with @hipsterizzy I just love the idea of Lorne as bridezilla.
No warnings, just some language.
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Weddings only ever meant two things to Lorne - open bar, and a one-night stand with the hottest bridesmaid and/or groomsman.  Other than that, it was a stupid ritual that was entirely unnecessary and even stupid to legally bind yourself to another person this way.  He never imagined he’d ever find himself in a situation where he’d be planning any wedding, not to mention his own.
He didn’t readily agree to the proposal, of course.  At first, Lorne thought Davin was playing a joke on him and laughed it off, nearly shattering the poor man’s heart.  He was no more forgiving when he realized his boyfriend was dead serious, and did, in fact, want to get married.
It was a practical decision, Lorne told himself, nothing more.  Originally, he wanted to just elope.  Go to a court and fill out the paperwork and be done with it.  Davin didn’t want to make a big production out of this, anyway.  It was just some legal paperwork, like going to the DMV.
But low-key had never been Lorne’s style.  The whole point to a wedding was the open bar, so there was no way he could pass this opportunity to have a party and bask in all the attention.  In a matter of days, Lorne went from repulsed by the idea of marriage to having his very own planning book and Pinterest board.
He was so focused on his laptop, scrolling tirelessly through images of wedding ideas, that he barely even noticed Davin had entered the room until a hand rested gently on his shoulder.
“Still at it?” the larger man spoke up.
“Davin, we need to decide on a color theme,” Lorne huffed impatiently.  “I can’t go forward with any other plans until we figure out what our colors will be.  I still like a deep red with gold, kind of like fire.”
“I guess so,” Davin muttered, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.  “Mum says you ought tae use softer colors for a wedding.”
“For the last time, I do not give a rat’s ass what your mother–” Lorne instantly cut himself off as he looked up at Davin and noticed his future mother-in-law step through the doorway.  He instantly flashed his best fake smile as he greeted her.  “Hi, Mrs. Dahey.”
If she heard what Lorne had said, she showed no indication.  She waved with a tiny wiggle of her fingers and replied, “I told you, just call me ‘mom.’  We’re practically family!  But how are the future Mister and Mister Daheys today?”
The strain in keeping the fake smile was growing so tiresome, Lorne suspected he had begun to scowl, so he dropped his expression to what some might call a “resting bitch face.”
“No, actually, I’m keeping my name.”
“Oh, you’ve got time to decide, anyway,” she brushed him off as if he’d change his mind, then continued,  “Anyway, I was talking to my lady friend at work, you know I just can’t stop talking about how my baby boy is finally getting married!”  Mrs. Dahey paused to wrap her arms around her son as best as she could, squeezing with all her strength.
Being quite tall and muscular, Davin could easily have escaped, but instead idly tolerated her outburst of maternal affection.  “Ma…”
“I won’t apologize for loving you too much!  Anyway, so this lady friend of mine - her daughter was married just last year and she recommended this amazing florist.  Why don’t we all go take a look, if you aren’t busy?”
Lorne opened his mouth to protest, but Davin quickly spoke up, “We’d love to go, won’t we, sunshine?”
The blonde looked up at his fiancé with a pout, and Davin wirelessly communicated with large, pleading eyes.
“Fine.”  Lorne closed his laptop with a huff and pulled himself to his feet.  There still was quite a bit left to plan, and he wasn’t going to accomplish much by just looking at pictures of flowers.
The car ride was awkward, with Davin’s mother driving and her son in the passenger seat, leaving Lorne to sulk in the back.  Once they arrived, the shop didn’t look like much, but the owner was warm and welcoming.
“Congratulations to the happy couple!” he gushed, ushering the trio inside.  “Trust me, we will find the perfect flowers for your wedding.  All I need to know is your color theme for the big day.”
“Crimson and gold,” Lorne confidently answered.
“Oh, they aren’t set on that, though,” Mrs. Dahey cut in.
Lorne glared daggers at Davin, who responded with an apologetic smile and a shrug.
“If you are open to suggestions, flowers have a language of their own,” the florist offered.  “For example…”  He gestured to little white flowers blooming in the shape of a star.  “The stephanotis here represents happy marriage.”
Lorne barely paid attention as his eyes wandered over the various displays of flowers.  Ignoring the stephanotis, Lorne stepped towards a fiery orange lily and leaned in for a quick smell. “I like this one.”
“Er… the tiger lily represents wealth and pride,” the florist said hesitantly.  “Perhaps to show you are proud to join hands with your husband to be?”
Husband.  That word still turned Lorne’s stomach into knots.  But he was too distracted by the task at hand to worry over any of his own insecurities.
“What about sunflowers?” Davin chimed in.  “Suits you, I’d think.”
“Yes, the sunflower means ‘adoration!’  It would add a wonderful touch to your ceremony,” the florist encouraged.
“To hell with meaning,” Lorne scoffed.  “No one’s going to know that.  They’ll only see how it looks, and I want the tiger lily.”
Mrs. Dahey spoke up once again, “What about some some classic white roses?”
“Too common.  Tiger lilies and sunflowers, that’s my final decision,” he replied.
There was a pause where Mrs. Dahey pursed her lips, and Lorne had hoped she would remain silent, but he was wrong.  “I don’t believe Davin was too keen on this red and yellow theme.  Are you, dear?”
“Well?”  Lorne set his hands on his hips, glaring at Davin.  “Are you?”
Meanwhile, the florist had stepped aside, more than familiar with the tensions that came with planning a wedding.  Davin, however, had found himself caught between his mother and his fiancé, despite trying so hard to keep the peace.
“This really isn’t a big deal to me, Ma,” he finally confessed with a sigh.  “I just want to marry the man I love, doesn’t matter how.  So long as he’s happy, so am I.”
Lorne felt his gut turn into knots and he was just about ready to throw himself at Davin right there in the middle of the flower shop, but of course Mrs. Dahey was quick to ruin the mood.
“This is your wedding too, Davin!  I raised my sons to have a backbone, so if there’s something you want, then say so!  You can’t let your wife or husband or whoever just walk all over you!”
“It IS his wedding,” Lorne snapped.  “It’s his and mine.  Not yours.  We don’t need your help, Sinéad.”
“Oh don’t you?”  She turned on her future son-in-law, head held high and arms folded over his chest.  “Who do you think is handlin’ most of these costs, mm?  I don’t see your mum ‘round anywhere.”
Lorne’s eyes burned with anger as he glared at Mrs. Dahey.  “I wouldn’t let my mother within thirty feet of this wedding.”
“Shame, after she’s given birth and raised you.  I taught my sons to have a bit of gratitude.”
“Unfortunately for all of us, mine barely raised me at all.”
Knowing Lorne’s strained history with his family, Davin quickly stepped between the two before this fight could get any worse.  “Look, it’s fine!  It’s just flowers, we–”
In that moment, Lorne and Mrs. Dahey both turned on Davin, simultaneously ranting at him:
“JUST flowers?  This is not just flowers, Davin, this is our wedding, and it’s a pretty damn big deal for me.  It’s my big day, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t go the way I want!”
“This isn’t about the flowers, it’s how you need tae be a man and stand up for yourself!  Don’t just lie down and get walked all over ‘cause some blonde tart made eyes at you!”
Davin froze in a moment of panic before finally raising his voice, “All right!”
Hearing him shout was such a rare occasion, it caused the others to finally shut up, allowing Davin to continue, “Okay, there’s plenty of time to discuss our options.  We’ll sleep on it.”
“But I–” Lorne began to protest, but Davin silenced him with a quick kiss.
“Trust me, sunshine, let’s come back here later, all right?”
If they came later, Lorne realized, perhaps they could ditch Mrs. Dahey, and have better luck with just the two of them planning alone.  With a sigh, Lorne nodded his head in agreement.
Before they left, Davin paused to give the florist a friendly wave and apologetic grin.  “Sorry about that.  Still in the planning stages, apparently.  We’ll be back soon!”
The florist responded with an understanding nod and saw the group out the door.  The car ride back home was even more unbearable, even with music on the radio that Davin had played in hopes of easing the tension.  Lorne kept catching Mrs. Dahey’s gaze in the rearview mirror, and every time, he held that eye contact with a cold, hard stare.
When they returned, Mrs. Dahey was ready to park the car and go inside with the couple, but Davin managed to talk her out of it.  She dropped them off in the front of the building, leaving the two men to return to their apartment alone.
“I don’t see why she has to come along,” Lorne huffed as soon as they walked through the door.  “I never cared to be married in the first place, so if I’m doing this, I’m doing it my way.”
“I know she’s a bit… enthusiastic, but she’s my Ma,” Davin sighed.
“So, what, just because you happen to share DNA, you have to be her slave your whole life?”
“Look, princess,” Davin calmly rested his hands on Lorne’s shoulders.  “I know you’ve never been on good terms with your family, but you’re about to be part of mine.  Just give ‘em a chance, is all I ask.”
“I’ll consider it,” Lorne agreed and slid his hands around the larger man’s waist, tugging him closer, “so long as she backs the fuck off my tiger lillies.”
Davin gave a soft chuckle.  “We’ll go back to the shop tomorrow without her, and I’ll buy whatever arrangements you like, okay?”
Lorne responded with a silent nod and rested his head against Davin’s chest.  After a moment, he pulled away again, looking up at the other man with a concerned expression, “You don’t really hate the crimson and gold theme, do you?  If you’re just hiding behind your mother…”
“I meant what I said,” he replied with a warm smile.  “If I had to choose, I’d just want something small and outdoors, but I don’t care about what colors or flowers or anything like that.  I just want you to be happy.”
Lorne cupped Davin’s face in his hands and leaned up for a deep kiss.  Not wanting to pull apart, he began to nudge the larger man through the living room and towards the hall to their bedroom.
“Don’t wanna save anything for the wedding night?” Davin smirked as he allowed himself to be tugged to the bed.
“Oh, please, we’re well past saving anything.”  Lorne tugged off his shirt and flopped into the mattress, beckoning for his fiancé to join him.
Davin had done well today, keeping his mother in check and saying all the right things, and Lorne was quite eager to reward him for it.  But that’s not why they were getting married, he reassured himself.  It was totally a practical choice.  No feelings involved, whatsoever.
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averil-of-fairlea · 7 years
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The Game Plan
From the Drabble Games:  "Move away from the door and let me at him.” requested by @auggusst​
Also based on: Imagine getting into an argument with Fili and Kili helping the two of you make up.
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The clash had been a few weeks in the making. For you, it was only a matter of which straw you would consider “the last.”
You had successfully ignored Fili’s muttered, offhand comments about your combat skills. He never identified you by name, of course, nor did he gripe about any specific flaw - probably because there were none. He knew deep down that you were just as skilled as he in wielding a blade.
Nevertheless, after each of two encounters - one with Orcs, one with bandits - he bellyached, “that was a close one, no thanks to some people.”
Fili didn’t have to say your name. ‘Some people’ meant you.
What you couldn’t figure out was the reason behind his disdain.
You had started off getting on well with all the company, just as your mentor Gandalf said you would. You, along with the Hobbit, were considered necessary helpers, but outsiders all the same. After showing your skills with a dagger, and fighting alongside your new traveling companions as if you’d always been with them, you quickly gained even Thorin’s trust.
You didn’t try to show off or challenge anyone. Although you’d seen little battle up until that point, you gave off the impression of a more experienced warrior. And instead of joining in on some of their off-color jokes and hilarious tall tales in an effort to fit in, you stayed true to who you were, keeping your contributions to conversations brief but meaningful.
Fili and Kili took special note of this.
They started riding or walking alongside you more and more, one on each side holding on their ponies’ reins and chatting about the upcoming challenges of reclaiming their homeland, asking about your training and your thoughts about how to take down a dragon. Fili had discussed with Thorin several detailed plans of attack and was proud to share.
“I only focus on the challenge right before me, not the ones I can’t yet see,” you told him.
“What about preparation?” Fili had asked. “You can’t wait to have a plan until the dragon’s in your face.”
“Plans won’t kill Smaug,” you said.
“She’s got you there, brother!” Kili said, smiling that beautifully silly smile that was all sparkly teeth and twinkling eyes. You felt a flutter every time he did it.
“You thought my plan was brilliant,” Fili reminded him.
“Aye, until I heard hers.”
“She has no plan!”
“I’m just saying, shouldn’t we see exactly what we’re dealing with before we decide on some rigid strategy?” you asked.
“Another good point, Fee.”
“We’re dealing with a dragon!” Fili said, his face turning so red you thought his head would pop off his neck.
“Not yet we aren’t,” you whispered, shushing the group. You mounted your pony and quietly approached Thorin, pointing to a small band of wargs and their riders in the distance, doing a poor job of hiding behind a tree cluster.
The company took the threats down, but Fili gave you the side-eye immediately after, as Kili patted your back and congratulated you on your kills - two more than his brother.
Kili was not only fascinated by your philosophy on fighting, but by all of you. Soon it was just Kili walking or riding by your side, asking your thoughts on this thing or that thing, smiling in response even when your answer wasn’t funny or lighthearted. And you smiled back, your belly flutters becoming more frantic than ever.
“How about a game of darts?”
You really didn’t want to play. The opportunity to sit down and enjoy an ale, indoors, while nibbling day-old bread and a hard cheese wedge topped throwing darts any day. But when Kili bolted up at his brother’s suggestion and reached for your hand, like a gentleman requesting a dance, suddenly a game of darts seemed like the best pastime in the world.
You hoped the heat in your face wasn’t too obvious as you walked hand-in-hand with Kili to the corner of the tavern where the dart board was set up. Fili gathered the darts.
“Here are yours.” Fil stuck them in your hand.
“Ow!” you screeched.
“Sorry.” He gave some to Kili. “And here are yours.”
Fili then wedged between you and Kili, and, with one dart in his hand, squinted at the board and aimed.
“Shouldn’t we decide who goes first and who’s going to keep score?” you asked.
“I thought you didn’t do plans. Those sound like plans.” He released the dart and hit just outside the bullseye. 
“They sound like deciding the order of play and scoring.”
“Ah, we’ll just wing it, since you’re so fond of that,” Fili said. He studied the next dart in his hand..
“This one's dull. May I?” Fili reached for the darts in your hand, but you pulled back, engaging in a tug-o-war with him, because that was the LAST STRAW.
“Get off!” you growled.
“Stop it!” Kil dropped his darts and stuck his hands between the two of you, struggling to separate you. “You’re behaving like children!”
“Just one dart, lassie!” Fili grunted.
“How about in your eye, laddie?” you offered, still resisting.
“I said, stop it!” Kili cried.
Fili pulled hard, slipping a dart from your palm and leaving a small cut on your hand.
It didn’t hurt, but that wasn’t the point. You, Kili and Fili gasped as you stared at the red nick on your hand. Then you looked up and narrowed your eyes at Fili, who had started to back up, mumbling something in Khuzdul.
“Why you….”
Fili took off before you could come up with a proper insult. He clamored past the tables, upsetting a few upright chairs as he dashed around the corner of the tavern, to the alcove leading to the stairs. You tried to stay on his heels.
“What in thunder is going on?” Dwalin shouted, sitting with Thorin at their small table. He put down his drink and prepared to stand.
“There had better be a good explanation for this foolishness!” Thorin added.
“There is, Uncle….I think!” Kili called. “Stay there, I’ve got it handled!”
You saw Fili disappear behind a door across from the stairwell, which Kili blocked, pressing his back to the door and outstretching both arms. Most of the company, save for Dwalin and Thorin - who stayed in their seats, alternately nursing their ales and snarling at the scene - started to form behind you.
“Move away from the door and let me at him,” you demanded.
Kili shook his head. “You’ve still got a dart in your hand.”
“And what of it?”
“I can’t have you slicing and dicing my brother, amrâl- I, I mean…”
“He. Cut. My. Hand!” you interrupted, holding up your palm.
“It was an accident!” Fili’s voice was muffled behind the door.
“You two have to talk about whatever is really going on here,” Kili said. “Talk, not fight.”
“Fine!” you said, kicking the bottom of the door. “Come out here and face me like a real prince!”
“I delegate Prince Kili to face you in my stead.”
“Delegate yourself!” you roared. “Out!”
It was definitely not easy for Fili to admit that he’d felt a twinge of hurt when Kili agreed with your wait-and-see approach to fighting Smaug, and that you found a way not only to get along with Thorin but almost instantly earn his uncle’s respect. That wasn’t something his own kin could always count on.
But, over freshly poured ale, sitting across from you - with Kili between the two of you - he humbly made his confessions.
“Kili and I look after each other. Always have,” Fili said, fiddling with this mug handle. “He hangs on every word I say.”
“Not true!” Kili protested.
“All right, maybe not every word,” Fili conceded, “but he trusts me, right Kee?”
Kili nodded. “Completely.”
“Then you came along and…” Fili stared at the rim of his mug, searching for the right words. “I’ve never seen things outside of what my brother or uncle or any of the other Dwarves have come up with. You have good ideas…better ideas. They make sense. “
“I have different ideas, Fili,” you corrected him. “Not necessarily better. We can learn from each other.”
Fili gave you a small, appreciative smile as he went on to apologize for his attitude and the accidental broken skin.  It helped that the other company members had left the tavern to take stock of supplies and to water the ponies. Fili might not have been able to make his confession with his uncle staring blue swords at him across the room.
When Fili finished, you took a deep breath and played with the bandage around your hand, neatly wrapped, courtesy of Oin.
“Kili, may I have a moment with Fili?” you asked.
“Of course.” Kili pushed back his chair, smiled his sweet smile, and started to walk off. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, Kili returned, swiping the darts from the middle of the table.
“Oops. Forgot the weapons,” he said.
You exchanged a look with Fili and let out some much-needed laughter.
“Oh, Mahal,” he sighed as he settled down. “I feel like like an idiot. A childish idiot.”
“It takes two,” you said. “So I guess I’m a childish idiot, too.”
“Nonsense. You’re a clever and skilled member of our company. I just got my breeches in a bunch seeing you getting on so well with my family, that’s all. We’re a tight group. We don’t let people in easily.”
You had sensed that from the moment Gandalf had introduced you to the line of Durin. They’d stood shoulder-to-shoulder, creating a living, breathing shield as the wizard went on and on about your loyalty and abilities. 
“I’m glad to call you my friends,” you said.
“Not friends. Family. Especially if my brother has his way.”
You couldn’t have hidden your smile if a mourning veil had suddenly fallen over your face.
“There it is,” Fili said, pointing. “The smile that blocks the sun. You only have it around him, or when he’s mentioned, apparently.”
Still smiling, you waved him off. “Now that’s nonsense.”
“You are a bad liar, friend. We’ll have to work on your game face.”
So, your feelings for Kili were obvious, and according to his brother, he had them for you, too. You were simultaneously embarrassed and relieved. Maybe you could find a way to spend some alone time with Kili to confirm it.
You suddenly heard frustrated groans behind you.Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Kili trying his hand at throwing darts. Most bounced off the board and hit the ground.
“Speaking of games,” you said, turning back to Fili, “shall we show him how it’s done?”
Fili perked up. “Will there be more bloodshed?”
You shrugged and grinned. “Probably.”
Fili stood, smirked, and walked around to your chair, pulling it away from the table for you.
“Sounds like a plan,” he said.
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In Over Our Heads by CJane Elliott Blitz
  Title:  In Over Our Heads
Series: Stories from the Shore
Author: CJane Elliott
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: October 16, 2017
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 67,000
Genre: Romance, Second Chances, Vacation
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Synopsis
Anthony Vallen is the life of any party. Full of energy and fun, Anthony adores romance and enjoys playing matchmaker for his friends while dancing the night away with a series of Mr. Right Nows. But he’s given up on his own happy ending. A bad breakup years ago made him a secret cynic about love… until he runs into Walter Elkins—the boy who broke his teenaged heart—on a scuba-diving vacation in Key West. Suddenly, Anthony’s reasons for shunning romance no longer hold much water. Being with Walter again forces Anthony to get serious—about himself, his worth, and his heart’s desires.
Brilliant and self-contained, scientist Walter Elkins prefers deep thoughts to other people. He’s a good boss and a model citizen, but Walter doesn’t let anyone get close. After a tragedy drove him out of his science career, Walter landed in Key West and became owner of a dive shop and a bar. Things are fine until Anthony Vallen—the only person who ever penetrated his defenses—shows up, and Walter’s calm, controlled life capsizes. He and Anthony have a second chance for love, but Walter must confront the old fears that threaten to torpedo their happiness.
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The door burst open, and Sophia sailed in with my morning cappuccino. She was humming under her breath and had that telltale postsex glow about her. I tried not to hate her too much.
“What’re you doing in here with me, doll? Don’t you have a sexy dive instructor to entertain?”
“She had to leave early.” Sophia handed me the mug. “She’s taking her group out on the ocean dive too, and she had to go to Back Bay to get the boat ready.”
I took a restorative sip of cappuccino. “Ahh. Well, I hope you didn’t tire her out too much last night. Or vice versa.” I winked at her, even though I didn’t feel very winky.
“Guilty on both our parts, I’m afraid.” Sophia smirked, then perched on the side of my bed. “Can we talk more about what’s going on with you and Walter?”
“Going on?” I blinked and buried my nose in the cup. “I mean, I told you guys last night. What more do you need to know?”
“Whatever it’ll take to help you and him figure yourselves out, because second chances like this don’t come around often.”
“God, not you too. You and Jonny need to start a group for incurable romantics.”
She straightened, her dark eyes snapping with intensity. “Caro! You’re the one who talks about destiny. This is your destiny!”
I sighed. She was so over the top sometimes. Must be her Italian blood. “Maybe my destiny is to be reminded to never let a guy walk over me the way Walter did.”
“I…. Look, Marco has a good point, and I agree with him that Walter needs to apologize. It was awful of him to drop out of sight. You so don’t deserve to be treated that way.”
“Right.” I put down my cup, having lost my taste for the cappuccino.
“But you two were barely out of high school. So young! People change. It certainly doesn’t seem in character with how he is now.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Well, I mean, Walter seems so conscientious and thoughtful. Yes, a little gruff, but not someone who would knowingly hurt you. But maybe… safety seems to be a huge concern to him. And maybe he couldn’t stand that you almost drowned, and he couldn’t face you after that? Did he ever explain it to you?”
“No. I begged him to tell me why, and all he would say is ‘I’m not good for you. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.’ I guess the safety thing is the most plausible explanation. Because other than that, it’s bizarre that he would walk away and throw away a great thing. We were….” I paused, hit by an unexpected wave of grief. “Damn it, Soph, we were really good together. Yes, we were young, but we complemented each other so well. Like, I brought him out of his shell, and he calmed me down. And he took me seriously. He listened to me in a way no one but Jonny ever had before.” My eyes betrayed me by welling up.
“Oh, Anthony. That’s lovely. I can tell he still does. Take you seriously, I mean. He hasn’t been able to stop staring at you the whole time we’ve been around him. It’s obvious he still cares.”
Sophia’s words threw little daggers at my silly heart. Jonathan had said essentially the same thing. If they both thought Walter still cared for me, maybe it was true. And God, if it was true, I was in deep waters. I knew I should stiffen my backbone and armor myself with outrage. But I couldn’t. Still hung up on Walter Elkins? Guilty as charged. Convicted. Lock me up and throw away the key, because I had no hope of rehabilitation. I put my face in my hands for a moment. What a hopeless sentimental fool!
Luckily for my humiliation factor, Marco came barging in with a brilliant grin. “All right, darlings! Today’s the day! Scuba diving or bust! Get ready for the adventure of your lives.” He stopped short and peered at me. “You okay?”
Pulling myself together, I returned his smile. “Fabulous, doll! Off to the reefs we go to swim with the fishies!”
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  After years of hearing characters chatting away in her head, CJane Elliott finally decided to put them on paper and hasn’t looked back since. A psychotherapist by training, CJane enjoys writing sexy, passionate stories that also explore the human psyche. CJane has traveled all over North America for work and her characters are travelers, too, traveling down into their own depths to find what they need to get to the happy ending.
CJane is an ardent supporter of LGBTQ equality and is particularly fond of coming out stories. In her spare time, CJane can be found dancing, listening to music, or watching old movies. Her husband and son support her writing habit by staying out of the way when they see her hunched over, staring intensely at her laptop.
CJane is the author of the award-winning Serpentine Series, New Adult contemporary novels set at the University of Virginia. Serpentine Walls was a 2014 Rainbow Awards finalist, Aidan’s Journey was a 2015 EPIC Awards finalist, and Sex, Love, and Videogames won first place in the New Adult category in the 2016 Swirl Awards and first place in Contemporary Fiction in the 2017 EPIC eBook
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In Over Our Heads by CJane Elliott Blitz
  Title:  In Over Our Heads
Series: Stories from the Shore
Author: CJane Elliott
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: October 16, 2017
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 67,000
Genre: Romance, Second Chances, Vacation
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Synopsis
Anthony Vallen is the life of any party. Full of energy and fun, Anthony adores romance and enjoys playing matchmaker for his friends while dancing the night away with a series of Mr. Right Nows. But he’s given up on his own happy ending. A bad breakup years ago made him a secret cynic about love… until he runs into Walter Elkins—the boy who broke his teenaged heart—on a scuba-diving vacation in Key West. Suddenly, Anthony’s reasons for shunning romance no longer hold much water. Being with Walter again forces Anthony to get serious—about himself, his worth, and his heart’s desires.
Brilliant and self-contained, scientist Walter Elkins prefers deep thoughts to other people. He’s a good boss and a model citizen, but Walter doesn’t let anyone get close. After a tragedy drove him out of his science career, Walter landed in Key West and became owner of a dive shop and a bar. Things are fine until Anthony Vallen—the only person who ever penetrated his defenses—shows up, and Walter’s calm, controlled life capsizes. He and Anthony have a second chance for love, but Walter must confront the old fears that threaten to torpedo their happiness.
Excerpt
The door burst open, and Sophia sailed in with my morning cappuccino. She was humming under her breath and had that telltale postsex glow about her. I tried not to hate her too much.
“What’re you doing in here with me, doll? Don’t you have a sexy dive instructor to entertain?”
“She had to leave early.” Sophia handed me the mug. “She’s taking her group out on the ocean dive too, and she had to go to Back Bay to get the boat ready.”
I took a restorative sip of cappuccino. “Ahh. Well, I hope you didn’t tire her out too much last night. Or vice versa.” I winked at her, even though I didn’t feel very winky.
“Guilty on both our parts, I’m afraid.” Sophia smirked, then perched on the side of my bed. “Can we talk more about what’s going on with you and Walter?”
“Going on?” I blinked and buried my nose in the cup. “I mean, I told you guys last night. What more do you need to know?”
“Whatever it’ll take to help you and him figure yourselves out, because second chances like this don’t come around often.”
“God, not you too. You and Jonny need to start a group for incurable romantics.”
She straightened, her dark eyes snapping with intensity. “Caro! You’re the one who talks about destiny. This is your destiny!”
I sighed. She was so over the top sometimes. Must be her Italian blood. “Maybe my destiny is to be reminded to never let a guy walk over me the way Walter did.”
“I…. Look, Marco has a good point, and I agree with him that Walter needs to apologize. It was awful of him to drop out of sight. You so don’t deserve to be treated that way.”
“Right.” I put down my cup, having lost my taste for the cappuccino.
“But you two were barely out of high school. So young! People change. It certainly doesn’t seem in character with how he is now.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Well, I mean, Walter seems so conscientious and thoughtful. Yes, a little gruff, but not someone who would knowingly hurt you. But maybe… safety seems to be a huge concern to him. And maybe he couldn’t stand that you almost drowned, and he couldn’t face you after that? Did he ever explain it to you?”
“No. I begged him to tell me why, and all he would say is ‘I’m not good for you. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.’ I guess the safety thing is the most plausible explanation. Because other than that, it’s bizarre that he would walk away and throw away a great thing. We were….” I paused, hit by an unexpected wave of grief. “Damn it, Soph, we were really good together. Yes, we were young, but we complemented each other so well. Like, I brought him out of his shell, and he calmed me down. And he took me seriously. He listened to me in a way no one but Jonny ever had before.” My eyes betrayed me by welling up.
“Oh, Anthony. That’s lovely. I can tell he still does. Take you seriously, I mean. He hasn’t been able to stop staring at you the whole time we’ve been around him. It’s obvious he still cares.”
Sophia’s words threw little daggers at my silly heart. Jonathan had said essentially the same thing. If they both thought Walter still cared for me, maybe it was true. And God, if it was true, I was in deep waters. I knew I should stiffen my backbone and armor myself with outrage. But I couldn’t. Still hung up on Walter Elkins? Guilty as charged. Convicted. Lock me up and throw away the key, because I had no hope of rehabilitation. I put my face in my hands for a moment. What a hopeless sentimental fool!
Luckily for my humiliation factor, Marco came barging in with a brilliant grin. “All right, darlings! Today’s the day! Scuba diving or bust! Get ready for the adventure of your lives.” He stopped short and peered at me. “You okay?”
Pulling myself together, I returned his smile. “Fabulous, doll! Off to the reefs we go to swim with the fishies!”
Purchase
Dreamspinner Press | Amazon
Celebrate the release of In Over Our Heads with a special sale: All the Way to Shore is on sale for 99 cents at Amazon through October 24 with that price matched at the Dreamspinner Press store October 16-24. 
Dreamspinner Press | Amazon
Meet the Author
  After years of hearing characters chatting away in her head, CJane Elliott finally decided to put them on paper and hasn’t looked back since. A psychotherapist by training, CJane enjoys writing sexy, passionate stories that also explore the human psyche. CJane has traveled all over North America for work and her characters are travelers, too, traveling down into their own depths to find what they need to get to the happy ending.
CJane is an ardent supporter of LGBTQ equality and is particularly fond of coming out stories. In her spare time, CJane can be found dancing, listening to music, or watching old movies. Her husband and son support her writing habit by staying out of the way when they see her hunched over, staring intensely at her laptop.
CJane is the author of the award-winning Serpentine Series, New Adult contemporary novels set at the University of Virginia. Serpentine Walls was a 2014 Rainbow Awards finalist, Aidan’s Journey was a 2015 EPIC Awards finalist, and Sex, Love, and Videogames won first place in the New Adult category in the 2016 Swirl Awards and first place in Contemporary Fiction in the 2017 EPIC eBook
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