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realcube · 3 years

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class 1-A’s love languages headcanons 💕

tw// swearing, crying, she/her reader

Yuuga Aoyama

his love language is words of affirmation

like tell him that he looks fabulous but he is also a talented hero

and. he. will. die.

of happiness ofc 🥰

and whenever you are feelin’ insecure he’ll do a pretend fashion show with you to boost you spirits (o゜▽゜)o☆

Mina Ashido

her love language is physical touch

but not in a *holds your hand 🥺* *kithes🥰* sorta way

but rather in a

“YOU’RE SO FKN CUTE, (Y/N)!!!” *aggressively pinches your cheeks*

and whenever she kisses/hugs you, it’s always a surprise attack form behind

she is also 159cm in height (almost 5″3)

so if you are shorter than her, she’ll sprint up to you and before you have time to react, she’ll engulf you in her arms

if you are around the same height as her, she’ll sneak up to you and try to jump onto your back, peppering you in neck kisses

and if you are taller than her, she’ll grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it

Tsuyu Asui

i think her love language is gift giving

but not typically gifts from the store

it’s usually cute flowers or any sort of pretty flora that she finds on her walks

and she’ll sometimes come to your room just before lights-out and hand you a shiny rock or a colourful flower like “hi, (y/n). i found this flower in the park a nd it reminded me of you. so here, i hope you like it.”

then you cry (❤´艸｀❤) it’s too precious

also when she visits your dorm, she notices that you have a jar filled with all the flowers she’s every gave you and shE BRAIDS THEM INTO YOUR HAIR

and if you don’t have hair, she makes you a flower crown out of them

Tenya Iida

the king of gifts periodt ✋

to him, gift giving is kinda like a sport and if it was, he’d definitely be winning

he’ll be out getting groceries or sumn then he’ll pass the candy aisle and just *flashback to 3 months ago when y’all were studying together and you randomly said you were craving sour patch kids*

then he buys two packs of sour patch kids (❤ ω ❤)

so obviously excels during holidays like christmas, valentines day or your birthday

and if you make it explicitly clear that you need something (ex. water, medication, cutlery, soap etc.) and you will go get it in x amount of day(s)

expect it to be in your hands within 1-9 hours

“Iida, you didn’t have to rush out to get me Ibuprofen - I was going to go get some in a few days anyway.”

“Yes, but as a hero in training, you must agree that seeing your partner potentially suffer to due a preventable cause would be inhumane.”

“I-..”

Ochaco Uraraka

her love language is probably quality time

OR words of affirmation BUT ONLY ONLINE

like irl she loves going on lil’ picnic dates with you or dates to go watch the sunset or star-gazing..or literally anything where she gets to spend as much time in your presence as possible

you could literally take her on a date inside the sewers and she’d be like 🥰

in the moment (during the date) she just looks at you and wants to tell you how beautiful you are but she is way too nervous

but as soon you leave she texts you sumn like ‘OMG >< YOU ARE SO GORGEOUS 😍 AND I WANTED TO TELL YOU SO BAD BUT I COULDN’T 😩’

also, hypothetically, if she had a phone which supported social media platforms like Instagram and Snapchat

she would definitely be the sort of girl to post cute candid pics of you on any special occasion and i mean ANY

like she doesn’t want to just random post pics of you bc she thinks that’d be weird so she looks for any excuse she can

deadass she’d post a beach pic of you and her on her insta with a caption like, ‘happy pancake day to @y/n.l/n 🥰💖 on our first date we shared a stack of pancakes so this is a really special day for us 💓 i’m so blessed to have a stunning, smart, amazing gal like her by my side always 💕’

Mashirao Ojiro

he’s a physical touch kinda guy

sometimes he’ll randomly drape his tail over your shoulder to pull you close

or he’ll pat your head with either his hand or tail when ever you do anything remotely impressive

“ooh, i’ve apparently taken 17k steps so far today, ojiro.”

then he’d be like “that’s good” *pat pat*

he also gets butterflies whenever you hug his arm or tail while he is talking to someone

AND HE WILL KISS YOUR WOUND BETTER IF YOU GET A PAPER CUT OR SUMN

Denki Kaminari

bb is blushing profusely when you hand him a pikachu plushie , saying it reminded you of him

before that, he was probably a physical touch sorta guy but once he realised how awesome and special that simple action made him feel, he became a gift-giver

however, 99.9% the gift is a plushie and the other 0.1% it’s a doll

(he literally bought a whole fkn barbie bc you owned a dress similar to the one the doll was wearing)

“it looks exactly like you!”

“i don’t think so..” “it literally does!”

anyway, whether he is at the mall, in the town, in a gift shop or at the carnival, if he sees something that he knows you’d like or that reminds him of you, he’ll stop at nothing to get his hands on it

flashback to that one time at the carnival, there was a stall that had a huge fkn Kuromi plushie up for grabs

so he asked the lady running the stall if he could have it and she said it was all his, if he could get a ball into the basket 3 times in a row

-- my man was sTANDING THERE DESPERATELY TRYING FOR 30 MINUTES STRAIGHT 😭

and once he figured he couldn’t do it on his own, he got the bakusquad to help him out

(bakugo was all like ‘i’m not helping you, dumbass’ but kirishima convinces him to give it a shot and as soon as he misses on the third shot, he is livid.)

(”YOUR STUPID PARTY GAME MUST BE BROKEN, LADY!”)

anyway, after an hour of holding up the line, the lady just gave the plush to kaminari for ¥1000

but it was all worth it after he saw how thrilled you were 🥺

he came round to your dorm one day and noticed every plushie he had ever given you, sitting on your bed

you told him that they help you sleep and he just..died..

IT MADE HIM SO FKN HAPPY TO THINK THAT YOU TREASURE HIS GIFTS SO MUCH (≧▽≦*)

Eijirou Kirishima

his love language is words of affirmation imo but with a sprinkle of physical touch

like whenever he sees you looking nice or sumn..he’ll just tell you

he has no shame and why should he? he’s just telling the truth

if you walk into the room looking ✨immaculate✨ he will tell you

he’s just like ‘if nobody else is going to say it then I will.’

when your face lights up after he has just told you that you’re beautiful or that you’re one of the most likeable people he’s ever met; it makes his day every. single. time.

the sprinkle of physical touch is because he tells you what he is thinking all the time

and he thinks you’re stunning even when you are lounging around the dorm complex in casual wear and no makeup

so he’s aware that he might’ve watered down his compliments a bit by saying them too often

(even though he’s telling the truth every time)

so he likes to give you hugs and kisses to express his affection without seeming like he’s buttering you up

Kouji Kouda

honestly, idek which category he falls under bc he does so many different things to show his love

like, he’ll use his quirk to get a butterfly to land on your head so you can take the perfect photo for instagram

he always holds your hand in crowded areas so y’all don’t lose each other

(he would end up crying in the corner of a Hot Topic or sumn if he couldn’t find you tbh)

he writes mini-love notes v. late at night and uses his quirk to get an insect or bird to carry it up to your room

religiously takes you out on dates to the park

or library/study dates (p≧w≦q)

Rikidou Satou

acts of service but mostly to do with baking

if his s/o doesn’t like sweet treats then..it just..can’t work

he’s very good at noticing when you are down and what he bakes depends on the severity of the situation

like, if you’re just a bit bummed because you got a bad mark on a test, he’ll bake cupcakes and leave a few outside your dorm

obvs accompanied by a cute lil note abt how proud you make him and how you’re the most diligent person he’s met so he knows that you’ll succeed if you just persevere

and as soon as you come to him with your improved mark, he’ll bake you a cake with ‘congratulations, (Y/N).’ written on it

Mezou Shouji

acts of service. but like..service service

he treats you like royalty-

he is the kind of bf to give you his jacket if you’re cold

he can and will use his quirk to form more arms just so he can hold your bags along with his own

if you enter is dorm and he doesn’t offer to take your jacket immediately then i’m sorry to inform you but that is not shouji..that is toga in disguise

you’ll never have to open a door if you are walking next to him and don’t you dare even try to

just an overall gentleman tbh

sometimes you try to get him to stop being so kind bc you’re afraid ppl will think you treat him like a butler

so he’ll be like “sure ..

i’ll hold just your gym bag rather than your gym bag and school bag.”

“don’t hold any bags, shouji..”

Kyouka Jirou

her love language is definitely quality time

there is nothing she loves more than vibing with you in her room - whether y’all are studying, cuddling, playing videos games or something else - while chill music plays in the background, either from a playlist or from her playing it herself on one of her instruments

and sometimes when she’s feeling especially comfortable, she might hum a tune or sing some lyrics to match the mood

she asks you for suggestions for music to put on bc she loves introducing herself to new music

but when you’re concentrated, she doesn’t want to disturb you so she just puts on a playlist she made prior

she doesn’t create a new playlist each time you hang out but there is at least 10 new songs added to it every day

the playlist is called ‘lazy days w/ (y/n) 💕’

anyway, she just loves hanging out with you bc you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy tf out of her

also - she’d never say it aloud but - she thinks you’ve got a very comforting presence and you make her feel so exhilarated whenever you laugh (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Hanta Sero

Sero loves spending as much time with you as possible - hence, he’s a quality time sorta person

but i also think he’s barely a quality time guy bc he expresses his affection in so many different ways

he’s like a mix of 4

( not gift-giving, whenever it comes time to get you gift for whatever occasion, he’s always stumped and ends up asking someone for help)

he preforms acts of service in a sense that if you are both cuddling on the couch and you are cold - even if he seriously can’t be assed to move - he’ll force himself to get up and bring you a blanket

he is really good at compliments bc he barely has a filter so if he sees you looking good, he’ll straight up tell you

plus, he loves seeing your reaction - especially when you get all flustered

and physical touch bc..cuddles :)

to him, there is just something reassuring about having you in his arms

Fumikage Tokoyami

a quality time man mwah

he doesn’t play music on speakers when y’all hang out though, he just likes to sit with you and either mindlessly chatter or chill in comfortable silence

he also doesn’t put in earbuds bc he thinks it’s rude

(you assure him that you don’t mind if he puts his earbuds in but he is always like..no..)

he just loves your company bc he seriously can’t think of somebody he’d rather spend his time with

also he is convinced that he does things 10 times better with you around

when he’s not with you though, he misses you- like- seriously

sometimes he’s just out with his friends or watching a movie with his family and he is just like ‘this’d be more fun if (Y/N) was here-’

and you said that you missed him too when y’all weren’t together

so he did the reasonable thing and made you a playlist for you to listen to whenever you missed him ( •̀ ω •́ )

he sent you the link and your heart stopped bc it was literally called ‘i love you 🖤’ AND THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME HE’S EVER TOLD YOU THAT AAAAA

‘you’re so sweet, tokoyami 🥺 i love you tooooo’

and good thing that was over text bc otherwise you would’ve seen him blushing profusely (= ╯▽╰ = )

as for the contents of the playlist; it’s probably quite diverse

some alt pop, some indie, a bit of R&B, pop rock and a lot of Metal/Rock

Shouto Todoroki

his love language is acts of service

most of them are school related though

he can easily tell if you’re struggling with the coursework and asks you if you want go on a lil study date at the library or in his dorm

he also helps you with homework or explains the material to you if you don’t understand it

and he’s the best teacher since he’s extremely patient and well-spoken

if you’re feeling under the weather, he’ll head to your dorm to fetch your notebook so he can write the class notes for you

and he’ll put in the effort to make them as similar to your other notes as he can

so he flicks through the pages and (for example) if you have a highlighting code, he’ll look for the legend and highlight the notes he took accordingly

once school is over for the day, he goes to your dorm to drop off the notebook, putting it back in the respective part of your bag

and the next day when you open your notebook to check the notes, you notice that he wrote a little note for you;

‘get well soon 💛’

it was a simple, kind gesture but the small details like how he coloured in the heart with a glittery yellow highlighter he must’ve took from your bag had you blushing (^///^)

also, whenever you’ve scheduled a study date at his dorm, there is no way in hell you’ll walk into his room and there isn’t 2 bowls of fresh soba sitting on the desk

no way. impossible.

(or if you don’t like noodles, then two bowls of rice.)

Tooru Hagakure

physical touch bb

she just likes you to know that she is there

also she loves how soft your skin is ^^

she really likes surprise hugging you from behind and you’d think that she’d be very good at that considering that she is.. invisible.. but she’s really not

she has very unique and recognisable voice

and whenever she creeps up behind you, she’s always snickering quite loudly

but you like seeing her happy when she thinks she surprised you so you just think to yourself ‘get ready to pretend to be shocked’

so as soon as she wraps her arms around you and goes ‘boo!’, you jump and always say the same stupid line you wish you would stop using but it just comes out naturally

“ope, didn’t see you there, tooru.”

but it makes her laugh every time so maybe it’s not such a bad habit

Katsuki Bakugo

he’s definitely a physical touch kinda guy but tries to be an acts of service man..y’know?

he doesn’t want you thinking that he likes hugging, cuddling, kisses or any of that none-sense bc..he is a big macho king explosion murder

and he knows that if he gets to comfortable with showing affection through physical touch, it’d become a habit then he might do it in public and the last thing he wanted was a rumour coming out that ‘king explosion murder is actually a huge cuddle-bug dork!’

so he hides it the best he can and expresses his love by like letting you wear his hoodie and not cussing you out when you do something stupid

but the fact is, nothing makes him feel better than holding you in his arms - under a blanket or not - with your face buried into his chest and your arm lazing draped over his shoulder

he usually does a good job at resisting his urge to randomly kiss you or take your hand in public

but there was that one time

luckily, it was on a date rather than on a school outing so it was only you who knows about it

it was probably around 6 months after y’all first started dating and he took you on a date to the carnival

there was a gang of boys who looked around a few years older than y’all and they were chatting amongst themselves until they approached the line you and Bakugo were waiting in (to get onto a ride at the carnival) and the group of boys stood behind you in line

at first everything was alright; they were just chatting while you were raving on about the ride to bakugo but he kinda tuned you out after he heard one of the guys say something along the lines of

“she’s kinda hot- a bit young but so fit. i think she’s from the UA too.”

that comment was enough to make his blood boil but a separate comment from one of the other guys tipped him over the edge,

“yeah and look at the guy she’s with. he’s the feral guy that needed to be put in chains at the sports festival - how embarassing.” he snickered, which was genuinely one of the most annoying noises bakugo has ever heard

his voice was low, in a whisper so they probably didn’t expect bakugo to hear it over the background noise of the carnival along with the girl yapping in his ear

but he did

and when i tell you this man was livid

in that moment he seriously considered just turning around and burning each and every one of those guys into a crisp

but the law-abiding citizen and hero inside him said no

instead, he fiercely snaked his arms around your hips to pull you into his chest and looked over his shoulders to shoot literal daggers at the guys

he led you out of the line for the ride in silence and you followed him without question - having heard the things those guys said but choosing to pretend as if you didn’t

“What was that about?” You finally asked as he brought you over to a bench, pulling you onto his lap

“Nothing.” He said, oddly calm as he stared into the void

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes, deciding not to pry as you obviously already knew what provoked him to do that. “I’m gonna go get some cotton candy then. Do you want some?”

“No.” He replied monotonously, allowing you to hop off his knee but immediately grabbing your hand, preventing you from going any farther than arms length from him.

“you needy cow.” you giggled, playfully kicking his shin, “I’m so hungry - let me go!”

“No.” He replied in the same monotone voice. “I can’t be assed to move.”

You leaned back, pulling your whole weight backwards to try get Bakugo to release his grip on your hand and eventually he gave in and got up, sluggishly following you to go get cotton candy

you gleefully popped some of the delectable fluff into your mouth before sneaking some into bakugo’s mouth too.

“are you gonna let go of my hand any time soon?” you asked, wanting to hold the bag of cotton candy for yourself but instead having one hand interlocked with his and the other being used to rip small pieces off as Bakugo held the bag in his spare hand

“No.”

[(a/n): not the over-used jealousy trope 🙊]

Izuku Midoriya

definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy

bc he knows what it’s like to have to go through life with barely anyone besides your mother telling you that your great and that you’re worthy. it’s depressing and traumatic and he wouldn’t wish that misery on his worst enemy

so he’s like your personal hypeman :)

making sure that you always feel appreciated, confident and loved

during the sports festival or anything similar, he’s always louder than the cheerleaders when it comes to your turn to shine

“GO, (Y/N)! YOU’RE SO POWERFUL, YOU CAN DO THIS! I BELIEVE IN YOU! REMEMBER TO BREATHE!”

slightly embarrassing for him but when he sees you smile confidently back at him, every ounce of embarrassment melts away and he is just filled with joy

he gets really emotional sometimes as well

but not like ‘you just faced an opponent and won bc one all your hard work and training - i am so proud of you’ sorta emotional

but like ‘omg you walked into his dorm wearing a new dress and you look really beautiful and you smiled at him so emotions wash over him and he just cries bc he realises how lucky he is to have you.’

he loves to receive words of admiration from you too though

one time you wrote him a birthday card and signed it off as ‘the future wife of the #1 pro-hero’

and as badly as you wanted to just sign it as ‘from the future pro-hero 😘’

you didn’t bc you knew how happy the other option would make him

Minoru Mineta

idk perversion ig?

wait no his love language is titties and/or ass

Momo Yaoyorozu

gift. giving.

like you have no idea how much serotonin she gets when she sees you overjoyed at gift she gives you

bc in her mind she knows that it was her that made you that happy and no amount of trophies will ever compare to how accomplished she feels for being the reason behind your smile

she’s a QUEEN 👑 UGH 😩💓

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fics-for-my-heart · 4 years

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Broken (b.h)

Summary: After a bad breakup you go to the only person you know can help

Word count: 2332

Warning: The ex is a dick, some cussing, mention of getting sick

Requested: I love your blog so much omg! I’m not sure if requests are open but if they are may I please request something with Ben? Could you maybe do something where reader has just come out of a long term relationship bc the partner said they didn’t love her anymore? And she goes to best friends Bens house crying wth makeup all down her face and runny nose and it’s just the sweetest comfort he could ever give her? Maybe a sweet lil kiss if you could? I’m not having a great day as you can probs tell 😭❤️

A/N: I hate writing people who are dicks. Ugh. But I hope this is good. Honestly i was thinking of maybe making another part? Let me know please!

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“Russ will be here any minute. What if he doesn’t like my dress?” Your eyes widened as you met the green ones watching you through your phone screen.

“Y/N, you look beautiful. Take a deep breath. He’s going to love your dress.” Ben said, his reassurance calmed you down, like it always did. He’d been your best friend for ages, and was always your rock when your mind started getting too jumpy.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, centering yourself. “Okay. I think I’m ready.” After looking over yourself you picked up your phone. “Thank you Benny. I hope you have a good night. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Have fun tonight, but not too much fun.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you hung up.

“Y/N! He’s here!” Cordelia, one of your roommates called.

“Alright. Tonight is the night. It’s happening. Tonight.” You examined your left hand, the ring finger currently empty. But hopefully not for long if your suspensions are correct. All signs point to yes. He had lunch with his mother and grandmother a month back, and he’s been acting slightly nervous. After three years there’s really only one thing you can think of that could make him that way.

With one more glance at the mirror you were out the door, nervous butterflies fluttering around your belly.

Russ was leaning against the door with his phone in his hand as you came down. He looked handsome as always, his suit tailored to him, his white button down chrisp against the black of the jacket. His blond hair was quaffed just right while still looking slightly ragged.

The butterflies intensified as you drank him in. Smiling about just how lucky you were.

“Hi.” You whispered once you hit the bottom step.

He hadn’t looked up until you spoke, his soft smile didn’t quite meet his eyes as he pecked your cheek. “Hello dear. Are you ready?”

“Yes! I’m starving. I already checked online at their menu so it won’t take me long to make a decision.”

He chuckled lightly as his hand met your back, leading you out to his car.

Russ was quiet through most of the ride, which was weird because normally the two of you had a good flow. But he was probably nervous about what was about to happen. You sure were. And bless him he just let you talk and talk the entire way there, and part way through the meal. Reminiscing on some of your favorite memories together.

“Do you remember that time we got snowed in at the cabin?” You sighed, remembering how nice it had been. Just the two of you for three days. “We should definitely do that again.”

“I want to break up.”

“We can go aft...wait.” Your heart stopped, but was also making your ears ring. You must have heard him wrong. “What?” The squeak was almost too soft to hear.

Russ rubbed his brow with his thumb and forefinger, and gave a heavy sign. “I said I want to break up.” He wouldn’t look at you as your mouth gaped like a fish.

The world got blurry as you silently started crying. “You. You’re not.” Your chest shuddered. “You’re not proposing?” Again, barely a whisper.

A look that could only be described as disgust crossed his face, becoming stronger as he spoke. “Proposing? Why would you even think that?”

You started picking at a thread in the napkin on your lap. Still crying. Still hardly able to speak. “I told Cordelia you went to eat with your mom and grandmother and she said that you must be asking for your great grandmother's ring.”

He sighed, again. “Oh my god.” You glanced up just as he was shaking his head. “No, Y/N. I’m not asking you to marry me. I,” again with the sighing, like he has better things he could be doing. “I met someone else, and I just don’t love you anymore.”

You were going to puke. Yup, bile was definitely burning your throat just like the tears burning your eyes. “Som-someone e-else?”

“Yes. That’s who I was with when I told you I was with mom and gran.”

“That was.” You shook your head, a new emotion starting to build in your gut. “That was a month ag..how long?” You weren’t sure you even wanted to know. Dread. Sadness. Anger. To many emotions at once. Your hands were shaking as you looked at him. Waiting on his answer.

Finally guilt flashed across his face. “Eight months ago.”

Suddenly you were on your feet, chair knocked over and your voice the loudest it’s ever been. “EIGHT MONTHS? You’ve been cheating on me for eight months?” Your voice broke at the end with a full body sob. “Ei-eight fucking months? After almost four years!” Everyone was looking at you.

Again, Russ sighed, he really must have better things to be doing. Or a better someone. “Look Y/N. We had a great time together.” His voice was the low one now, trying to not be overheard. But everyone in the restaurant was quiet. Even the chef and line cooks had come out to watch. “I’m sorry. I just needed something new. We’ve got lots of good memories together, as you know since you talked about a lot of them tonight. But I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner? Why fucking stay with me?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at anyone else. The embarrassment only added to your nausea.

Russ shrugged one shoulder. “Since I’m being honest, you’re really good at a..few things. And I wasn’t quite ready to give them up.”

“You fucking dick! You piece of sh..” Your own body cut you off with a wretched sob that had firm, but soft hands wrapping around your arm.

“Shh.” A gentle breath hit your ear as the hand turned to an arm, wrapping around you. “Come on dear, let’s get you out of here.” Russ moved to get up as you finally looked at the women at your side. Her hard stare was enough to send him back on his butt. “You better sit your ass down and don’t move.” She turned you, grabbing your bag on the way to the door.

“Here hun.” Another soft voice said, as a phone was placed gently in your hand. “Enter your address, I’m paying for your Lyft home.” It was the hostess who had taken you to your table. Her face saying she heard everything.

There was only one place you could think of to go, and it wasn’t home. With shaky hands you typed in the address, thanking the hostess. Then waited, still in the arms of the nice women who had come to your rescue.

“Thank you.” You whispered, eyes finally drying enough.

She tisked. “No need dear. I couldn’t let him talk to you like that. Howard, my husband, is making sure he doesn’t come out here while you’re still here. I’m Wanda by the way.” She reached in her pocket, pulling out a business card. “My husband and I are realtors. If you need anything. This number is my cell.”

You nodded, spilling the card in your purse as a car pulled up.

“Lyft for Y/N?” The female called through the window.

“That’s me.” You turned to Wanda, “thank you again, really. I. I don’t know what could have happened if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“I’ve got girls of my own and a son too. I couldn’t sit back and watch it go on. You go home and get some rest.” She opened the door and you climbed in, thankful for the quiet of the car.

The ride wasn’t long, but it felt like forever. Your mind was reliving the past 30 minutes over and over. Your jaw was hurting from trying not to cry in a strangers car. It was taking everything in you not to lose it, but the moment Ben opened the door you collapsed.

“Fuck.” He gasped, reaching for you before you were all the way down. “Y/N? Y/N what happened?” He was pulling you inside as you shook with sobs, clinging to him as if he might disappear.

“Shit.” You heard him whisper as he wrapped an arm around you, using the other to lift you. “Y/N. Talk to me what’s going on?”

You still couldn’t speak, just sobbed more and pressed your face into his shoulder as he carried you to the living room, keeping you in his lap as he sat.

And he let you cry. Gently rocking side to side, a hand softly rubbing your back as the other kept you against him. His breath was warm as he shushed you. His lips occasionally pressing against the crown of your head.

“Russ broke up with me.” You finally whispered against his chest, hiccups causing your body to jump. His entire body froze as you kept talking. “He’d...he was cheating on me. Has been for..for a while. Then, said the only reason he stayed with me was for the sex.” Another hiccup had you gasping for a moment. “Everyone in the restaurant heard him….I think I’m going to be sick.”

You jumped out of his lap, running to the bathroom under the stairs and dry heaved. The tears started again, as nothing came up, but Ben’s general fingers were pulling your hair back just in time.

“It’s okay. It’ll all be okay.” His voice was general as he stood there. Then once you were flopped on the floor, he handed you a glass of water.

“Why me, what did I do? Why wasn’t I good enough?” You sniffed. How many tears could someone cry? “I’m sorry.”

“No. There’s no need to be sorry. Here.” He extended his hand. “Let’s go upstairs and get you cleaned up.”

The only sound in the house were your hiccups and both your feet walking up the steps. He led you to his bathroom, handing you a toothbrush. As you brushed your teeth he went back to his room, returning with one of his hoodies and shorts.

Your face was a mess, and you almost started crying again looking at how different you looked now compared to just two or so hours earlier. Eyeliner and mascara streaked your face, eyeshadow was smeared everywhere, and your hair was all over the place. Not to mention how red and swollen your eyes were.

“Up.” Ben said, patting the space beside the sink and pulling out some makeup wipes. “I want you to know something.” His voice was a whisper as he gently started removing your makeup. “You are so strong and amazing, Y/N. I know it hurts now, but I promise it’ll get better. And I’ll be here through it all with you.” He placed a soft kiss on your now clean forehead. “You are beautiful, and smart, and funny. Russ is a moron for what he did.” He finished with your eyes and pushed your chin up to look at him. “But that’s his fault. He’s the dumbass who fucked up. Not you. It’s not your fault. Okay?”

Tears were threatening to fall again as you pinched your lips and nodded. As you looked away you saw the mess on his shoulder from your makeup. “Oh. I’m s-“

He put a finger to your mouth. “It’s a shirt. It’ll wash out. Please, Y/N, stop apologizing.”

The two of you were silent as he finished wiping your face. Then he gently brushed out your hair, braiding it behind you.

He stepped away, letting you get off the sink. “Alright. You, bed. I’m going to go make you some tea.”

You just nodded, exhaustion weighing every movement down as you buried yourself in his bed.

Ben's bed was always one you preferred over your own. It was the perfect amount of softness and firmness. His duvet was light as a cloud but still warm. And his sheets always smelled like him.

“Y/N?”

You grunted in response, moving the blanket down.

“Tea, love.” Carefully he joined you, passing you the tea once you were sitting up comfortably. “It’ll help with your stomach.”

Ben turned the tv on to a movie you'd each seen a few times as you sipped the tea that was made just how you liked it.

“I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” You whispered to your empty tea cup. There were so many thoughts swimming in your head, yet you felt empty. Drained physically and emotionally.

Ben took the cup and sat it on the nightstand before gently placing both hands on your face. His green eyes unyielding at his seriousness. Yet his voice was just as gentle as it was all night. “Please stop apologizing. I’m serious. There is nothing you need to tell me sorry for.” His thumb swiped at a tear as you nodded. “Your feelings are valid. You have every right to be upset and to show how upset you are. And I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here through all the tears and for anything you need.”

Your body relaxed, his hands the only thing holding you up. After another nod from you, he pressed his lips against your head, holding them there for a bit before pulling you to lay with him.

The gentleness of his hand rubbing your back, and the rhythm of his heart beat relaxed you more. And you knew, even if it was just for tonight, that you were safe and that he was right, even if it’s not okay right now it will be. That was the last thought you had as you drifted off to sleep, thankful to forget the events of the day even if only for a few hours. Knowing Ben would be there when you woke up to keep you grounded. Just has he always had been.

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The Story of Us- Chapter 2

Jily (James Potter/ Lily Evans), minor wolfstar

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Modern Muggle AU. When Lily Evans meets the man across the hall due to a fire alarm, she has no idea that a new chapter of her life has begun. Featuring a librarian Lily and sports journalist James.

Masterlist Read on AO3 Chapter 3

Chapter 2- and the sparks fly...

Lily had found her love of libraries in secondary school. She remembers one day, specifically that started it all.

Petunia, Lily’s tight-lipped older sister, had gotten all her friends to make fun of her in front of everyone. Lily didn’t remember what it was that day that the gaggle of girls had decided to torment Lily on. It could have been just a simple “freak” thrown her way in the hallway.

What Lily does remember though, is finding solace in the library. She remembers running in there, looking for a private place to cry. She had sat in the back, near the reference section that was barely touched since the age of the internet. She started doing her homework there and more importantly started realizing that escaping into books was easier when she was surrounded by them.

The library Lily now called home was an old building, untouched by the modern buildings surrounding it. It was made of stone and when you walked in, you were greeted by the musky scent of old books.

This library had also brought more than a safe place in her adult life, but friends as well. Remus Lupin was the overseer of the adult non-fiction and reference section. Lily was convinced that man was Google. She could ask him anything about anything he’d probably have an answer. Then there was the children’s librarian from downstairs, Marlene McKinnon. Marlene was vibrant and offered great critiques of all the new teen show adaptations of young adult novels.

Lily had finally found a home for herself.

Lily was sitting at the circulation desk, waiting for patrons. Remus was running a workshop for homeless members of the community to get jobs and they had had a nice turn out. Lily had spent all night packing lunches for them and was yawning every five seconds.

She was tired and she didn’t notice the man who stepped up to the desk.

“Hey Lily,” a deep voice said. Lily’s throat filled with bile.

She looked up to see Severus Snape, a barista from across the street at the Starbucks. Also, her sort-of-ex.

Lily looked up and gave her customer service a smile.

“Hello Severus,” she said. “Did you find everything you needed?”

“Yes, I did,” he drawled.

“Great,” she said. She reached out for his book and library card. She tried not to make a face at the book he was checking out, something about government conspiracies, and scanned his card. Lily should have been surprised that he was even here at all, especially since Lily had to deal with a lot of talks that revolved around the internet making libraries useless from him. But he showed up, like clockwork.

“You have a late fee,” she said. “It’s only a pound.”

Lily checked out his book while he pulled out his wallet. She marked the fee as paid as he slid the pound over the desk. Lily handed him his card and book back.

“Due in two weeks. Have a great day,” she said, smiling.

“I was wondering if we could talk for a second,” he asked. Lily looked up into his deep brown eyes. She really didn’t want to, but she couldn’t think of an excuse, as there weren't any other patrons.

“About what, Severus?” she asked.

“Have you changed your mind yet?” he asked.

Lily mentally counted down from five in her head, trying to bite back the anger that flared inside of her. That was the thing with Severus. To him, he never did anything wrong and it was Lily that was holding the relationship back.

“No, afraid not,” she said, her tone coming out sharp. Severus’s nostrils flared a bit.

“That’s unfortunate,” he said.

“Is it?” she quipped.

His eyes flashed but the door swung open, stopping whatever he was about to say. Lily’s flickered to the new patron but did a double-take.

Standing there was James, Lily’s neighbor. He was wearing a white button up with a red tie and black slacks. The sleeves were rolled up, showing his arms again and the tie hung loosely from his neck. He had a black messenger bag hanging from his shoulder.

He gave Lily a small and a wave. He stood behind Severus, waiting in line. Severus looked pissed off as Lily’s eyes turned back to him.

“Is that all you need, sir?” Lily asked.

“Yes,” Severus spat. He grabbed his book and turned sharply. He walked out of the door.

Lily smiled widely as James stepped up to the counter.

“Hey neighbor,” James said, running a hand through his already messy hair.

“Hey. What brings you to the library?” she asked.

“I heard that books contain knowledge and I need a specific kind,” he said. “And a library card.”

“Let’s get you a card first,” she said.

She learned James’s full name was James Fleamont Potter. She tried not to make a face at his middle name but James responded with a quick “yeah I know.” She learned his birthday was March 27 and that she was older than him by a few months.

She handed him his card and a little flyer that had instructions about their app that would let him browse their online collection and place holds on books they had on the shelves.

“So, what specific knowledge would you be needing today?” she asked.

“Ah well, remember the professional bowling team I mentioned?”

“The Cannons?”

“That would be it,” he said. “I need books on bowling. I know most of the rules of football and rugby, but I seem to be lacking some expertise on the intricacies of bowling.”

Lily laughed and started typing in their system.

“And you couldn’t Google that?”

James did a dramatic gasp that made Lily look up at him.

“Did a librarian just say I should Google something? That’s a sort of sacrilege,” James said, his hazel eyes wide with fake horror.

Lily laughed and turned back to her computer screen. She told him the number of the Dewey he could use to find books on bowling and he blinked at her.

“Let me guess,” she said. “Unfamiliar with the system?”

“Yeah. And this library,” he said.

Lily motioned for him to follow her. If Remus was available, he’d be able to go directly to the space on the shelf that contained books about bowling. It took Lily a minute to find them. She left James to browse and went back to the desk to find Marlene sitting at Lily’s portion of the desk.

“Hey Lil,” she said, stopping her spinning in her chair.

“Hey Marls,” she said.

“I’m on break,” she said, tossing her thick blonde hair over her shoulder. “I also have a story.”

“Do tell,” Lily said, taking her seat at the computer.

“A girl came in with her mother looking for a book,” she began, her blues eyes turning animated. “And I would have guess she was looking for the latest John Green or something, but this girl walks up to the desk and asks point-blank ‘Do you have Gone Girl?’”

Marlene took a dramatic inhale while Lily started smiling.

“She had to be no older than thirteen! And she wanted ‘Gone Girl!’” she exclaimed.

“Please tell me you didn’t let her check out ‘Gone Girl’?” Lily asked.

“Well, we aren’t in the business of judging are we?” Marlene said. “Our physical copy is checked out but I showed her how she could read it through our app.”

Lily laughed.

“Isn’t that book the one where the wife fakes her death?” James asked. Lily spun around to see James leaning against the counter, two books sitting in front of him.

“It is,” Marlene answered. She got up and stood next to Lily at the circulation desk. “Have you read it?”

Lily rolled her eyes as she scanned James’s card. Marlene would flirt with anything that moved, even though she had a lovely girlfriend waiting at home for her.

“I haven’t but my brother made me watch the movie,” James replied. “I really enjoyed it.”

Marlene hummed as Lily checked out the books to James. He had gotten two books, one about the theory of bowling, which Lily didn’t think was a thing, and one of different techniques and rules.

“Here you are,” Lily said, sliding the books back. “Please take a bookmark or two!”

“Yes please,” Marlene said. “Please don’t dog ear the pages.”

“Will do,” James said, picking up a colorful bookmark. “See you around, Lily.”

He gave her a small before turning away and walking out the door. Once he was gone, Marlene lightly hit Lily’s arm.

“He was totally flirting with you!”

“He was not,” Lily said, though she hadn’t really thought about it to determine if he was or not.

“‘See you around, Lily,’” Marlene quoted, her eyebrows high on her forehead.

“He’s my neighbor.”

Marlene widened her eyes even more.

“Since when did you get a hot neighbor? What about the old man?”

“James moved in a few weeks ago,” Lily replied. “He was the guy who brought his cat out during the fire alarm.”

Marlene started laughing. Lily had mentioned him when she saw Remus and Marlene the next day, but just focused on the cat. She didn’t tell them about their conversation.

“Well,” Marlene said. “I need to go back. But we aren’t dropping this James conversation.”

“There really isn’t much to be said,” Lily said as Marlene started towards the stairs. She turned before she headed down giving Lily a look.

“Then there needs to be,” she said. “He is ten steps up from Severus and I think you need to jump on that quickly.”

~~~

Lily waved at the security officer at the desk as she passed. Moody was scary looking fellow, but once Lily brought him sweets, he softened up to her. He always guarded her packages.

She quickly got her mail and got in the elevator with a nice old woman from the third floor. The ride was silent and once Lily made it to her apartment she collapsed on her couch, throwing her bag on the floor and the mail on her coffee table. The afternoon had gotten busy for her, as the after work crowd had come in around five. Not that she was going to complain that so many people were still using the library.

She debated ordering take-out, not feeling up to cooking but she couldn’t decide on what sounded best. She sat up and picked up her mail. It was mostly junk but she found a handwritten letter. She looked quickly at the name and realized it wasn’t hers, but was addressed to James from a Euphemia Potter.

Lily sighed and slipped her flats back on. She didn’t know if James was home yet, but she figured she’d at least try before she forgot. She left her door open as she made her strides to his apartment door and knocked three times.

“One sec!” she heard James call. She waited as she heard the thump of his footsteps get closer to the door.

He opened it, smiling. He had already changed out of his work clothes and was wearing a shirt that was old and faded and his sweatpants.

“Lily,” he said. “What do I owe the pleasure?”

Lily held out the piece of mail, returning his smile.

“This was in my box,” she said. He looked down at the letter as he took it from her, his glasses low on his nose.

“Oh bugger,” he said. “Sorry about that. My mum seems to have put the wrong number. I’ll call and let her know she doesn’t do it again.”

“It’s not a problem,” she said. “I figured you would want a handwritten letter sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah. Mum’s a bit old fashioned,” James said, smiling. He leaned against the doorframe, his hazel eyes looking directly at Lily.

“Well, I’ll see you around,” Lily said, turning away.

“Wait!” James said, causing Lily to turn back. “I was just about to start Outlander.”

“Wait, really?” she asked. She couldn’t believe that he was going to sit down and watch the show because she mentioned it to him.

“Yeah,’ James said, running a hand through his hair. “I was just about to order some curry, too. Wanna join?”

Lily blinked and James' face quickly fell. He started babbling.

“Not like a date or anything!” he started. “You’re just the first person I’ve really talked to since moving here and I think you’d be a, a great friend—”

“I’d love to, James,” she said, talking over his babbling. James smiled brightly.

She told him the best curry place that delivered in town and her order. She wanted to change into something more comfortable before they started so she ran back to her apartment.

Normally, Lily would be reserved about these kind of things, but James didn’t seem to be a threat. He had been nice enough and Marlene had always said she needed to put herself out there more. If that included eating curry while watching Outlander, she was more than happy to oblige.

She put on some leggings and an oversized jumper. She quickly put her hair up. She grabbed her phone and keys. She was almost out the door when she remembered a tub of ice cream she had in the freezer. She ran back and grabbed it, hoping James was a fan of brownie batter.

When she knocked, James let her in.

“Oh, ice cream?” he asked.

“Yep. Like brownie batter?” she asked. His eyes lit up.

“Yes! My favorite,” he said. “Besides mint chocolate chip.”

Lily made a face.

“Mint chocolate chip taste like bad tooth paste,” she said.

James let out an offended noise as he took the ice cream from her and walked towards the fridge.

“It does not!”

Lily smiled and looked around James' apartment. He had a decent sized television and a large gray sectional that looked soft. Buttercream was napping on the top of the couch, his tail flicking back and forth.

It wasn’t really decorated, Lily noted. He had a few pictures up but the walls were bare. Lily noticed some books on his entertainment center and went and looked at them. They were mostly about sports, rules and techniques, and whatnot. Lily also noticed the books he checked out earlier on his coffee table, one of them with a bookmark already in it.

“So,” James began entering the living room. “How much do you think I’m going to like the show?”

Lily hummed for a second.

“I think you’ll either get really into it or you’ll be indifferent,” she said. “I don’t know you well enough to give a better judgement. I don’t think you’ll hate it though.”

“Fair enough,” he said, petting Buttercream. “I looked it up and it sounds quite interesting.”

“Are you a big fan of period pieces?” Lily asked. James glanced up at her with a smile.

“Don’t tell my brother this,” he started. “If you ever meet him. But yes, I am.”

Lily smiled.

“What’s your favorite?” she asked. She watched as he ran a hand through his hair.

“My mum made me watch Pride and Prejudice so many times, I can recite the movie line by line,” he said.

Lily felt unbridled glee. That was her favorite movie, hands down. She knew it wasn’t accurate to the book but the tension between the characters in the movie drew Lily in more than anything.

“The 2005 movie?” she asked, her excitement showing.

“Yep. We did watch the BBC version quite a few times though,” James said. “I love Colin Firth, but there’s just something about the movie.”

They talked excitedly about the movie, comparing the two adaptations when their food arrived. Once they had settled on the couch, take-out containers and plastic forks in hand, James went to Netflix and started Outlander.

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17. Not Your Miya

Atsumu Miya x (f) smau

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Atsumu had to admit that lunch wasn’t horrible but it wasn’t amazing either. Hayami tried to make it seem normal having a ‘how you doing’ lunch thing but it only made things more awkward.

He had to stop himself several times from looking at his phone. He didn’t know what he waiting for but a small part of him denied that it had something to do with Y/N’s texts.

“You’d think all athletes were as nice as you guys but I think the Black Jackals were the best team I worked for.” Hayami explained as she went on and on about how she had been since they’d stopped dating. She had found a new job managing a baseball team not far from the city. Talked about how useful her experience was working with them and that she felt she was making progress with the players.

She didn’t mention her leaving, didn’t bring up how things had ended. It was almost like she was rewriting their breakup to something as less dramatic than it actually was.

Atsumu had a hard time keeping up with her. He’d always found talking to her to be fun but since everything happened he realized he might not have known her as much as he thought he did.

“Maybe we can catch a movie next week.” Hayami said in passing as Atsumu looked at his phone for the first time since they started lunch.

boss lady (1 missed call)

He had zoned out after seeing that notification.

Y/N had called him?

Was she okay?

It wasn’t like her to contact him if it wasn’t important.

Without thinking, he began calling her but was disappointed when he was greeted by her voicemail instead.

“So Tsu, a movie?”

Atsumu nodded without listening to her, “Sure yeh got ya.” He replied giving no thought to what he said or even noticing the grin on his ex’s face.

One day he would hear Omi tell him I told you so. And recommend he look into becoming more aware of reading between the lines.

Lunch had ended a bit ago but he found himself wondering the street for a bit. It was a day off, one well deserved, if he had to say so himself. Yet he was trying to fight the urge to go to the court. He didn’t know what excuse he could make, he knew that if he did Y/N would scold him about needing to dedicate more time to himself.

But for him being on the court was the only thing that made sense. He felt out of it whenever he was away too long and considered that she might have been right that he had a problem.

Which without much thought was- he didn’t have anything he liked doing except playing volleyball.

Despite being his twin, Osamu had other interests, most successfully making onigiri, but even growing up he dabbled in video games and even tried other sports out.

Atsumu however needed volleyball. It was the only thing that brought him to life yet gave him peace at the same time.

While in deep thought of what he should do, he then felt a tug on his jacket.

He instinctively looked beside him but noticed there wasn’t anyone there. It was then he felt another tug as he looked down in the direction of the pull.

A tiny hand was the first thing he saw, he followed that it to meet a tiny face.

“Mister, ya dropped this back there.” The voice said as Atsumu looked at the black haired kid behind him. He was maybe 6 but he couldn’t be sure, he wasn’t exactly an expert when it came to kids.

He usually saw them during events, fanmeets, and even some games. That however was the extent of his interaction with the minis.

He looked at what the boy was holding and realized it was a card Hayami had given to him. She had tried to tell him to look into new sports agencies and recommended the one she was currently working for.

He didn’t know what to say and declined her offer at first but she kept insisting it could help him in the long run.

That would mean leaving MSBY, the Black Jackals and all his teammates.

“Er’ thanks lil’ man.” He replied as he took the card and then realized that the kid was alone so thought to ask where his parents were.

“Hey where’s yer...” he began but was quickly cut off by a feminine yell.

“YUTO! I said wait!”

He turned following the voice and met the last person he’d thought to see.

“Listen boss kid, you can’t just keep going on your own.” Y/N said to Yuto holding onto his hand as they made their way down the street.

“Onee, I’m not a baby.” The little boy replied as Y/N looked down at him and tried to resist the eye roll.

This kid was almost six yet acted like an 18 year old.

“You’ll always be my baby~.” Y/N sang as she was greeted with an exaggerated sigh.

“Did you just?” She looked down to see him trying not to laugh but heard the giggles escape anyway.

He thought he was being funny.

In response, she tickled him a little and gave in when he started hugging her and saying he was sorry.

“Not so tough now are you little bear.” She pulled him into a hug which wasn’t welcomed until he knew she wouldn’t let go until he gave in.

It was a good day, spending time with her little monster after being so busy. She had to admit Yuto spending time at a daycare was good for him since he would be interacting with kids his own age but it was hard not having him around.

She remembered when she first started taking care of him after the accident. It was a sensitive time for both of them and she wanted it to pass quickly just so she could see that everything turned out okay.

Now fast forward two years and she wished she had that time back. Just so she could cherish it a bit more.

She has no clue how to take care of a mini human being and now she realized she did pretty good. Yuto was a bright kid, he was repsectful, intellectual, and had this shine about him.

On the down side though, he wanted to grow up too fast, loved to do things on his own, and could try asking for more help once in a while.

After having lunch and doing a little shopping she noticed Yuto staring at something in his hand.

“What do you got there Yu?” Y/N asked as he looked up to her.

“Onee, that yellow guy drop this, can we give it to him?”

“Awwh that’s sweet of you but remember what I said about picking things up.”

“Onee what if it’s special?”

“Okay, okay, we’ll give it to him just let me grab our things.” Y/N replied as she took the last of the bags into her hands.

She turned to check on Yuto but noticed he wasn’t beside her any longer. Eyes widening in surprise she looked up quickly just to catch the green dinosaur hoodie a few feet in front of her. She was going to catch this brat and possible smack him into tomorrow for leaving her behind.

She realized she was definitely out of shape when she felt her chest tightening, her insides twisting in pain, and the soreness beginning to grow in her legs and calves.

How the heck could he be so quick?

Finally, she zeroed in on him and saw he was handing something to a man in front of him.

Did he not understand her lectures about strangers?

He obviously gained that way too kind attitude from his mother. She always had to caution her when they were growing up that not everyone was a kind as she was and now it looked like she had to do the same for her nephew.

“YUTO! I said wait!” She shouted out as he looked back at her finally revealing the face of the stranger he had chased after.

This was definitely not someone she expected to see.

And the brown eyes that stared back at her in surprise proved that the feeling was mutual.

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Author’s note: hey everyone I want to apologize for last week’s break. I was so swamped with life’s daily struggles I couldn’t juggle writing. Thank you all for your patience. So we finally have Y/N private life collide with her work life. She tried had to keep them separate because she had many questions that were brought up things she didn’t want to deal with. We’ll soon see how everything will play out. Please stay tuned and thank you for all your patience, support, and encouragement. Sending all my love! Taglist is still open!

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 23

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 11,552

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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

"Sorry, did I miss a point back there where my car transformed into a submarine to cross the Atlantic Ocean?"

I turned my head towards Lea, knitting my eyebrows together. "Pardon?"

"Well I just don't see how else we would have ended up at freaking Buckingham Palace," he muttered, keeping one hand on the steering wheel while the other tipped his aviators forward for a better look at the mansion at the end of the long, extravagant driveway he was currently cruising his car down. He gave a low whistle, "Shit, all it's missing are those dudes in the highschool band uniforms and big fuzzy hats."

Rolling my eyes, I snorted softly. "Oh come now, it's not that big."

He scoffed, "'Not that big' is something girlfriends say about their exes to protect their insecure boyfriends' fragile male egos. It's not what you say about the Taj Ma-fucking-hal here."

The dreaded weekend was upon us at last.

You know. The Weekend. Capital T, capital W.

Aka, the visit with my parents.

Operation Boyfriend But Shh Not Really was about to be tested to the extreme limits.

The chateau in question (maybe villa would be a better word? Or manor, perhaps? Really, it wasn't big at all, Lea was just exaggerating) belonged to my parents. This was the home I'd grown up in. It was weird coming back here now after all that had happened. Was still in the process happening, I suppose. My fingers fidgeted with my braid as the mansion loomed ever higher the closer we got.

Actually… now that we were more up close and I was really seeing it again… oh gosh, it was rather enormous, wasn't it?

...had it somehow grown in size since last I-?

Shush, now, don't be ridiculous. That was just the anxiety talking.

Of which I was in no short supply of. I still had no clue what was in store for this weekend. Anna seemed almost just as much in the dark as I was, which was strange seeing as how she still lived here. Then again, I was pretty sure she'd been spending a lot less time around home lately in favor of staying over at her new boyfriend's place. A man I still surprisingly knew absolute zilch about, but I was hoping Anna had invited him to join us for this weekend as well. That way, I'd get to meet him and maybe even have a little of the attention taken off me. Long shot, I know, considering he was only Anna's still relatively new beau whereas I'd skipped out on my own wedding and shamed my whole family (apparently), so this guy was kind of small potatoes by comparison. But hey, a girl can dream, can't she?

It was actually Friday evening right now, so we were going to be in for more of a long weekend - in every sense of the word. Lea and I had both worked early shifts today before going to our respective homes, getting changed, packing bags for staying over for two nights and then finally heading up. Not knowing what this weekend was going to entail was wreaking no small amount of havoc on my nerves. That said, it could have been worse. Pretty sure I'd actually been more nervous for the audition a couple days ago than I was for this. Maybe that was because the audition had just been so last minute, whereas I'd been preparing for this little get-together for a couple weeks now. Even I had to admit that Lea and I made a pretty convincing couple at this point. Sure, I still got a bit awkward with PDAs, but I was no longer anywhere near as bad as I had been the day I'd seen father at my old condo.

...then again, doing the whole relationship act around the mall for the past couple weeks was one thing. Trying to pull off the same charade in front of my parents now, not to mention the Duke as well? Probably was going to be a lot more complicated.

I really had no idea what was going to happen the moment we passed through those ornate double doors leading into my parent's home.

But I was about to find out.

Whether I liked it or not.

"Alright, we made it," Lea announced as he parked the car next to the big fountain in the middle of the circle driveway, shutting off his engine. He shot me a grin, "You ready for this, my lil sötnos?"

I blinked over at him, then narrowed my eyes. "Do I even want to know?"

"It's a Swedish term of endearment. Its literal translation is sweet nose. And if yours ain't the sweetest, I dunno what is," his grin twitched wider as he reached over to tweak said nose.

"Sweet n-" I groaned, swatting his hand away. "Veto."

"Aw c'mon, I thought that one was cute!" he gave a little whine. I just drooped my eyelids at him and he sighed, stretching over to open his glove compartment and pull a black marker from it. "Guess America's just not ready for the sweet nose," he grumbled, pulling the cap off with his teeth and marking something off on his palm.

I frowned. "...what are you doing?"

"Regrettably giving up on what is arguably the greatest pet name of all time, that's what."

"No, I meant with your hand." I snatched his in both mine, yanking it over in front of my face to discover a small list written on the inside of his palm, located at the top of which was sötnos with a line struck through it. "...are these... more terms of endearment for me?"

He smirked as he leaned in closer to stare down at his palm alongside me. "Yup! Since the big weekend's here, figured I'd best come prepared. This is important stuff we gotta nail down!"

I squinted at the words before me, reading, "Kruzynko…?"

"It means breadcrumb."

Scrunching up my nose, I stole the marker from him and crossed that one off. "No. Bogárkám?"

"My little bug," Lea supplied, sounding more confident in this one.

A snerk. "Nope," I popped the P. And another one bites the dust. My tongue tripped uncertainly over the next one, "Blodyn tatws?"

"Heh… potato flowers?" he asked hopefully.

"Oh wow, I love that one."

He perked up, "Really?"

"Absolutely... not," I said flatly, looking him dead in the eye as I drew a line across it as well.

"Aw man, not cool!" He pouted, then pursed his lips to one side. "Hey, is now really the best time to be doing this? We, uh…" he chuckled sheepishly, holding up his second hand to reveal a whole other list scrawled on that one too, "...might end up being here all day."

I stared blankly at him. "Just how many more of those do you have?"

"I'd show ya, but that'd require me going a lil more half monty than you'd probably prefer I'd get in your parent's driveway."

My brow furrowed and I leaned away slightly, eyeing him up and down. "...where…?"

He waggled his eyebrows at me, "That's for me to know and you to find out."

I let his hand drop from my grasp, "I'm good, thanks." As he snickered, I looked away, rubbing my fingertips over one of my (now brought to a low simmer) cheeks. "Can't you just stick to El? It's simple. Nice… I like El."

"You do?" I heard him ask and I directed a furtive sideways glance in his direction. A slow smile was curling his lips, "Alright… El it is." But then he was peeking down at his palm again. "...and also krúttið mitt."

Biting back a grin, I swat his shoulder. "How would you like it if I kept calling you some weird pet name in a foreign language all the time?"

Lea beamed, "I'd like it very much actually."

"Really? Fine," I took up his hand again, scrutinizing his palm, "...mo chuisle it is then."

His eyes lit up, "Ooo, that one's spicy!"

Oh dear, why had I thought this was a good idea again?

"...what's it mean?"

He bent towards me, eyes hooded as he purred, "You just called me your pulse."

I've made a grave error this day.

"Ah-ah!" he chirped, pressing a finger to my lips as they began to part. "Too late! No take-backsies!"

I huffed, unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me.

Lea looked far too smug as he climbed out himself, retrieving both our bags from the backseat of the car on his way out and slinging them over his shoulder. He removed his aviators, hooking them into the collar of his black, fitted v-neck shirt as his eyes took in the mansion before us once again. He'd reclaimed his leather jacket to wear for this, accompanied by snug jeans tastefully ripped at just one knee and a pair a black, heavy, steel-toed boots. He'd blinged out a bit as well, sporting a small sun medallion that hung from a chain down to his mid-chest, along a few strappy leather bracelets and a couple of rings decorating his fingers. His winged guyliner was somehow even darker and bolder than usual and his hair had been pulled back into a half-tail.

Not going to lie, my traitorous fingers practically itched to pet that little red tuft at the back of his head.

Instead, I settled for fussing with the necklace that rested against my skin just above my collarbone. The pendant was formed of three blue, almond-shaped gemstones gathered together at one point. A present from Rayne to wish me luck on this trip. I was a much bigger fan of her good luck charm than I had been of the one Lea had "gifted" me with for the musical tryouts. I wore the small charm with a classic little wrap dress in a soft lilac. Off the shoulder of course - it was me we were talking about here, so you can probably guess it before I even say it at this point - and with the hem of the skirt flaring out around the knees.

Needless to say, looking at him and me side-by-side right now, it was clear one of us was either severely over or underdressed. Considering it was my parents' door we were about to knock on, one guess as to who was what.

"Try not to scratch the paint, chief!" Lea chipperly called out as he was suddenly tossing his keys at one of the staff under my parents' employ who just so happened to be walking past us in that second.

Eyes widening, the man fumbled to catch them. As Lea turned to head towards the front door, I followed, quirking my eyebrow at him. "What was that?"

"I'm blending in," he flashed a cheeky smile, shoving a hand into one pocket of his jacket. "Whatcha think, do I sound like a rich asshole or what?"

I tipped my head to one side. "...actually, you kind of sounded like my ex."

A snort escaped through his nose. "I'll take that as a yes then."

We walked a couple steps in silence. Then, "That wasn't a valet, by the way."

He froze midstep, looking at me sharply. "What?"

"That was a gardener. My parents don't even have a valet."

"Oh." Lea glanced back over his shoulder, frowning. "...maybe I should go get my keys back then."

I hid a small grin behind my fingers. "Maybe you should."

Waiting politely, I watched him jog back towards the worker to do just that, along with offering what looked to be quite the humble apology. "Got 'em!" he declared once he'd rejoined me, flinging them up into the air before catching them again to slip into his pocket. "So even a proper gent like your old man feels the need to prove what a hot, young stud he still is, eh? Wouldn't of thought him the type."

"What?" I blinked a couple times. Where'd that come from?

He tossed his chin back towards his vehicle. More specifically, at the few other cars he'd parked next to. "I recognize Anna's Porsche over there, but that blue Ferrari reeks of midlife crisis."

"...that's my car." Then I grimaced and amended, "Rather, was my car."

"Huh?" he looked taken aback. "You drive? Since when?"

I gave a small shrug, "Since always."

"Then why're you always having me n' your roomies chauffeur you around? Not that I mind..."

"I don't have a car or the funds to purchase one." He wordlessly jerked his thumb back towards the Ferrari, face blank. I sighed, "My parents bought me that. It didn't feel right keeping it after… everything. Not with me trying to separate myself from them and make it on my own. No, I plan to buy my own once I've saved up enough."

"Shit, still shoulda kept it," Lea said and I gave him a dull look. He hastily waved a hand in front of him, "Even if ya didn't want it, you coulda sold it and made bank before giving all that munny away to charity. Ya know, just so you could really stick it to your folks."

Shaking my head with a soft chuckle, I started walking towards the entrance again. "Let's just get on with this."

"Aye aye, Capitaine," he gave me a two-fingered salute, catching up to me with his long strides.

Feeling my chest start to constrict as we drew nearer to those doors, I blew out a soft, slow breath. "I hope we're not late. I shouldn't have let you talk me into that salon visit after we got off work."

"What, you needed something to help ya relax and a quick spa day was just the ticket! 'Sides, I wanted to make myself all pretty for this! Whaddya think?" He stretched his arm out before us both, fingers wiggling to show off his fresh coat of black nail polish. "If this doesn't impress your folks and tell 'em what a man of sophisticated tastes I am, I dunno what will!"

I snorted. "I think my father is more of a mauve man himself."

"Really? Crap, you shoulda said something! I'd have asked for a matching color so he and I could be twinsies! Shucks," he snapped his fingers, "missed opportunity."

Coming to a stop on the doorstep, I reached for the bell, but my fingers hesitated.

This was so strange. I'd lived here. Spent my childhood here. I'd never had to use the doorbell before.

...why did the idea of doing so now seem so hard?

A sudden warmth enveloped my other hand. I looked down to discover Lea was holding it. He gave it a small squeeze as he said softly, "Hey. Whatever happens in there, just know I'm here for you."

I felt a small stutter in my chest as a tiny smile tugged at my lips. "...thank you," I murmured, squeezing back before looking to the doorbell once more. Taking a deep, calming breath, I pushed the button at last and a heavy chime could be heard within.

While we waited, a glimmer of something at Lea's waist caught my eye and I turned to see what it was. A crease formed between my eyebrows. "...is that… a wallet chain?"

How had I missed that thing until now?

"Hm?" he followed my gaze. "Oh! Yup! Heh, thought it might really pull the whole look together! Do I look like a punkass bad boy now or what?"

"Or what," I fixed him with a deadpan stare. "You look ridiculous."

He splayed a hand against his chest in mock offense. "Rude. Can't believe you'd talk to your pulse like that."

Face warming, I hung my head. "...I'm never going to hear the end of that, am I?"

"Nope!" he grinned wickedly.

"Would you just take that silly thing off?"

"No can do, sweetcheeks! Boys like to accessorize too, ya know," he sniggered, giving the chain a little twirl. "Just be grateful I left the spiked choker in the glove compartment."

"Spi-?!" I spluttered over the word before managing a scoff and crossing my arms. "Oh, trust me, I am. The point is to get my parents to back off, not to send them into cardiac arrest!"

...huh… Lea in a spiked choker…

"You're trynta imagine what I'd look like wearing it now, aren't ya?" he'd hunched down beside me to whisper into my ear with a smirk.

My cheeks burned so hot, you could have roasted marshmallows on the damn things.

"...am not."

I was almost grateful when the door swung open just then. And also a little surprised, because the face that greeted me wasn't that of my parents' house maid Gerda.

No, instead it was that of a pale, wide-eyed, huffing and puffing Anna.

(With Gerda right behind her, looking quite harried and put out by the fact that my sister had stolen her job.)

"Elsa!" she cried out in relief. "Finally! What took you so long?!"

Furrowing my brow, I began, "Anna? What-?"

"No time! Get." She lunged towards me. "In here." Her hands seized my shoulders. "Now!" I was forcibly yanked inside.

I heard the door booming shut behind me and could only hope that Lea had managed to slip in himself in time as well. Gripping my sister's arms, I tried again, "What's going on? We couldn't be more than a few minutes la-"

Her hand suddenly shot out to squeeze my cheeks together between her thumb and fingers, squishing my face and effectively silencing me. "Shush! No talkie! Only listen! Oh, it's bad, Sis. Really, really bad! It's him! He's here! Like, here here! Right friggin' now!"

"Who's here?" I asked, tugging my face free of her vice-like grip and working my jaw. I knit my eyebrows together at Gerda, who was frantically circling us as she kept trying and failing to get a word in edgewise. "The Duke? I already knew-"

"No! Not the Duke! Of course not, he won't be here until tomorrow! Gah! You know, Sis, sometimes you can be really-" Anna cut herself off in a tiny snarl, fingers curling in front of her to strangle empty air. "Ugh! Anyway, it's- I didn't- It was just- Out of nowhere- Mom and Dad, they- He- His-"

"I think she's trying to tell us something. What is it, Lassie? Timmy trapped in the well again?" Lea snerked as he let our luggage fall to the foyer floor beside his boots.

Ignoring him, I gently rubbed my hands up and down Anna's arms. "Breathe. Calm down. Take a minute to gather your thoughts."

"People!" she suddenly blurted out, startling me a bit. "Lots of them! Loads of them! So many people!"

I frowned. "People? Where? You mean here, now?"

She shook her head rapidly, "No, no, no, no! Not now people! Future people! Tomorrow people! And… and caterers! And musicians! And decorators and, and, and him! He's- Right now, he's- just down the hall, he's- he's-"

"Who, Anna? Who?" I insisted.

Her hands violently shook me, "Him!"

Right. Thanks, Sis. Big help you are.

Why was she like this?

The maid finally managed to pipe in, "What Miss is trying to tell you is that your-"

"Got it, Gerda, thanks!" Anna huffed out with a tiny scowl. Then she took in a deep breath, preparing to say something.

"Crap, I think that dude just robbed us," Lea chimed in first.

Holding a finger up to Anna, I whipped my head around to see what he was talking about: an older gentleman in a black suit walking briskly away with our bags. "Oh, that's just Kai."

Lea cocked an eyebrow at me, "The robber's name is Kai?"

"No, the butler's name is Kai."

"Why would the butler rob us?"

"He's not robbing us, he's just taking our things up to our room." I blanched. "Rooms." Plural. As in more than one. My parents would never, not in a million years, have put Lea and me in the same room under their roof… right? Oh gosh, why was the possibility only just now occurring to me? "He's, uh… he's p-putting them where we'll be staying. Separately. As in, not together. Completely and one hundred percent apart," I (overly) clarified, fighting that blush I felt creeping up my neck now.

Anna suddenly grabbed my head with both hands and forced me to look at her again, grounding out through her teeth, "You're. Not. Listening to me!" Then with a grumbling sigh, she snagged my hand in hers and started dragging me down one of the many corridors that branched off from the foyer. "Come on, we better hurry, they're probably wondering what's taking so long."

Gerda squeaked and scurried after us. "Right this way, please, and I'll see you to the Marigold Room where your hosts await your presence!" she awkwardly trilled, trying to maintain some semblance of performing her duties despite Anna's continued interference.

A whistle from Lea confirmed he was following as well. "Lemme guess. The Duke in the conservatory with the candlestick."

"Wha-?" my voice faltered as my feet tripped trying keep up with Anna, only barely managing to keep myself upright.

He grinned down at me as he strode along, shrugging. "This whole place is a legit, life-sized Clue board. Just trynta play the game here."

I stumbled again. "Ow, Anna! Not so hard. What is the rush?"

Not slowing down, she glanced back at me over her shoulder. "Come on, Elsa, think! What day is it?"

"Uh…" Was this a trick question? "...Friday?"

A low, agitated noise emitted from her throat. "No, what day?"

I squinted up at the ceiling in thought. "...the seventh?"

"Yes!" she spun around to tap her nose excitedly, her feet still moving backwards. "Which would make tomorrow…?"

"The eighth." Lost by this line of questioning? I know I was.

"Of?" she pressed. "What month, Elsa?"

"The eighth of… oh!" It finally clicked and I staggered again, my eyes growing round. "...oh no. It's his birthday. Oh gosh, he's here?! Right now?!"

"Yes! Finally! Thank you!" Anna cried out in exasperation.

"Who?" Lea asked, both eyebrows shooting up his forehead at my sudden change of attitude.

"It's-" I began, but that one word was all I got out before Anna took a sudden sharp turn, yanking me into the Marigold Room with her and bringing us face to face with-

"Grandfather!" I breathed, feet faltering as Anna brought us both to a sudden and jerky stop before him.

He cut an imposing figure, my grandfather. Tall, like father, and with the same red hair too that had been passed down to Anna. His however bore prominent streaks of grey at his temples - really the only sign of him getting on in years as he otherwise looked remarkably good for a man of his age. Still fit as a fiddle, barrel-chested, with a strong, square jaw and a sharp, piercing gaze.

A gaze that was so cold right now that I didn't know how I wasn't frozen into solid ice on the spot.

Anna had been wrong.

This wasn't bad.

This was catastrophic.

Because my grandfather? Not exactly the nicest person. Remember what my father had been like? Well, just think - he'd had to learn it from somewhere. And next to Grandfather, my father seemed warm and cuddly. Like sunshine and rainbows. Heck, Father was as friggin' teletubby by comparison to the man who'd raised him. Grandfather was cut from the same cloth as his brother, the Duke. The epitome of old fashioned and proper etiquette. The thing was, where the Duke was all bluster and tantrums, Grandfather just got quiet when he was angry. Like... really, really quiet. An ominous kind of quiet. A bone-chilling kind of quiet. Whenever Grandfather stopped talking, that's when I really got scared of the man.

No, scratch that. That was when I got petrified of the man.

So the fact that he was just staring down his nose at me right now, eyes narrowed, lips set into a grim, disapproving line, and not uttering a single word? Would have been enough to turn my hair stark white if it weren't pretty damn close already.

And to make matters worse? Mother and Father stood not five feet behind him looking rather unamused with me themselves.

Oh gosh, this wasn't going to be some pleasant, little family gathering.

This was going to be an execution. Mine, to be exact.

Gerda suddenly appeared off to one side, panting to catch her breath and making a hasty curtsy towards my parents and grandfather before announcing, "Elsa and her guest have arrived."

...thanks, Gerda. I think they figured that out already.

I watched as she turned and hurried to make her exit before reluctantly returning my gaze to Grandfather. Still, he said nothing. Just arched one bushy eyebrow at me and waited.

Oh fudge, he wanted me to be the first one to speak? Where do I even begin? What do I even say? Could I even talk right now? I don't think I could, not with how heavy my tongue suddenly felt, like it had turned into solid lead. What was I supposed to do here? How-

Suddenly, I felt it. A hand. Lea's hand, slipping across the small of my back and coming to rest on my hip, pulling me gently into his side. "Aren'tcha gonna introduce me, babe?" he asked, voice low and sugary-sweet as he grinned and pressed a kiss to my temple.

Grandfather's thick mustache gave a little twitch.

That's all it took for me to know. Not thirty seconds into this and there was absolutely zero doubt in my mind.

Before this weekend was out, Grandfather was going to murder Lea.

Inhaling and exhaling, I wrung my hands together and somehow figured out how to do this thing called 'talking' once again. "F-Father, you've already had the, uh… the pleasure, but Grandfather, Mother… this… this is…" I screwed my eyes shut, trying to steel myself.

Come on, Elsa, you can do this. Just one word. Just one measly, little word.

"This is my boooooo-" What was this? What was I doing here? "-oooooooooooooooo-" Why was I stretching the syllable out so friggin' long? What, had I gotten stuck? "-oooooooooooooo-" Dear god, how was there this much oxygen in my lungs? "-oooooooooo-" I didn't think there was even this much oxygen on the whole planet, much less inside my lungs. "-oooyyyyyyy-" Oh good. Progress. At this rate, I'd complete the word sometime this century. "-yyyyyyyyy-"

Anna, my divine saviour and blessed angel of mercy, jabbed her elbow into my gut.

"-friend!" I finished at last with a cough. "Boyfriend. This is my...my boyfriend. Yes. This is he. He is this." A beat. Then, "Lea! By the way. His name, that is. Yup. Lea the Boyfriend. My boyfriend. That's right, Lea is my boyfriend. My boyfriend is-"

"I think they get it, Sis," Anna hissed quietly out of the corner of her plastered-on smile.

Gee, I was getting so good at this whole lying thing, wasn't I?

"Pleased to meet ya, Gramps," Lea stretched out a hand towards him.

Grandfather didn't take it. Instead, he just stared long and hard at it. At the black nail polish and rings adorning it. Finally, he lifted his chin with a sniff and straightened his already ramrod posture even further. "That'll be Sir to you, young man."

"Oo, how formal. Whatever you say," he retracted his hand with a smirk, "Sir Gramps."

This had been a mistake, using Lea as my rent-a-boyfriend.

Actually… no, mistake would be an understatement. This was a powder keg and Lea was a goddamn burning match.

Pushing past my now rigidly stiff grandfather, Lea approached my parents next. "Pops, always a pleasure. Ma'am," he took my mother's hand in his to politely press his lips to the back of it, "lovely to make your acquaintance."

She looked slightly taken aback, blue eyes widening. However, Mother recovered quickly, delicately plucking her fingers from his grip to smooth at the tight bun her brown hair was currently up in before primly folding her hands together just below her waist. When she smiled, it was gracious but tight. "As it is yours," there was a briefest of pauses before she tacked on a hesitant, "Lea. Please, take a seat. Dinner should be ready shortly, but would anyone like a drink prepared while we wait?"

I was relieved to hear Lea answer with, "I'm good, thanks." Because a return of Wine Tipsy Lea was by far the very last thing this situation needed right now. As I declined as well, a quick look around brought to my attention the fact that we were the only two not partaking as it seemed the others had already started before we'd gotten here. Mother and Father were sipping at what looked to be some sort of dark red cabernet, while Anna retrieved her own glass and moved towards the mini bar to refill it - most likely with something sweet, fruity and potent enough to bring down an elephant, knowing her. On the low table around which all the seats gathered was a sturdy glass full of ice and an amber liquid. Probably Grandfather's. Probably bourbon.

I shifted over towards the sofa opposite the table from my parents and all three of us took a seat at the same time. Lea joined me soon after, slipping his arm around my shoulders as he flumped down into the cushions beside me. Grandfather, however, hadn't budged from where he stood since we'd entered the room. Not one inch. "Father," was all my father said to him - partially warning, partially pleading.

Grandfather's mustache twitched again and his left eye ticked. But then he moved to sit down in the armchair in front of the bourbon, snatching up the glass and sullenly nursing it.

Dear lord, this was a nightmare. No, this was Hell. That had to be it - I'd died and was now in my own little corner of the Underworld specifically designed and crafted to torture me in the cruelest way possible. I could already feel the stress burning an ulcer into my stomach and no amount of Lea's fingers lightly trailing up and down my arm would calm me down.

There was no point in putting it off, right? I should just do it now. Bring up the thing that was on all of our minds but no one was talking about. You know, the thing. The wedding thing… or rather, the whole lack of the wedding thing. I should just get this over with. Rip the bandaid off. Getting it all out in the open now had to be better than this. Anything had to be better than this… right?

Hands fidgeting furiously in my lap and this close to dislocating a finger, I licked my dry lips and managed to find my voice. "Perhaps now… we should discuss what exactly h-happened on… on my-"

"That is a topic that would be best saved for later," Father talked over me, his stern voice cutting me off. "Let us speak of other things right now."

My head rocked back at that, my forehead wrinkling. I flicked my gaze over to Grandfather briefly - who was still stewing quietly over his drink - then back to my parents. "But I thought-"

"Now's not the time, Elsa," Mother insisted firmly. "This is not a discussion that will be brief, nor will it be suitable to have over dinner. Besides, your father and I will have our hands full preparing for the party tomorrow evening, so this is a conversation that will just have to wait until the day after."

A frown tugged at my lips. "You're hosting a party?"

"For Grandfather's birthday," Anna plopped down onto the sofa beside me, freshened drink in hand. "Since, ya know, it's such a huge one. The big seven-oh. The whole family is going to be there to celebrate. And I mean, the whole family," she shot me a pointed look over the rim of her glass as she took a swig.

Oh. So that's what she'd meant earlier by "tomorrow people."

Why couldn't she have been this articulate when she'd greeted me at the door?

Mother added, "You are, of course, invited to attend the celebration as well, Lea. I know Father would be thrilled for you to join us."

Uh-huh. Sure. Grandfather looked positively pleased as punch over there at the very prospect.

"Sounds like a blast, count me in," Lea grinned.

Alright so… the birthday soirée would be tomorrow, then The Talk™ would be the day after. Roughly two days… forty-eight hours of waiting and worrying and dreading and- oh dear, I had to wonder what the world record for longest sustained panic attack might be. Start the timer, I was about to shatter that sucker.

A hush fell over the room, with the only sound coming from the clinking of the ice in Grandfather's drink accompanied by the ticking of the ancient but well-kept longcase clock in the corner. The ticking seemed to get louder with each passing second.

After one painfully long minute, Mother was finally the one to break the silence. "So Lea," she began, her eyes intent on him, "please… tell us a little about yourself."

"Where to even begin? Lessee here." Uh oh. I didn't like that little gleam he had in his eye as he rubbed a curled finger over his chin. "Well, I guess ya could say I had the kinda childhood every lil tyke dreams about: full of joy and love and the foster system." It was probably a good thing I hadn't gotten a drink because I'd probably be choking on it right now just like my parents were with theirs. "But I mean, with a druggie dad who bought the farm and a druggie mom who split outta my life first chance she got, where else was I s'posed to go?

"As for the rest after that, let's just give ya the highlights." Now he started ticking off his fingers, "College dropout. Ride a motorcycle. In a hardcore death metal band. Smoke ten packs a day." For the love of… he did remember the part about not giving my parents a heart attack, right? "Just got my thirty-day chip from AA - hey, fifth times a charm, right? Oh, I'm also a wanted felon in three different states. Wait…" he squinted one eye, pursing his lips to the left, "...make that four. Always forget about Connecticut. Which reminds me, I need to check in with my parole officer."

"He's joking!" I said quickly with a tiny, nervous laugh.

"Or am I?" he leaned forward in his seat to whisper conspiratorially, eyebrows bouncing. I pinched his arm, forcing a soft tch from him. "But let's not forget the most important thing ya need to know about me: how completely," he kissed my pinky, "and totally," another one for my ring finger, "head over heels," three more, one for each word and each remaining finger, "I am for your daughter."

Alright, you need to cool your jets, cheeks. This was all just part of the show, after all.

A show that was possibly being performed a bit too well. Grandfather's knuckles had gone so white around his glass, I was surprised the poor thing hadn't shattered into a million pieces yet.

Lea tapped his index to his lips now, "Hmmm, what else? Oh! Got a pretty cool story about this gnarly scar my half-brother gave me with a-"

"Anna!" I suddenly burst out, turning towards her at the same time I snagged Lea's hand, keeping him from lifting the hem of his shirt. She froze mid-sip, glancing at me out of the corner of her eyes. "What about you? What's new with you? You have that new boyfriend of yours, right? What about him, will he be joining us this weekend?"

Who me? Trying to change the subject? Psh, I would never!

She winced, averting her gaze and lowering her drink as she traced a finger around the rim. "Oh jeez, my…? Well... he, er… he was going to make it for dinner tonight but… something… unfortunately came up! But he should definitely be here in time for the party tomorrow, so… don't worry! Heh… I- oo, little cheeses!" she cried out excitedly as Gerda abruptly appeared once more to place a small platter of hors d'oeuvres on the coffee table. Anna immediately proceeded to stuff her face with them before pointing at her bulging cheeks and shaking her head, signaling she could no longer talk.

A crease formed between my eyebrows.

Huh… was it just me or was Anna acting kind of weird?

Maybe the tension around the room just had us all on edge, even her. Yeah, that was probably all it was.

"And you, Elsa?" Father's cool tone snapped my attention back to him. Each word that followed was slow and measured, as if he were picking them very carefully, "Tell us how you have been keeping yourself occupied during these past several weeks."

"Oh!" I gnawed on my lower lip, my fingers already tugging at my braid before I'd even realized it. "Well, I've… reconnected with an old friend - you remember Rayne from when I went to summer camp? Well she's married now with a baby on the way, can you imagine? And… and I've gotten myself a place to live and have found a job and-"

-and auditioned for a musical.

That was what I'd been about to tell them. However when I tried, the words got caught in my throat.

I knew they'd disapprove. That they'd probably scoff and wonder why I was still wasting my time on such childish, useless things. But it wasn't childish or useless, at least not to me. To me, the audition had been so important, had brought me so much happiness. I didn't want to give my parents the chance to belittle and ridicule it. I didn't want them to take this thing that was so special away from me.

So instead I released my braid and folded my hands in my lap, sitting up a little straighter as I simply said, "...and that's it really."

I could sense Lea's eyes on me. I think he knew what I'd purposely omitted. Thankfully, he kept his mouth shut about it.

"So… Lea…" Grandfather spoke up suddenly, his voice dangerously low and making me flinch. "I hear you're in the…" his lip curled in a slight sneer, "...pizza business? Is that right?"

Smirking back, he slouched a bit more comfortably into his seat. "That's right. I sling dough at a lil pizza joint in the local mall food court. Great place by the name of Pizza Planet… you ever been?"

His jaw clenched ever so slightly. "No, can't say that I have. But this... Pizza Planet," he said it like those were the two most offensive words in the english language, "...is that where you see yourself working for the rest of your life?"

Lea chuckled, his hand batting the air, "Nah, that'd just be silly! No, I won't be selling pizza forever." His mouth curved into a cheshire grin, "Instead I'll be selling ice cream."

"He plans to own his own business, Grandfather," I hastily clarified.

"His own business… selling ice cream," he growled, pointer finger incessantly tapping against his glass now. "And this is how you would plan to provide for and take care of my granddaughter."

"Pardon me, Sir Gramps," there was a hint of an edge to Lea's voice now, despite his unwavering smile, "but I was under the impression that your granddaughter was her own person fully capable of taking care of herself."

You know that chilling, goosebump-inducing, hackles-raising energy you can feel crackling in the air right before a devastating storm strikes and ravages the land?

That was exactly how it felt right now in the space between Grandfather and Lea.

Luckily, Gerda appeared in the nick of time to divert the tempest by announcing, "Dinner is ready!"

"Thank you, Gerda," Mother had stood in the blink of an eye and was already making her way over to Grandfather. "If you would be so kind as to escort me, Father?"

His hard, unblinking gaze was still on Lea and for a second it seemed like he hadn't even heard her. But at last he tore his eyes away with a harrumph and put his drink back down on the table with a sharp, audible clink. "Of course, my dear," he said evenly as he rose from his own chair, offering her his arm and leading her out of the room.

I turned to Anna, but before I could say anything she'd already bolted up and around the table to grab both of Father's hands in hers. "C'mon, Dad! Walk me to dinner too!" she yanked him up, startling a soft grunt out of him as he staggered to his feet. Then she was hooking her arm through his elbow and all but dragging him out of the room with her.

What the…?

...maybe Anna was just super hungry?

"I think that went really well!" Lea chirped, giving me a thumbs up.

I merely drooped my eyelids at him and said nothing.

Later that night found me in my old bedroom. I'd deduced this was where I was expected to sleep, seeing as how this was where Kai had deposited my luggage. As suspected, Lea had been set up in one of the guest rooms further down the hall, so it was just me alone in here now.

It felt odd being back in this room. Just like it'd felt odd returning to my parent's home or going back to my old condo. I don't know, I guess I just didn't feel like I... belonged here anymore. Like I was some piece that everyone else was trying to force into the wrong puzzle, even though my edges didn't fit and the picture didn't match at all.

Sighing, I shifted in my chair to face the mirror on my vanity once more - this one a lot nicer than the one we'd scrounged up for my room back at the apartment I shared with Rayne and Riku, as you might imagine. Having just finished combing out my hair, I set my brush aside and my fingers idly went to work on rebraiding as my thoughts began to wander.

Dinner had ended up just being the sequel to drinks in the Marigold Room. My parents had continued to try and maintain some semblance of being hospitable hosts while keeping up strained conversation. Grandfather had continued to be a seething ball of barely-held-in-check fury and I don't think he'd said more than two words for the rest of the evening. Lea had continued to… well, be Lea. And as for my sister…

I quite honestly had no idea what was going on with her. Maybe it was just my imagination but it seemed every time I'd tried to talk to her, something else had always gotten in the way. Like I'd open my mouth to speak but before I could so much as make a peep, she'd already engaged Mother or Father in some new topic. Or I'd ask her a question only to have her look at me, lips pursed shut against a mouth full of food and shoulders shrugging. There was even one time where all I'd said was her name before she'd accidentally knocked over her drink. At least, I thought it'd been accidental… unless...

Could it be that she was... purposely avoiding talking to me? Had I done something to upset her? I couldn't even begin to think what. Last I'd seen her a week ago, she'd been fine. Everything had been normal between us. What could have possibly changed since?

...maybe I was just reading too much into it. It was probably just a lot of coincidence and poor timing. In fact-

There was a knock at my door just then.

Ha! Bet you that was her now. See? Nothing to worry about, I'd just been overthinking it all. Tying off my completed braid, I rose to answer the door.

And indeed, it was a redhead that I found waiting in the corridor on the other side.

Just not the redhead I'd been expecting.

"Lea?" I frowned, both my eyebrows rising.

He snerked, "Yeesh, don't act too excited to see me."

"What? No, I'm- You're just not who I-" I pressed my lips shut, heaving a small sigh through my nose. "...nevermind. What brings you here?"

"Brought ya something," he grinned and for the first time, I realized he was hiding his hands behind his back. "May I come in?"

My head tipped to the right. "Uh...sure," I opened the door wider, my bare feet stepping off to one side as I absently smoothed at my dress - the same one from dinner. Lea had arrived just before I'd been about to change for bed.

He was still in his earlier clothes as well, though he'd left behind his boots and jacket. I couldn't help but notice he hadn't taken that cute little half-tail out of his hair yet. I also couldn't help but notice the way he carefully managed to keep whatever he had behind him out of sight, even as he walked past me into the room. I closed the door and when I faced him, he hunched down to my eye level, "Ya ready?"

I crossed one hand over my abdomen and gestured with the other for him to continue.

"Ta-da!" he brought one hand forward now, revealing a little black strip lined with sharp, metal points dangling from the clasp pinched between his fingertips.

That's right. It was the spiked collar.

...whatever I'd been expecting, it hadn't been this.

My eyes blinked once. Then twice. "...you were serious? You actually have one of those?"

"Course! What, didja think I was lying? I'm offended, madame," he hmphed, putting his free hand to his breast.

I snorted with a roll of my eyes, "Well no, not lying, but more so just joking."

"I never joke about studded leather," he waggled his eyebrows at me.

Nose crinkling, I delicately poked a finger into one of the spikes. "Alright, so why exactly are you showing me this?"

Lea smirked and shrugged. "Your curiosity just seemed so piqued when I mentioned it earlier."

I gave him a flat look. "It was not piqued."

"Keep telling yourself that," he chuckled then paused, eyes crinkling. "...so you wanted to know what it looked like on me, right?"

Cheeks lightly toasted now, I scowled, "I never said-"

He wrapped the thing around his neck, holding it in place with a hand instead of fastening the tiny buckle in back.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

...it was, um… hrm, it was… interesting.

Damn it, face, be cool. That goes double for you, heart! Don't go thinking I can't hear that racket you're making down there!

"Well, I guess that's one mystery solved," was all I said as I glanced away, hand coming up to cover one cheek in a vain attempt to hide the growing blush.

"Glad I could be of service," he murmured as he (mercifully) removed the collar from his throat once more.

"...why do you even own one?" I asked, hesitantly reaching for the accessory now.

He let me take it from him. "Just a relic from my pissed-off, rebellious juvenile delinquent days that I managed to dig up again recently. What a punkass lil poser I was back then, huh?" he hummed a tiny laugh as he looked down at his feet, lightly scuffing one against the carpet.

Intrigued by it now, I turned it over in my hands as he spoke before taking it over to the mirror on my vanity. "I suppose we all try to find different ways to express ourselves when we're young. Just a part of growing up and figuring out who we are," I said distractedly as I watched my reflection bring the choker up to encircle her neck, tilting her head slightly to the left with a thoughtful frown.

"Well I guess that'd make me a-" whatever quip he'd had locked and loaded was forever lost as he made a sudden strangled, choking noise.

I looked over at him sharply, brow furrowing as I lowered the spiked collar once more. "You okay? What happened?"

His fist thumped his chest as he fought for breath, which was making his face red. "N-nothing," he wheezed, rapidly shaking his head. "Just oxygen, man. That shit'll kill ya, am I right? Heh."

I squinted at him dubiously.

Lea was such a weirdo sometimes.

He averted his gaze now, rubbing at the back of his neck. "You, uh… that choker looked good on ya. Like really, really good."

"You think so?" I frowned down at where it rested in my palm before holding it out to him, "I'll just have to take your word for it."

"Keep it," he grinned, pushing my hand back towards me. "Ya never know when you'll need one for an impromptu angry goth phase."

I smiled at that, "I think I'm in the clear. Isn't that more of a teenager thing?"

"Please. Angry goth isn't an age, it's a state of mind."

"If you say so," I snorted, but put the choker down on my vanity. I had to wonder what my parents might say if they ever discovered it in here with the rest of my things.

"So," he piped up once more, pulling my attention back to him, "this is the bedroom that sweet lil El grew up in, huh?"

As I watched Lea take a few steps further in now, it suddenly occurred to me... this was the first time a boy had ever been in my bedroom. And not just any boy - this was my crush.

Wow… it felt so highschool when I put it that way.

To be fair though, this wasn't an experience I'd ever got to have while I was actually in highschool.

Better late than never, I suppose?

I only wish it didn't make me want to squirm so much as his eyes roved over everything in here, from the big, purple, gauzy canopy bed to the embellished, oversized wardrobe and matching dresser set. From the cushy, inset bench beneath a grand window in the unique shape of a triangle to the tall, antique shelves of neatly arranged novels and DVD cases of old musicals and plays. From the small sitting area in one corner furnished with plush red chairs to the vintage Broadway posters hanging from the walls in expensive frames.

The room was not small by any means, but him being in it somehow seemed to make it shrink. Like here was this big guy that had somehow found his way into a cutesy little dollhouse room. The comparison did not make me want to fidget any less.

Trying to take my mind off it, I began, "So… earlier at drinks and dinner, did you really have to be so…" I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to find the right word. "...just so, ah…"

"So much of a grade-A jackass?" he suggested brightly. Not exactly the word I would have used, but still, I gave a slow nod and he laughed. "Remember, the whole point was for me to be a total hooligan so they didn't just think me some pushover they could boss around or scare off. Think they got that message loud and clear. 'Sides, pushing every last button of the girlfriend's folks is kinda a hallmark of being a classic bad boy."

My fingers found their way to my braid, running up and down it. "But there's a big difference between pushing a few buttons and having a deathwish."

"Aw, how sweet, you worried about lil ol' me, El?" He paused briefly in his casual perusal of my room to glance my way, flashing me that cursed dimple of his, "I'm so flattered."

I shook my head, "I just think you didn't have to go to such extremes or be quite so-"

"Gotta question for ya," he interjected, coming over to stand in front of me. "Say I had showed up on my very best behavior. The perfect gentleman, minded all my P's and Q's and was just the saintliest boyfriend to ever saint. Do you think your family would be singing my praises right about now?"

My eyes shifted about and I tried weakly, "...well… maybe if-"

"Do you truly, honestly believe that your family would ever accept a white trash lil nobody like me dating their precious princess of a daughter?" he pressed quietly yet firmly.

I tucked in my lower lip, hesitating for a long moment before a tiny grimace twisted my face and I mumbled, "Probably not, no."

Lea gave a little smile that almost seemed a touch sad before he turned away once more, returning his attention to exploring the bedroom. "Thought so. I was screwed the second I so much as dared to breathe the same air as your gramps. So if they're all gonna hate my guts whether I play the part of boy scout or hoodlum, might as well go with door numeros dos and at least have some fun while I'm at it," he chuckled.

"Fine, I see your point," I crossed my arms with a frown. "But still, you might want to tone it back just a smidge. Grandfather has munny and connections. He can seriously make you disappear."

A snerk. "I'd like to see him try. I'm one tough son of a bitch to get rid of," he muttered as he neared my bed now, reaching out a hand to poke some of the draping aside as he peeked in, "Trust me, no one axes me that easily, got it memorized? He's in for one rude awakening if he thinks he can just- gah!" he stumbled back in surprise, blinking a couple times before shifting the canopy again for a second look. "The fuck is that ugly lil bastard?!"

I rushed over, snatching up the stuffed plushie sitting atop my neatly made bed and hugging it close as I glared at Lea. "It's a snowman and shush, he's cute! Cuter than you anyway!"

His horrified gaze darted from me to the doll and back. "Dear god, I hope not!"

Sitting down on my mattress, I spun the little guy around in my lap for a better look at him - it'd probably been at least four-some-odd years since I'd last seen the plush, after all. And okay, sure, I could admit he probably wouldn't be winning any beauty contests any time soon, but give the poor, stuffed snowman a break! I had had him since I was a baby and he had had to endure more than one stitch repair job, especially with what a destructive little toddler Anna had been. Despite all that, I still thought him rather handsome with a unique, quirky charm to him.

Giving Lea a flat look and hitching my chin, I said dryly, "My statement stands."

"Wow, guess it's true what they say, beauty really is in the eye of the beholder," he grumbled, narrowing his gaze on the plushie as I snuggled it close to me once more. But then one corner of his lips quirked up and he bowed down to look me in the eye, tipping his head to one side as he murmured, "Hope I at least rate a close second."

Resident cheeks be advised: flash fire warnings are now in effect.

I held my tongue and just glanced away.

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he straightened back up and shoved his hands into his pockets. "So… about that big party tomorrow…"

Thank goodness, a new topic! "What about it?"

Shrugging, Lea said, "Just wanna know what to expect."

My fingers idly stroked at the snowman's head - the fabric still felt soft after all these years, even if it had taken on more of a dull gray color by now as opposed to its original pristine, snowy white. "Well… it'll probably be held in our ballroom-"

"This small palace has a freaking ballroom too?" He shook his head with a snort, "I was kidding before, but this place really is just one big damn Clue board."

Rolling my eyes, I continued, "And it'll probably be packed with all our relatives. Believe me, there are a lot of us on both sides of the family. Acquaintances too. Honestly, it'll most likely all be rather boring. Just a whole lot of mingling, maybe a speech or two, and an over abundance of food accompanied by music."

"Music…" he repeated, frowning up at the ceiling now as one hand went to the nape of his neck, tugging at the little hairs there. "So that mean there'll be dancing? Like… the fancy kind?"

I cocked my head at him. "Are you worried about having to waltz?" Resting my stuffed doll against my pillows, I stood up, "I can teach you if you'd like."

He blinked at me, expression unreadable. Then, "Alright."

I stepped over to stand before him. Now that I got close, I was reminded of just how freakishly tall the man was. My stomach did a little somersault at that and I was already regretting this decision. But it was too late to turn back now. Beating the blush back, locking it up and throwing away the key, I schooled my face into seriousness.

I was going to handle this like a professional, damnit!

"It's fairly simple really, and you've probably seen more than your fair share of it in those sappy movies you like so much. Our hands come together, like this," I joined my right with his left, holding them up to one side. "While your other hand goes…" gingerly taking his wrist in my grasp, I tentatively guided his palm to rest on my hip, hoping the action didn't seem as awkward as it had felt, "...right there." Finally, I settled my left hand on his shoulder and looked up the few inches that separated us.

Big mistake.

Jeez, having eyes as green and beautiful and heart spasm-inducing as his should've been illegal!

And being surrounded by his warm, cinnamony boy scent was not helping matters one bit.

I hastily broke eye contact, opting to look down at our toes instead. Toes are nice. Toes are safe. "It's, uh... it's very easy. You just take steps in the shape of a square. Watch my feet and follow along, I'll go slow. Forward with your left foot first," I took a step back and he moved with me, "then to the side with your right… now bring them together… Good. Then back with your right… out with your left… and together again." I took him through it a few more times without issue. "See? Simple. You're already getting the hang of it."

"I just must have a really good teacher," he said in a low hum.

"At this rate I'll soon be the one following your lead instead of… wait," my forehead wrinkled, "...you are already leading." I looked up at him suspiciously. "Did you already know how to ballroom dance?"

He smiled sheepishly, "Heh… guilty?"

"You brat, why did you tell me you didn't?" I laughed, trying to step away from him.

"I said no such thing," his hand shifted from my hip to the small of my back, not letting me escape. To be fair, I didn't try that hard. "You just assumed I didn't know how. And you know what they say when you assume," he teased as he continued to lead me in our little dance.

I scoffed in spite of the upward tug I felt at one side of my mouth. "Where did you even learn to waltz?"

"My lil secret," Lea winked. "But you know the deal. I'd be willing to give it up for one o' yours."

"You want me to give you a secret?" My eyes darted to the left. "I'm not sure I even have anymore…"

He snerked, pulling me ever so slightly closer to him. "Now I know I don't believe that. You must be able to think of at least one."

...actually yes. There was… at least one more I could think of…

That of certain feelings I was having for a certain redhead.

Sensing a small, familiar heat creeping up into my face, I cleared my throat and shook my head, still not meeting his gaze. "No… no I don't think so. Pretty sure I'm all tapped out."

He dipped his head down next to mine and I could feel him smirking against my ear as he whispered, "You wouldn't be lying to me now, would you?"

His warm breath tickled and I had to suppress a shiver. Conceal, don't feel. Don't let him know. I finally looked at him with a small, playful smile that I hoped didn't betray my hammering heart. "Come now… does this look like the face of someone who'd lie to you?"

Lea bit back a tiny, crooked grin as his eyes hooded, his thumb tracing small circles against the fabric of my dress. Then his lips parted, about to speak.

That was when, for the second time that night, a knock came at my door.

That must be Anna. Smile widening as I continued to stare up at Lea, I called out, "Come in."

I heard it open followed by a soft, "Oh!" that caused me to pale and my feet to stumble.

That wasn't the sound of my sister's voice.

My head whipped towards it as I stammered, "M-Mother!" This time when I attempted to break free of Lea's hold, he let me.

She stood there, posture perfect and hands clasped together in front of her. "Sorry, I didn't think you already had company."

"S'okay, I was just leaving," Lea said before pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. "Night," he told me, voice low as his fingers tucked some of my hair behind my ears. Apparently, he couldn't just depart without giving me one final whammy of the warm fuzzies. Jerkface. "Ma'am," he nodded to my mother as he walked past her towards my door, closing it behind him on his way out.

My gaze followed his exit before drifting over to my vanity right beside the door.

More specifically, to the spiked collar still resting on top of it.

Fudge. Had I wondered what my parents' reaction would be if they ever discovered it in here? Yes. Did I particularly need to find out the answer to that little question this very night? Hell no!

Luckily Mother hadn't seemed to notice it on her way in and her back was currently to it as she said, "That young man is… quite the character."

Funny. That's what Father had said. Almost verbatim. I wondered if my parents rehearsed these things.

"He, uh…" I sidled past her, putting myself between her and the choker, blocking her line of sight to it. Then I forced an innocent smile and a weak chuckle, "...he makes me happy."

If she thought my movements strange, she was good at hiding it. "And he seems very fond of you."

"Ah… yes, I suppose so." I casually leaned back against the piece of furniture and slipped a hand behind me, discreetly moving the offending item into one of the vanity's small drawers.

Whew! Mission Hide The Goth Contraband was a success!

The small feeling of victory swiftly waned however and I frowned. "Mother, I…" I began, only to find I had no idea what to say to her.

I hadn't had any idea for years now.

It had not always not always been like this. In fact when I'd been very little, I'd felt like I could share anything and everything with her. She'd been my biggest supporter in all things, especially in my love of the performing arts. As I'd always been such a shy child, she'd gone so far as to even encourage the activity, perhaps in the hopes that it would build my confidence and make me more outgoing.

But as I'd grown older, our relationship had changed. She became more aloof and distant. I suspect she and Father had hoped my interest in theater was just a phase, one I'd grow out of eventually. But when it seemed I wasn't going to - not on my own anyway - she'd started taking a sterner approach with me. That's when she stopped being my friend. That's when it became harder to talk to her. And it'd only gotten harder and harder with time. Things were never quite the same between us after that.

She watched me now, patient for me to continue. Worrying my bottom lip between my teeth, I finally settled on, "Why are you here?"

"I would think the answer should be obvious." Her small, gentle smile caught me off guard, but not nearly as much as her now stepping forward to take both my hands in hers. "I wanted a little time alone with my daughter. Away from your father and grandfather... just the two of us."

My breath hitched, my chest constricted, and before I knew it I was blurting out, "I auditioned for a musical."

Her head reeled back slightly and I winced.

Welp. So much for not letting that cat out of the bag.

I swear, mouth, I can't take you anywhere.

Waiting with bated breath, I searched her wide-eyed gaze for any clue as to what she might be thinking. Was she angry? Annoyed? Disappointed? I couldn't tell as her face gave away nothing for several long seconds. Finally though, she tipped her head to one side, "...did it go well?"

I blinked, a crease emerging between my eyebrows. "I, uh… yes, I think it did. But they won't announce casting until next week."

"I see. Well," and here she was smiling again as she leaned in closer to whisper, "we can just keep that our little secret, hm?"

...who was this woman and what had she done with Mother?

I stared at her before slowly nodding. It was all I could do. Words abandoned me at the moment. I hadn't been prepared at all for this.

And I was even less prepared for what came next.

Mother's gaze softened as she brought her hand up, cupping her cool fingers to my cheek. "That must have taken a lot of courage. I'm very proud of you."

My throat tightened and I swallowed past the lump I felt forming in it. I blinked away some tears, my voice hoarse as I somehow managed to get out, "Th-thank you… Mother."

Had I entered some sort of Twilight Zone? If so, I never wanted to leave.

She regarded me kindly for a second more before her expression turned to that of concern. "You look tired. Have you been sleeping well?"

Honestly, I hadn't. The last good night's rest I'd had was the unplanned sleepover in Lea's room. Every night since then was one night closer and closer to this weekend and whatever unspeakable horrors awaited me. Every night had been less and less dreams, replaced by more and more tossing and turning. I'd actually spent all of last night wide awake, just staring up at my ceiling until the sun had at last arisen.

So, naturally, my answer to Mother was, "Yes."

Her quiet tsk said she didn't believe me. "Come here," she turned away, walking towards my bed and lowering herself down onto it. I hugged myself, feet rooted to the spot as I stared after her, bewildered. Sitting back against my pillows and tucking in her legs, her hand patted the spot on the mattress beside her, "Cuddle close, scooch in."

Instantly I was transported back to when I was a little girl. Back to the last time I'd heard her say those words to me. My response was automatic and before I'd realized it, I'd already curled into her side and was resting my head against her shoulder.

She started humming a familiar lullaby. One she had used to sing for me all the time when I was small. It was from my favorite musical, the same one that the song I'd sang in the tryouts had been from.

This was nice. It wouldn't put me to sleep, but still, it was... nice. Comforting. Nostalgic. Her hand was lightly stroking my arm, my hair, my cheek. Then she was trailing the tip of her pinky down the bridge of my nose slowly before bringing it back up to do it again. An old trick she'd used to use to get me to pass out. Cute. That may have worked when I was a child, but I was an adult now. There's no way it could still possibly have the same effect on me now, not in a million-

Within minutes I was out like a light.

Author's Note: Ah, it's finally here! The dreaded weekend with (dun dun dun)… The Parents (TM)! Elsa's spent most of the story in Lea's KH universe, now it's his turn to spend a few chapters in her Frozen world xP Let me tell you, when I was writing outline notes for this whole story, I had very little planned for this arc at first. I had a smattering of a few vague ideas, but hardly enough to fill even so much as one chapter with! But thankfully, Frozen 2 was released, coming to my rescue and giving me a whole new host of Frozen characters to include xD Then the ideas started flowing, thank goodness! Soooooo, more F2 characters to be introduced in the chapters to come! Fun Fact: Elsa's dress this chapter (complete with lil necklace) is loosely based on the dress she wears at the beginning of F2 for the Some Things Never Change song, just picture it shorter (cuz apparently I just want to do that to all her dresses) and with a maybe slightly poofier skirt.

Next chapter, what new trial and tribulations does The Weekend (capital T, capital W) hold in store for our couple? Is there something up with Anna or she just being her normal oddball self? Was there a reason behind Mother's unexpected show of affection? Will there be trouble brewing at Gramps' bday shindig? Just who REALLY is the cuter cutie to ever cute: Lea or Elsa's wonky snowman plushie? Stay tuned!

Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!

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crash my car - c.h.

w/n: this was inspired by crash my car by COIN, which is one of my current faves so check that out! just a lil wild night mixed with soft mornings

word count: 1.7k

warnings: uh maybe some sexual suggestions/mentions!

It should have been like any other night. It should have been a normal, fun night out with the girls.

Spoiler: it was anything but normal.

She stepped out of the car, her artificially tanned legs making an appearance before her face did as she slid off the seat. Her ankle boots with the chunky heels clicked against the pavement as she led her pack of alpha females past the bouncer and into the crowded, smoke-filled club, the snapping of her shoes against the floor seeming to rise above the bass of the song currently playing. Quickly the domino effect took place, the woman parting the Red Sea before her as she made her way to the spot that was always so quickly reserved for her. So imagine her surprise when she came upon four handsome gentlemen sitting there instead.

Immediately she screeched to a halt, her perfectly lined lips dropping open in surprise. The men hadn’t noticed her, instead too engrossed in whatever conversation they were holding to notice the group of girls staring at them. Her entourage all shared nervous looks behind her, collectively looking to their leader as they waited for her next move; they knew she was too stubborn to accept defeat so easily.

A smirk appeared on her lips as one of the men finally took notice of them, his gaze meeting hers before his eyes traveled over her body. Hers did the same to him, taking in his short hair and pouty lips as he stood to his full height; he held a drink in one hand and put the other in his pocket, his gaze still taking in her appearance as she slowly walked up to him.

“Hi,” she greeted simply once she was close enough, holding out a hand. A thick London accent clung to her words like a desperate ex-boyfriend, a sweet smile on her lips as she took in his beautiful eyes. She noted the tattoo on his chest quickly. “I’m Aria, and you’re in my spot.”

Her words drew a laugh out of the stranger before her, his head hanging a bit before he looked back up at her. His look was comparable to a smolder but more mischievous, a slight twinkle in his eyes as he met her gaze and held it. Somehow she felt like they were the only two people in the crowded, sweaty club when he looked at her, and it was intoxicating. “Hello, Aria,” he greeted, taking her hand in his free one and bringing it to his lips to kiss it. “I’m Calum, and I think you’re mistaken. This is our spot.” Is that a lisp she heard?

His ignorance was almost forgivable just by how alluring the man--Calum--was. Almost. “Aww, how cute,” she said, pouting a bit as she spoke, batting her eyelashes at Calum. “Darling, those seats are ours. So if you and your friends could kindly move…”

Another chuckle escaped the man in front of her, his gaze looking to the floor. He took a step closer, his gaze lifting with a slight smirk as he looked at her. “Why don’t we share it, sweetheart?” He asked, his smirk turning into a small smile as he held her gaze. “You and your friends seem nice enough. And there’s plenty of space.”

His offer, combined with how close he was to her, drew Aria’s breath out of her body, the woman biting her cheek to keep herself from doing anything she deemed to be stupid. The tension between them was no help either, the woman taking a second to search his face before she gave him his answer. “Alright,” she agreed, a hand reaching up to tap the glass he had in his hand. “But only if you buy me a drink.”

With that a smile appeared, the gentleman nodding his head as he stepped back a bit again. “That’s a reasonable compromise to me,” he agreed, gesturing for his friends to move over as Aria walked over to the seats, her crowd of faithful friends right behind her.

Throughout the evening they all sat together, Calum and Aria hip to hip as they flirted relentlessly. As their friends all paired up and went home, they were left together, the tension only growing between them until they finally agreed to travel back to Aria’s together. The tipsy duo snuck into her apartment, Calum almost immediately sliding his hands down her sides once the door had closed behind them. His lips connected with her neck a few seconds later, his hands resting on her hips and pulling her close. It was easy to feel the slight tent in his pants against her back, and she smiled.

“You know,” he said against her skin, the sensation eliciting a light giggle from the woman. “It was hard to control myself in front of all our friends back there. You’re too enticing, miss.”

His words sent a chill of excitement down Aria’s spine, the woman spinning around as her hands found their way to his waistband. “Well, you have me the rest of the night. Have your way with me, darling.”

With those words Calum laughed a bit, lifting Aria into his arms and carrying her away into her room as the sound of their combined giggles followed after them. The night passed too quickly for their liking, though the rounds they went didn’t help slow anything down; if anything, it helped them pass the time a bit faster, the sunlight filtering through the curtains in Aria’s bedroom as they collapsed in bed together.

As the world began to wake up around them the two laid together, joking and laughing while they ignored anyone trying to direct their attention away from each other. Their phones buzzed but their minds were too focused on each other, learning everything they could until Calum finally looked at the time. As he did a frown appeared on his face, pulling down his features and creating wrinkles on his brow.

“What is it, love?” Aria asked softly, noticing the look on his face. “Have you got to leave already?” A tinge of sadness snuck into her voice, the woman unknowingly moving closer to the man in an attempt to keep him close.

He was silent, simply nodding as he typed something on his phone before putting it down again and focusing back on her. He shifted so he could lean on an elbow, his free hand tucking against her side as he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. “I have to,” he said quietly against her lips, pulling back just enough to make eye contact. It was easy to sense the sadness between the two of them, the woman clinging to him as his body just hovered above her own. As he continued to speak, Calum buried his face in her neck, resting on top of her as he wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t want to. I like being around you. Like being here.”

Aria smiled at his words, trying to cover up her disappointment in him having to leave. “Keep talking like that and we’ll be having a quickie before you go,” she teased, pressing gentle kisses on every surface of skin possible. A silence fell between them before she spoke again, her sadness palpable. “Where are you going?”

Calum lifted his head and looked at her, going back to his previous hovering position before he answered her. “We’re flying out to America. This was the last stop on a press tour,” he explained, his voice soft as he reached up to play with a bit of her hair. Silence fell again. “You should come with us.”

His words shocked Aria, her first response being yes and packing a bag. Realistically, however, her job would never allow it; she wasn’t allowed to work from home ever, and her meetings always took place in London. “I can’t,” she whispered, meeting his eyes with a look of sadness. “But please tell me I’ll see you again.”

“I promise we’ll see each other again,” Calum whispered back, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Even if I have to move the whole world out of the way, we’ll be back together.”

His words were reassuring, Aria nodding and kissing him one more time before gently starting to move from under him. “You should get dressed then, love. Can’t really board a plane without any clothes.”

Calum chuckled, nodding as he moved to sit at the edge of the bed. “You’re right about that, they’ll probably detain me for these guns,” he joked, flexing his bicep obnoxiously. Aria laughed, shaking her head as she moved out of bed herself.

“Oh I believe it,” she teased, kissing his shoulder before she stood. Together they moved around her apartment, pulling on clothes and stealing kisses whenever possible. Once Calum was ready she walked him to her apartment door, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her close for a deep, sweet kiss.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he said as he pulled away, kissing her forehead. “We’ll see each other again. I promise, and I always keep my promises.”

Aria nodded, standing on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck in a hug. “Good,” she said simply, letting him go as she stepped back. “You know where to find me now.” She smiled, watching him pull open the door.

Calum returned the smile, quickly stealing one more kiss before he stepped out the door. “Bye, Aria. I’ll be back soon.”

The woman nodded, staying in the doorway and watching him leave for a second before she stepped inside and closed the door.

She stood there for a moment, reminding herself that everything that happened over the night was real; he was a real man who was really in her apartment just a moment ago, telling her sweet things and promising to see her again. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she went back to her room, grabbing her phone and immediately seeing a new text from a strange number.

Hope it’s okay that I’m already texting you, it read, a small smile building on Aria’s face. Just wanted to say I had a lot of fun. Can’t wait to see you again, x.

Aria giggled to herself as she sent a quick response, immediately opening the group chat with her friends that had been blowing up all day.

GUYS, she texted, the blue bubble immediately being answered by all of her friends. You are not going to believe the night I just had...

#5 seconds of summer #calum hood #calum hood fanfiction #calum hood blurb #5 seconds of summer blurb #blurbs.ch

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volantisand · 3 years

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this just in - MARIANA “ MARI ” REYES has been in wickway for ( MORE THAN, BY NOW ) A MONTH. apparently SHE is a DANCER AT DRIFTWOOD and a CIVILIAN or so HER passport says. so far it’s known that SHE favors JOE AND GO, and resides at WEST PORT. SHE is also said to be LOYAL & CLEVER, but also CALCULATING & GUARDED. at the end of the day, SHE can be described as RED STAINED LIPS, DELICATE HANDS WIPING BLOOD OFF OF DAGGERS AND MISCHIEVOUS SMIRKS FOLLOWING UNDERESTIMATION.

hello again, loves !!! i bring you all the devil reincarnated herself, my baby mariana <33 her pinterest can be found anywhere here !! but it’s kinda messy

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ▸

FULL NAME: MARIANA MERCEDES REYES

NICKNAME(S): MARI

NAME MEANING / PRONUNCIATION: MARIANA MEANING OF THE SEA OR BITTER. MERCEDES MEANING MERCIES. REYES MEANING KINGS. ( MA-REE-AH-NAH MER-SEH-DEHS RAY-YES )

AGE: TWENTY FIVE

DATE OF BIRTH: APRIL 18TH

RANK / TITLE: CIVILIAN, EX-LEADER OF OUTSIDE GANG FROM HER HOMETOWN

OCCUPATION: DANCER AT DRIFTWOOD

HAIR COLOR: DARK BROWN NEARLY BLACK

EYE COLOR: HAZEL

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 ▸

POSITIVE: ATTENTIVE, ARTICULATE, CLEVER, CULTURED, DETERMINED, DRIVEN, INSIGHTFUL, LOYAL, PASSIONATE, PERCEPTIVE, PERFECTIONISTIC, PERSONABLE, SCRUPULOUS, WHIMSICAL

NEGATIVE: BLUNT, DISTRUSTING, HOT HEADED, SOMETIMES IMPULSIVE, GUARDED, METICULOUS, SARCASTIC, STOIC, STUBBORN

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 ▸

FATHER: VICTOR REYES ( alive )

MOTHER: LUCIA REYES CASTILLO ( alive )

SIBLINGS: TWO OLDER BROTHERS, AN OLDER SISTER AND A YOUNGER SISTER

CHILDREN: NONE

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ▸

GANG(S): ANARCHY OF ROSEWICK ( formerly, it remains active ), CURRENTLY NOT AFFILIATED.

MARK: TATTOOED BIRD ON HER RIB CAGE, IT’S ACTUALLY SMALL BUT PIC ANYWHERE HERE and a few smaller little birds, much less detailed, surrounding it

POSITION / RANK: LEADER ( formerly )

WEAPON OF CHOICE: DAGGERS RARELY HAS A GUN.

YEARS AFFILIATED: EIGHT YEARS

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 / 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒 ▸

born and raised in a fictional town called rosewick, she’s one of my past muses that has been adapted to come into wickway <33

she was named after her paternal grandmother. and had a very good relationship with both of her parents. growing up, she was always very in touch with her hispanic culture, adoring everything about her roots and then some. she began dancing before she could even walk properly and fell in love with it instantly.

she’s also not very tall bc frankly, i’m not either so my muses suffer with me, 5′2 at best.. however, she wears heels nearly twenty four seven. unless, y’know at home, at the beach or... idk working out.

having been born on the 18th of april, she is an aries.

“ Fun, free-spirited, and fiercely independent, the Aries woman is a breath of fresh air – a brightly burning candle in human form. Fire is her element, igniting all that she touches with the living spark of life. The Aries personality is creative, passionate, energetic and – at times – domineering and short-tempered. A cardinal sign ruled by the planet Mars, the Ram is great at getting things going, initiating endeavors, and infusing her enthusiasm into everything she does ”

true to herself, and her zodiac sign, mariana is a vixen. a total coquette but dangerous. we’ll get there, though !! first... lil fun fact: dance was a major part of her life, she often won competitions with flying colors and excelled in every routine taught to her.

she was seventeen when she met jacob day, captain of the college’s baseball team. their star pitcher. and eventually, her boyfriend. he was older than her, two years. but he was sweet and romantic. at least, at first. jacob day would prove to be the absolute worst thing to ever happen to her.

a few months later, he’d become a junkie, paying other kids to take the athletic drug tests for him and eventually - he got abusive. she stuck around because he had never gotten physical, only verbal. and most days he was still the same boy she thought she’d fallen in love with. most days.

he was twenty the night he died and she was eighteen the night she killed him. he’d laid a hand on her a few weeks prior to that wretched night. they were at a party, not unlike high schoolers their age who think they’re grown when they’re absolutely not. they’d gone up to the second floor of the lake house so she could find a bathroom. he grew irritated with the young girl in the bathroom and laid hands on her once again. only this time, her temper got the best of her. he was drunk, rendered a bit slower and a lot taller than her. she was quick and agile and while she tells herself that she hadn’t meant for him to die. deep down, she knows that she did. he had laid lifeless in a pool of his own blood and she had stared, her own once pristine hands stained with the crimson of the very same blood.

she had acted fast after having realized he was very much dead and washed the blood off of her hands. moments later, she was calling her late uncle’s wife, her lawful aunt and the woman who had taken over the gang her uncle once led. she showed up a while later and the two left the lake house, leaving behind a spotless bathroom and absolutely no evidence of mariana’s crimes.

she took her under her wing, agreed to protect her under the promise of her joining the gang. mariana sat a few hours later, on eliana’s couch with a fresh small tattoo on her ribcage linking her to the gang.

it didn’t take long for the leader and her to actually get to know each other, having not had any solid relationship when her uncle was alive. one year later, eliana named mariana her second in command. of course, no one understood why on earth, a girl who had just barely turned nineteen could be given such a high power. not even mariana herself understood it.

two years later, she rose to the throne following eliana’s death. by then, she had been completely molded by the late leader and had been taught everything she could possibly need. and then some. mariana was trained in combat, gang ties, suppliers and how to keep them happy as well as game plans to ensure that anarchy remain at the top.

the gang loved her, she was an intelligent girl that had lost a lot at a young age. it toughened her up. and the suppliers loved her because... she was never late on a payment.

when mariana became the leader, she shifted blake dietrich’s position to second in command. it only seemed fair, he was her best friend. her partner in crime and the sole person she absolutely trusted with her life as well as secrets. though, they’ve known each other for a lot longer than before she made him her right hand man.

they kept the gang upright together. matter of fact, anarchy had never been better since they were in charge. she was young and pretty, looked anything but what she really was. it gave anarchy the upper hand because everyone else knew exactly who their leader was but did not believe it. she was hidden in plain sight without having to hide at all.

underestimation, often drove her to do better. those who dared to be verbal with their doubts, died. she, herself, was lethal and absolutely ruthless. her middle name, mercedes meaning mercies, was the most ironic thing to have ever happened. she finds it funny and throws it in the faces of others.

“ the only merciful thing about me is in my name. ”

she and blake have spent a few months maybe even a year, on the run, after having been walking on eggshells in rosewick. as powerful as a gang can be... it’s only as powerful as its weakest member. and because of a slip up on their end, blake and mariana were compromised. of course, she would rather die than snitch on her own kind - though had they snitched, they probably wouldn’t have had to leave their home. mariana packed her bags and even blake’s before grabbing him and all but dragging him out of rosewick.

they spent some time traveling around the states, living their best lives before mari mentioned the island and now... here they are.

though, with power like mariana’s and blake’s, they’ve fallen under the santoro gang’s radar. they’re being watched with interest, the main goal being that they join them.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ▸

honestly, anything !!

#misplaced.intro #reposting this for all the new babes <333 #hiii !!! and welcome

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imaginesmai · 5 years

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Alfie Solomons-Bad words and bad luck

Plot: Alfie and you have a bet going on; if he doesn’t say any bad words until night, you’ll let him do whatever he wants in bed.

Warnings: bad language (it’s Alfie, come on), fluff and a little bit of violence at the end.

A soft pillow rubbed against your cheek when you moved your head, warm blankets enveloping your body. The first rays of sun were filling your room and, behind you, Alfie’s nose nuzzled your neck. It was a winter morning; the window was frozen and your nose was cold from being outside the blankets all night. Sundays were your official day off, and you didn’t think about leaving that bed soon. Alfie didn’t have to work on the bakery, and your library was closed that day. It was perfect.

- Pet? -he asked, his voice rough and deep. You felt his arms drag you closer to his body.

- Yes darling?

- Can you, yeah, stay fuckin’ still, love? Cause I can’t fuckin’ sleep, right. -he grumbled, gripping you tighter.

- Do you think you can curse a little bit less? -you laughed softly and turned around, so you were looking at his perfect bearded face. -You punish your guys when they say bad words in front of me. Then, look at you, with your sailor mouth.

- That’s, love, that’s ‘ncalled, isn’t it? -he opened one eye. – Those lads don’t know how to fuckin’ behave in front of a, right, fine lady like you.

- And you do? -you teased, kissing his lips softly.

- If you keep wearin’ that attitude, pet. -he was fully awake by then. -I shud be puttin’ my mouth to ‘nother use, hm?

You laughed again, feeling happiness fill your chest. You had been in a relationship with the dangerous gangster for five years, and each day was like the first one. He found you after the war, in the streets like a stray dog. Your now ex-husband has throwed you out of your own house when he found out that you were not pregnant with his child; he wanted to be a father when he came back from the battle field and left to the war with that dream. That night, he roughed you up a bit and put you on the street with just a little suitcase.

What was supposed to be a nightmare, turned into a lucky strike after a month. Starved, lonely and scared, you were found by Alfie when he was going back home one night; and after a talk and a bath, he decided to keep you with him. Sure, he found your ex-husband and hang him from his insides from a tree; but apart from that, he was a calm and sweet man with you.

- I’m hungry, Alfie. -you complained, feeling your gangster’s hand traveling down your nightgown.

- Come on, pet, don’ be like that, right? -he said, face buried deep in your neck. -Lil old me ‘ere wants to fuck you good, don’ I?

- Let’s make a deal. -you got up from bed, readjusting your nightgown. -If you can spend all day without saying any bad word, tonight we’ll do as you please.

- Sure ‘bout that, love? -he let out a deep chuckle. -Cause I can, yeah, restrain mysel’, but I’m not sure, am I, that you’re gonna endure tonigh’.

- Who do you think I am, Mr Solomon’s? -you arched your brow. -You won’t even last to midday.

- Keep watchin’ me, love. -Alfie got up too and left the room to make breakfast. -I’m gonna be the fu- best, I mean, right, best da-, no, I’m gonna be the best gentleman!

The day turned out to be quite funny. At breakfast, Alfie was mostly quiet. You were not a talkative couple, as the gangster liked to communicate with grunts and scoffs, and sometimes his accent was so closed that you couldn’t even understand him; you were okay with that, as you preferred to be shown you’re loved that to be told. However, that day was not because of that. Each time Alfie opened his mouth, he had to stop himself before saying “fuck” or “damn”. And stopping midsentence made him more nervous if that was possible; so yeah, it was being hard for him not to say bad words. After lunch, you took Cyril out for a walk. It was cold, with clouds in the sky, and a few droplets of rain; and, of course, the dog didn’t want to go out.

- You kiddin’ me, dog? -he scoffed, running a hand through his beard, frustrated. -You see this, right, love? This fuc-dog, knows bout our deal, yeah. And is on your side. Knows whats ‘appening.

- Alfie, it’s cold! -you gave him his cane before he could ask about it. -Cyril knows nothing, just that he doesn’t want to get out. Don’t you?

Your little talk with the dog made Alfie scoff; why did you give attention to the dog and not to him? Cyril barked happily and licked your face, making you fall to your butt between laughs. Alfie had to pull his belt before he crushed your body with his, and without saying another word, he opened the door and left with Cyril.

Your walk was peaceful and calm; once the dog discovered puddles, he loved the decision of taking a walk while it was raining. Soon, and even if he was a little angry, Alfie’s arm found your shoulders and bought you closer to his warm body. You snuzzled you face against him and wrapped yourself around his waist. You talked to a few people, stopped in some showcases and Alfie paid a quick visit to the bakery. It was your free day, but you didn’t mind, as you knew that it was important for him. There, Ollie greeted him and told him that everything was going on just fine. He left you for a while to watch one of the machines, and, not wanting to be inside, you waited for him by the door.

One of Alfie’s man followed you outside, making sure you were safe. Cyril, who had been left alone tied to a post, barked happily when he saw you again. You were petting the big dog’s head when Alfie and Ollie came back.

- We’re don’, love. -he smiled and took the dog’s belt. -Keep an eye on those lads, will you, Ollie?

- Of course, sir. -the boy replied. -Have a good-

- Ollie. -you called him again sweetly. -Did Alfie say any bad words?

- Wh-what?

- You don’t ‘ave to say anything, right, boy. -he warned him. -Pet, you weren’t with me, yeah. So, it doesn’ count.

- But it does! The deal was not bad words in all day. Ollie? -you asked again.

- I…- the boy could feel the threatening stare of his boss. -I’m sorry miss Y/N, I can’t really remember.

The boy ran away quickly, shutting the door with force and making Cyril bark at it looking for danger. Alfie laughed and put you under his arm again, making you pout.

- That’s not fair! He’s too afraid of you to say the truth.

- Love, lad’s fuc- just loyal, isn’t it? -he kissed the top of your head. -You’ll, yeah, ‘ave to believe me.

- I bet you said more swearwords down there that actual words. -you scoffed. -You’re-

- Yeah, a liar, love. I know. -before you could talk again, he beat you to it. -Can you beliv’ there is a fuc- a fun fair in town?

- A fair? -you frowned. -Where? And who told you that?

- Ollie’s cousin, yeah, he has had a little’ un. So, I asked ‘im and he told me little thin’ was at the fair.

- Can we go? -your eyes lighted up, forgetting about your little argument. -Please, please, I’ve never been to one!

- What? -he turned to look at you. -You’ve never been to a fair, pet?

- As a child I couldn’t afford it. And well, before…

- I, right, I’m takin’ you today, ain’t I. -he interrupted you, smiling. -It’s gonna be the fu-best day for you, love, yeah.

Who was more excited about it, you didn’t know. It was hard for Alfie to keep his excitement away from bad words, but so far, he was doing well.

The town fair was huge. After letting Cyril free, he was a free dog who went and came as he wished so he could find the way home, you stepped inside it. There were a lot of people, and you found yourself gripping Alfie’s hand for dear life. He nearly punched a poor kid when he pushed you without meaning it and shouted to a woman who pulled you away from his grip. Your first stop was a little roller coaster where you forced Alfie to ride with you. Then, you watched a magic show; the best part was that it ended quickly, and Alfie sarcastic comments started. After that, Alfie bought you cotton candy, and you sat in a bench eating it and laughing.

- An’ he fainted, right. -Alfie told you. -My ol’ man ate, right, so much cotton candy, that he fainted, love. Right in front of my face, ain’t he.

- And you left him there? -your stomach was hurting from laughing so hard.

- Couldn’ do anything, could I. -he smiled. -He was fuc- heavy, my ol’ folk was heavy, right pet.

- So, you can carry a bag full of rum, but you can’t help your dad?

- You saying I’m a bad, yeah, a bad son? -he smiled and leaned forward. -Take care, yeah, pet, cause I migh’ be a bad daddy tonigh’.

His lips found yours and you could taste the sweet candy in his mouth. It was really intoxicating, and your hands found his soft beard. You expected it to be sticky with sugar, but it was surprisingly soft, and you couldn’t help a soft moan leaving your lips. How you wished to feel those lips between your legs. With care of not lifting your dress, you sat in his lap; watching for any type of discomfort from his back to go away. Alfie only gripped you tightly and soon you were making out in a bench away from curious eyes. Your hands were tugging softly at his hair, and his smacked your ass suddenly. You parted lips for air once again, and when he leaned forward to catch them, you moved again, and he found instead your cheek.

- You’ll have to wait until tonight, “mate”. -you told him, giving him a sweet peck and getting up.

- You’re, yeah, you’re a bad girl, ain’t you? -he got up, too, adjusting his tight pants. -Fuc- Wait til tonigh’, love, cause you’re gonna wish you ‘aven’t done tha’, right.

- I’m so scared. -you mocked him. -Come on, Alfie. I’m not leaving the fair until you get me one prize.

And he did, more than one. He went without thinking to the shooting stall and left the man with his mouth hang open when he took out his own gun and knocked over all the tricked tins. You didn’t know if the man gave you the teddies because Alfie won or because he got scared. But you walked home with a teddy bigger than you while Alfie carried a little unicorn and a dolphin. It was already night time when you were getting too tired to carry the damn thing.

- Pet, you okay down there? -he asked. He had offered to carry the teddy, but you had refused; you were carrying it all the way, even if you couldn’t see where you were going.

- Yes. Of course, I got it. -after a while you added. -Where are we, by the way? How much until home?

- I see, yeah, totally got it, right pet. -he laughed. -Jut ‘bit more, yeah. I can see Cyril from ‘ere. Keeps guard like a good dog.

- I can’t wait to fucking feel my arms again.

- Wha’ was that, love? -Alfie’s laugh got louder, and you smiled at his true happiness. -You better watch, right, watch that mouth, don’t you?

- Alfie, I swear-

- No bad words, Y/N. Or I’ll ‘ave to punish you, right, pet? And, ‘ell, you ain’t gonna like it, yeah.

The little road to your home was made between laughs and jokes, and when you arrived Cyril nuzzled against your legs before going to the backyard. Alfie opened the door and you ran towards your bedroom to leave the big teddy on the bed, hearing Alfie’s laugh from behind you. Maybe you should have seen him before or felt that something wasn’t right when you were running up the stairs. The lights were off, and as your hands were busy, you didn’t turn them on. The last step of the stairs was the worst one, and you felt that your arms were going to fall off; so, you left the teddy in a chair and caught your breath, ready to take it again and go to your room.

Three things happened at the same time; the first one, you heard a shot fired downstairs, Cyril barking like crazy and Alfie calling your name desperate. Then, an enormous body appeared in front of you and pushed you back. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if you had been in the first floor, or down with your amazing boyfriend; but you were at the top of the stairs, and the last thing you remembered before hitting your head hard was another shot being fired.

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Alfie saw you running up the stairs like a mad woman, and he laughed loudly. He couldn’t remember a time where he was that happy, and each day was grateful for having your cheerful form with him. While you went to your shared room, he walked towards the main switch. Alfie turned the lights on and waited to feel the light in the living room; but it didn’t happen. Trying once again, he looked towards the light box and saw it open. Cyril low growl made him understand that he hadn’t let it open, and before the man behind him could blink, Alfie turned around and shot him between the eyes. His next reaction was to call out for you while Cyril barked and chased a smaller man, who ran away terrified of the dog.

Walking as fast as his leg let him, he arrived to the stairs in time to see the big man push you down. Life seemed to stop for Alfie, and all he could hear was your surprised gasp and his ragged breathing. He knew that his legs could not carry him fast enough to caught you, so he did the only thing he knew; he shot the man in the head before he could even think about hurting you again. A loud thud broke him out of his gaze, and he ran up a few stairs to break your fall. Not that it was really useful, as when he caught you, your wrist was bended in a strange angle and a huge gash covered your head.

- Love? Don’ fuckin’ do this to me, yeah, pet. -he shook you while he noticed neighbours calling at his door after hearing the shots. -This better be a damn joke, right? Cause, if something happen’ to you, I’m losing it, Y/N.

- Sir? -he heard a voice outside. -Sir, are you okay? We heard shots!

- Call a fuckin’ ambulance, you idiot! -he shouted back, feeling the tears filling his eyes. -Be useful and get som’ help!

Alfie kept cradling your body in his arms, trying to get the blood out of your beautiful face. It didn’t matter, more came out of the wound and he couldn’t keep your clean. Cyril was sitting at your feet, letting out sad whimpers and rubbing his head against your leg, waiting for you to pet it. When the doctor showed up, Alfie was a mess of cries and anger, and he could only show her one room where she could treat you. Another man came in, to help the doctor, and soon everything was the same except the puddle of blood and your absence.

While you were being treated, Alfie cleaned the floor and called Ollie; after a few minutes, some boys were in your house trying to figure out who hurt his boss’ girl, and others were looking around town for the guy who ran away. Ollie dragged the bodies away, and made it seem that no one died in there. They told the doctor that you had fallen down the stairs, and she was smart enough not to ask questions. She stitched you up and put a bandage around your wrist; then gave Alfie some pain meds and left. He sat with you in the bed, waiting for you to wake up.

- Boss? -Ollie asked from the door.

- Don’ have a ‘ome, boy?

- We’ve found the guy who ran away, sir. -Alfie looked at him but stayed quiet. -He’s at the bakery, being held down. We are waiting for your orders.

- Keep him there, right. Good tied down, get out a tooth or two, yeah. -his voice was low. -Goin’ to make ‘im regret he was born. Wait ‘til mornin’, boy.

- Goodnight, Mr Solomons. -after a while, he added. -I’m going to stay here the night, if you don’t mind. Just to make sure nothing else happen. Or if you need anything. If you want that, of course, boss.

- ‘key. -he whispered.

When the boy left, he smiled a little; Ollie was a good kid, and it felt good having someone caring about him. He stroked your head softly a few times, avoiding your wound, and laid with you in bed after taking off his clothes and yours. Your soft breath was hitting his neck, and your heartbeat was his proof that you were alive and that it was worthy waiting until next morning to kill that bastard. With your small body hugging his big one and a lot of bad words and threats running through his mind, he felt himself drifting off consciousness.

- You said fucking. -your soft voice woke him up, and he wasted no time in kissing all your face.

- Fuckin’ ‘ell, you gave me a lil scare back there, right. So, I’ll be damned, yeah, if I let you out of my sight anytime soon. -you kept laughing as his beard tickled you. -Anything hurts, pet?

- I’m fine, Alfie. -you smiled, and sat on his hips.

- Wha’ are you doin’? Don’ you know nothing? -Alfie complained, trying to get you off him. -Y/N, you’ve been pushed down the stairs, yeah, so take it fuckin’ easy.

- You lost the bet. -you raised a cocky brow. -I heard you, saying all those bad words.

- Are you joking, lov’? -he laughed. -Our stupid bet ain’t nothing compared to our problem. There was some lad in our house, right.

- Big bad gangster is scared now? -you laid with care on him and started leaving soft kisses on his neck.

- Lil ol’ me’s not scared, pet. I’m jus’ worrie- motherfucker, Y/N. -he moaned when you sucked a hickey under his ear.

- As you’ve lost, I’m in charge tonight. -before he could say something, you added. -And my brave and amazing gangster needs to rest, so let me pleasure you.

- Pet? -he smiled at you, pushing your hips against him.

- Yes, darling?

- You’re gonna be the death of me.

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Anonymous: Yo so idk how many request u have rn and I also don't wanna be like... annoying since I already requested two times but I just rlly can't get enough of ur writing so I'd like to request an Ateez reaction to ur bf/gf breaking up w/ u and ur all emotionally messed up and he (as ur bff (who maybe has a lil crushon u)) is kinda comforting u and eventually even confessing idk let ur creativity flow :) hope ur doing good, have a great day/night!!💝~💎

A/N: Yo so you’re not being annoying by requesting multiple times like what! How could you say such a thing? You’re my first anon (I would die for you) and I appreciate your very existence. I am beyond happy in knowing that you enjoy my writing, and I hope you continue to do so. So, without further ado, here is the reaction my love! 💓💓💓💓

Hongjoong

Your pained cries were the only sounds that disrupted the silence in the room. You clung onto Hongjoong like he was your lifeline, and you were close to dying. You felt like it, at least. The pain that has been inflicted on your heart just felt too overwhelming.

Hongjoong, on the other hand, was trying his hardest not to succumb to his anger. For the umpteenth time, your douchebag of a boyfriend - well, ex-boyfriend now thank God - hurt you once again. But, this time, Hongjoong was uncertain if you’d ever come back from this agony.

Your ex cheated on you. After everything you had put up with, the deception, the temper tantrums, the degrading, the possessiveness, the controlling egotistic remarks, he decided to cheat on you on your first anniversary! Unbelievable! Joong knew the guy was a tool but this just put the cherry on the top.

Joong tightened his hold on you, hoping that his embrace would keep you in one piece. He dreaded the moment he would let go and you would crumble like a fragile artifact.

Joong kissed the crown of your head then, hearing you now settle down to heartbreaking sniffles. “I know it hurts, sweetheart.” He sighed heavily. “If only you were mine. I would treat you the way you deserved. Like a goddess.” He said this in a whisper as he rested his chin on the top of your head. He didn’t wish to confess like this while you were so emotional, but he still felt like it should be stated.

You raised your head up the slightest, gently kissing the underside of Hongjoong’s jaw. “I know, Joong. I know.”

Seonghwa

“After everything I’ve done for that prick and he has the audacity to break up with me? The one who helped him get a job? The one who has been giving him money so he can buy food during his lunch breaks? The one who slaves over a hot stove to cook him lunch when he is tired of buying food?” With each jab thrown at the jerk who stormed off after breaking the relationship off, you tore off pieces of the tissue you had in your hands.

You chuckled humorlessly. “You know what? Good riddance!” You began to tear at the innocent tissue angrily. “I never needed him. I never did!” Your speed-tearing faltered, your shoulders dropped. “He wasn’t any real good for me anyway,” you whispered. Your bottom lip quivered. You finally realized that you shouldn’t have dealt with the mistreatment he was giving you as long as you did. You began to realize how foolishly invested you were in that awful relationship. You should’ve known better.

Seonghwa took hold of your chin, leading your eyes to meet his. His gaze was solemn with sparks of anger and disgust that could easily be assumed to be aimed at your slimeball of an ex-boyfriend.

Seonghwa caressed your cheek delicately as if you were prone to breaking under his touch. You probably were by the amount of emotions you were feeling inside. He then wiped away a tear that, unbeknownst to you, slid down your cheek.

“You know you don’t have to put on this false charade of you being unaffected by that douchebag, right? I know you’re hurting inside, y/n. That’s okay. I know you had deep love for him, even though he didn’t deserve one bit of it. But, you’re human, you’re allowed to love and, unfortunately, to feel pain and devastation. So, go ahead, cry. I won’t judge you. Not even a little bit.”

Like a dam that had collapsed from the strength of the water, your eyes polled with tears before they fell like paratroopers. You dived into Seonghwa’s chest, letting out all the heartache that enveloped your body in broken sobs.

Seonghwa didn’t hesitate to pull you closer to him, rubbing your back as you cried. He brushed your hair away from your face and, despite the situation, gazed lovingly at your face and the beauty you humbly held.

As he placed his cheek on the top of your head, rocking you back and forth, he sighed deeply. “When everything has settled down, I would love to dote on you and cherish you the way you deserve.” He chuckled. “I think we both know you earned it after that tragedy.”

You giggled, hiccuping immediately after, unknowingly pulling on your best friend's heartstrings. You tightened your hold on his waist before parting your lips to speak the words Seonghwa didn’t expect to hear in a million years.

“I would love that, SeongSeong.”

Yunho

“Y/n, please, let me in,” Yunho softly said, knocking on your bedroom door. Upon receiving no response, he cursed to himself. He just had to put his foot in his mouth when you needed him.

You called him an hour ago, stating that it was an emergency and you needed him yesterday. Yunho, worried for your well-being, hurriedly packed his duffle bag with clothes and essentials and ordered a Lyft in a matter of five minutes. He didn’t wanna risk keeping you waiting.

Once he got to your place, you two sat down in the living room, where you let out a long-winded rant about your childish ex-boyfriend and how he completely embarrassed you during last night’s date. He assumed you were flirting with the waiter when, in actuality, you were engaging in some playful banter. But, being the stubborn mule that he was, he reprimanded you loudly in front of the other customers. It caused you to be kicked out of the restaurant. You were in shambles, utterly mortified over the spectacle.

And it only worsened from there when you gave him the silent treatment. He started calling you a brat and, eventually, once you got to your apartment, he called you a female dog. That was your last straw with anyone, no matter who they were.

You ended up kicking him out, losing your sense and going ballistic on him. It was satisfying seeing him taken aback by your sudden change in character but, once he was gone, you felt empty. Deflated. You didn’t understand what you did to deserve such mistreatment.

Yunho didn’t help the situation as he snarkily stated, “Well, I told you he was no good for you. But, with your head so far up his behind, I’m not surprised that you didn’t heed my warnings.”

Yeah, like that was what you needed in a time that you wished to be consoled. So, as you tried to keep the hurt and tears out of Yunho’s sight, you hurried for your bedroom. Yunho, quickly realizing his poor timing in wanting to say “I told you so,” raced to catch up with you. But, you were a second quicker as you almost had him kiss wood.

Twenty minutes have passed, leaving you to grow needier for some human contact, and Yunho to dwell in self-loathe. The silence was sometimes disrupted either by Yunho’s deep, sad sighs or your solemn sniffles. Your eyes were dry of any tears. You were back to feeling empty all over again.

“Y/n,” Yunho called, prompting you to look toward the door. “You know why I act like this? I know it isn’t right, nor is it excusable, but, the reason why I responded the way I did earlier was because...I love you. No, scratch that. I’m in love with you. Muffin, I have fallen for you. Your melodic laugh, your gentle tone of voice that could lull a puppy to sleep, your wise eyes, your down-to-earth mindset. I mean, there truly isn’t a thing that isn’t to fall in love with.

Sweets, I’ve always wanted it to be me you’d end up with. But, until now, I’ve been hiding away my feelings like a dog does its tail when scared. I just didn’t wanna risk ruining our friendship. But now I say screw it. Because there is no way in Hell that we could break up. You are the puzzle piece that I need. We connect mentally and emotionally. What I’m trying to say is...is that...” He groaned, fishing for the right words. “What I am saying is that I want to be the man who-”

You pulled the door opened, immediately meeting the adorable brown eyes of the tall prince. You two stared at each other for a while. But, then, the corners of your mouth slowly lifted into a smile. Yunho slowly exhaled, having had held his breath.

You grabbed hold of Yunho’s hand, keeping eye contact the entire time. You lifted his large hand to your cheek, snuggling into the warmth it retained. Yunho could feel himself becoming putty.

“You’re the puzzle piece that I need too, Yunie.” You gazed up at him, showing him acceptance and love that he has been dying to see for the longest.

He felt like he had finally found the hidden oasis to your heart.

“I swear to treat you like the queen you are, muffin.”

Yeosang

“So, I seriously can’t go to his house and egg it?”

You responded first with countless sniffles, trying very hard to reel in your emotions. You dabbed your eyes with a tissue as you spared your best friend a sideways look. “No, Sangie. You can’t egg his house. You could get arrested.”

“But he hurt you.”

“And you think the best way to get back at him is to egg his house? He could just clean that crap off.” You sat back into the couch cushions then, fiddling with the tissue. “No scars are gonna remain.”

Tears quickly welled up in your eyes, causing you to turn away and stifle any whimpers that tried to escape your chapped lips. Yeosang watched you with pity, careful not to let you see it on his face. He knew the minute you do you’ll feel even more pathetic than you already did. You always hated getting doted on or receiving sympathy from others. It eventually led you to shut out your vulnerability, leaving it for the times you are by yourself, sobbing in the confinements of your solidarity.

Yeosang, mustering up as much confidence as he could, grabbed hold of your shoulder and forced you to turn around to face him. You kept your face down, refusing to let Yeosang see you in such a miserable state. But Yeosang didn’t care one bit. He was happy in knowing that you felt comfortable in allowing him see you with your emotions on display, with your heart on your sleeve. He wanted nothing more than to tend to you and your beaten heart.

With a tight grip on his nerve, Yeosang took hold of your face, cupping it in his hands tenderly as if you were a porcelain doll. He rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks, hoping that you could feel his love for you through his soft touches.

“Y/n,” he began before wetting his lips. He took a deep breath in, his nervousness bucking within him like a raging bull. “Darling, you’re so special to me. More than you can ever know. And, as cliche as it may sound, it physically hurts me when you date these boys who don’t respect you. They don’t see the halo that envelops your body. They’re blind to it. Because you are an absolute angel and deserve nothing less than the love and tenderness that you deserve in your life. Y/n, you deserve the world! And...I want to provide it to you. I know it’s probably in poor taste to confess my feelings to you at this sad point in your life but I just felt like I was-”

He was cut off by the feel of your plush lips against his. His eyes were the sizes of soccer balls as he tried to fathom the turn in events. But, the glorious feel of your lips molding into his had his eyes flutter shut. In no time did he recapture your cheeks in his hands. He pulled you in closer, relishing in the blissfulness of finally kissing you. Embracing you to the full extent that he wanted to. He was gonna show you that you were a queen that needed to be worshipped. He was going to cherish you.

San

Quiet sobs and heart-wrenching whimpers were the only sounds that disrupted the silence in your bedroom. You clutched onto San tightly, prompting him to pull you in closer as well. The pain in your heart was overpowering, weighing down on you like cement blocks. The only way to keep you from crumbling under the extreme weight was by holding onto San, who has been nothing but comforting and a great support system.

A couple of minutes passed before your cries ceased. Now, you were just laying on San, thinking of nothing as your face dried from the salty tears that stained your face. San, still being as quiet as a mouse, never stopped rubbing your back. Rising and falling along with his chest as he breathed caused you to fall under the impression that you were on a boat, bobbing along to the calm waves of the ocean. It was a lovely reminder that you were not alone in this awful moment in your life.

You rose up then, causing San to drop his arms from around you and fiddle with the hem of your (his) sweatshirt. He peered at you expectantly, his eyes soft like a puppy’s. You couldn’t help but admire him for a few heartbeats. His face was serene with the slightest hint of sadness. Sadness toward you, of course, his one and only.

He reached his hand out then, lightly touching your face as if not to startle you with the contact. You dipped your face deeper into the palm of his hand, happily welcoming his touch. San smiled then, a gentle one that had yet to be adorned by his dimples.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, San spoke, but quietly as to not harm the silence. “Listen, Y/n... You might not want to hear this right now but, I need to say this or else I will continue to have this restless ache in my heart that I know will kill me one day.

“Princess, you are a gem. You are a precious part of my life that I cherish with every fiber in my body. I hate seeing you frown. Your cries inflict so much pain within me. Baby, you’re a flower. He was weed killer. He was diminishing your light and that was the most sinful thing he could have ever done to you.

“Again, you might not want to hear this but, I love you. I’m in love with you, to be frank. I don’t want to ever see sadness take over your beautiful face. If I ever were to be the cause, I would fall to my knees and repent. And you know why? Because you matter to me. Without you," he sighed heavily, "I don’t think my days would be as bright as they are when you are with me.”

Tears poured over your waterline. But, this time, it wasn’t due to how melancholy you were feeling. No man has ever conveyed such poetic words like San just did. No one went out of their way to say such sweet words to you with as much sincerity and love as San did. His eyes, observing you carefully, were gleaming with hope for your answer and adoration that genuinely displayed his feelings for you.

Without saying a word, you let your actions do the talking. You leaned down and wrapped your arms around his neck. Instinctively, San engulfed you with his strong arms, pulling you so close that he could’ve fused your bodies together.

You then placed a soft kiss on his cheek, letting your lips linger on his smooth skin for a few seconds before snuggling into his safe embrace. This is where you belonged. At this moment, you flourished, and thus you wished you could freeze time. You were finally back to being a full-grown flower, no longer wilted, as you had San, your water, soil, and sunlight.

Mingi

Thirty minutes ago, you texted Mingi to come to you two’s favorite spot immediately. And the moment you texted “I need you,” Mingi’s confusion disappeared like smoke as he dashed for the closest hoodie and practically ran out of the dorm.

Now, as you two softly swung back and forth in your chosen swing, you two were embraced by a pregnant silence. It calmed you more ways than one. It seemed to coddle you, providing you some peace that you dearly needed. The fight you and your ex had was explosive, and it didn’t help that you saw a naked broad exit the bathroom, asking in her child-like voice where the shampoo was. To think that you were gonna be the pushing force for him to change his player ways. All your friends warned you and told you that you were putting your heart in the battlefield. Your poor, innocent heart.

Mingi glanced at you nervously, unnerved by your cold expression and hard gaze. Upon his arrival, you merely whispered a “hi” before having him sit with you in this annoying silence. Whispers turned to shouts as they demanded Mingi to say something, anything in order to snap you back into reality. He was afraid you were too deep in your thoughts. He knew you did that a lot when you were bothered by something. But, usually, when you felt hurt, you would confide in Mingi the minute you two saw each other. It was almost like an instinct more than it was a habit.

Mingi, finally gathering some courage, cleared his throat awkwardly. You didn’t even blink. That was when he knew you were in too deep at that moment.

Swiftly, Mingi made his way over to you, standing in front of you. But, you were still unfazed by him. He then seized your face, jerking your head up so you may be looking into his gentle gaze. You blinked then, your eyes widening the slightest at how close you two’s faces were.

Mingi brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes scanning your entire face. Whatever he was preparing to say flushed down his throat like a toilet. He gulped, unintentionally pushing the words further down his throat. He had to clear his throat a few times to prevent himself from choking.

His irises scurried over your face hurriedly, as if they were trying to indulge themselves in your quiet beauty without looking too greedy but also not too stingy.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, talking more to himself than you. “How could someone be dumb enough to mistreat you as if you were some ordinary rock? You’re a freaking diamond, for God’s sake! How does one not know the difference?" He scoffed. "Oh, I know, someone who doesn’t understand true value. But I do and your value goes above and beyond. Because you are worthy and I feel like a peasant as I dream of being with you. Appreciating you. Loving you.” He shook his head slowly, closing his eyes for a moment, and inhaling deeply.

He opened his eyes. Immediately, they refocused on you like a Polaroid. He blanched then, realizing that his rambling was not in the privacy of his mind.

You, on the other hand, had a rosy hue inhabit your face. Your hands were trembling. What your best friend accidentally conveyed to you was your emotional undoing. Your eyes became glassy as you maintained eye contact.

Mingi nibbled his pillowy bottom lip, dreading your reaction to his confession. You just got out of a relationship and he decides now to confess to you? Freaking fantastic!

You inhaled a shaky breath, hesitating on what to say to the beautiful man before you. You slowly swiped your tongue over your lips, parting them the slightest. “Can you help me see my worth?”

Mingi froze, staring deep into your eyes. Your eyes were glossy with vulnerability, an emotion that caused Mingi’s heart to crack. Your eyes held longing but also timidness. The man had to resist the urge to pull you into his chest.

Instead, Mingi bent down and pressed his forehead against yours. Before he fully settled into the position, though, he quickly lifted his head and placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. He then put his forehead back on yours, sighing fondly.

“I would be honored to show you, gorgeous.”

Wooyoung

You heard a knock at your door, prompting you to hurry to open it. The minute you whipped it open, revealing the silver-haired young man, you broke out in loud sobs.

“Yah!” Shocked, Wooyoung slammed the door behind him unintentionally hard and yanked you into his chest. He didn’t mean to be so aggressive but, the last thing he expected from your abrupt text was to see you in such an emotional state. You were never a crier. You only ever cried if you were angry or stressed. Thus, Wooyoung’s stress levels were boiling over.

Wooyoung rocked you two back and forth as he tightly embraced you. Your sobs were now muffled but your body shook from each hard cry that escaped your throat. Feeling you shake so violently had Wooyoung’s grip on you tighten even more. You were never the one to have this big of a breakdown. He was getting more and more worried about your mental health as the minutes ticked by. You had a part-time job, lived on your own, had rigorous studies to accomplish at your university, and you had a buffoon of a boyfriend who was inconsiderate and unbelievably rude when things didn’t go his way.

“He broke up with me,” you said in a shaky voice. Your cries calmed down finally, but the condition of your heart was unknown.

Wooyoung abruptly pulled you away from him, his eyes wide like saucers. There was a fire in his stare.

He took hold of your face tenderly as if you were a day-old puppy. His gaze was soft as he scanned your face, but a flame would flicker alive every now and then as he wiped the tears off your lovely cheeks. He felt the vein in his neck throb. He wanted to punch something. Well, preferably, someone, and that someone was your pocket-brained ex-boyfriend.

Wooyoung was snapped out of his angry thoughts when he felt your hand pat his chest. His eyes refocused on you, resuming eye contact.

“Breathe, WooWoo,” you said, a small smile adorning your face.

Just that smile alone gave him a smidge of hope that you would be okay. You needed to be okay. The thought of you being shattered from this breakup and becoming unrepairable destroyed him inside. You were his treasure, and he needed you with him on his journey through life.

Without thinking, Wooyoung leaned in and pressed his plush lips against yours. He suppressed a groan as he could finally feel the softness of your lips. It was thrilling. Like he was eating a forbidden fruit. And then he almost melted onto the floor when he soon felt your lips follow in sync with his, molding perfectly like puzzle pieces that have been united.

Suddenly, you pulled away. Fear, shock, and confusion shown in your eyes as your face remained as calm and collected as possible. You both were breathing unevenly as you watched each other closely. The silence was deafening.

You were the first to break the silence after a while. “Woo... What was that?” you asked slowly, still in a haze.

Wooyoung licked his lips, trying to quickly get a hold of his thoughts. He felt drunk off the long-awaited kiss. “I-I d-don’t know... I-I wasn’t thinking.” He groaned in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. The layers of thick hair moved beautifully, like soft sand on a beach.

Silence fell over the both of you like an itchy wool blanket. You both felt jittery, hyper-sensitive, and utterly uncomfortable.

Finally, Wooyoung blessed you both with a break from the silence. “You know what? I know why I did it. You wanna know why? I’ll tell you! Because I freaking love you that it should be considered illegal!” he exclaimed.

You blinked slowly, processing everything sluggishly as if you were a outdated laptop.

Wooyoung continued, pacing. “God, Treasure! You are too good for this cruel world. I just wanna stuff you in my pocket and protect you from all things evil! But I know that you can handle yourself with no problem, which makes me wanna love you even more! You just don’t understand how much my heart yearns for you, y/n. Your beauty, your humbleness, your intelligence, your cute beauty marks that seem to be scattered over your entire body, and your adorable nose crinkle when I bop your nose is just the thing I need to see to decompress. All of those things cause me to have nothing but undying love for you and I want nothing more than to express that to you and appreciate your existence!” He took a deep breath, pausing from creating a strip in your floorboards. He knew he just spilled everything he felt for you in an angry-sounding rant (the complete opposite of what he had in mind when he would be presented the opportunity to finally confess) but he felt like he was getting closer to combusting the more he kept his feelings under wraps. He felt like he was unraveling.

You soaked everything in like a submerged sponge. You felt as though Wooyoung had some type of crush on you over the years but you grew denial. As handsome as Wooyoung was there was no way that he would like you. You were decent compared to him.

An unknown force got the better of you, pushing you closer to Wooyoung until your lips met his. Wooyoung stiffened for a second before relaxing his body and moving his plush lips against yours, coating them with the love he retained toward you like a salve.

You two separated after a while, taking in deep breaths. You two gazed into each other's eyes the moment you opened them, taking in each other in a new light.

“Be mine, please, Treasure,” Wooyoung said, a strong plea in his hushed tone.

You smiled at the nickname, peering deep into his eyes, knowing good and darn well that no one could ever make you safe from mere eye contact like this man standing before you. You knew your answer before you even conveyed it.

“Give me time and I will.”

Jongho

“Are you sure I can’t break his legs off like an apple?”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance toward the repetitive question. But, despite the fact, you had a little smile on your face. “No, JongJong. You cannot break his legs off like an apple.”

Jongho huffed. “But why not?” he whined.

You fought back a laugh at his childish action. “Because then you would go to jail for assault and I don’t want that. Who would comfort me and remind me of my worth when you’re away?” You said the question quietly, blushing against your will.

Upon your inquiry, Jongho also blushed. He tore his eyes away from your lowered face and looked elsewhere, clearing his throat. He didn’t want to have an awkward ambiance between you two so he decided to speak. “Well, I guess that is a pretty good reason not to risk being locked up. But I’m not happy about letting that kid walk around unbruised.”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to deal with it then, huh?” You looked up at your best friend then; your glassy eyes sucker punched Jongho right in his heart.

Jongho licked his lips slowly, carefully contemplating on his next move. You watched him innocently, your mind forcefully made blank for your heart’s sake. You solely wanted to focus on this moment and this moment in life only.

Jongho reached his arm out slowly, hesitating briefly, before laying his hand on the top of your head and then sliding it down, stroking your hair. His actions were comforting to a tenfold. You smiled at the boy, grateful to have him by your side.

“You know I love you, right? More than anything in the world?” he asked, softly. Then he thought for a second before adding quickly, “Well, along with my family, of course.”

You chuckled, looking down momentarily before reconnecting your eyes with his. “Yes, I know.” Your voice was just as soft.

Jongho ran his tongue over his lips a couple of times, almost provoking you to ask him if he needed some chapstick. But, you knew he was only doing that because he was nervous. What you didn’t know was the cause of his nervousness.

He quickly flickered his eyes between your lips and your eyes before seeming to finally decide what he was gonna do. Thus, he leaned in close, causing your breaths to become quite shallow. Your chest felt constricted. The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight up.

For a moment, Jongho stayed there, his lips barely brushing against yours. It was as if he was inhaling your scent, grasping your existence. Finally, he decided to do something better, by kissing your forehead instead. Your breathing stuttered slightly, causing Jongho to smirk. Your reaction gave him hope.

He leaned back, carefully analyzing your face. You provided him nothing as you kept your expression serene.

Moments ticked on like that as you two remained staring at each other. But it was unnerving as you two seemed to be gaining new perspectives of each other. It was a perspective that revolved around an uncharted territory that neither of you could predict the outcomes for entering it.

You finally woke your voice up and spoke. “Why...why did you kiss my forehead?”

Jongho took a deep breath before speaking. “Well, firstly, I don’t think a kiss on the lips would be appropriate due to the state that you’re in right now. And then, secondly, is because I still wanted to express the amount of love I have for your cute self. Also to promise you that I will forever care for you like the precious human being that you are.” He smiled shyly then after conveying such strong words.

You inhaled deeply, your eyes watering quicker than soil that’s been rained on. Jongho, concerned that he might have done something wrong, cupped your face gently as he looked deep in your eyes.

“Crap! I’m sorry, y/n.” He threw back his head and groaned loudly. “The last thing I wanted to do was give you more feelings to deal with. Now, look at you. Jeez! What a great friend I am-”

You cut him off, sealing his words off with your lips pressed against his. Jongho yelped out of surprise but instantly melted into you. He let out a sigh as you two’s lips moved together like calm waves of an ocean, fully indulged in the beautiful sensation of your lips on his. No amount of dreams could compare to the real thing.

Eventually, you two separated, your eyes gleaming with adoration and child-like hope for the next step in you two’s lives. Together.

No further words were said as you two embraced each other, content like no other.

A/N: Yay! I’m finally done with this! 🎉🎉 I would have been done with this one sooner but, for some strange reason, I couldn’t complete it on my phone and had to wait to get on my computer. Thanks Tumblr for making my life difficult for NO REASON! Anyway, at the end of the day, I am done and I am hopeful that you enjoyed it my dear 💓

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bentaylorrogerhardy · 5 years

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Lily of the Valley - Part 9

Joe Mazzello! x Reader!

Summary: Being a young, single mom that worked full-time was hard. When you weren’t working, you were taking care of your five year old daughter, Lily. You had given up on dating after many failed attempts. That was until after a rough day of dealing with your ex boyfriend, your best friend introduced you to Joe.

Word count: 2366

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!

A/N: This was my first attempt at writing smut, sorry if it sucks. ENJOY! Leave me some feedback if you liked it. Reblog/comment/like/send me an ask or DM. Anything!

“Date night, huh?” Jana asked, leaning against the counter of the nurses station.

“Yes, so would you be willing to keep Lily for the night?” you asked. It had been a while since you and Joe had gone out, just the two of you, so you decided tonight would be a good night for that. It was a Friday night, so Lily didn’t have school the following day, and neither did you or Jana.

“Of course,” Jana replied, “David and I would love to spend some quality time with her.”

“I know she’ll be excited,” you smiled, “thanks. I feel like it’s been so long since we could have a night on our own.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Kristen asked, walking behind the counter, “dinner? Movie?”

“I think we’re just getting some take out and watching a movie at his house,” you said, “nothing too fancy.”

It was finally the end of the work day, so you finished up your reports and headed to your car to leave to pick up Lily from school.

“How was school?” you asked her when she got in.

“Good,” she answered, “I colored a lot.”

“That’s fun,” you smiled, “hey, Aunt Jana and Uncle David are gonna watch you tonight, okay?”

“Why?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Joey and I are going to have some adult time,” you said. You looked at her through the rearview mirror and caught her rolling her eyes, “what’s that for?”

“Sounds booooring, mom,” she said, then perking up, “but, I’m excited to see Aunt Jana again!”

“What about Uncle David?” you laughed, parking the car when you arrived at your apartment.

“Him, too, but Aunt Jana can paint my nails,” she said. The two of you got out of the car and headed inside.

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“Thanks again for watching her,” you said to Jana when she opened the door and Lily ran inside.

“We’ll have so much fun,” she answered, “right, Lils?”

“Right!” Lily yelled from the other room.

“Have fun, be safe, wrap it before you tap it,” Jana said, causing a laugh to emit from your lips.

“We haven’t had sex yet,” you laughed, “I haven’t had it since I was still with Chad.”

“Well, what’s the hold up?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip.

“I’m nervous,” you said, “what if I forgot how?”

“Oh, PLEASE!” she said, rolling her eyes, “you...don’t forget how, (Y/N).”

“Well, I don’t know!” you laughed, “okay, I’m leaving. Bye, Lily!”

“Bye!” She yelled, then came running over to you and gave you a hug, “I love you!”

“I love you, too,” you smiled, leaning down and kissing her head, “be good, okay?”

“I always am,” she giggled, then ran back to the living room.

“Have fuuuuun,” Jana smirked, causing you to laugh as you walked back to your car, then headed to Joe’s.

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A short while later, you arrived at Joe’s house. You parked the car and headed up to the door, gently knocking when you reached it. Not too long after, Joe opened the door, greeting you with a huge smile across his face.

“Hello, my love,” he said, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“Hi,” you smiled against him, returning the hug then leaning up and kissing him, “I missed you.”

“Missed you more,” he smiled, pressing another kiss to your lips, then pulling you inside.

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked, setting your purse down by the door, then following Joe to the living room and taking a seat on the couch.

“Well,” he started, sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around the back of the couch, “I was thinking getting some chinese food delivered to us so we don’t have to go anywhere. Then, putting a movie on while we eat.”

“Your movie?” you asked. After three months of dating, Joe still hadn’t shown you Undrafted, and you were eager to see it. He always talked about it with such pride and you thought it was the cutest thing.

“If you want to,” he shrugged, smiling. You nodded eagerly, causing him to chuckle.

“Of course I do,” you smiled, laying your head against him, “gotta support my boyfriend.”

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You borrowed a pair of Joe’s sweatpants and changed into them as he placed the food delivery order. While he was ordering it, you sat back down on the couch and pulled a blanket over your lap, waiting for him to finish.

“Okay,” he said, walking back into the living room, “food’s ordered. Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Great,” you smiled, then patted the spot next to you, “come snuggle.” He took the spot next to you and you laid against him, with him lazily tracing your arm up and down. About a half hour later, the food had arrived. Joe got up and answered the door, then carried in the bags of to-go containers as the aroma of lo mein and chicken fried rice filled the air. He set the bags on the coffee table, then went to put the movie on. You sorted through the bags and divided up the food, grabbing the chopsticks and starting to eat. The movie started and Joe came and sat back down next to you, taking his chopsticks and started eating.

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“Why is he so angry all the time?” you asked, laughing at Joe’s character, Pat Murray. The two of you had eaten every single bite of the food, and the coffee table was covered in the empty to-go containers, and you were both now snuggled up on the couch under a blanket and watching the movie.

“Just is,” he chuckled, tracing your arm up and down just as he was doing earlier.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” you said, bringing your hand up to play with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“You think so?” he smiled. You nodded in response and laid your head against him, causing him to immediately kiss the top of your head.

The movie came to an end, and a few stray tears rolled down your cheek. Joe noticed and immediately wiped them away.

“Why are you crying, my love?” he asked, letting his hand rest on your cheek.

“‘Cause it was really good,” you laughed, wiping another tear away with your other hand, “I’m really proud of you.”

“That means the world to me coming from you,” he said, then kissed you passionately.

“I love you,” you breathed out, pressing your forehead against his.

“Love you more,” he said, then pulled back, letting his hand rest on your thigh, “hey! Let’s read our fortune cookies now.”

“Good idea,” you smiled, then reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing the two cookies, handing one to Joe. He opened his, popping the cookie into his mouth and taking the fortune in his hands.

“What does it say?” you asked, curious to know the answer.

“The love of your life will appear in front of you unexpectedly,” he read, a small smile spreading across his face, then looking over at you, “don’t know about unexpectedly, but here you are.”

“You’re sweet,” you said, returning the smile and placing a kiss to his cheek.

“What about yours?” he asked, finishing up the cookie, and setting the fortune down on the table. You ripped open the wrapper and broke the cookie, setting it aside and taking the fortune out. You scanned the small slip of paper and let out a small laugh.

“You will soon get unexpected kisses in unexpected places,” you read, raising an eyebrow and looking over at him, “is that so?”

“Depends,” he shrugs, moving closer to you, “would you want unexpected kisses in unexpected places?”

A chill ran up your spine as the words came out of his mouth. The closer his face got to yours, the more focused you got on his lips. A hand went up to his hair and an audible gulp escaped your throat.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, staring intently at his lips, biting your bottom one. You laid back on the couch, with Joe hovering over you, steadying himself with his arms on either side of your side. In an instant, your lips were connected once again, your hands running through his hair as one of his found its way under your shirt. You shivered at the contact; his cold hand against your warm bare, growing hotter by the second. His lips made their way down, first to your jaw, then slowly to your neck, where they reached the spot right above your collarbone, causing a whimper to emit from your lips.

“C’mon,” Joe practically growled, his lips disconnecting from the spot as he stood up, picking you up with him, “bedroom.”

You held onto him, wrapping your legs around his torso, leaving little love bites all over his neck. He carried you all the way to his room, gently tossing you onto the bed. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you once again. You held onto the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, taking it off and throwing it to the ground.

“Don’t need these,” he said, holding onto the waistband of the sweatpants you had borrowed and tugging at them. You lifted your hips slightly and he pulled them off with ease, throwing them to the ground where his shirt now resided. He pulled your shirt off of you, throwing it to the floor as well, leaving you in just a bra and panties.

“So beautiful,” he breathed out, attaching his lips to your neck once more, slowly making his way down to your breasts. He managed to get your bra off, with a little help from you, and peppered the area with kisses and love bites, before doing the same to your torso, then pulling your panties down to your ankles. You quickly kicked them off as he slid his sweatpants, leaving him in just his boxers, his hard member clearly visible.

“So wet already, huh?” he questioned, running a finger along your folds. You moaned quietly, bucking your hips a little bit. Joe smirked, pleased with the fact that you were turning into putty at his touch. His hand went up to your clit, and started rubbing in circles slowly.

“Oh my god, Joe,” you moaned out, pleasure overwhelming from his touch. His speed increased just a touch, as he inserted a finger to your entrance, another moan escaping your lips as he pumped it in and out with one hand, while his other hand continued rubbing your clit.

“Joe,” you moaned out again, gripping onto his forearm, slightly arching your back and bucking your hips.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl,” he growled, adding another digit and increasing speed.

“You,” you moaned out, “I want you. Please.”

He smirked again, removing his fingers then leaning down and giving you a rough, but passionate, kiss.

“Off,” you whined, tugging his boxers down and pushing them to his ankles, his hard member springing free.

“Eager, are we?” he chuckled, kicking the boxers off, then reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing a condom, opening it and sliding it on. When the condom was on, he lined himself up at your entrance, then kissed you once again, a hand resting on your cheek.

“You want to do this?” he asked quietly, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I really do.”

He slowly pushed himself inside of you, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure, the both of you moaning. He began to thrust, slowly increasing the speed, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to push him in farther. Nails scratching up and down his back, you were overcome with immense pleasure as he hit your sweet spot, over and over. You both were moaning messes, pressing your forehead against his as he sweetly and gently kissed you as his speed increased.

“Does it feel good, baby girl?” he breathed out into your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin, “do I make you feel good?”

“Yes, yes,” you managed to moan out, gripping his shoulders. You could feel your orgasm drawing closer as Joe thrusted into you faster and harder.

“Let’s cum together, okay?” he growled, then moved one of his hands back to your clit and rubbed vigorously in circles, causing you to moan loudly, “c’mon, baby girl.”

“Oh my god, Joe,” you moaned, throwing your head back and arching your back.

“Cum for me,” he said, continuing to rub your clit and thrust into you, “oh, god, (Y/N). You feel so good.”

A few seconds later, the room was filled with the sound of your mixed moaning as you both reached climax, Joe collapsing on top of you, lazily kissing your face as the two of you tried to catch your breath. When you came down from your highs, he rolled over to lay next to you, taking the cum filled condom off and tossing it into the trash can that was next to his bed. You lay there breathless, moving to lay on his chest, your sweaty bodies making contact. He traced a finger up and down your back and pressed sweet kisses to the top of your head.

“That was incredible,” you said, finally catching your breath, “holy shit.”

“It was,” he said. You looked up at him and kissed him, then returned to laying back down on him, toying with his fingers of his other hand.

“Gonna be hard to explain all these marks,” you laughed, referring to all the love bites the two of you left on each other.

“Oh well,” he chuckled, then sighed, “I love you, baby.”

“I love you,” you said, sighing in contentment, then yawning, “I’m sleepy.”

“I wore you out, huh?” he smirked, then laughed. You playfully smacked his chest, then snuggled into him closer.

“Hush,” you laughed, pulling the blanket over you two and shutting your eyes, “goodnight, lovey.”

“Goodnight, my love,” he said, moving a hand up to your hair and playing with it as you drifted off to sleep after an incredible evening.

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tiggys-bitch · 6 years

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Chapter Fourteen - The Beautiful Mess

sorry we didn’t post this last night, but here we are finally! @papa-chibs

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Babydoll and Lassie.

Three days had passed since Chibs was reuinited with his family and things were changing pretty quickly. The Scottish male had gotten back together with his estranged wife Fiona and was giving their marriage another go since there was nothing standing in the way anymore. Fiona and Kerrianne were crashing at Chibs' house as they planned on staying in Charming for a couple weeks or so. Chibs felt awful and guilty for breaking off his 'thing' with Rissa and instantly getting into a relationship with his wife. He knew she deserved so much better than that, than him... Maybe it was for the best?

Roxxie's love life had also taken a new turn recently. After having sex with Tig the other night, the pair of them could hardly keep their hands off of each other! But they made sure to do it discreetly since it was only just sex and it wasn't like they were in a relationship. Roxxie was annoyed at herself for being so interested in the crazy and sleazy biker. But man, he knew how to please her. Besides, they were only having some fun. It wasn't a big deal... When Roxxie and Tig were around people, they acted their normal argumentative and sarcastic selves, but when they were alone... Well they acted the same but with far much more sex and passion.

While her friend and ex lover's lives became fun and exciting, Rissa life was a big stupid mess. Fiona and Kerrianne had now been in Charming for a few days and everyone, except Rissa and Roxxie, were quite happy about it. Seeing Chibs happy was great... But seeing him with another woman hurt her heart every single time. Plus, Fiona was a total bitch and made it crystal clear that she didn't like Rissa. Everyone knew it. So, Rissa had decided that acting like Chibs and his family didn't exist was the best plan, that way she wouldn't cause trouble between the insane Irish women and the sweet Scotsman. The girl put on a brave face and acted like she was fine, but what she didn't realise was how much of a bad job she was doing. She didn't cry or break down like everyone assumed she would. Instead, she got blackout drunk every night, wore clothes she'd never usually wore and right now she was inside a small and surprisingly clean tattoo studio. The tattoo studio was totally not what she imagined one would be. Growing up with a snobby and judgy mother made her believe tattoos were gross and insanitary. But this plan was squeaky clean and aesthetically pleasing. "Tattoo virgin huh?" The man, who was covered head to toe in tattoos asked her with a chuckle. "Yep." Rissa replied, emphasising the 'p'. It didn't take her long to decide what she was having and where she'd get it and before she could talk herself out of it, she got prepped and ready to be inked. Rissa had picked a quote that said; "And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music." It's a statement to live your life without fear of judgement because your actions won't always make sense to people who don't understand the circumstances. And right now, that quote seemed very fitting. She knew that no one at the Clubhouse understood why she was drinking so much or acting different. But if she didn't put on the brave, party girl act, she'd never leave the dorm and she'd sleep as much as she could just so she didn't have to deal with her thoughts.

The man had been working on her piece for a few hours now and was just adding the finishing touches to her skin. Rissa bit down on her lip as the tattoo guy hit a painful spot on her ribcage, she was so ready for this to be over. It didn't hurt as much as she assumed but it definitely made her wince a couple times. Her prayers were answered when the man placed the tattoo gun down on a little metal table beside him. "All done beautiful." The man said, making Rissa let out a happy sigh. Rissa jumped off the tattoo table and ran over to the mirror, excited to see her first ever tattoo. Her eyes widened and she grinned as she stared at her ink. It was better than she imagined it would be. "Thanks so much, I love it." She said, looking back at the tattoo artist. The man gave her a smile. "Anything else I can do for ya?" He asked as Rissa brought out the money from her bag. "Not right now thanks, but I'm sure I'll be back." -- 2 hours later, Rissa was back at the Clubhouse and slightly drunk, which probably wasn't the best of ideas since she'd just gotten a tattoo. But try telling that to the stubborn girl and you'll get a bloody nose. People had wondered where Rissa spent her morning, especially Roxxie. She was curious as hell and a little worried since Rissa's change in behaviour was a bit all over the place at the moment. "Come on, tell me?" Roxxie whined as she poured Rissa another drink. She was stood behind the bar serving a couple of regulars. The brunette looked around the somewhat busy room. Happy and Tig were playing pool, Bobby was sat on a couch daydreaming, Jax was sat at the other end of the bar and Kozik was sat beside her. Luckily Chibs wasn't there, he was probably spending time with his witch of a wife. Rissa turned back to her friend and gave her a grin. "Right okay, i was gonna wait to tell you but.... I was at a tattoo parlor!" Rissa said with excitment in her voice. "Fuck off, no way!" Roxxie exclaimed making everyone jump. "You always said you'd never get a tattoo." She furrowed her brows, slightly suspiscious. "You have to show us? Where is it? Is it in a private place?" The older blond male said, butting into the girls conversation and winking at Rissa. Rissa smirked. "I just wake up and had the idea to get a tattoo so... That's what I did." The brunette said right before necking back the rest of her drink. "Who even are you?" Roxxie said as she shook her head, she didn't even recognise the person her bestfriend was becoming and she didn't like it. It scared her a little. "Show usssss" Kozik piped up again. Rissa stood up so everyone could get a good view, she pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her stood there in just her bra and her denim shorts. "Happy now?" She raised a brow. "Did someone say my name?" The serious bald male said from across the room, his eyes landing on the brunette. "Damn.." He muttered, staring at the girl's ink. She looked even hotter than before. Rissa sat back down, not even bothering to put her shirt back on. "Another drink please, Roxxiepops." She pushed her empty glass towards her friend. Roxxie rolled her eyes."Call me that again and i will tattoo 'I'm A Cunt' on your forehead when you're sleeping." The red head replied with a warning in her tone of voice. "You know, I think it's really cool." Kozik said as he eyed up Rissa. "Sexy even." Just as Rissa was about to reply, the Clubhouse door opened and in walked the last person she wanted to see. "Ayyy, are you all partyin' without me?" Chibs said in his thick Scottish accent. He walked over to the bar and took a seat next to Jax, deciding that he'd leave Rissa be. She deserved that at least. But once he noticed she was sat with no shirt on, drinking out of a vodka bottle and getting too close to Kozik, he felt anger and jealously rise up inside him. "I know I definitely want more now." Rissa said to Kozik, ignoring a certain male's presence. Kozik nodded. "They are addictive, once you have one there is no going back." He sipped on his drink before speaking again. "And you'd look hot as fuck with more." He teased. Rissa's lips curled up into a smirk at the blond's comment. "Tell me about yours?" She began tracing the one on his neck with her finger, leaning against his body. "Oh erm..." Kozik paused and glanced over to Chibs, who was watching their every move. "Maybe another time darlin', think we are making someone a lil jel." He whispered in her ear before getting up and walking to the pool table, making sure to give her a little wink before he did. Rissa sighed and for the first time since he had walked in, she looked over to the Scotsman. He was looking straight back at her, his face softening as he did. "Get ya shirt back on before you give one of these old men a heart attack." Roxxie said, pulling Rissa out of her little moment with Chibs and throwing the piece of clothing at her friend.. Chibs and Jax went on to have their own conversation before things got awkward. "One condition... Only if you get your butt round here and get drunk with me." Rissa gave Roxxie a sweet smile which made her laugh. Roxxie grabbed another bottle and took a seat beside her friend. "You don't have to ask me twice." She let out a laugh, maybe she could get used to this side of her friend afterall. -- A couple hours later, the red head was dancing in the middle of a couple of croweaters and bikers. She wasn't even that drunk for once! She had had a few drinks, but she was still in control of herself. Roxxie happily sung and danced along to the music, surrounded by her friends and family. Over the past few days, her mood had completely changed. Rather than constantly feeling on edge, jealous, depressed, she was actually starting to feel somewhat okay... The feeling of hands grabbing hold of her hips broke Roxxie out of her thoughts. She looked over her shoulders and saw the serious-faced bald man. Roxxie giggled and twirled around so she was facing him and then wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Roxxie and Happy danced together without a care in the world. Well that was until Roxxie caught sight of an angry Tig watching her every move. The girl's brows furrowed when noticing Tig at the other end of the room, why did he look like he was about to throw a temper tantrum? She mouthed 'what' to him, which he either didn't know how to lip-read or he just was ignoring her. Roxxie's lips curled up into a smirk when wondering if Tig's mardyness was because he was jealous. Part of her wanted to really get it on with Happy just to see what Tig's reaction would be. But the other part of her wanted to give him a piece of her soul to let him know that she only wants him... But that was only because she enjoyed having sex with him... Right?

"Hap? Can we go somewhere and talk?" Roxxie asked the bald biker, moving out of his grip. "I kinda need to talk to you?" Happy nodded and silently followed the ginger girl outside of the Clubhouse. Once they were away from the noise, Roxxie turned to him and sighed. "Um, i, uh... Fucking you was great!" Roxxie exclaimed, using her hand actions as she spoke. "It really was. You know what you're doin'..." She awkwardly looked down at her feet. "But i think that we need to cool off, y'know? The biker kept his serious facade, listening to the rambling girl. "I don't know why i'm acting as if i'm breaking up with you.." Roxxie let out an awkward laugh. "Basically, i don't want to fuck you anymore. Or kiss you.. Or flirt with you and stuff.. But it was fun being with you!" Roxxie wanted to run away and hide away forever, god this was so awkward and embarrassing. Not just because she was telling Happy she didn't want to have sex with him anymore, but because she was doing it for Tig! "That's cool." Happy said with a nod. "Let me know if you change your mind, yeah?" Before Roxxie could reply, the man turned around and went back inside. Roxxie sighed heavily and sparked up a cigarette. Man, that was cringeworthy. -- Later that night, the clubhouse was pretty much empty now. After hours of drinking, dancing and smoking, most people had left, Roxxie included. She had told Rissa she was getting tired and wanted to stay over at Gemma and Clay's. But unbeknown to her brunette friend, Roxxie had actually gone back to Tig's house. Rissa was still in the main hall drinking herself silly. She had had quite a good night... Kind of? She had hit a new level of drunk and couldn't remember half the things that had happened today.. So she just assumed she had a good night. "Drinking on ya own is no fun, you know." Kozik called to the girl, walking over to the bar and taking a seat beside her. She looked up at the man and sighed. Gosh, he was pretty. "Drinkkkkkkk with me then?" Rissa replied with a smirk. The blonde male sighed and ran a hand through his hair. How could he say no to her? "You are going to get me in trouble, girl." He chuckled, grabbing a bottle of beer. Rissa let out a small giggle, drinking from the half empty bottle of vodka she and Roxxie had started earlier in the day. "Youu ar-re reallyyyyyyyyy hotttt." She slurred, before leaning in to kiss the male. "Woah baby, you are far too drunk for this!" Kozik pulled away quickly, much to Rissa's disappointment. "I'd loved to rip your clothes off and have you all to myself, but my names not Tig and I like it when my girls know what they are doing." He joked. Rissa groaned in annoyance. Didn't he find her attractive enough or something? "C'mon, let's get you to bed." Kozik said, downing the last of his beer before putting his arms around the beautiful mess and helping to her dorm. Kozik pushed open the door and helped Rissa inside, gently placing her onto the bed. Rissa lay back as Kozik took off her shoes. She lifted up her head and looked at the man with a sad expression on her face. "Am I pretty?" A drunk Rissa managed to mumble out. The man gave her a smile and took a seat beside her on the bed. "Sugar, you are fucking stunning." He reached up and tucked her messy hair behind her ear. "Kiss me then?" Rissa's eyes closed as she spoke. She felt so undesirable after everything with Chibs. Kozik sighed, he wanted to kiss her so bad, but he'd much rather wait until she was sober to do it. He placed a small kiss on her forehead before getting up and leaving her to sleep. Once the brunette heard the door close she jumped up from the bed and hurried to find her phone. She wanted to feel loved and wanted! And she knew there was only one man who could do that... When finding her phone, Rissa dialed the number she knew all to well and waited impatiently for the person to answer her call. "Hello?" The gruff male voice on the other end said. "Do you still love me?" Was all Rissa said. "Clarrisa?" The man asked. "Tell me you still love and want me?" Tears began falling down her face when hearing him say her name. She had missed the sound of his voice. "Of course I do baby, I always will." "Then why did you hurt me so much, Elliot?!" As if she sobered up suddenly, she realised what she was doing and quickly hung up the call and threw her phone across the room. She collapsed to the floor, balling her eyes out. What had she done?! How could she have done that?! She could barely breathe, it felt like the world was caving in, it felt like she was dying! She knew that feeling very well.. She was having a panic attack. The door opened and she hoped her Scotsman had come to her rescue, but instead the arms that wrapped around her were unfamiliar, the chest her head was buried in didn't smell like whiskey and cigarette smoke. It wasn't him, It wasn't Chibs. "Hey, shush it's okay, you're okay." A voice told her. Rissa looked up at the person who's arms she was in and saw Kozik. She tried to speak but no words came out, instead she began to sob uncontrollably. She knew that her calling Elliot would come back to bite her in the ass... It was just a matter of time.

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thepilotanon · 6 years

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springbeauty ii

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Everyone was so sweet in sending comments about the first chapter and I’m...so happy and blushy just thinking about it. Thank you all so much for sending so much love, and hope you will continue to follow! Hope you enjoy!

warning: joe bang almost revealing his alter ego

The Logan brothers found themselves inside Joe Bang’s home, sitting on the loveseat in what was assumed to be a makeshift living room. It also had a small coffee table, cluttered with empty beer cans, hand tools and some half-filled jars with unknown powder and liquids with scribbles written in Sharpie on the glass. There was an old box TV on the other side, and a rocking chair but other than that, it just seemed to fit the lifestyle one would think Joe Bang would live in.

“Yer lucky I didn’t go all James Bond on yer ass,” Joe Bang grumbled as he came from the kitchen with a frozen bag of peas, throwing it at Clyde who was holding crumpled paper towels to his nose. “Trust me, I’ve watched those movies and memorized all his moves, I could’a gotten you good.”

Removing the paper towel from his nose, Clyde sniffed softly before pressing the frozen veggies against his face, scrunching his brows at the sting. His nose stopped bleeding as soon as Joe Bang calmed down...after Jimmy jumped on him and put him in a headlock. The older man eventually called uncle and realized that Clyde indeed was gushing blood between his fingers as he held his face. Although Clyde was expecting Joe Bang to yell at him for his unannounced request, he certainly wasn’t expecting a direct punch to the face. Despite being a soldier, having gone through hell and back of training and taught how to defend himself from many dangers, Clyde honestly couldn’t bring himself to keep up with Joe Bang’s attack.

As the ex-convict eventually sat down on the rocking chair across from the brothers, Joe Bang looked between them with narrowed eyes before speaking.

“I would...like to properly apologize for hittin’ ya on the face,” he started slowly, hands on his knees. “As someone who considers you...a friend, of sorts, it was very wrong of me.”

Clyde didn’t respond, instead waited patiently for him to continue. “But, lil Rosabelle comes first before any friend o’mine, that’s just how Joe Bang does it. So, hearing you say you want my blessing, I only assumed the worst.”

Jimmy crossed his arms, still mad about his brother’s injured nose. “Now what the hell would you assume to be the worst in Clyde askin’ to marry Belle?”

Scratching his shaved head, Joe Bang tried to keep his temper down. “Well, I didn’t want to know ya wantin’ to marry her because you knocked her up.”

“WHAT!” both brother shouted, and Clyde hissed at the pressure on his nose while Joe Bang gave them a look.

“Listen, not like it’s the first time a situation like that were to happen, and I ain’t judgin’!” he claimed strongly. “And frankly, I don’t even wanna hear ya say ya been busy with Rosabelle in a naughty way like that - protection or not!”

Jimmy groaned when Clyde remained silent, holding the bag on his face to hide his red cheeks. Joe Bang decided to ignore the younger brother’s lack of response. “What I’m tryin’ to say is, I don’t want lil Rosabelle to end up like her own mother, alright? She tried hitchin’ up with Rosabelle’s daddy when she found herself knocked up, and that’s how the kid ended up with her grandparents: abandoned, ‘cause her folks took off and didn’t look back! God only knows what happen to those bums.”

“Her folks up and left her?” Jimmy raised a brow and looked to Clyde.

“She don’t like talkin’ ‘bout ‘em,” Clyde bit out to his brother about his girl’s difficult past. “All she said was they didn’t want her, so her grandparents took her in. Never pushed her to tell me anythin’ more.”

“Nevermind that,” Joe Bang waved it off. “What made ya think to ask me for her hand anyway? Ain’t that like some junk ya see in old movies?”

Ignoring how Jimmy gestured obviously to Joe Bang, Clyde slowly removed the frozen peas. His nose had dried blood peppered under his nostrils and mustache, and he had no doubt how bruised he looked by the numbing feeling up the bridge to under his left eye. “Reason why I’m askin’ ya for a blessin’ is ‘cause you’re the only family she got. Her grandparents are long gone, and I know how you care for Belle like she was yer own...probably better than yer own brothers, if ya ask me.”

Joe Bang nodded in agreement. “Yer not wrong there. As much as my own flesh and blood got their own charm, I admit that lil Rosabelle is like my own lil baby.”

Clyde nodded. “I know Belle cares for you, too, so it’s why I’m takin’ to consideration that it would be best to treat you as Belle’s family. Not to mention we’ve probably been through extreme bonding, on account you did suck my arm off and I forgave you.”

“Hey!” Joe Bang frowned. “I said I was sorry!”

“And I said I forgave you!”

“See, ya already actin’ like family, Belle would be so happy.” Jimmy rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch in defeat. “So what you thinkin’ Joe, can ya give Clyde an answer so we can go? Smells like ya tryin’ to make a cake outta dirt.”

“You don’t say nothin’ to the neighbors ‘bout the smell,” Joe warned Jimmy with a pointed finger, only to be gestured to the other Logan to get on with the original conversation. Making an irritated noise, Joe Bang crossed his leg with his knee and stared at Clyde. “Listen here, boy, do you really want to marry lil Rosabelle? You think this over enough or just goin’ on a whim…”

“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this for over a year,” Clyde confessed sourly, inhaled sharply to try and breathe properly. “Got a ring safe in storage already.”

“Why you wanna marry lil Rosabelle huh? ‘Cause she’s pretty and makes you feel special?” Joe Bang demanded. Clyde knew that this was his own way of getting deep with Clyde, to try and pressure him to say something wrong that will reveal the truth of why he shouldn’t allow him to purpose. “Think she will be yer lil housewife and all that? ‘Cause she ain’t ‘bout that kinda life for ya, robo-boy.”

Dropping the frozen bag of peas to his lap, Clyde made direct eye contact and stared at Joe Bang with no hint of fear or worry. “Belle’s the first girl who actually treats me normal, not some sorry sap with one hand and runnin’ a bar,” he said seriously. “She ain’t my maid or leverage, but my backbone and reminder that I am still a man; Belle makes my life feel worth it, unlike any other gal who’s tried to date me and all… Belle’s one of a kind angel, and I don’t want to let her go. I’d drop everythin’ I have right now so long as I can stay by her side.”

“You promise t’ make her happy?” Joe Bang asked next.

“Whatever it takes,” Clyde answered.

“Let her be her own person and don’t tie her down?”

“I’d want the best for Belle.”

“And if ya make her cry or divorce her for stupid shit?”

“I’ll let you skin me and bury me in yer backyard.”

Joe Bang clapped his hands. “Then, I guess ya got my blessin’, but don’t expect me to treat ya any nicer jus’ ‘cause I know my lil Rosabelle fancies you,” he warned seriously. “I been in that gal’s life since she was born, and only hell can try t’ stop me from makin’ sure she’s safe. I’ll wait ‘til yer twenty-fifth anniversary before I’ll start acceptin’ ya.”

A swell of joy flowed through Clyde, an irresistible grin on his face as he suddenly jumped at the pain from his nose and cheekbone. Smushing the bag against his face, Clyde used his left arm to attempt a hand shake with Joe Bang. “Thank you, thank you so much, Joe Bang,” Clyde sighed in relief, happy/pained tears tickling the corner of his eyes.

“Yeah yeah,” Joe Bang only lightly shook the metal prosthetic. “Sorry ‘gain ‘bout yer face...but can you two get outta my house now? I got stuff I’m workin’ on.”

“Of course, sir. Thank you, sir!” Clyde jumped a bit, acting like a kid at Christmas with the approval of his proposal. He was about to run to the door, suddenly remembering something. Turning around, Clyde dropped the bag of peas on the ex-convict’s lap. “Here ya peas.”

“Wait, ya little shit!” Jimmy hurried after him, leaving Joe Bang watching as Jimmy caught him in the yard to complain about his nose. Casually getting out of the rocking chair, the older man closed his front door and locked the deadbolt to ensure a bit of an extra safety to prevent the older Logan from kicking his ass for hitting his brother.

Back in the truck, Clyde was the happiest man, smiling through his pain as he waited for Jimmy to pull into the road. His brother, however, was more realistic at the moment. “Yer forgettin’ that yer nose is bleedin’ and ya gettin’ a nice shiner…”

“But I’m happy,” Clyde shrugged, unconsciously touching the bridge of his nose to feel the numbing pain. “...It ain’t twisted, is it?”

“Don’t look like it, but I’m takin’ ya to Syl to have her check…”

“What the hell happened to your face!” Belle yelled in shock as soon as she saw Clyde’s patched nose and black eye forming under his eye.

Sylvia had been the bearer of good news to Jimmy that Clyde’s nose wasn’t broken, but definitely will be swollen and very sensitive for a good week - if not obtain some headaches, which she gave him some painkillers. Sylvia did question her boyfriend as to why his younger brother had his tiny smile the whole time during the inspection, only for Jimmy to say that he’s just losing his mind. Once the happy train deported from Clyde’s head, the realization of his current facial injury returned and now he could feel his nose having its own heartbeat. Still, after getting checked by Sylvia and was in the clear, Clyde asked to join Jimmy in picking up Sadie at Belle’s work, where Mellie was watching her. Despite the pain, all Clyde wanted to do was to see Belle after achieving the first step in his cauliflower plan.

Now, seeing his lovely girl’s eyes full of worry as she hurried to him in her apron, leaving Sadie to look from her painting project to the approaching men, Clyde felt himself wanting to shrink.

“Well?”

Both brothers noticing the tone in Belle’s voice, they panicked.

“Box fell and -!” Clyde said with a hiccup.

“Door busted!” Jimmy yelped.

Both of them looked to each other as Belle stared at them with crossed arms, Mellie standing behind the counter with Sadie watching with an absolute confused expression. As soon Jimmy caught sight of Belle’s tapping fingers on her arm, he cleared his throat and adjusted his hat. Lightly smacking Clyde behind the shoulder before using his brother as a shield from the woman, refusing to look Belle in the eye while Mellie gesture wildly behind her best friend.

Clyde took a deep breath through his lips, feeling the throb in the middle of his face. “While I was labelin’ some boxes in the back, there was a stack behind a door near the garage office that I didn’t think to keep open. One of Jimmy’s employees came through, kickin’ the door, and knocked the stack I had...and a box dropped on me.”

“Jesus,” Belle sighed worriedly before snapping her eyes to the other Logan brother. “Jimmy!”

“Why ya yellin’ at me? I didn’t do nothin’!” Jimmy defended with both hands up. “Dammit Belle, when I saw what happened, I brought him to Sylvia and she looked him over. I was being a good brother this time, see? Nothin’ is broken!”

“I’m fine, Darlin’, really,” Clyde stepped between them and brought his right hand up to stroke his thumb along Belle’s jaw in comfort. Watching her raise a brow at him, he gave her a soft smile. “Actually think this might be a good look for me. What ya think, baby, a bartender with a busted nose? People’ll say Clyde Logan kicked some guy’s ass just with his thumb, and they should see the other guy.”

Belle rolled her eye, unable to resist a smile. “Save that for the books, handsome. You’re not going to start wearing leather jackets and calling yourself a badass that easily,” she told him amusedly while he shrugged. “I’m glad it’s nothing serious, but still…”

“M’fine, Darlin’,” Clyde reassured her. “Syl was nice enough to give me some meds for the pain and said I’ll be good as new in no time.”

Belle shook her head before looking over Jimmy still keeping his distance from her temper. “Thank you for taking him to Sylvia, and please tell her I’m very grateful for her help, too.” She offered him a smile when he eventually dared to glance her way, hoping to come off more friendly. “You took care of Clyde, like a good brother and I’m very thankful for that.”

“So long as we know who’s the smarter Logan brother,” Jimmy glanced to Clyde while Belle snorted while hugging her man in comfort. “Maybe then we won’t have any more accidents from here on out.”

“Aunt Belle,” Sadie called out while she set down her paintbrush next to the pot she was decorating, “can you show me the flowers you want me to grow in this one, please? I wanna know which flowers to paint.”

“Sure, sweetie,” Belle said before excusing herself from Clyde’s side. “They’re outside, out this way.” She held Sadie’s hand as she brought her through the small doorway, and the three siblings waited to hear the clang of the wooden door that led to the back garden for safety.

“What did you two idiots do?” Mellie whispered sharply to her brothers. “I thought you two were suppose to go talk to Joe!”

“We did, but he thought Clyde was bein’ sketchy,” Jimmy told her just as dramatic in his whispering, going nose-to-nose with Mellie. They wanted to yell, Clyde knew that very well, but didn’t want to risk Belle overhearing.

“Sketchy? Sketchy ‘bout what?” Mellie threw her hands up.

“Somethin’ about rockin’ a few too many on Belle, the stupid junk.”

Mellie’s face went blank as she stared between the two men. “Joe Bang...throwin’ punches because of he thought this was a shotgun wedding.” Thinking it over, the blonde woman sighed and pinched her nose. “On second thought, from the stories Belle’s told me ‘bout Joe Bang...I can see it. Sorta. So, I’m going to assume that you got the okay from him, then, right? That shiner wasn’t all for nothin’?”

“I got it,” Clyde answered.

“Good, then it’s time for the next step in cauliflower?” Jimmy groaned.

Walking in the familiar pathway of the neighborhood, Clyde kept his eyes down to the dirt road as Belle gently held onto his metal prosthetic as he guided her appropriately. Keeping her on the side off the road, Clyde’s robotic appendages held on to her fingertips in a sort of clamp as they neared closer to their home, his other hand holding on to the small bag that held the take-out food he ordered and picked up.

Belle glanced up to eye her man’s face carefully. “Does it hurt?”

“Not much, just kinda numb right now,” he spoke softly as a truck passed by the two. “Box filled with heavy bolts and all, didn’t really feel much until Sylvia started poking.”

Belle sighed and Clyde couldn’t resist a small smile. “Don’t worry, Darlin’, it’s not all that bad,” he said looking over to see her cute pout and puffed cheeks. Seeing her sigh again, Clyde’s gaze softened as she looped her arm around his and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“I’m just happy you’re not seriously hurt.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind being babied jus’ a bit for a bruise,” Clyde teased that brought a bright smile to her face, making his own heart skip a beat as she looked up to him.

“I think that can be arranged,” Belle mused, rubbing her fingers into his biceps.

Arriving home just before the sun had set, the couple ate their dinner together while conversing about their day; Clyde going into detail about what he was labeling and answering her questions about what it was like trying to label specific things in Jimmy Code, as she put it. Clyde laughed when she imitated his brother’s accent and buff build, reaching to hold her while she finished with her fruit mix, resting his chin on her shoulder before she tied the plastic bag filled with their garbage. The younger Logan brother fell to the temptation of following after her while she threw the bag in the outside trash, startling her once she turned around to find him so close.

“What’s wrong?” she asked with a smile as he just stared at her with a sort of puppy-love look in his eyes. “You’re just being needy tonight.”

All day he had Joe Bang’s blessing on repeat in his mind, over and over did he hear the approval. Every time he thought of it, he got his uncommon giddiness he rarely showed in public. But now, being home with his darling Belle within his grasp, he couldn’t resist being happy with what was to come in the coming days; he just wanted to spoil her with love until then, and then after for the rest of their lives…

His right hand coming to stroke her cheek and tuck a lock behind her ear, he held her face as his smile grew stronger. “Yer so beautiful, Darlin’.”

“Next to the trash cans and working in dirt all day...I suppose,” Belle rolled her eyes with amusement before taking his hand. “Are you sure you didn’t hit your head with the box, Clyde?”

“I just love ya,” he shrugged and knelt down to kiss her lips, only to accidentally bump his bruised nose against her soft cheek. Pulling back and making a face, Clyde did his best not to whine in pain as Belle watched him.

“My poor handsome man,” she cooed and scratched his scruff with her fingers. Pressing a little peck to his jaw, she took his hand and began pulling him back inside and guide him through the trailer as he kept his head back to avoid letting her to see him in pain. “Come on, let me take care of you, silly.”

That was how Clyde Logan found himself sharing a bath with his Belle, warm water relaxing his tense back muscles while Belle sat behind him, shampooing his black hair in a soothing massage. The tub wasn’t all that big to fit the both of them with elbow room, but they make it work when they take turns on who is washed first. As of now, Belle was farthest back while Clyde leaned down for her to reach his hair to wash. The way her fingers scrubbed his scalp brought him into a trance that he began mumbling, his voice deeper as he continued to praise Belle. She only giggled at his compliments and brushed bubbles from his cheek when he leaned his head back on her shoulder, spreading the suds to her naked shoulder. He was so happy to see her smile as her fingers continued to rub his hairline next and her lips press lightly to kiss his brow.

“Yer so beautiful,” he sighed in pure bliss.

“More than standing by the trash cans?” Belle teased and he resisted to laugh through his nose. “Or is it just because I’m naked with you in the tub…”

“Yer beautiful anytime and anywhere, Darlin’,” Clyde corrected.

“Why, thank you,” Belle hummed and kissed his forehead. “I think you’re very beautiful, too, handsome.”

Making a noise, Clyde was about to list all the reasons why he wasn’t when Belle pinched his cheeks. “Rinse your head, honey. Your hair is all done,” she instructed him softly, and he only nodded and did as he was told and taking the shower head to rinse.

While using the shower head to rinse all the shampoo bubbles from his hair, Clyde was careful to miss his nose before bringing his head back up. Wiping the water from his honey-colored eyes, Clyde felt Belle’s small hands grasp his chin and carefully turned him around in the warm water. Opening his eyes, Clyde was surprised when Belle leant up and angled her head to avoid his bruised nose to press a proper kiss to his lips. Realizing the intent, Clyde grinned and wrapped his stumped arm around her naked back, returning the kiss with enthusiasm. Leaning them over, Clyde dipped Belle a bit while using his other arm to balance properly by gripping the edge of the tub. He held on to her and gave her a movie-worthy kiss.

“Because you had that look in your eye when you couldn’t give me a kiss,” Belle laughed against his lips when he didn’t let up. “Are you feeling that deprived right now? Am I not giving you enough kisses, Clyde?”

“I just love ya,” he responded before kissing her again, being so happy that he couldn’t hurt his nose in this position. Pressing his body closer to hers, feeling her wet skin against his spread a warmth in his blood that sped his heart up. “I just love ma sweet, darlin’ Belle. I love, love ya lots.”

Belle laughed when he switched to her exposed neck, only to jump when Clyde yelped when his nose pressed against her. When he didn’t stop trying to nip her skin with love bites, the woman quickly splashed him. “Clyde, be careful! I don’t want you to get hurt any more!”

“Don’t take me lovin’ ma girl away! Jus’ a little, baby, please,” Clyde begged, unable to stop himself from laughing through the pain as Belle’s shoulders shook with her silent giggles. The rest of their bath time last for an hour of Clyde trying to convince Belle to let him love her when he was so happy. Unknown to her, he was dreaming of sharing a bath with her and a special ring on her finger.

Fun fact: Clyde totally hurt his nose by trying to love Belle, so Belle gave him an ice pack after their bath. His hair was blow-dried though, so he was floofy.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years

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Cabin Fever

Summary: The reader and the boys take a break from hunting for the holidays to head up to an out of the way cabin to meet up with some friends and have an old fashioned Christmas together...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 8,000ish

Warnings: none

A/N: This is a sweet little holiday fic with nothing but fluff. A super special thank you to @arryn-nyxx for creating this aesthetic!

Your nose was cold the second you stepped out of the warm Impala and into the frigid air. The sound of the snow crunching under your boots was familiar and you took a deep breath, the air fogging up as you exhaled. There was a light snow drifting down and apart from the sound of the boys closing their doors and opening the trunk, it was dead silent in the woods.

There was a thin layer of snow on top of the other cars, a storm supposed to head in later that evening that would bury you in. The three of you had gotten a late start that morning but Dean promised you’d get there before the roads were closed. You’d fish tailed it once but Sam assured you in the middle of his laughing that Dean was doing it on purpose, supposedly taking the younger Winchester out on back roads to do it when they were barely old enough to drive.

“Y/N!” you heard Dean say, your head spinning around from the forest to watch a snowball hit you in the chest. The brothers were standing side by side, both of them pointing at each other.

“I wonder who threw it,” you said, cocking your head at Dean. His jaw dropped as Sam clapped his hands together and grabbed his bags.

“But Sam...I tried to warn you!” said Dean, your eyebrow raise hidden by your hat. “I did!”

“Who’s always teasing me at home? I mean you both do but this has Dean written all over it,” you said, bumping his hip as you walked over and tugged on your stuck duffel, Dean reaching in to help you.

“Y/N,” said Sam, poking you in the cheek. You stood up straight and felt Dean move your arms, sliding your backpack over your shoulders while Sam started to laugh. “It was totally Dean.”

“Was not,” said Dean, pulling Sam’s hat down over his face, mouthing that it was definitely Sam. You rolled your eyes, no way to ever know with those two. You reached for your duffel once it was free but Dean threw it over his shoulder, carrying his bag and your own.

“So the small presents and cards are in the backpack,” said Sam, staring at the boxes in the trunk. “Think we can do this is one trip?”

“No but we’ll try,” said Dean, holding out his arms. You piled a few things on top, Sam giving you your own batch before you headed up the driveway. The front door was open by the time you got there, someone taking the items from your arms.

“Hey!” said Charlie, giving you a quick hug after you set down the boxes. “Let the boys finish with the heavy stuff.”

“You won’t hear any complaints from me,” you said, flashing Dean a wink as he headed back out. You saw him smirk and bend down when he was outside, clumping some snow together and throwing it just as you got the front door shut. You quickly pulled it open to get hit in the shoulder with one. “No snowballs in the house!”

“It’s not our house,” said Dean with a smirk, tossing another one up and down as Sam went past. He waited until Sam was setting the boxes down and coming back for the last of them before he zeroed in on him, getting him in the face.

“Oh, it’s on,” said Sam, running outside, Dean taking off back to the car for cover.

“Boys,” said Charlie, shutting the door to keep the cold out. The house was warm and you could tell a candle was going somewhere. Or else someone had just finished baking something amazing smelling. “Come on, let’s go pick out your room before they get back.”

You grabbed your duffel and followed her up the stairs just off the foyer, looking into the family room as you went. Kevin and Cas were trying to put the lights on the tree from the looks of it, Benny sitting in a chair giving them a thumbs up while he sipped on a beer.

It was your and Charlie’s idea to try this out. You were well aware you had a misfit family. A prophet, hacker, ex-vampire, angel, cops and hunters sounded like a bad joke but those were the people that were in your lives and cared about you. A late night talk with Charlie sparked the thought of getting everyone together for the holidays.

For some it was an easier idea to sell to than others. When Dean was the only hold out, you wore him down by making a fresh pie every week all fall. Cherry, pumpkin, pecan, key lime, blueberry...at least by the end of it, Dean had started coming in to help you. It took some time but he too eventually started to look forward to the time away from hunting and having a week to spend with his favorite people.

“So...” said Charlie when you finally found a room with a pretty view of the snow covered backyard. “There may be some mistletoe hidden around here somewhere.”

“Charlie...” you said, her grin wide as she leaned in your doorframe.

“You know, Dean could stay in here too...” she said, dodging the pillow you were throwing at her. “I am getting you two together before everyone goes home whether you like it or not.”

“We’re just friends,” you said, Charlie shrugging and heading out into the hall. “Friends, Charlie!”

“Uh huh,” she said, tossing your pillow back. You heard feet coming up the stairs, Dean and Sam both sporting red cheeks and noses. “You children done?”

“For now,” said Dean, poking his head in your room. “Jeez, this place is nice.”

“Do you know how hard it was to find a place that would sleep ten this late in the year? In a cabin style home per grumpy Dean Winchester’s demand?” said Charlie.

“I knew I had bargaining power. I used it,” said Dean, glancing around with a smile. He gave you a fast glance and looked down, biting his bottom lip as you recalled that conversation.

“Y/N, it’s so stupid. Why would we go pay money to sleep in someone else’s house when the bunker has plenty of room? I’m not convinced on this whole holiday thing,” said Dean, sipping on his whisky while he helped you organize a few things in the library.

“Because Dean,” you said, stealing his glass and drinking the rest yourself. “I love the bunker, I do. It’s our home. But there’s no hunting during this break and getting a group of hunters together in a lore filled library? That’ll last two minutes. Don’t you want to have a cozy Christmas where you can wake up to see it snowing out the window? Where you can go have snowball fights outside and decorate the house and it doesn’t look like a bomb shelter underneath it all?”

“What’s your dream Christmas then?” he asked, stealing your cup of cocoa and taking a long drink.

“Just a nice cabin that’ll look pretty with a few presents under a tree. Nothing fancy just...something that feels like we’re in a place we can relax,” you said.

“Call Charlie,” he said as he stood. He put your mug back in front of you and ruffled your hair. “I want that too.”

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head back, Dean giving you a barely there smile.

“You lit up just now talking about it. It’ll make you happy and you’ve got a point about the bunker. I’m sure everyone else will love it too,” said Dean.

“What do you want?” you asked, Dean pursing his lips before he laughed. “What?”

"Get the cabin, Y/N. I’d really like to have a Christmas there too.”

“Jody said dinner’s in an hour if you guys want to help with decorating,” said Charlie, patting Sam on the arm. “We saved the high stuff for the tall guys.”

“Of course, you did,” said Sam. “Were we the last ones to show up?”

“Benny, Kevin, Cas, Jody, Bobby, me, you guys...just waiting on Donna,” said Charlie. “The girls got invited to stay with a friend so Jody let them go have some fun without us old timers.”

“She just knew we don’t have to behave this way,” said Dean with a grin.

“Since when have you ever behaved?” you asked, skirting past them to check out the rest of the house.

“Never,” said Dean. You spun around and saw Dean shrugging, Sam and Charlie, crossing their arms behind him and giving you a smile.

“Shut up,” you said, Dean turning around to find Charlie walking away, Sam on her heels. “Never mind.”

“I got the room next door,” said Dean, looking up and down the hall. “I’ll admit this is much nicer than the bunker would have been.”

“If you’re not having a good time, you don’t have to pretend for my sake,” you said, Dean rolling his eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a hug, lifting you off the ground.

“I am. You know me, stubborn as you,” he said, setting you down. “Let’s go say hi to everyone, sweetheart.”

“Jody, this was delicious,” you said, stealing a scoop of mashed potatoes off of Dean’s plate as he stole a piece of chicken from yours. “I was going to eat that!”

“The chicken is at the other end of the table,” he said, pointing that direction and stealing your roll.

“Idjit,” said Bobby, smacking Dean in the back of the head. He whined and put it back, reaching across the table for the basket.

“Ha ha,” you said, getting one your own whack from Bobby. “Ow.”

“Grown ass children,” muttered Bobby, handing you the plate of chicken. More platters and bowls of food got passed around, everyone getting their fill of seconds in no time at all. Until you brought the pie you’d heated in the oven out that as and you stuffed yourselves even further.

“So, supreme Christmas overlords,” said Dean, nudging you and pointing a fork at Charlie. “We get to open any presents tonight or what?”

“We were planning on little things tomorrow night,” you said, Charlie humming as she chewed on a gingerbread cookie. “We’ll save the rest for Christmas morning.”

“What about stockings?” asked Benny. “I used to love doing the stockings. Candy canes, lil treats, you know what I’m talking about, the window dressing bits.”

“Y/N was in charge of those,” said Charlie, Benny looking like a real life teddy bear over at you.

“I got them in my backpack to put up later,” you said, giving him a wink. “I got a little something special for you Mr. Lafitte.”

“I knew you would, darlin’,” he said, happily going back to dessert. You helped Kevin with clean up but were quickly shoved out of the kitchen to finished decorating. You went to work on the stockings, nearly done when Dean came in with a laugh.

“You put our names on them? Now I feel bad about my crappy wrapping jobs,” he said, nodding to under the tree where a few of the boxes looked slightly off.

“No one cares if it’s not perfect,” you said, tilting the stocking and then moving it back. You felt his hands on yours stop moving it and pull them away. He bent down and handed you the next one, giving you a friendly smirk.

“No one cares if it’s not perfect,” he mimicked, handing over the last one before he stepped back. “Look at us, our weirdo hunting family with stockings hung on the mantle. Nice touch on the angel wings for Cas.”

“Eh, I almost got him a different one but decided why pass up the opportunity,” you said. Dean hummed and went over to the one with his name, running his hand over the soft flannel. “You like the squirrel?”

“It’s cute,” he said, walking along and examining each one, playing with the antlers on Sam’s for a few moments. “Sorry I was a dick about this, when you brought it up at first I mean. This is really nice actually, like really nice. I didn’t know Bobby could even smile like that.”

“You barely let me make you a birthday cake last year. I figured this would take some convincing,” you said, plopping down on the couch. Dean took a seat next to you and fiddled with his hands. “No need to apologize.”

“I bet you got everyone a really heartfelt and personal present that they never knew they wanted too,” he said. You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Any hints?”

“Nope. Don’t go peeking either or you’ll get coal in your stocking,” you said. Dean threw his arm over your shoulder and gave you a light noogie, pulling back when you heard footsteps in the room.

“The others are about to play a game of Twister if you’d like to join us,” said Cas, hearing the trample of feet moving furniture in the back den. “Although I don’t see how that will turn out well considering everyone’s current blood alcohol levels.”

“Makes it more fun, Cas,” you said, pulling Dean to his feet. You saw Jody wander through a different room and peak out the front window. “Something up Jody?”

“The road up here is closed according to the scanner. We’re officially snowed in until they open up again in a few days,” she said, some heavier snow drifting down from the looks of it.

“Well, we got firewood, food and booze. We’re all set,” said Dean, walking over and stealing her radio out of her hand.

“Winchester,” she said, Dean smiling and pointing back at you.

“Boss said no work on this trip,” said Dean, turning it off. “I’d listen to Y/N. She’s a tough one.”

“Do I have to go mom mode on you two?” said Jody, missing when Dean tossed the radio to Cas.

“Go hide that somewhere buddy. Jody can have it back when he head home next week,” said Dean, Cas gone and back two seconds later.

“You’re making breakfast in the morning,” she said, grabbing Cas and leaving you with a pouting Dean.

“I’ll do the eggs if you want to handle the bacon?” you asked, Dean sighing in relief. “Do the maple syrup thing, that tastes awesome.”

“I suppose since it’ll be Christmas Eve and all I can make the special kind,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulder and giving you a fast hug before trotting off. You followed him to the kitchen, hanging by the doorway as he checked the pantry that there was some. “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“Probably do some stuff outside if the snow isn’t too heavy. Charlie had a surprise for everyone that even I’m not sure of yet,” you said, Dean leaning on the other side of the doorframe. “Otherwise we can do whatever we want. Movies, baking, games...nothing. It’s great.”

“I spotted a tub of cookie dough in the fridge if you wanted to come down after everyone goes to sleep,” he said, a devilish smile on his face as he ran a hand through his hair. “No one will notice.”

“You’re on Winchester,” you said, hearing a grunt down the hall.

“Do I have to report you two?” asked Donna, coming down to join you. “Unless you’re willing to share.”

“I think we can add another to the cookie club pack,” you said, Dean laughing to himself. “We meet a midnight in the kitchen and feign innocence whenever possible.”

“Fight club rules?” asked Donna, Dean nodding approvingly. “See you two later then. Come play after you two finish kissing. Did you know Kevin can bend like a little ole pretzel?”

“Kiss?” you said, Dean echoing the same words as Donna pointed upwards. Stuck above the doorframe was a little piece of green decoration with a red bow.

“Mistletoe. You got to do it,” she said with a grin. “I’ll save you spots for next round.”

When she was gone, Dean swallowed and gave you a shy look, leaning away from the doorframe and stepping into the kitchen.

“We don’t have to,” said Dean, pulling you away. “Let’s go have some fun.”

“Awesome,” you said, walking by his side, doing your best to not seem disappointed. Did you really want to be kissing Dean because some old tradition said to? No, not really. Charlie was the one person on earth who sort of knew you liked Dean in a different way but even then, you kept most of it to yourself. You weren’t sure if he was at a place to have a relationship like that and you certainly weren’t pushing him, especially not when you were supposed to be having a relaxing holiday together.

When you got in the den and found Charlie, you pulled her aside, her face definitely reflecting the look on yours. She made an excuse to grab refills for everyone, sighing when you were alone in the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, peaking her head down the hall. “He a bad kisser? I mean it’s Dean, I figured he’d at least be-”

“No we didn’t kiss. Charlie, I love you girl but take that mistletoe down and don’t pull anything else. I want this to be a happy Christmas for everyone. Including Dean,” you said, putting on puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“If it’s going to make you upset, I’ll take the one in the dining room down,” she said, rolling her eyes, holding her palms up. You squinted your eyes and she gave it right back. “What?”

“No, I meant the one in the kitchen,” you said, pulling her along with you, pointing up at where it sat over the doorframe.

“I didn’t put that there,” she said. You cocked your head and she went wide eyed. “It must have been someone else!”

“If you’re lying-”

“I’m not! Someone else must be trying to get you two together too,” she said, grin to match the grinch’s spreading on her face. “Or maybe Dean put it there himself...”

“He looked mortified and ran away when he realized we were under one,” you said. “Cool it Charlie, for his sake.”

“Well, I’ll take them down but don’t blame me if you wake up and they’re there again.”

“Morning,” said Dean, wearing a black tee and his navy flannel bottoms, working on cracking the eggs into a bowl.

“Morning,” you said, tying your hair back in a messy bun, your eyes spotting mistletoe over the doorframe you knew for a fact wasn’t there the night before when you’d finished up the games. “Anyone else up yet?”

“Just us,” he said with a yawn. “I made coffee.”

“A gift from Chuck is what you are,” you said, ruffling his already messy hair as you grabbed a mug and poured yourself a cup, watching the snow come down softly outside. “Looks like we got about six inches last night. Probably another six during the day if this keeps up.”

“Plenty of fresh snow to have a decent snowball fight,” he said, reaching an arm around you to grab a whisk off the counter. “Same team?”

“You know Charlie is going to make it girls versus boys,” you said, taking a sip and burning your tongue, Dean giggling under his breath at you. “Jody and Bobby will probably watch.”

“Double agent for us then?” he asked, eyes darting down to your tongue poking out between you lips for a brief moment.

“You’ll have to wait and see, Winchester” you said, Dean moving around you to wash his sticky hands in the sink. “I told you I’d get the eggs.”

“You worked so hard on everything else. You’ve barely sat and relaxed. I can scramble a few dozen eggs, sweetheart,” he said, pecking a kiss to your forehead. He lingered too long and pulled away much too fast in your opinion before he was humming to himself. “You can get the bacon out if you want and then wake up the masses.”

“Will do,” you said, going to the fridge and pulling out the plate, putting it by the stove for Dean.

“Hey, Y/N?” asked Dean as you started to head back down the hall to give everyone a shout. “You forgot the maple syrup.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, going back to get it. “I totally forgot about that.”

“You love it. How could you forget that?” he asked, wiping off his hands and squeezing some onto the pan.

“My mind was somewhere else I guess,” you said, Dean laying a few strips down, not wanting to share how your skin still tickled from his scruffy jaw on you a minute before. You moved beside him and got the eggs in another pan, Dean wincing when he forget. “Probably should have done the eggs first. I guess you aren’t the only one day dreaming.”

“I got this,” you said, moving a spatula around. “Think if we yell they’ll hear us?”

“Only one way to know,” said Dean, giving you a smirk.

A minute later you heard people shouting back and grumbling, feet pounding down the stairs.

“Dude! It’s eight in the morning! Sleep in much?” asked Sam, his hair sticking out sideways. Dean giggled as you buried your face in his shoulder to try and hide your own. “Oh shut up dorks. You both got way worse bedhead going on.”

“Would you mind helping with the plates, Sammy?” you asked, his hands running through his hair to try and fix it.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, going to a cupboard and pulling them out, setting them on the counter, taking a deep sniff. “Maple bacon? Well I wouldn’t have complained if I knew we’re getting that.”

“That’s what I thought,” said Dean, pointing his spatula at him. “Now out of the kitchen while the chefs work.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Sam, heading down the hall to open the blinds.

“How much you want to bet he wakes up early acting like a little kid on Christmas morning tomorrow?” you asked, nudging Dean but getting a strange face back. “Wait, he’s never had a normal Christmas. You barely had one.”

“He’s looking forward to tomorrow more than you realize, Y/N. We all are,” said Dean. “But the only sappy thing allowed in my kitchen is more syrup.”

“You got it boss,” you said, squeezing more down in the pan, going back to the eggs, bumping back and forth into Dean as you worked. “Eggs are just about set.”

“Plenty of bacon too,” he said, holding a plate of it up. “First dibs before the horde comes for it.”

“Mm, best Christmas ever so far,” you said, munching on a piece and not wanting to fight back the moan.

“I’m sure it’s bound to get even better today.”

“How about the Winchesters, Kevin and Benny team up and us girls will take Cas off your hands? Five minutes to prep?” asked Charlie later that day out in the backyard. You shot Dean a look, his face scrunching up at you. “Uh uh, she and that arm of hers is ours, Winchester.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Dean, patting Cas on the shoulder as he headed over to your side of the yard. “No angel powers buddy.”

Five minutes later you had a good amount of snowballs stacked up, Cas creating them more quickly than you could do on your own. Donna had come up with a fast and efficient ambush plan that was so below the belt your forgot what a sweetheart she was for a moment.

“Y/N, you’re our clincher,” said Donna, tossing a piece of snow up and down. “Just got to get them out in the open and then we’ll reign down on them.”

“I got this,” you said, fist bumping them each as you heard Jody open the back door and shout that your time was up. You grabbed a ball just in case and headed into the woods a ways, cutting around the yard until you were sneaking up behind the boys, Dean acting as a lookout for their side it seemed like. “Got you, Winchester.”

You threw your ball and saw it impact against the coat. You collected more snow and ran over to the trees carefully, quickly spotting there was only a jacket there and nothing more.

“Hi,” you heard behind you, just in time to get pelted with a ball. You ducked down and saw the jacket move away, your feet trying to book it out of there before Dean got it back on. You were too slow though and felt a pair of big arms wrap around you and lift you up, carrying you over to a different set up trees to hide behind. “What did I teach you about the obvious approach, Y/N?”

“Donna’s plan, not mine,” you said, as you squirmed a little but stopped, glancing your head back with a smile. “Want to let me go, bestie?”

“Nah, bestie,” said Dean with an equally large grin, his arms around you like you were in a big bear hug. “You’re too valuable to give up like that.”

“What are you boys up to?” you asked, Dean loosening his grip a little to take the ball out of your hand.

“Watch and you might get through this without snow down your shirt sweetheart,” he teased, walking out to the clearing in the yard. “We got your present! Come on, let’s do this like professionals!”

“We got your presents too!” shouted Charlie, the three other men appearing from around the house, holding snowballs and wearing big grins.

“I was a decoy!” you shouted back, Charlie laughing as Dean started to drop his arms from around you.

“We couldn’t trust you!” said Donna, Dean releasing his hold completely.

“Uh, Y/N...I think we’ve been played,” said Dean, backing up when you saw your friends start charging.

“Yup, definitely that,” you said, chasing after him as you ran around the house, no match for that many snowballs being tossed in your direction. You eventually surrendered after getting hit more than a few times and settled on making a snowman in the front yard, Cas laughing to himself when he made a snow angel. Jody and Bobby were rolling their eyes though when you came in shivering.

“Okay everybody, put your wet stuff by the furnace in the cellar to dry. Bobby made cocoa,” she said, holding up her hands at you and Dean. “Dumb and dumber go take warm showers, you’re both shaking.”

You went to protest but she scowled and pushed you both towards the stairs. You knew your shirt was wet and Dean’s likely as well, Jody’s mom face scary enough to do as told. After getting out of most of your clothes, you ran upstairs with Dean hot on your tail, both vying for the bathroom first. You had your fresh clothes and small bag with you when you saw him walking inside.

“Two minutes, sweetheart,” he said. You went back to your room and stood by the heater, Dean knocking on your door three minutes later with a towel around his waist, water droplets all over his skin. “You’re all set.”

“Did you even warm up?” you asked, Dean smiling as you followed him down the hall.

“Yeah. You like hot showers. You don’t have to worry about using it up now,” he said, hands on your shoulders pushing you inside, your mind going back to a few months ago. “Get out of those wet clothes now and warm up for me.”

“Y/N! Inside, now!” Dean half-shouted at you. You knew you looked like a poor wet puppy dog, shivering and soaking wet as Dean sat you down in a chair, rushing into the motel bathroom.

“F-Fine. I’m-mmm, f-f-fine,” you stuttered out, Dean pulling you into the bathroom fast, putting you under the hot shower fully clothed. You winced and he turned the heat down, pulling your arms away from yourself, getting himself soaked in the process.

“You were in the woods in the freezing rain in practically no clothes all day, sweetheart. We have got to warm you up,” said Dean, your tank and pajama shorts clinging to your body as you reluctantly let him keep you under the water. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let it follow me back here, let it take you and leave you for dead.”

“M’just c-c-cold-d-d,” you managed to get out, Dean moving the temperature warmer when he saw you reaching to turn it up.

“Stay here and I’ll find you some warm clothes,” said Dean, scurrying out and back a minute later, your sweatpants, some underwear, a long sleeve and one of his thick flannels in his arms. “Are you okay if I run and get you some hot food quick?”

You nodded and he left, pulling the door shut, your body regaining some feeling again after a while. When all the hot water was gone, you threw your hair in a towel and got dressed, padding out to find the heat in the room was cranked up. You crawled in one of the beds and curled up into a ball, some of the cold sticking with you unfortunately.

“Hey, sweetheart,” said Dean a little while later, your eyes cracking open to find him placing the blankets from the other bed on top of you. “I got you some tomato soup.”

You were expecting a can or one of those microwave cup soups but he brought over a mug looking container and peeled the top off, sticking in a straw. You took a slow sip and were surprised when it was hot, flavorful but hadn’t burnt your tongue off. You gave Dean a tired smile while he held it for you as you drank up, your body more than happy for the inner warmth. When you shook your head that you were done, Dean put it aside and got you some water, brushing his thumb over your flush cheeks.

“There you go. You got some color back in you,” he said, tucking your blankets in tight. “How about you get some sleep and we’ll head home when you’re feeling better?”

“Thanks,” you said softly, shutting your eyes. “For getting me.”

“There was no way you could have gotten out yourself. It’s my fault,” he said, clicking off the light.

“S’not,” you said, bumping his hand with your head. “Monster’s fault.”

“Okay, Y/N,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You’re safe now and that’s all that matters.”

You pulled the door shut after you and shed your wet items, sighing when you were under the hot spray, Dean leaving it up for you on the gentle setting how he knew you liked. It was twenty minutes later when you were standing in front of the mirror with the hair dryer going, Dean knocking on the door before you opened it up.

“I left my...” he said, pointing to his wet jeans and boxers shoved in the corner.

“I’ll put them in the laundry with my stuff,” you said, Dean scooping them up and your clothes, returning a minute later. “Did you put them in?”

“Uh huh,” he said, his hand on your wrist moving the dryer up to wave over his damp hair. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“Go to your stocking and get the blue and white striped package and bring it back up,” you said. Dean gave you control of your hand again and went down stairs, coming up with the present in his hands as you nodded. “Open it.”

“Y/N, this is awesome. I thought they were sold out until next year,” he said, pulling the oversized wool hat down over his head. “So much warmer already.”

“You always steal my one at home. I figured I’d get you one,” you said, Dean smiling down at you.

“I love it,” he said, taking the trash away and returning a moment later with his hoodie on and another one in his hands. “I brought the one you like to steal from me all the time since you’re always cold.”

“Ah, best friend ever,” you said, turning off the dryer and putting the sweatshirt on. Dean must have grabbed your hat from your room and soon he was pulling it down over your head, patting it satisfied that you would be toasty warm soon. “Do you think there’s any cocoa left?”

“There better be,” he said, following after you as you cleaned up the bathroom quick and headed down. You saw another bit of mistletoe was under the landing on the stairs, Dean’s groan obviously checking him off the list of culprits. “Who’s doing that?”

“I thought it was Charlie at first but now I don’t have a clue,” you said. “Just ignore them.”

“Will do,” he said, both of you quickly bypassing it and getting cocoa from the kitchen, more than a few people staring at their stockings as you headed into the front room.

“Yes, everyone can take one thing from their stocking tonight,” you said, everyone diving in fast. You saw Dean go to yours and pull out a red package, your face scrunching up.

“You aren’t buying your own stocking stuffers, sweetheart,” he said with a smile. “Merry Christmas Eve.”

You could hear paper shredding in every direction as you took your time to undo yours, grinning up at Dean as you held up the flannel wool socks.

“I know it's a sucky present but your feet are like ice,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You always say they get so cold.”

“I love them, Dean,” you said, tearing off the packaging and slipping them on, sighing as your toes instantly started to get some heat back in them. “My feet really love them.”

“Your actual presents are much better, I promise,” he said. You leaned up and grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit on your lap, getting a care free laugh that was rare from those lips as he crushed you.

“I love it,” you said, distinctly aware that the room had started to go quiet. “Is anybody else still freezing or just us?”

“Let’s get a fire going,” said Charlie, her face staying neutral much to your thanks. People started to break off after that, some to watch movies, others to play games or take a nap before dinner, leaving you and Dean alone, his body starting to make you forget you were ever cold in the first place.

“Cookies?” asked Dean.

“Now you’re talking.”

“Blanket for you,” said Dean, tossing one and then another over your body late that night, the wind whipping outside, the lights flickering every so often. “How long before the power goes out you think?”

You heard the hum of electricity stop and a generator kick on for the fridge, Dean laughing.

“You just had to say it,” you said. Dean put another log on the fire and sat down beside you, pulling his own blankets over himself. “Of course we picked the two rooms with electric heat.”

“We can always crash on the floor of Sammy’s,” said Dean, stretching his legs out.

“We share a room with him all the time. I’m sure he wants a bit of privacy,” you said, throwing your feet up on the ottoman, brushing Dean’s but thankful they weren’t so cold now. “This couch is extremely comfy.”

“Yeah it is,” said Dean, nuzzling down so he was laying, resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re comfy too.”

“Uh huh,” you said, slumping your own body down, laying your head against your pillow, Dean’s head right there on your shoulder in favor of using his own pillow. He shifted closer and let out a sigh, looking up with puppy dog eyes. “You drink too much egg nog? You’re kind of silly.”

“I’m mostly sober and you’re very cuddly,” said Dean, closing his eyes, a big smile on his face. “Let’s do this again.”

“The holiday thing or the cuddle thing?” you asked, shifting closer to Dean even if it wasn’t really possible. His eyes fluttered open and you saw them go to your lips, cautiously raising to meet yours.

“The holiday thing,” he said quietly, his hot exhale fanning over your face.

“Yeah,” you said, staring at the soft pink lips less than an inch away, moving your own eyes back to find his were down again. “We should do this stuff more often.”

“Y/N,” said Dean, swallowing thickly. His face was partly hidden in the shadows, his normal tells shrouded.

“Yeah,” you said, Dean licking his lips.

“They were all doing the mistletoe thing,” he said. His head leaned forward a sliver, yours staying put in case it was nothing. “I got it out of Sammy earlier.”

“I figured,” you said. Dean’s eyes finally moved up to meet yours, darker and brighter than you were used to. “Charlie probably talked him into it, them all into it.”

“He talked her into it he said,” said Dean with a tiny head shake. “Sorry. I know we’re just friends.”

“Just friends,” you said, Dean nodding as he swiped his tongue over his lips again. “Dean.”

He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to you, not moving at all, simply letting it linger before he moved back. He found it in himself to look you in the eye and catch you smile. He moved in again, kissing you with confidence and a sweet possessiveness you weren’t ready for but melted into. You pulled up your blanket and he rolled on top of you, cupping your cheek. He was blushing when you ran a thumb over his cheek, one of you smiling every so often until you had to stop and get a handle of yourselves. He slowed it down and went back to laying beside you, kissing you long and deep, your need for air the only thing forcing you apart.

“So...” you said, his forehead resting on yours, his nose nuzzling your own. “About that just friends thing...not really working for me.”

“Me either,” he laughed. “Now that I’ve got a taste, I can’t go back.”

“What are we going to do about that?” you teased, Dean stealing a quick kiss, pulling your body flush with his.

“Wait,” he said. You furrowed your brow, Dean smiling as you went still. A few seconds later you heard a clock chime midnight. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean,” you said, Dean throwing an arm over your waist as you settled back in for bed.

“Do you want to make my Christmas and try this whole dating thing?” he asked, only a sliver of nervousness hidden under his light voice.

“Favorite present ever,” you said, Dean giving you a tight embrace. “I got a boyfriend this year.”

“I got a girlfriend,” said Dean softly. “Although the boyfriend thing is better than the socks.”

“I really did like them Dean. It was thoughtful,” you said, burrowing yourself into his warmth. “Nothing beats boyfriend though.”

“Probably not, but you haven’t opened your other presents yet,” he teased, kissing you one more time like he couldn’t get enough. “Night, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

“Well, well, well,” said Sam, standing behind the back of the couch, smiling down at you and Dean as you stirred awake, spotting the lights back on the tree and in the house. “Merry Christmas big spoon, little spoon.”

“Merry Christmas Sammy,” said Dean, flipping you around and giving you a short kiss. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Back at ya,” you said, looking up to see Sam with a hesitant smile. “You can stop hanging mistletoe now. We’re kind of a couple.”

“Charlie! You owe me twenty bucks!” shouted Sam, wearing a huge grin as you saw the sun just barely out through the windows.

“Oh come on!” you heard her say as she pounded down the stairs, staring at you and Dean as you got up and started folding up your blankets to make room for the rest of them that would be joining any minute you figured. “Please, please tell me you did it last night.”

“Woah girl, we’ve been dating like eight hours, not doing it on the couch for everyone to see. He’s got to buy me dinner first,” you teased, Dean smacking your bottom lightly.

“She thought she could do it by Christmas Eve,” said Sam, Charlie crossing her arms “Pay up, red.”

“Eh, I think it’s close enough. You should be paying me,” she said, Sam’s jaw dropping.

“No, you lost,” he said, poking her in the chest. “You give-”

“Where’s breakfast?” asked Bobby, trudging down the stairs with a scowl. “You woke me up so there better be food waiting in that kitchen by the time I get there.”

“We’ll eat after presents,” you said, heading down the hall. “But first...coffee.”

“That’s my girl,” said Dean, Bobby rolling his eyes at him but offering you a small smile when Dean had his back turned.

“Not you too Bobby,” you said, his shoulders moving up and down.

“Well everyone else was doing it,” he said. “I’ll take mine black.”

By the time you had the stragglers downstairs and everyone’s coffee order done, you had a santa hat on your head and a smile on your face. Someone told you to take a seat as presents and stockings started to get passed around, everyone getting their own piles going before you dug in.

You got a few things you weren’t expecting, all of them that would certainly be put to good use. You were about to ask Dean how he liked his main present, a weekend pass to a big muscle car show in the spring he talked about every once in a while, when he looked like he was having a heart attack.

“I left yours at home,” he said, nothing under the tree apart from some shreds of paper. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “More to look forward to later on. Now how about you, you like that?”

“It’s perfect,” said Dean, holding up the two badges. “Who’s the other one for?”

“Whoever you want,” you said, originally thinking Sam would be his first pick but Sam shaking his head and pointing at you.

“I can’t wait to go with you,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I always wanted to.”

“You’re allowed to have nice things Dean. Speaking of which...why don’t you open the green one?”

“Dean,” you said, poking your head in his room that night after dinner. “Come on, we’re watching a movie. No hiding away in here.”

“We aren’t out of here until after New Years,” he said, standing by his bag, staring down at it.

“Are you still upset about leaving my present behind? I will gladly open it when we get home,” you said, stepping inside and giving him a hug. “You’re only human. I got plenty today. It’s 100 percent no big deal, Dean.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he said, pulling back, a big grin forming on his face. “You’re cute when you’re all navie.”

“You did not,” you said, looking around the room, Dean laughing to himself. “Alright, Winchester, where is it?”

“Maybe I’ll just let you figure that out on your own,” he said, watching you walk to the other side of the room and grunt. You came back and he hummed, laughing to himself until you were standing in front of him. “Need a hint?”

“Yes please,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“Look up,” he said. You giggled when you saw the mistletoe covered bag hanging from the ceiling fan. Dean gave you a long kiss before picking you up and lifting you on his shoulders to untie it.

“Sneaky, I like,” you said, sliding off his back, pulling out a lumpy object wrapped with the squirrel paper you got him as a joke. You peeled it away carefully, holding up a simple red flannel that you swore you already owned. “Wait...is this...”

“When you moved in we got you that to let you know you were family. You always brought it on hunts, in the car, everywhere. Until you lost it somewhere in Iowa a few months ago. It took awhile and more than a few bribes but I tracked it down,” he said. “It’s got-”

“You tried to write sweetheart on the tag but wrote too big,” you said, finding the word “Sweet” and a heart drawn next to it. “I can’t believe you found it.”

“I did actually accidentally leave your other present at home,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “In case this one sucks.”

“Why do you think all of your presents suck, Dean?” you asked, hugging the cloth to your chest. “I love them.”

“Your’s are all thoughtful and stuff,” he said with a shrug. “I gave you socks and a shirt.”

“Right, because traveling to a different state to go get a flannel shirt that anyone else would throw away but means the world to me is totally not thoughtful,” you said. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known Dean.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s debatable,” he said. You slipped the flannel on over your pajama tee, grabbing his hand.

“Nah, it’s really not,” you said, heading for the hall. “Let’s watch some Christmas vacation.”

“Wait,” he said, tugging you back in the room. “I...there was another part of your present.”

He pulled a card out of his back pocket, handing it over, your name written on a plain envelope.

“I’m not the greatest with words by any means so feel free to roll your eyes or ignore it or toss it in the trash but...you were supposed to get that too in case I didn’t man up by tonight, tell you how I felt,” he said.

“Did you write me a love letter?” you asked. Dean groaned with a smile. “I told you, sweetest man I ever met.”

“Just...read it in private for my sake. I got a reputation to uphold,” he said.

“Alright,” you said, putting the card down on his bedside table. “I’ll look at it before bed.”

“You want to stay with me?” he asked, his face lighting up.

“Very much so,” you said, leaning up and kissing his cheek. “You’re nice to cuddle up to.”

“You too,” he said. “Even if you hog the blankets.”

“I do not!” you said, Dean chuckling as you finally headed downstairs.

“Whatever you say sweetheart.”

“Alright,” you said, you and Dean staring at the bed with pouts. “This is a slight dilemma.”

“We could take turns?” suggested Dean.

“We’re going to take turns every single night of who gets the left side of the bed?” you asked, Dean humming. “You take it. You’re taller than me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” he said.

“Right’s mine from now on,” you said, flinging the covers back and crawling in. Dean got in his side and threw you a smile, glancing up at the ceiling. “Got more presents up there or something?”

“No,” he laughed, turning his head to face you. “Did you read your letter yet?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, putting a finger under his chin when he tried to tuck it down. “I want you to feel good, Dean. I know our lives aren’t perfect but...you’re not alone in it. You got me. Sam. A house full of people that love you. You have a family, Dean. So even if I’m not around to help, we’re here for you.”

“You know I wrote it down so I wouldn’t have to talk about it,” he said.

“You wrote it down because you were afraid I’d reject you and you didn’t want to be there if that happened. But you talked anyways so it makes me feel kind of special,” you said. You curled up next to him, pecking a kiss to his nose. “I’m crappy at relationships too so we’ll just have to get very good at working as a team to get through our combined crap.”

“You don’t have crap. You’re perfect,” he said.

“I hog blankets for one,” you said with a smirk. “Plus a hunter’s life full of issues and the nightmares to match.”

“No nightmares tonight,” he said, moving his body to finally relax around yours. “Just sweet dreams.”

“Sounds perfect.”

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