#i have indeed been invited to my first party in like 3 years and said no bc im sleepy and already took my melatonin :^(

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ALL MINE (3)

oblivious loser bsf! ellie williams x posesive popular bsf!fem reader

n/a: I may have rushed things! but I prefer to trust the process and cook a little bit more. I hope you all like it. Also, does the taglist works how I've done it or there's another way to do a taglist?

trigger warnings;; mention of vomit (1), idk if catalog it into violence because there's none but intense argue(?

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Ellie was in such a boring class that she barely noticed when it ended and people started to pack up; a few of her classmates were waiting for her at the entrance of the door, so she hurried out with them. They discussed the topics covered in class today as they walked to the dinning hall.

“Ellie!” you called out, causing both her and her classmates to turn; you were on the opposite path from her, so you had to run a bit to reach her side faster. You opened your gym bag and pulled out the folder Ellie had left in your room last night after studying together. “Your folder, you said you needed it today.”

You were dressed in your cheerleading uniform since you had practice right now. Ellie, who had been a little dazed watching the movement of your skirt as you ran, nodded, feeling her cheeks burn, and indeed, you looked so pretty, especially when you said goodbye and turned around, showing the small bow in the back of your hair.

“Sometimes I forget you’re friends with someone so popular. How is it possible that you’re friends with her?” one of them said, mesmerized by your presence, like the rest of the group

“Well, we are, best friends,” Ellie asserted with a smile. It’s true that she was annoyed when people questioned your friendship, but she was happy to have you as a friend, and perhaps she also enjoyed the feeling of envy from others…

“Yeah but she is popular, pretty, hangs out with her kind of cliché, goes to every party invited ¡Hell! She could be an influencer if she wanted to… and you are you”

“Hey, I have my own charm” Ellie said softly feeling a little bit offended “Whatever, we’ve been friend for so many years and that’s what matters”

“Really? Then do you know if the rumours about her and Abby are true? I think it’s the hottest gossip on campus, the cheerleading captain and the captain of the women’s basketball team.”

“They’re all lies, don’t believe any of that. She wouldn’t be with someone like Abby,” Ellie said, dismissing the comments, and she sounded so sure of what she was saying, especially because you assured her of it the same night of the party.

Finally, you had arrived home, you were so tired that as soon as you got to your room, you collapsed on the bed.

“At least change before you throw yourself on the bed,” Ellie leaned against the door of your room. You nodded, kicking off your shoes and getting up to grab your pajamas; you began to undress in front of her, caring little, as it wasn’t the first time.

Ellie, without changing her position, watched as you slowly untied the knot of your top and let it fall, exposing your purple bra, unbuttoning the button of your skirt and slowly lowering the zipper. The skirt fell quickly, revealing your white panties with purple bows matching the bra.

She bit her lip as she looked at your body until she reached your collarbones; there was a hickey, and it looked recent. “Did… Abby do that?”

“Hmm?” You looked at her, she pointed to her collarbone, making you look at yourself in the mirror, seeing the hickey.

‘Shit, I told her not to leave marks.’ you thought rolling your eyes mentally

“Did she do that to you?” Ellie had a slight grimace of disgust as she asked the question, obviously she noticed.

“Of course not! It was some guy I was dancing with.”

“You swear? Because you know that I do not like Abby at all.”

You fucking knew it, that’s why when you were mad at her you used to call Abby. You knew how much it would hurt her, you had no idea why they hated each other and everytime you asked her she said that she had her reasons and was protecting you.

“I swear, I would never do that to you. Abby does want something with me, I think she’s obssesed with me, she’s telling people things that never happen, spreading false rumors,” you sighed as you finished putting on your pajamas, approaching Ellie and putting your hands on her shoulders. “At the party today, she tried to talk to me and go further, but I told her no, to leave me alone, she got really mad and threatened to keep spreading rumors, and I told her I didn’t care.”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this? I could’ve defend you.”

“Oh, Ellie, please, I know you can but do you know how many rumors there are about me? I don’t care what others think; I care that you trust me. Do you trust me?”

“Completely,” she smiled before you kissed her on the cheek and let her go while you went to the bathroom to remove your makeup changing the topic.

Ellie smiled too, of course she trusted you, that’s why she was now in front of her classmates denying the rumors, no matter how much you didn’t care, she wasn’t going to let people talk nonsense about you. No one knew you like she did.

“Are you sure? Because Abby has been telling the whole team how much of a naughty bitch, how good she could take her seven inches strap, other nasty things I can’t repeat and that she had video proof…” the guy beside Ellie spoke while looking at his phone.

“What? Unbelievable! Isn’t that like revenge corn?” Another girl said looking at his phone as well.

Her smile dropped. “What did you just say?”

She stopped walking, and with her, the group. The guy who said that showed her his phone, it was a group chat with the football and basketball team, and Abby had sent different pictures that one could only see them once. “You’ve seen them?”

“N-no she hasn’t showed them yet but would do it soon…”

“Can you confirm that she was talking about her”

“It’s pretty much her name and physic description, yeah,” Ellie licked her lips, nodding slowly.

“Does anyone know where Abby is right now?”

(What happened in the fight?)

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You began to climb the stairs to your floor, Ellie and you lived on the first floor so it took less than a minute, phone in your hand, calling Ellie for the twelfth time. Since you finished practice, you had been calling her to come pick you up without getting a response, not even a message.

By the time you were turning the keys and opening the door, your whole body was filled with worry, but seeing her shoes, you felt a little relieved. “Ellie? Hey, if you’re not going to come pick me up, let me know beforehand! And answer my calls even if it’s just for a second! You had me worried.”

You took off your shoes and left the keys at the entrance, noticing her backpack lying on the floor with all her things scattered about. You sighed, leaving your bag on the kitchen counter and crouching down to start picking up her things. “Ellie?”

You finished picking up and placed everything inside. The door to her room was halfway open, and you could see the light was on. “Don’t you hear me calling your name?”

You entered the room, placing the backpack next to the wardrobe. Ellie was sitting on the edge of her bed with her back to you. The atmosphere felt so tense that it made you involuntarily swallow.

“I want you to be honest with me,” she said in an intimidating tone, suddenly a shiver ran down your spine. “And I want the truth, if you lie to me…”

She let out an incredulous laugh. “If you lie to me again…” Your breath caught, thinking about what lie you had told Ellie, all small except for… Impossible, Abby wouldn’t spill, you had Abby under control.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What’s wrong?” You tried to approach, but Ellie raised her hand.

“Stay where you are, or move away from there.”

“Ellie-”

“Shut the fuck up!” she interrupted you. “Did you or did you not fuck Abby?”

What you were praying that wasn’t the problem was exactly the problem. You didn’t know where to hide, your legs seemed to want to flee, you wished the ground would swallow you up at that very moment. You tried to say something, but your lips were trembling. Were you going to lie again? No. It was obvious that she already knew everything; she just wanted to hear it from you.

“Did you or did you not fuck Abby?” Ellie repeated the question, now more demanding and intimidating, making your eyes start to fill with tears. You hated confrontations, especially if it was your fault.

“Yes,” you whispered, looking at the ground and clasping your hands, embarrassed by how ashamed you were starting to feel.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Oh my fucking god, Ellie! Yes, I fucked her, I fucking did!” you exclaimed, tired of how tense your body was becoming. She nodded slowly, getting up from her bed and turning to face you. “What the fuck? What have you done?”

Her lip was split with dried blood on it, she also had a bruise next to her eye and a split eyebrow. Your concerned face made her chuckle. “If this worries you, you should see Anderson.”

You unconsciously approached, trying to touch the wounds, but Ellie stopped your hand at that moment. You were maintaining such intense eye contact that it seemed like you were communicating. You were asking her to let you clean her wounds and disinfect them; she was asking you how you could betray her like this.

“You lied to my fucking face. Was it funny?” Her grip felt more painful. “What? Were you two laughing at me behind my back?” You two were close, but Ellie started taking steps closer to you, so you had no choice but to take some steps back until your were was pressed against the wall.

“It’s not like that, Ellie… my wrist- you are hurting me,” you said, feeling tears running down your face.

“Not like that? And how the fuck was it?” She screamed, making you feel smaller and making you cry more. “Explain it to me! Because I can’t understand why the fuck my best friend went behind my back to fuck the person I hate the most out of everybody on the fucking earth. Oh God! I knew you were a whore, but I never thought you would sacrifice our friendship for some sex.”

You couldn’t answer as you cried; for a moment, Ellie loosened her grip on your wrist, and you could see her eyes also filling with tears. You couldn’t hate yourself more at that moment.

“Why? I just want to know. There has to be an explanation for you to do this to me.”

“It meant nothing, I swear, it was just a few times, nothing serious,” you tried to excuse yourself, wiping your tears with your hands, but it was useless, they kept falling.

“Did she give you the hickey?” You sighed exhausted, looking at the other side, but she grabbed your jaw, forcing you to face her and look her in the eyes. “Answer.”

You nodded. Ellie let go of you, shaking her head, raising her hands in the air, defeated, watching you slide until you were sitting on the floor.

“Incredible… When was the last time except for the party?”

“That morning… She was the one who drove me to class; we did it on the couch. But then I ignored her once we got to class, that’s why you saw me arguing with her in the hallway.” You didn’t even know why you were giving so much explanation.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Ellie really wanted a clear answer, but it seemed so pathetic to tell her that you were fucking Abby to mentally punish her for annoying you. It was your way of torturing her without her finding out because many things Ellie did annoyed you, especially when she didn’t do things your way. You knew perfectly well how she would react if she found out, but you never thought it would hurt you so much. You shrugged, looking at her; you didn’t know what to say, but you knew what not to say.

“I can’t see you right now,” Ellie said, grabbing her jacket and leaving the room.

“Wait, where are you going?” you asked, almost crawling to follow her. “Ellie!”

You shouted her name, but the door slamming shut was enough to make you shut up and leave you there, alone on the floor, crying, and you could have kept going if it weren’t for the sound of a phone. Ellie’s phone.

You approached the bed where it was, seeing that she was being called. Dina was calling her and also sending messages; you managed to read one above:

Dina<333

Of course, you can come to my house, but are you…

As if someone had kicked you in the stomach, you ran to the bathroom to vomit until you couldn’t anymore. You had pushed Ellie towards Dina yourself.

No, that’s not how the story should continue. Everything was going so well. After the party, Dina started ignoring Ellie all week, and she barely wondered why the raven-haired girl wasn’t talking to her like before, because Ellie was busy looking out for you.

She would leave her classes directly to find you, not giving Abby a chance to talk to you. She accompanied you at the beginning of your classes even if it meant she was late for hers… She was there for you 24/7, and it was so perfect for you. What was the mistake you made? Did you make it, or was it Abby? It was her. She ruined your precious environment and your relationship with Ellie.

At least that’s what you thought as you grabbed your keys and quickly left the house. Oh, you were going to fuck Abby. Fuck her UP.

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RACING HEARTS - Part 2: MONACO I

Pairings: Lewis Hamilton x reader 

Summary: You and Lewis have been talking for a few weeks now, and he invited you to the Monaco GP. You can’t deny the attraction anymore. 

Warnings: smut – light but still smut 

Word count: 1.5k 

Series masterlist here

part 3 here

A/N: Part 1 of part 2 (I know it’s a mouthful) is here. It’s shorter, but since it’s divided into two parts, I thought it was okay to share it. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know how you feel about it and if you want to be added to the tag list. 

Love, Mae. 

You were invited to the Cannes Festival. It was your third year attending, but this time, it felt different. 

The first time, you were scared to make a mistake or fail off the steps. The second time around, you were shocked to still be invited. You had more fun, but that feeling of not belonging was still present. This year, you were just having fun. You felt more confident, and you finally accepted that you deserved it. That your hard work was appreciated and that you belonged. 

It was also exciting because Cannes was not your final destination. You spent the first week there, climbing the stairs and attending a few parties for some sponsors, and then you were off to Monte-Carlo. 

You had not stopped talking to Lewis since the Miami race. It happened naturally, and you talked almost every day about anything and everything. 

You mentioned travelling to France for the Cannes Festival, and Lewis did not hesitate to ask if you would have time to come to his race. 

Of course, you said yes. You had to tweak some things in your schedule, but you could not deny to yourself that you were happy to see him again. 

You went from denying that something could happen to hoping something was indeed happening. 

You’d never been to Monte Carlo, so you enjoyed the view from the back of the car. It was night, so the city was shining, and the view did not disappoint. 

Monaco’s nightlife was known all over the world, but witnessing it was something else. It felt like everybody was out, having fun and wearing incredible outfits.  

Suddenly, you did not feel as overdressed as you first thought when you left your last event in Nice without changing to catch a helicopter to Monte-Carlo. 

When the car left you in front of the marina, you weren’t sure where to go. It was just a line of yachts, and you never asked Lewis where you were supposed to meet exactly. 

“Y/n!” 

You turned around, and there he was. You couldn’t help but smile as he approached you. He hugged you, and you embraced it without hesitation. He smelled so good. 

“I’m so glad you came. You look fantastic,” he said when he moved back 

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” 

You weren’t lying. Lewis’s style was implacable and today was no exception. He smiled and extended his hand for you to hold it. You took it, your heart skipping another bit. 

“So, you said it was your first time in Monaco, right?” he asked you 

You nodded. “Yep. I never got the chance or the time to stop here. Plus, I don’t know anyone that lives here, and I don’t speak French.” 

“Now you do. I mean, my French is pretty bad, don’t get me wrong, but I’ll show you around.” 

You simply smiled, not sure what to say. Lewis then stopped in front of a beautiful, greyish yacht.

“I don’t know if you have a hotel room reserved, but we have rooms here if you want. I thought we could anchor out at sea for the night, and I’ll show you around the city tomorrow?” 

You thought about it for a few seconds. You did not have a room reserved, and you felt ashamed to admit it. You left Nice in a rush, and you were too busy during the past week to make arrangements. 

Lewis could see that you were spinning your wheels, so he guided you inside. 

“Let me show you around,” he said 

He showed you the yacht's common spaces. You could tell that he was passionate about it as he talked about how fast it could go and the updates they made to improve the boat.

You did not know much about boats, but his enthusiasm was contagious, and you found yourself asking questions. 

As the evening passed, you became more relaxed and even told him a few jokes about weird situations you found yourself in Cannes. 

There were also subtle touches. Lewis’s love language seemed to be physical touch, as he started to touch your arm distractedly as you two talked. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” he asked you again after a peaceful blank in the conversation. 

You could feel your cheeks getting warm despite the fresh breeze on the upper deck. 

“You did, but I don’t mind you repeating yourself.” 

Lewis smiled.“Well, you look beautiful. And you smell amazing; what is it?” 

You opened your mouth, ready to share your perfume’s name, but he stopped you. “Let me try and guess it.” 

Before you could add something, he got closer. You could hear him breathe as his face got closer to your neck. 

“I’m going to say… there’s bergamot in it?” 

“Nope… try again” you whispered 

He got closer, his lips almost touching your neck now. 

“Vanilla?” 

You chuckled. “How do you go from bergamot to vanilla? They’re like, totally opposite.” 

“Hmm…” he said, now leaving tiny kisses on your neck 

You closed your eyes. It felt good. “Try one more time.” 

You could feel him grinning. You knew he would not guess it, but you didn’t want him to pull away.

“What do I get if I guess it?” he asked. 

Your smile broadened. There was no way he was going to guess it. “Anything you want” 

Lewis froze for a second but did not pull away. “Anything? That’s a big bet.” 

“Something’s telling me I’ll win anyway,” you said, your heart beating faster. 

He kissed your neck one more time; this time, you couldn’t help a small moan to escape your mouth.

“It’s musk. And there’s also a bit of Amber. Spices too” 

It was your turn to freeze. You opened your eyes and pulled away from him. The shock must have been plastered on your face because Lewis burst out laughing. 

“I guess I won,” he said when he calmed down 

 “How did you… you said bergamot first!” you asked, still in shock 

His mischievous smile you were growing to love was on. “How about I get my prize, and then I tell you my secret?” 

You almost forgot about that. You did say he could have anything he wanted if he guessed it right. 

“Okay, what do you want?” 

“How about I show you?” he said. “Come here.” 

The tone of his voice left no room for hesitation. You found yourself getting closer until your knees were touching. He was looking at you; everything you needed to know about how he felt or what he wanted was pretty clear. 

“Stop me if you don’t want it, but I’m about to kiss you. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” 

You opened your mouth and then closed it. Nobody had ever been so direct to you. 

“I want it,” you whispered. 

He softly touched your face, and you closed your eyes. You could feel his soft touch on your cheek, and then he stopped at your mouth, opening it with two fingers. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. 

You smiled, but it didn’t last, as you gasped right after. Lewis was kissing your neck again, but this time, it wasn’t soft kisses. You could feel the butterfly migrating to your stomach and then even lower.

“Lewis…” you whispered 

“Hmm?” he said, still giving attention to your neck.

“I…” you wanted more, but you couldn’t say it. Instead, you pushed your hands in his hair, pressing him closer. 

“I won, remember? I’m doing whatever I want, y/n.” 

His hands were everywhere. In your hair, on your face, your breasts. He was teasing you. You wanted him to kiss you. If you were honest with yourself, you wanted more than that. But he was taking his sweet time, working you until you couldn’t stop the moans from escaping your mouth. 

When he pressed your nipples harder, the thin fabric of your dress not posing any blockage, you lost it. You grabbed him closer as you could feel yourself getting closer. 

“Fuck…” he whispered and then made you climb his lap. 

You were still catching your breath when he pulled you up. You were now on his lap, feeling his erection between you. 

“Kiss me,” he said, looking at you. 

You did not hesitate and kissed him. It felt like home. Like you’ve been kissing for ages. It was soft at first but then got more intense as he pressed you closer to him. 

You started to move, straddling his lap as the kiss got deeper. You gasped when he pushed his hand between your thighs, under your dress. Without hesitating, Lewis parted your panties and plunged a finger into you. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered 

“Not him, all me,” he chuckled. “Say it, love.” 

“Lewis,” you moaned his name, gasping against his mouth when he added another finger. 

“That’s it, love, come for me.” 

It felt like it was all you were waiting for, him asking you to come. You curled your toes inside your high heels, squeezed your legs as much as you could and came. 

“Oh my god,” you managed to say in a shaky breath. 

Lewis smiled, softly kissing your temple. You stayed like that for what felt like forever, enjoying the breeze and Lewis caressing your back. 

“I’m taking it you’re staying the night,” he finally said 

You chuckled. You were staying. In fact, you didn’t just stay that night; you stayed the entire week. 

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Teach me 4 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part. 1 Part.2 Part.3

Mesterlist.

Warning: Bit of angst, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Two years have passed since Chris and Y/N's breakup. Many things have changed, but apparently not the feelings Y/N has for Chris. But how will her return to Boston for the summer holidays unfold when she knows she hasn't moved on?

Note : I'm sorry for making you wait so long for this fourth part. I just wanted to make sure I did it right. Despite everything, I'm still afraid this part won't please you as much, and I apologize if the result isn't what you expected. I did my best.

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"Julia, stop, that's enough," I said, bursting into laughter at the excited screams of my best friend on the other end of the line.

"Stop?? It's been almost 2 years since we last saw each other, y/n. How do you expect me to keep calm when I'm going to see you in less than 24 hours?" She said, overexcited, and I could hear her fidgeting in every direction.

Indeed, it had been a while since I left Boston. After my parents sent me to the other side of the country, I started researching universities nearby. At the end of high school, I wasted no time in enrolling and starting my studies.

I had successfully completed my first year at the university, and now it was summer vacation. My parents agreed to let me return to Boston to enjoy my break with them and my friends.

As for my relationship with my parents... Let's say things are different, but the distance imposed on us did me good. I had finally started to live for myself, and many things had changed in my life. As for them, they were content because my results were excellent, and they could see that I had gained autonomy and maturity since my departure.

Anyway, two years had passed, and my life had changed a lot, but I was so happy to finally be back in Boston.

"Yeah, I know," I said, chuckling. "I can't wait to see you and the others," I said, turning around to lie on my back in my bed.

"We'll have to organize a party for your return!" Julia screamed in my ears.

"No, Ju, please, that's enough," I said, moving the phone away from my ear a bit, which she had just shattered again.

"Huh huh, anyway, you don't have a choice. Mom's not here for 3 days, and it's perfect for the party we're going to have when you get back!" She said, emphasizing the word 'party.'

"Juliaaaa!" I said, sighing. "Who are you even planning to invite to this party? It's not like I had a hundred friends back in high school," I said, laughing.

"We don't care, y/n. Who would refuse a party in a big house during summer vacation? I'll invite our group of friends and then check with the old art group from high school." She started to say, "Oh, and why not the football team! And the lacrosse team and the school mascot! Oh my god, I wonder if he still has his costume; that would be hilarious!" She said, laughing.

The Lacrosse team, Chris.

From that moment on, my mind went on pause, and I didn't really pay attention to what Julia was saying.

It had been so long since I had heard about him. After my departure, I hadn't received any news from him. And it was my fault. Every time Julia tried to talk to me about him, I immediately shut down. I thought with time the pain would fade, but it was false. Four months after my departure, my heart still bled as much as the last time he passed by my window. I had done everything to stop thinking about him and turn the page, and I had done it so well that I almost forgot that by returning to Boston, I would also be returning to him.

"Y/n, are you listening?" Julia said, raising her voice, bringing me back to reality.

"Huh? What? Sorry, Julia, I'm exhausted. I think I need to rest for tomorrow; the journey will be long. Can I call you back later?" I said, stuttering a bit, still destabilized by my thoughts.

"Yeah, sure, don't worry. See you tomorrow. Love you, bye," she said warmly.

"Love you, bye," I said with a small smile before hanging up and placing my phone next to me.

Chris.

Is it normal that my heart still bleeds so much for a high school crush? Am I just too sensitive? Is it because he's the only man I've ever let into my heart until now?

Questions kept piling up in my mind, and no matter how much I shook my head, they wouldn't leave me.

Anxiety eventually took over the excitement. What will happen if we see each other again? Will we even meet? Does he still think about me too? Is his heart still bleeding as well? Did he drown in sorrow when our story ended?

More and more questions. I better close my eyes; tomorrow is a big day...

_______

My morning passed extremely quickly. I woke up a bit late, so I was in a hurry. I got ready quickly, gathered my things, and said goodbye to my roommate not to miss my flight.

My parents picked me up at the airport, and I didn't expect warm hugs, but it was still hurtful to barely get a 'how are you?' The whole ride to the house was filled with discussions about my results and how my life was going there.

It had been a while since I saw them, so I just decided to suck it up, smile, and play the perfect little girl I always portrayed in Boston.

"No, I'm just saying that just because your results are satisfactory doesn't mean you don't need extra courses, you know, those things look good on your record," my mother continued to ramble when we finally arrived home.

God, this journey felt longer than my high school years!

"Yeah, I know, Mom. I'll think about it; can we discuss it later? I'm tired," I said before leaving the car.

Once my suitcase was unpacked, I thought I would have a moment of respite to finally collapse into my bed and rest from this exhausting start to the day. But that was without counting on the stormy arrival of my best friend.

"Y/NNNNN!!!" she screamed, rushing towards me to hug me.

With fatigue and confusion, it took me a few seconds to realize it was indeed her standing in front of me, and suddenly, I felt overwhelmed by my emotions. Tears started to well up, blurring my vision.

"Oh my god, Ju'!" I said, stammering and nervously laughing.

"If you start crying, you know I'll cry too, so stop that right now," she warned me, furrowing her brows not to start crying herself.

"Sorry, sorry!" I said, chuckling and wiping my eyes. "I missed you so much!!" I said, shaking my hands before hugging her again.

I spent the rest of my day with her, talking about everything that had changed in my life since my departure, and for the first time in a long time, I felt genuinely good.

I felt like I was recharging, regaining all the positive energy I had been missing.

"Anyway, you know me; I wasn't going to let a jerk like him talk to me like that. So, I preferred to end our relationship, and it's for the best!" Julia told me.

She had just told me about her latest relationship with one of the lacrosse team players from our high school, and as usual, I couldn't help but think of him.

"Are you sure everything's okay, y/n? Since I started talking about Tom, I feel like you're not really here anymore?" she asked, concerned.

"No! Well, yes, it's okay; don't worry. It's just that—" I began to say before cutting myself off with a sigh. "It's nothing; it's just my return here made me rethink everything that happened before I left," I confessed.

"You mean what happened with Chris?" she said, giving me a sympathetic look. "Sorry, I know we're not supposed to talk about him. Excuse me, I forgot—" she added before I interrupted her.

"No, Julia, it's fine; it's okay. I'm better; I assure you it doesn't bother me anymore," I lied, smiling and grabbing her hand. "I'm better, I promise it doesn't bother me anymore," I lied.

"You know I love you," she said, smiling and squeezing my hand.

"Yeah, I know, I love you too," I replied, chuckling.

After this little discussion, Julia stayed overnight at my place. I eventually gave in and agreed to have the party at her house.

Deep down, I had a bit of hope to come across Chris. I know I shouldn't, but it's stronger than me...

I mean, I would like to know what he's become. Has he continued with lacrosse? Did he go to university? Or has he found a job he's passionate about? Does he still smoke? Has he rebuilt his life with other girls after me?

In a way, I wanted to know to reassure myself that he was doing better and that what I did didn't hurt him too much.

But on the other hand, selfishly, I hoped he had waited for me, that he hadn't seen other girls, and that he was still hoping, just like me, that one day we would meet again.

And God, I know how contradictory it is of me to hope for that when that night I made it clear to him that there would be no chance of things working out. But no matter how much I fought against what I wanted, I knew that my heart was still in his hands, and his alone.

I hate myself for being so stupid and not being able to move on, even though it was just a relationship between two completely lost teenagers for a few weeks.

But I had never experienced anything so genuine. Every conversation, every look, every caress, and every kiss haunt me...

They're still there in a corner of my mind, even though I try to push them away and tell myself it's for the best. My soul screams at me to find his. Maybe that was my punishment—for making him believe that our story could last, for making him believe that the girl he truly loved existed when it wasn't the case.

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"Are you sure it doesn't bother you that the lacrosse team is here tonight?" Julia asked me for the hundredth time today.

After our little pajama party at my place last night, we went to her place in the afternoon to prepare for the party tonight.

We were finishing getting ready, and people were supposed to arrive any minute.

"Ju', as I've repeated to you throughout the day, it's fine, it doesn't bother me. And besides, if you don't invite the lacrosse team, what excuse will you find to invite your little Tom and make him regret it?" I said mockingly to tease her.

"Ahaha, very funny. You know very well that I would have found a way, one way or another, to make him regret it!" she added, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder, making me chuckle.

"No, more seriously, y/n, if you're not ready to see Chris tonight, I don't mind kicking the lacrosse team out of the party," she added, becoming serious again.

I sighed before responding, "You know, anyway, I can't ignore him for the rest of my life."

"Julia, I know you're worried about me, but it's behind me, I promise it'll be fine," I reassured her with a reassuring smile.

She began to open her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell at the entrance.

"Well, it looks like the party is about to start!" she said all hysterical, and I followed her downstairs to welcome the first people.

In the span of thirty minutes, the house filled with teenagers ready to have a blast.

There were mostly people from our old high school; we barely knew half of them, but as Julia had told me, no one refuses a party in a big house like hers during the summer vacation.

It quickly turned into chaos; people were absolutely everywhere, and bottles of alcohol were aplenty, but still no sign of Chris on the horizon.

The party was in full swing; it was almost midnight, and in my despair of not seeing Chris show up, I ended up giving in and joining the game like everyone else, downing drinks one after another, which was not really in my usual habits.

Maybe it was better this way; the more alcoholic beverages passed through my throat, the less Chris haunted my mind. After all, maybe that was my solution.

"Oh, shit, sorry!" I said, bumping into a guy with my head down, making him drop his phone.

I bent down to pick it up before him, and when I raised my head, I came face to face with a face I knew all too well.

"Y/n?" the tall brunet said, looking surprised.

It took me a few seconds to realize it was indeed Matt in front of me.

Chris's brother...

"Oh my god, Matt," I said, surprised. "You're the last person I expected to see tonight!" I said, chuckling.

"And I thought you were on the other side of the country!" he said, also chuckling before opening his arms to hug me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked once our embrace was over.

If I had been a little more sober, this situation would probably have worried me, but at the moment, I was just happy to see him. Matt and I had spent very little time together, but just enough for meeting him at this party to make me super happy.

"I came back for the holidays," I replied, smiling.

"Oh, that's great," he said, smiling too. "You could have at least let us know!" he added, laughing.

"Hey, relax, I just arrived yesterday," I said, rolling my eyes.

Our conversation quickly ended, giving way to an awkward silence. So, without really thinking, I asked him the first question that came to my mind, "Did you come alone ?"

"Oh, um..." he began to say before taking a pause, as if he didn't really know if he should continue or not. "No, I came with my brothers," he said, clearing his throat and running his hand over his neck.

Chris is here.

Suddenly, everything clicked in my head; it was obvious how stupid my question was.

My head started spinning; alcohol seemed to take hold of me even more. It was as if realizing he was there for real had suddenly spiked my blood alcohol level.

"Are you okay, y/n?" he said, placing his hand on my shoulder, looking worried as he saw me pale.

"Um, yeah - yeah, don't worry, I'm just - I've had a bit to drink, you know, it's not really my thing!" I said with a nervous laugh, trying to hide my distress at the moment.

"Do you want me to get you a glass of water? Or something else? I'm sorry if it's me who put you in this state by talking about—" he started to say before I cut him off.

"No! - Matt, it's fine, everything's okay, it's not your fault. I'm just, I just need some fresh air, that's all," I added.

"Um, okay, do you want me to come with you?" he asked, and I could feel how uncomfortable he felt for me at that moment, and that was really the last thing I wanted.

"That's really nice, Matt, but it's okay, thank you. I'll be fine," I told him with a smile before walking towards the exit.

As I moved through the crowd, I prayed not to run into Chris. I didn't want to see him. I thought I was ready and that it was what I needed, but the state I am in right now proves otherwise.

Fuck this shit, I'm going to need more alcohol for sure to handle this.

In my rush towards the exit, I grabbed the first bottle of alcohol I saw lying around, whiskey - it couldn't get any harder.

Damn, will I ever manage to move on? Am I destined to feel like this for the rest of my days?

Finally reaching the front door, I felt my eyes fill with tears, making my vision completely blurry.

Once outside on the porch, I placed the bottle on the small coffee table there, sat on the outdoor couch, and allowed a few tears to flow.

I could hear the muffled sound of music inside, and paradoxically, the cicadas and the silence of the night outside.

A few minutes ago, I was fine, happy, enjoying the party with my friends, and it took me going back to thinking about him to ruin everything.

Physically, I wasn't doing that bad; I didn't feel the need to vomit or anything. I just had a bit of a spinning head and trouble standing up.

Mentally, though, it was a different story.

My sobbing was interrupted by a noise coming from a little further in the garden.

I raised my head with a start to scan the surroundings, wiping away my tears. I especially didn't want anyone to see the only girl crying at this party. I was already not considered a cool girl at school, but this would have been the icing on the cake.

There shouldn't be anyone outside; Julia had made it clear that she didn't want anyone in her mom's garden.

I spotted a silhouette in the dark, and eventually, I caught the smell of a joint. So, I sighed before getting up to get closer.

"Get out of here, idiot! Julia doesn't want anyone in her garden. It's not that complicated to follow such a simple rule," I shouted at the stranger, rolling my eyes.

He approached me until he reached the point where the porch light could illuminate him.

I took a step back, completely thrown off when I recognized his face.

"Sorry, I just got here. I didn't know we weren't allowed to hang out in the garden," he replied softly, keeping a reasonable distance from me.

"Chris?" that's all that could come out of my mouth at that moment; I was completely bewildered. What was I supposed to do at that moment?

My tears started to flow again, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

Chris stood there, not saying anything. He was as lost as I was at that moment, but I could see that seeing me cry was far from a pleasant thing for him.

He seemed hesitant, shook his head, and muttered to himself, rolling his eyes, "Fuck this."

The next moment, he took me into his arms, letting my head rest against his chest. It was as if he understood without me needing to express myself.

I broke down, letting my tears flow; that's what I needed—his arms around me. He held me tight, and I simply didn't want this moment to end. With my right hand, I clung to his t-shirt as if my life depended on it.

"Y/n, shhhh," he whispered, caressing my hair when my breathing became irregular due to my sobs.

I couldn't breathe; I felt suffocated. The more tears that fell, the worse it got, but, on the other hand, it felt good. All these emotions I had buried, all these tears I had prevented from flowing, were finally coming out.

"Y/n, calm down," he said, grabbing my cheeks with his hands and bringing his face to mine to look me in the eyes.

"Hey, look at me, look at me, breathe, everything's fine," he reassured me, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"I-I'm so—" I tried to speak, but I couldn't stop crying.

"I'm so sorry, Chris," I said with a broken and fragile voice, shaking my head.

"Y/n, it's okay, stop," he said, pinching his lips, and I could see tears welling up in his eyes, despite his efforts to suppress them.

"What I did—" I started, trying to calm down, "what I did to you—I had no right to do that. I'm sorry, Chris," I said, letting my head fall once again against his chest and starting to cry even harder.

"Y/n," he said, seizing my face again to look at me, "Y/n, I’m not mad at you. Look at me, I'm fine, everything's fine; it's behind us."

"It's not behind me, Chris," I told him, shaking my head and stepping back.

"It's not behind me at all. It continues to eat me up inside every day! I tried for two years!" I told him with a forced laugh, wiping my tears. "Two years, Chris, two years trying everything to get you out of my head and to stop hoping that things would go back to normal!" I added.

"Y/n—" he said, passing his hand over his face before I cut him off.

"How can you not resent me after what I did to you!?" I said, completely lost.

"Because that's life, y/n!" he said, raising his voice and advancing towards me.

"Because people come in and out of your life, tearing your heart out against their will!" he added, and I just closed my mouth; I didn't expect him to express himself like this.

"Y/n, I could have chosen to hate you, yes, it's true! I could have chosen to keep acting like an idiot and keep destroying myself slowly, as I did in the first months after you left!" he continued to say, carried away by his emotions.

"But what would it have served? What would it have served to keep making the same mistakes all my life?" he asked, and I simply nodded, dumbfounded.

"Y/n, I tried to hate you to make the pill go down more easily, believe me. But how could I hate a girl like you?" he asked, tears in his eyes.

"How could I hate the only woman who managed to open my heart and show me that there's always hope?" he continued, this time advancing towards me, and my heart started racing in my chest.

"I got my act together because you deserved someone better. You deserved to know that I was doing well, and I knew! Believe me, I knew how much you blamed yourself," he said, wiping my tears.

"That night when you told me straight in the eyes that you no longer loved me and that you no longer believed in us, I knew you were lying to protect me," he said, and I felt tears flowing again.

"You lied to me to protect me without even thinking about yourself. You put me before you, where no one had done it before," he continued, tapping his chest.

"Chris—" I said with a weak voice.

"No, I don't blame you, y/n. I don't blame you because I know you simply didn't have the choice to do that," he said, wiping my tears.

"And these last two years, I lived in doubt because I wasn't sure 100%, but when I saw your gaze on this porch, all my doubts flew away, and now I know," he said, plunging his eyes into mine.

I looked into his eyes; I had managed to regain normal breathing, and everything he had just told me had calmed my heart.

The open wound in my chest, bleeding and letting all my distress pour out, was closing.

I didn't know what to add; I didn't know what to say to him. It felt like a million things were happening in my mind, but what could it possibly mean?

And then my thoughts escaped my mind, fixating on his blue eyes, his pure eyes, his sincere gaze fixed on me.

I had forgotten how beautiful this man was.

I became aware of his warm hands on my cheeks; my heartbeat quickened, and I thought I saw a glint of desire growing in his eyes.

The silence became heavy, yet neither of us wanted to say anything.

Our faces slowly approached, and my eyes juggled between his and his lips.

What was happening? Was it supposed to be good? Or bad?

I wanted to throw myself at him, yes, but was it correct? Was it the alcohol? Did I misinterpret what was happening?

"Chris—" I said in a soft, almost inaudible voice before he closed the gap between our lips.

Shivers ran through my entire body; it was soft and so good.

His soft lips moved perfectly against mine.

One of his hands resting on my cheek slid down to the small of my back.

Meanwhile, my two hands found their place on his chest, and our kiss deepened.

This kiss, originally meant to say ‘welcome home’, quickly became more profound.

Our tongues collided; things escalated. The hand that rested on my waist descended to grip my hip, while one of my hands left his chest to settle on the side of his neck.

I felt something reignite in me, something I hadn't felt in a very long time: desire.

I became aware of what was happening, and I snapped out of this trance by stepping back and opening my eyes.

I caught my breath before telling him, "Chris."

"I'm sorry," he said, catching his breath too.

"We can't do this; we can't revisit this. I'm back in Boston only for the holidays," I said, shaking my head, trying to think of something else.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me; I shouldn't have." he said, running his hand through his hair.

"It's okay," I said, stepping towards him and placing my hand on his shoulder.

"I just found you again when I didn't think I'd have this chance; I want to do things right," I confessed.

"So, does that mean we're friends now?" he asked, and his question tore at my heart because, of course, I didn't want to be just friends. But things were too complicated for us to allow anything more.

"Yes, it means we're friends," I said, smiling slightly, and he returned a smile.

"I missed you," he said, hugging me.

"Missed you too," I replied, "feels like it's been ages since we last caught up," I added, chuckling.

"You must have hundreds of things to tell me then," he said, separating and smiling.

"I don't want to spoil your evening with my stories; it can wait," I told him, running my hand through my nape.

"Y/n, I went out to smoke a joint alone because this party is really lame," he said, rolling his eyes, "so believe me, I'd rather sit here with you and listen to everything you have to tell me."

"Hey, it's my comeback night, you're not allowed to say it's lame!" I told him, offended, giving him a shoulder punch.

"Okay, okay, sorry!" he said, laughing, before sitting on the couch, and I followed suit.

He took a joint out of his pocket, and before lighting it, he turned to me. "Hmm, want some?"

"Oh no, thanks, I'll stick to this tonight," I said, grabbing the bottle I'd left on the small table.

"Whiskey?" he said, surprised, "who are you?" he joked.

"Shut up, idiot, I grabbed the first bottle I came across on my way here," I said, rolling my eyes.

The conversation flowed naturally between us; it was almost as if we had never been apart. Of course, in two years, both he and I had changed a lot, so it was a bit strange. However, that connection, that complicity we had, seemed intact.

I'm not sure how long we stayed on that porch, talking, but the bottle I had drunk was already half empty, and Chris must have been on his third joint since the beginning of our conversation.

"I can't believe you told him that!" Chris said, laughing.

"I warned you; I'm not the helpless little girl I used to be," I replied, chuckling and shrugging.

"Yeah, I saw that," he said, gradually stopping his laughter.

The silence returned, and I was lost in my thoughts, already quite tipsy and in a curious mood.

I had been hesitating for several minutes, debating whether to ask him a question. The more I drank, the more I wanted to ask, even though I knew it wasn't the best idea.

"Chris?" I finally said softly, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" he simply replied, turning his head towards me.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked him timidly.

"You just did," he said with a smirk.

"No, seriously, stop it!" I said, laughing and giving him a shoulder punch.

He straightened up, turning completely towards me, resting his head on his hand with his arm leaning against the top of the couch. "Seriously, I'm listening," he said, still with that sly smile.

His eyes were red and squinted because of the weed, and I won't lie, it made him quite sexy... or maybe I had had a bit too much to drink; what was I even saying?

"Have you dated other girls since we broke up?" I asked, instantly regretting it.

"Y/n—" he began before I cut him off.

"Sorry, that was a dumb question. I don't know what got into me," I said, hiding my face with my hands.

He chuckled at my action. "It's okay; I don't mind answering if you answer too..." he said, shrugging.

I removed my face from my hands to look up at him.

"But are you sure you really want to hear my answer?" he added.

I just nodded.

"I've slept with other girls, yes," he began, and I cut him off without thinking.

"How many?" I asked, sitting up.

"I don't really know, two or three, but they were just casual things, especially at the beginning when I needed to distract myself," he explained, feeling the need to justify himself.

"Okay... and why?" I asked.

"Why what?" he asked, confused.

"Why casual? In two years, you had plenty of time to find another amazing girl to be with. You can't make me believe that as the first one to fall for you, no other girl wanted you," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I didn't want to..." he confessed to me. "I— " he started before sighing, "I'm not sure if it's a good idea to explain why," he said, looking away.

"No, tell me; I want to know now," I urged him.

"Y/n," he said, looking me in the eyes.

"Chris, please, it's okay; we're just talking," I said, eager to know more.

"None of those girls were comparable to you," he admitted, "and I know it sounds silly, but it's just the truth. I couldn't get interested in those girls, and it wasn't their fault; they were interesting, and in another context, it might have worked with them," he said honestly.

"But my mind kept comparing them to you; none of them talked like you," he started saying, "none of them laughed like you," he added.

"None of them kissed like you," he said, looking at my lips, and I felt my panties dampen at that. Fuck.

"Every time I slept with another girl, I couldn't help but think of you, your body, and your moans," he said, lost in his thoughts.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how your lips wrapped so perfectly around me," he said, and I had to slightly open my mouth to get more air.

He shook his head, snapping back to reality. "Anyway, until now, I haven't been able to settle down with another girl because the only one I have in my mind is you," he said shyly.

I stared at him, mouth agape. I was dying to have him; everything he just told me had me way too excited.

"And you?" he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I said, clearing my throat.

"And you, have you dated other guys?" he said, chuckling.

"Oh!" I said, blushing. "No, none," I replied timidly.

"None?" he repeated, surprised, and I simply shook my head from side to side.

"And how many guys have you slept with then?" he asked.

I took a moment to answer, embarrassed by the situation.

"Y/n, it's okay; you can tell me. I just told you mine!" he said, rolling his eyes.

"I-" I said before sighing and biting my lip, and he furrowed his brows.

"None..." I said softly.

His eyes widened at my response.

"Are you serious?" he asked to make sure.

"Stop it; you know very well that I'm not the type to sleep around," I said, feeling awkward.

"No, I know that; it's just hard for me to conceive that you've managed two years without sex," he said with a smirk.

"Wait, what does that mean?" I said, furrowing my brows.

"Y/n, when we were together, you played the innocent a lot, but you can't deny that you were just as horny as I was, if it’s not more…" he said, laughing.

"Chris!" I said, bringing my hand to my mouth before chuckling as well.

"No, I'm not saying it's a bad thing; on the contrary, it was something I loved about you," he said honestly.

"I even found it rather sexy..." he added, shrugging.

I squeezed my thighs together at that moment, and Chris noticed because I saw his eyes leave mine and land on my thighs.

"We should change the subject," I said, taking a deep breath and running my hands over my thighs, a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't know it would have that effect on you," he said, unable to help but smile.

"It's okay," I said, biting my lip.

We looked at each other for a moment, both feeling a bit awkward.

His eyes briefly shifted to my chest, and that was the last straw for me.

Without thinking twice, I straddled him, immediately connecting our lips. He didn't waste a second to put his hands on my hips, making me moan.

He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, and I started rocking my hips against him, making him groan in response.

His hands came to grip my hips to stop my movements, eliciting a frustrated groan from me.

"Y/n, this isn't right," he said, separating our lips.

"Chris, I don't care," I said, reconnecting our lips instantly. I was too hungry to stop there.

My hip movements resumed, and I could feel his erection through his jeans.

My hands were on his cheeks, and his hands firmly held my hips.

"You said we should do things right and that we were friends," he said, separating our lips again.

"Y/n, you've been drinking, and I don't want it to be something you regret tomorrow," he added.

"Some friends sleep together sometimes..." I said innocently, playing with his necklace.

He bit his lip and looked away. If there was one thing that could make this man weak, it was my way of acting innocently with him.

"Y/n," he said, closing his eyes and letting out a frustrated groan.

I knew I could make him crack; I just had to tease him enough.

I buried my head in his neck to kiss and leave a few love bites.

He tossed his head back to give me better access. "Fuck..." he whispered, and I slowly resumed my hip movements.

"Y/n, stop this," he said weakly, still with his fingers dug into my hips.

"Make me stop," I whispered in his ear before leaving a trail of kisses on his jawline.

"Y/n," he said in a firm voice this time, grabbing me by the neck to make me face him. "Don't play with my nerves like that."

"Chris, please," I said, gripping the wrist of the hand around my neck.

"I'm the one asking you. It's just a favor we're doing each other as friends," I said with a slight moan. "You help me fill the void I've felt for 2 years, and I give you the opportunity not to have to just imagine fucking me for once," I added.

"You said it yourself, no girl moans like me, no one kisses you like me, and their lips don't wrap around you as well as mine do," I continued to convince him.

"It's just a one-time thing. After that, I swear we'll be just friends for real, please, Chris, I need you," I pleaded.

I don't know if it was the alcohol or simply the lack of sex, but I never thought I'd be capable of saying such things to a guy in my life.

"Just a one-time thing?" he asked.

"Just a one-time thing," I replied, nodding.

"Fuck, this is so fucking wrong, y/n. What are you doing to me?" he said before kissing me again without removing his hand from my neck.

He slid his hand under my dress to grab my ass and massage it while helping me grind against him.

"Mmph, Chris," I moaned into our kiss.

"Shhhh," he said, slapping my ass.

I started pulling at his T-shirt to signal that I wanted him to take it off.

"Not here, princess," he said, smiling against my lips before separating them. "Stand up," he ordered, and I obeyed.

He stood up as well, firmly grabbing my hand before guiding us inside.

We quickly made our way through the crowd, passing by Nick, who tried to stop us, but Chris simply ignored him, too busy at that moment trying not to bend me over one of the tables in the house to fuck me in front of everyone.

We climbed the stairs, and Chris opened the first door he saw, which happened to lead to Julia's room. If she finds out about this, she's going to kill me.

He slammed the door shut behind us, making sure to lock it.

Then, he pressed me against that door, tightening his grip around my neck just enough to restrict the blood flow, causing my head to spin.

He wasted no time in forcefully removing my dress, it was so abrupt that he could have torn it if he wanted.

"Chris, be careful, take it easy," I said, chuckling, before he silenced me with yet another kiss.

"Don't ask me to fucking take it easy when you've spent the last 10 minutes teasing me on that damn couch, y/n," he said, removing his T-shirt.

He took off my bra, adding, "I fucking missed you."

The next moment, he slid his hands to the back of my thighs and lifted me, making me moan in surprise. It seemed like the hold he had on me back then hadn't changed.

He reconnected our lips, heading towards the bed where he tossed me, making me moan again from the sudden force.

"Chris," I sighed in a heated breath as I sat up, facing him at waist height.

But before I could reach for his belt to undress him, he violently pushed me back. "You'll move when I tell you to move. Have you forgotten your manners?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

His gaze was dark and intense; he could have threatened to kill me, and I would have moaned because of how much he affected me.

"Touch yourself," he ordered.

"What?" I said, feeling my face turn all red.

"Don't make me repeat myself; you heard me," he said authoritatively.

I swallowed hard before starting to take off my panties.

"I didn't tell you to remove your panties," he said, interrupting me.

"But—" I began to say before he cut me off.

"Is it so hard to be a good girl, Y/n? In two years, have you forgotten everything?" he said, shaking his head.

His words made me even wetter; I dreamed of one thing only: feeling him inside me.

"No, sorry," I said before starting to make circular motions on my clit through my panties.

He licked his lips, slowly removing his belt without taking his eyes off me.

"Stand up," he ordered.

Without hesitation, I stood up, still looking at him innocently in the eyes.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Y/n," he said, holding me by the chin.

His compliment made me immediately smile and blush.

"Your wrists," he asked, letting go of my chin, and I handed him my wrists.

With his belt, he tied my wrists together before kissing me.

He leaned towards me without breaking our lips to signal me to lie down on the mattress, which I did.

He separated our lips for a brief moment to press my arms above my head. "Don't move," he whispered before sliding his lips into my neck.

"My poor baby, I can't believe you've abstained for 2 years," he said before descending his kisses towards my chest.

"Now that I'm here, I'll take care of that for you, my princess," he said, circling one of my nipples with his lips to kiss it.

"Chris, please," I moaned, wriggling a bit.

"Shhhh, be patient, believe me, I won't stop there," he said before starting to descend his kisses towards my lower abdomen.

The closer he got to my thighs, the more I felt like I was losing my mind. It had been so long since I had felt that burning desire between my legs.

"Fuck, Chris, stop, please, I need you," I pathetically begged when he started to kiss my pussy through my panties.

He just chuckled at my pleas before removing my panties and diving his head between my legs.

He surrounded my clit with his lips, and I couldn't hold back the moans that escaped my mouth at that moment.

Lost in my own pleasure and especially completely carried away by the sensation of his tongue against me, I brought my two hands, still tied, to his hair to hold on.

He lifted his lips from me, making me raise my head towards him. "No, don't stop, Chris!" I said desperately.

"I told you not to move, Y/n," he reminded me, placing my hands back above my head.

"I'm sorry, I had—" I was interrupted in the middle of my sentence by his hands abruptly grabbing my waist to turn me over.

"What are you doing?" I said in a surprised moan when he grabbed my hips to put my ass in the air.

"This way, you'll have a much harder time moving," he said, and I could hear the smugness in his tone.

He kissed the base of my lower back, making me shiver, ensuring that my head remained pressed against the mattress below me.

He then placed a few kisses on my ass before resuming his work between my legs.

One of his hands kneaded my ass while he teased my entrance with the fingers of his other hand.

"Oh my—Chris," I said when he accelerated his tongue movements.

The sensation in my lower abdomen that I hadn't felt in so long was building up again; I was extremely close.

"C-Chris, I'm gonna cum," I moaned, burying my head in the pillow to try to muffle the sound of my moans.

"Give it to me, baby," he said, inserting two of his fingers into me and reconnecting his tongue to my clit.

"Fuck, Chris!" I exclaimed, feeling my legs tremble, and within seconds, my orgasm overwhelmed me.

Chris didn't detach his lips from me; he continued, and his fingers didn't slow down either. "Chris, I- I can't," I told him, breathless.

He detached himself from me at the sound of my words and turned me over again onto the mattress to kiss me.

I put my hands, still tied behind his neck, to bring him impossibly closer to me, which seemed to amuse him, judging by the way he smiled against my lips.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he complimented me between our kisses, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I was still very sensitive, but I wanted more, I needed more.

So, I tightened my legs around his waist so that his erection pressed against my pussy.

"Are you that impatient?" he chuckled before reaching between our bodies to unbutton his pants, and I just nodded.

He straightened up to completely remove his pants and boxers before returning to position himself between my legs.

"If it hadn't been so long, I would've edged you for hours," he said, rubbing his tip against my thighs without entering.

"Chris, please, stop talking—" Before I could finish my sentence, he entered me without warning, making me moan in harmony with him.

"Oh my god, y/n, fuck, you're so—" I didn't let him finish his sentence, immediately capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

He started moving inside me slowly, taking care to go all the way in with each thrust.

Our lips were still connected, our tongues perfectly synchronized—everything was perfect with him.

His pelvic movements accelerated, prompting me to throw my head back to moan once again.

"God, I'll never get tired of the sounds you make. Fuck, it's too good," Chris said, moaning as well, his head completely immersed in my neck, where he left fiery kisses.

"Chris—mmph," I started to speak but couldn't formulate my words correctly. Chris fucked me so well that I lost my words.

"What, baby? What do you want?" he said, seizing my chin to make me look into his eyes.

"I want to—fuck!" I said, moaning and closing my eyes. I felt him everywhere in me; it was too good.

"You can do it, sweetheart. Take your time," he said with a smirk, not slowing down.

"I want to touch you," I said, moaning again. "Please, Chris, I need to feel you," I begged.

He momentarily straightened up without pulling out to unfasten the belt around my wrists.

"Here you go, baby," he said in a soft voice before kissing me again.

This time, my hands went into his hair, neck, and back. I dug my nails into his back and biceps, completely controlled by my pleasure, and began to feel all these sensations invade me.

"Chris, oh my god, I'm so close!" I whined.

He sat up on his knees without pulling out. I moaned as he grabbed my legs and pulled them closer, penetrating even deeper.

"Mmmh, Chris," I moaned, raising my head to look at him.

"Shhhh," he said, placing my legs on either side of his head and encircling my knees with his arms to make sure I couldn't move.

He began thrusting into me at an unbearable speed, and the new angle allowed him to go really deep. His eyes were fixed on the lower part of my belly, where he could see himself entering and exiting. "Fuck," he exclaimed, keeping his mouth open.

"Chris! Chris, fu—god, don't stop!" I said, feeling my orgasm hit me hard when I started clenching around him. He spread my legs again to kiss me while still penetrating me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.

He gradually stopped his pelvic movements while continuing to kiss me. Our kiss was tired and messy, but he didn't stop there.

We were both catching our breath. He separated our lips, pressing his forehead against mine. We stayed like that for a few seconds before he straightened up and withdrew from me, making me moan because I was still extremely sensitive.

I expected anything but what he did the next second. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me over again, pushing me on all fours.

"Chris, what—" Before I could finish my sentence, he started pounding into me without mercy, making me cry out in surprise and pleasure.

"Oh my fuck, Chris, I can't!" I told him, burying my head in the pillow once again.

"Yes, of course, you can. I know you have one more for me," he said without slowing down this time, bringing his fingers to my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head.

It felt so good, but I was still too sensitive; he didn't give me enough respite. I felt like my heart was going to give out from the intensity. I couldn't help but moan, even though I was unsure if I really wanted him to stop because I could already feel my third orgasm approaching.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he said in my ear, slowing down and pressing his chest against my back.

When he slowed down, I felt my orgasm slipping away, and I thought I was losing my mind. "No! Don’t stop, I can take it!" I said, shaking my head.

He wrapped his arm around my throat to hold me in place "that's my girl," he said and sank his teeth into my shoulder, mixing pleasure and pain in the best way possible. He sped up again, his fingers massaging my clit, and his shaft going as deep as possible, making me see stars.

I was close, and so was he; I could feel it in the way he moaned. "Y/n, oh my—"

"Chris, I'm so close," I cried, feeling my orgasm on the verge of exploding.

"Give it to me, baby. Fuck, cum for me, princess," he said, and that was all I needed to climax. This one was more intense than the others, stronger and more hypnotic.

After a few more thrusts, Chris also came, moaning my name in my ear. "Oh my god," he said, breathless, before pulling out and collapsing beside me.

I didn't move a muscle, too exhausted from everything that had just happened. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, concerned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just need to catch my breath," I replied, chuckling.

He laughed too before getting up to find something to clean me up. After a few minutes catching my breath in Chris's arms, we decided to get dressed and join our friends downstairs before someone noticed our absence.

And when I say someone, I obviously mean Julia, who will probably kill me when she finds out I slept with Chris in her bed.

Before leaving Julia's room, Chris kissed me one last time. "I missed you so fucking much," he said.

I chuckled before replying, "I missed you too, but we need to leave this room now." I said playfully, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

We finally left the room, and our paths separated when we arrived in the living room because Nick needed to talk to Chris privately.

I was about to join my best friend when I felt someone grab my arm.

I turned to see who it was and found myself face to face with a girl with brown hair and light eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked me, full of rage.

I was completely confused because I didn't know this girl at all, and I didn't understand why she was addressing me this way.

"Hmm? Y/n, who are you?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

Her eyes widened when she heard my name, and she let out a fake laugh at my response.

"I'm Tess, Chris's girlfriend!" she said with a big smile before approaching me. "So I suggest you keep your distance from him if you don't want me to bash your little depraved slut face!" she said, pushing me before turning on her heel and walking away.

Chris's girlfriend?!!

What the fuck?

Taglist: @chrisloyalgf @christopherscamopants @blahbel668 @thematthewlover @mattsturnioloarchive @carolinalikesthings @bernardsgf @whicked-hazlatwhore @hearts4chris

[tmpestuous]

Moth to a Flame - 4

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summary: Bucky Barnes was the love of your life, and you were his. There was no denying it. But after two years of dating, you found yourselves on different paths and decided it was best to go your separate ways. The only problem was how drawn you’d always be to him even after moving on.

pairing: College!Bucky x Reader

chapter warnings: alcohol, drinking, implied (stated) sex, bReAkUpS?, angst, fluff, i think that’s it

word count: ~5k!

a/n: an update finally… i sincerely apologize for the inactivity but life has been more than stressful lately. i have the course of this story planned so hopefully i can push out a few updates for you all over the course of december and hopefully finish it! thank you for your patience. 

“You should be with him,

I’ll let you go from time”

*

“You should give him another chance, you know,” Bucky said softly as he gazed out at the water before him. 

He had brought you out to the lake to calm your nerves after he found you crying on your bedroom floor, always knowing how to best comfort you. You two were seated on a bench, watching the moonlight illuminate the water through its reflection. 

“I’m surprised you’re saying that,” you joked as you looked over at him, your eyes tired from their overuse. “You said you wanted to fight him not even an hour ago.”

Bucky chuckled. “Listen,” he leaned forward on his knees. “It’s his first fuck up, and I know he cares about you. I know you care about him too. I reacted the wrong way when I saw you earlier today, I let my emotions get the best of me. But I still meant every word.”

You sighed. “I do care about him, it’s just…” you paused. “I expected more, you know? I’ve gone to all of his big moments since we’ve been together. I’ve been to his stupid frat parties when I didn’t want to go just because he wanted me to be there. I’ve done my part; I don’t know what I did wrong for him to not do his.”

“Hey,” Bucky turned his attention to you. “You have done nothing wrong. He was irresponsible and that is not on you.”

“So why exactly are you telling me I should give him another chance?” you asked, avoiding the topic of your self-blame. 

Bucky shook his head. “I dunno, I just don’t like seeing you sad. He’s a good guy, he made a mistake. I made lots of mistakes with you—”

“None that really hurt my feelings, though,” you cut him off. 

“I know,” he agreed hesitantly. “But they were mistakes nonetheless, and you never held a grudge too long with me.” You giggled, making Bucky furrow his eyebrows. “What’s so funny, Y/l/n?”

“I don’t think anyone can hold a grudge against you for too long, Barnes,” you said as you raked your fingers through his hair to push it away from his face. “You’re you.”

“So I’ve heard,” Bucky responded, his conversation with Atlas after the seminar creeping into his thoughts. “Still, what I said still stands. Just talk to him.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

T W O  W E E K S  L A T E R

Studying for an exam was indeed the bane of your existence, but studying for an exam you thought you weren’t prepared for was by far a lot worse.

Forcing yourself not to get swallowed up in your schoolwork was starting to get really difficult, and your exam for your 6:30pm class had you up at 7am this morning to study. 

The library was somehow even quieter in the early morning, the silence forcing you to play some music lowly through your headphones because it had started to make you uncomfortable. 

Around 11am, you had been studying for 3 hours with appropriate breaks during the time span. As you were about to take another one, you saw a familiar face that’d only make you feel better.

“I’d say you look like shit when you’re stressed, but I would very much be lying,” Bucky joked quietly as he sat across from you.

You and Bucky were… different.

It’s odd to say that your relationship with each other has changed drastically in the span of two weeks, but you both felt that it was a lot less hurtful to be around each other. You invited the warm feeling. 

After that night on the bench in front of the lake, you were a lot more open with each other. Cracking jokes about your previous relationship that would have left you crumbling in tears months prior. 

It felt nice to have your best friend back.

“This test is slowly going to kill me, but I desperately need to eat,” you said as you closed your textbook and finished up the notes you were writing on your iPad.

“We can grab lunch, if you want?” Bucky offered, “I don’t have much going on today before my only class at 2:00.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you mentally questioned why he’d already be eager to leave the library if he had only just got here. “Did Nat put you up to this?”

Natasha had been on your heels revolving anything and everything in the last two weeks, not letting up on the Atlas situation either in the slightest.

“It’s not that serious, Nat, I promise,” you said. 

“It’s hate sex, Y/n. Not even me and Steve would do such a thing.”

You shook your head with a chuckle. “It’s not like it was planned, it just… happened.”

“With no conversation, not even a hint of him telling you why he didn’t show up to your presentation, and no sight of an authentic apology that doesn’t end with him in your pants. I mean, when did you all of a sudden decide to want him all up in your guts anyway?”

“Natasha Romanoff!” Natasha shut her mouth as soon as she went to retort. “He apologized. As a matter of fact, he won’t stop apologizing. I’d rather him put his energy into something else anyway.”

“Do you really think he’s sorry?”

“He’s just gonna have to show me over time. Bucky said it is his first fuck up,” you mentioned, not getting your conversation with Bucky out of your head.

“I cannot believe Bucky told you to give him another chance,” Natasha slid her jacket on. “That man is still in love with you.”

“Isn’t he seeing someone?”

“Aren’t you?” she rebutted.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She winked before leaving your dorm without another word. 

Chuckling slightly, Bucky pulled on the straps of his bookbag.

“She told me to find you,” he admitted. “Make sure you aren't drowning in this test. What’s it on anyway?”

“Different theories pertaining to the mind. I’m pretty well versed on who said what and their reasoning, but some of them are a bit confusing and the professor helped a bit, but he’s a philosopher through and through.”

You closed the case to your tablet before shoving everything in your bag.

“So we’re getting lunch?” Bucky raised his eyebrows as you exhaustingly zipped your bag up.

“We’re getting lunch.”

The dining hall was a bit across campus from the library, so you were glad you had Bucky as company. Your newfound dynamic brought you a sense of comfort with him you hadn’t had with him in a while—steps in the right direction to avoid the tension that’s been looming all semester. 

Walking into the cafeteria, you and Bucky ordered and paid for your food before going into one of the booths, sitting across from each other. Bucky stared at you with a stifled laugh as you dug into your food, resulting in you glaring at him.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you said, mouth half-full.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth or you’ll choke,” he teased and you rolled your eyes playfully. “How’re you and Atlas?”

“Just going straight to the important questions, are we?” You retorted after swallowing.

“I’m just checking in.”

Shaking your head, you shrugged. “We’re… okay, I guess. He still hasn’t really confessed anything about flaking, but I also haven’t really asked.”

Bucky nodded. “Are you going to?”

You shrugged again. You weren’t sure if you wanted to open the possibility of another argument with Atlas, especially since you hadn’t had one since him ditching you. He seemed remorseful, trying to make up for it with time, but the thought of not knowing always bothered you in the back of your mind.

“Enough about me,” you said abruptly. “How are you and Sharon?”

It was Bucky’s turn to shrug. If he was being honest, he didn’t know how he felt about Sharon. She was a nice girl, but he wasn’t entirely positive that she’s 100% into him and vice versa.

“We have good moments; I just don’t know where it’s going.”

As you were about to reply, Natasha and Steve crashed the booth without warning.

“If it isn’t my two favorite people after Steve,” Natasha said as she scooted in next to you, giving you a side hug. “I’m glad we found you here.”

“What trick do you have up your sleeve, Nat?” you asked, knowing your roommate and best friend a little too well.

“I’m sure you know this already,” she leaned into you before turning her attention back to everyone at the table. “Party tonight at the frat house on Fulton. 9:00 PM sharp. We need a break now that midterms are finishing.”

“Sounds fun,” Bucky agreed. “I’m in. Y/n?”

“I’m not sure I have a choice with the redhead next to me,” you said, making Natasha giggle. “I will be late though, I have my last midterm for this class today and I’m taking every single second I can get to perfect it.”

“We shall meet you there then,” Natasha said before you all continued finishing your lunch.

1 0 : 0 0  P M

To Bucky’s surprise, this party had gotten live faster than he expected. A 9PM party usually meant everyone started pregaming at 9, showing up at around 11-12. But the amount of bodies within this house had him wishing he’d shown up later. It wasn’t like he had much of an option, with Natasha rushing everyone out at 9 to head over. He said it’d be best to wait for you to get back so you can all go together, but Nat had assured him you told her it was fine to meet her there. 

On the bright side, Sam agreed to be the designated driver which meant he could actually drink for a change. He wasn’t a huge drinker, fancying his occasional whiskey, but he felt he hadn’t had a chance to let loose all semester. Bucky definitely wasn’t trying to get wasted, but he wanted the warmth of a few drinks that made him incapable of being trusted to drive.

Bucky couldn’t help but keep an eye out for your arrival, knowing how stressed you were about your test and even offering to study with you before and after his only class of the day. You had gotten a few texts from Atlas throughout, Bucky noting your frustration and overstimulation from everything and making you take a few breaks here and there, which you were grateful for.

Bucky knew Atlas was never going to be fully fond of him and his friendship with you, but he couldn’t really blame him. He knew he’d probably react the same way if he were in such a situation, but he also knew that he’d never purposely ruin your relationship. Atlas cared about you and you cared about him, which was enough to preserve in Bucky’s eyes.

You always caught a few longing glances from Bucky, but he was oblivious to it. You knew what was cycling through his head, as he did yours, but your current dynamic was going so well and neither of you wanted to go back to square one.

Bucky was on his fifth drink of the night when you walked in, begging him to make you the strongest drink possible without a greeting to precede it.

“How’d it go?” he asked you in your ear so you could hear him over the music, prepping his same drink for you, but with a bit more to take the edge off. 

“It was fine, I’m just glad it’s over,” you sighed as you took the cup out of his hand within seconds of him handing it to you, downing the entire drink before demanding another.

“Slow down,” he warned before making you a second one.

“I need to get drunk tonight, Bucky, so you can help me by making sure no one fucks me up or I will go elsewhere,” you warned back playfully, and he could see you meant no harm when he handed you a second, third, and fourth. Soon enough, you had already passed him in drinks and he saw as you looked giggly already.

Atlas had walked up to the both of you, making Bucky look on his phone to avoid the awkwardness. 

“I didn’t know you were here already,” Atlas pulled you into his arms, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Are you… drunk?”

You giggled in response. “I need another one,” you hiccuped before going back to Bucky, who was entertained with swiping aimlessly on his phone. “Barnes.” Bucky looked at you with furrowed eyebrows as you took his phone out of his hand, shoving it in your bag. “Get off your phone, we’re here to have fun.”

“Your boyfriend’s here, Y/n, go have fun with him.”

Shaking your head, you grabbed him by the shoulders. “We’re all here to have fun, c’mon!” You pulled him forward, Bucky and Atlas both trying to make sure you didn’t trip over your own feet. You ended up pulling Atlas into the mix as well, who was already more than uncomfortable. 

Dancing in between the both of them, Natasha was giggling in the corner, earning her a hard glare from Bucky. He knew he wasn’t gonna live this one down, but he slipped away from your view once all of your attention was on Atlas instead of partially on him. 

“That’s gonna be a messy conversation, huh?” Natasha asked as Bucky finished making his way over to her and Steve. 

“What are you talking about, Romanoff?”

“Atlas hasn’t had a drink all night and he looked like he’d rather crawl in a hole than dance with his girlfriend and her ex-boyfriend,” she watched as Atlas carried you upstairs, taking another sip of her drink. “Wonder how that’s gonna play out.” 

Atlas was dying to get out of the crowd, taking you upstairs to his room which you happily accepted, throwing yourself on his bed after he put you down to lock the door. Another giggling fit came out of you, and Atlas sat next to where your lying body was on the bed.

“What’s so funny, Y/n?”

He didn’t sound too thrilled, having the notion that drunk actions were sober thoughts in the back of his mind. When you got here, you made your way to Bucky. Not him. That on top of the most awkward situation he’d been in with Bucky since he started dating you, he was starting to lose his patience a bit, but he knew he couldn’t bring it up while you were drunk. 

“You’re funny,” you said with more giggles to follow. “You’re maaaad.” You sat up, a bit too quickly which Atlas noticed, holding you stable by the shoulders so you wouldn’t get dizzy and throw up. You stared at him and bopped his nose with your index finger, giggling again. “Don’t be mad, Atlas.”

“I’m not mad, Y/n,” he responded in a shy yet stern tone. “You should probably go to bed.”

“Mm, no,” you said with a quick head shake, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your torso. “I’m not tired.”

“You’re drunk,” he said, laying back as you fell on top of him. “Let’s go to bed, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.”

“I don’t want to sleep,” you pushed up off of him, straddling his lap. “And I don’t want to talk. There’s nothing to talk about.”

Atlas scoffed. “There’s a lot to talk about, Y/n.”

“Like what?”

“We’re not doing this right now, you’re drunk,” he said as he removed you off of his lap gently, placing you back on the bed. “Let’s just go to sleep.”

You shook your head, suddenly starting to feel your buzz get killed. “No, what is it that you want to talk about so bad?”

“I’m not doing this right now, okay?” he said, pulling one of his shirts for you to change into. 

Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly got changed, getting into bed as he slid in behind you, knowing the following morning was going to be irritating. 

And that it was.

Waking up slightly late, you were surprised you weren’t sporting a raging migraine from the previous night’s endeavors. Atlas was no longer in bed and the bass from the speakers downstairs blasting music long gone. You checked your phone, seeing a few texts from your friends who you left without a goodbye.

Bucky <3

Hey, everything all good? 

We’re heading out in a bit. Not sure if you drove here or not if you want a ride back

I would assume your phone’s dead but all the messages are delivering

Nvm all good. Atlas just told us you went to bed. See you tomorrow loser

Future Russian Spy (Nat)

Where is your drunk ass at

Hoping you’re not getting laid again

Sleep is for the weak but I’m glad you’re resting. Let me know if you need a ride back tomorrow when u see this

You had driven to Atlas’s place, but given the fatigue you had, you texted Nat back asking for a ride. After doing so, you got out of bed, deciding it was best to take a hot shower and at least make yourself look human for the day. Atlas came back into the room after you were dressed and brushing your teeth with the spare toothbrush you’d left here the last time you slept over. 

“I made breakfast,” he said, standing in the bathroom doorway.

“Not hungry,” you said, rinsing your mouth with water. “But thanks.”

You were pretty intoxicated last night, but definitely not blackout drunk to forget the impending comments from your boyfriend about whatever was bothering him. Not to mention, the last thing you were looking for was an argument at 11 in the morning after you just woke up.

“Can you please not be difficult right now?”

Stopping in your tracks as you were about to grab your jacket, you turned to face him. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

Atlas sighed. “I’m not arguing with you, Y/n.”

“I never said you were,” you rebutted. “You wanted to talk, so let’s talk.”

“Do you seriously not see that nothing is getting better between us? You were throwing yourself at Bucky right in front of me last night, and he has a girlfriend. You don’t even seem regretful.”

Scoffing, you rubbed your hands down your face. “I’m not repeating myself for the thousandth time to you, Atlas. You know how I feel about Bucky, and he and Sharon aren’t even dating.”

“You still love him.”

“I will always love him, that’s what you don’t get!” You yelled in frustration before exhaling deeply. “Bucky and I didn’t end on bad terms. We didn’t end because he cheated on me or I ruined his life. I will always have love for him, regardless of whether you think it’s platonic or romantic. I can’t just change that.”

“Well, you need to,” he replied flatly.

You chuckled. “You’re giving me an ultimatum?”

“Me or him, Y/n. I can’t play second-fiddle to Bucky Barnes anymore. It’s me in your life or him.”

“You can’t sit here and give me ultimatums like I’m constantly the one that’s doing you wrong.”

Atlas crossed his arms across his shoulders. “I knew this was going to come up eventually. You’re still mad at me.”

“I have never been mad, Atlas. I just wanted an answer. And that was so fucking difficult for you to give me.”

“Maybe you should ask your little ex-boyfriend what happened that day.”

“It’s always about Bucky with you,” you dejected. “I’m starting to think you’re the one that’s in love with him.”

“I’m serious, Y/n.”

Throwing your hands around in frustration, “What could Bucky possibly know abou–”

“He’s the one that told me to leave!” he interrupted you. When you simply stared at him without words, he continued. “I showed up. Bucky told me to leave. I fucked up the night before, I get that, but I was there. I made it after you walked in and Bucky told me to up and leave because I couldn’t support you in the state I was in. So if you need someone to be upset about, maybe start with him.”

Staring at him in disbelief, you scoffed again, shoving your jacket on your shoulders, checking your phone to see Natasha text you that she’s outside. “I’ll talk to you later, Atlas.”

“When you come back here, I want an answer.”

“Yeah, whatever,” you said, starting your day off with an immeasurable amount of frustration, which Natasha could feel radiating off of you as you got in the car angrily.

“I’m going to ignore the fact that you slammed my door and ask what happened.”

Sighing to yourself to calm down, you leaned back in the car seat. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Fiddling with your fingers, Natasha was talking your head off but you could not hear her one bit. You know Bucky was mad about Atlas not showing up, but it wouldn’t make sense for him to sabotage you like that. Was he telling you to give Atlas another shot because he felt guilty? Did he not want to be the reason things fell out? 

No, that wasn’t Bucky. He would never do such a thing. 

Sighing to yourself, Natasha snapped you out of your thoughts in the middle of the diner you were seated at having breakfast food at 1pm. 

“Are you even listening? What’s got you so distant since I picked you up?”

“Are we seeing Bucky at any point today?” you avoided her question.

“I told you he’s meeting us here with Steve. What’s going on?”

Knowing how Natasha feels about Atlas, you decided to wait until Bucky made it before jumping to any conclusions, assuring her that it was no big deal. It’d be better to hear it straight from Bucky than being mad at anyone over anything yet, and you knew Bucky would tell you the truth.

At least that’s what you’d hoped.

Almost as if on cue, Bucky and Steve walked into the diner, looking around before Bucky spotted you with a smile, tapping Steve to draw his attention in the same direction. You half-smiled back, but Bucky knew something was off. As the boys made their way over, Bucky sat next to you in the booth, looking over at you with concern.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, making you shake your head.

“We didn’t order for you guys not knowing what you guys wanted,” you said as you slid both of them the menu, leaving Bucky confused while Steve was excited. 

“Bucky and I have been thinking about bacon since we left the dorm,” Steve chatted looking at both you and his best friend, which you returned, but Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Buck?”

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Bucky asked you again, Steve diverting his attention towards you. 

“That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out for the past two hours,” Natasha interjected, and everyone at the table was now staring at you.

You sighed, looking down at your hands in your lap, biting down on your bottom lip. “I don’t know.”

“Did that asshole do something again?” Natasha asked, clearly starting to get riled up. “I swear to G—”

“Nat,” Bucky cut her off sternly, giving her a glare. He knew you were nervous about something and anyone getting angry would just make it worse. 

He always knew how to read you.

“Did something happen after we left? This morning?” he asked softly while Steve ordered for himself and Bucky.

“He told me it was you, Buck,” you responded hesitantly, causing Bucky to shake his head in confusion. “The presentation. Him not showing up. He said you told him to leave when he got there. Before you walked in?”

Shaking his head again, Bucky was now annoyed. “Bullshit.”

“Bullshit?”

“He showed up during Banner’s slot, Y/n. Yeah, I told him to leave, and if that was wrong on my part, I’m sorry, but I would never force him to leave if he actually showed up on time.”

“That and he smelled like a bad liquor store,” Steve added.

“He was only going to make things worse. I’m sorry for telling him he should leave but—”

“No.”

“No?” Bucky questioned your interruption, not quite catching on.

“You’re not apologizing. You did what you thought was best, and he lied to me about it again anyway.”

Feeling defeated, you urged everyone to move on. Bucky felt bad that you had to find out in such a way, and the urge he got to beat Atlas’s ass was even stronger than it was the day everything happened. 

After you all ate, you went back to the dorm and relaxed for a bit before asking Natasha to give you a ride to get your car at Atlas’s house. The gang all asked to meet up at Bucky, Steve, and Sam’s dorm for drinks and games, so you told Natasha you’d meet her there.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” she asked for the second time that night.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna get my car and go,” you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door. “I’ll see you at the boys’ place, okay?”

Nat nodded before watching you walk towards your car and driving off. Unlocking the vehicle, you saw Atlas rushing out of the front door from your peripherals.

“You weren’t even gonna come inside?” he said as he walked up next to you.

“Don’t think picking up my car requires me to go inside, does it?” you retorted with an attitude, not really wanting to talk.

“You know why I’m asking.”

“Well, I wouldn’t think it’d matter considering Bucky has no involvement in the reason why I’m breaking up with you, Atlas.”

Stunned, Atlas stared at you incredulously. 

“Cat got your tongue? Or are you coming up with some other lie you think I won’t find out about?”

“Y/n—”

“Save it. We’re done. If you think I’m choosing Bucky over you, then maybe I am,” you cut him off, tears filling up your eyes. “Now that I think of it, I’d choose him over you every single time, Atlas. He’s never lied to me, never treated me like I was less than him, and he sure as hell would never make me pick between him and someone else that he knows I care about. I’m over it, I can’t do this anymore. We’re done.”

Getting inside of your car, Atlas decided not to say a word as he watched you pull out of his driveway and drive off. He definitely had other ideas in mind.

Meanwhile, you were trying to gain your composure as you made it back to campus and to the boys’ dorm. You managed to get yourself to stop crying but given the amount of it you just did, you knew it was evident on your face.

Even though it might be the worst option at this given moment, you wanted nothing but to jump into Bucky’s arms. You wanted his hugs back, you wanted to feel his warmth again.

You wanted him back. You knew it was dumb to even think of, but you couldn’t help it. All of your emotions were crashing down on you and you finally knew why everything was weighing so heavy on your shoulders for the past few months.

You never wanted to move on. It was foolish to even think of doing, let alone actually doing it. Bucky was always going to be it for you. It’s him. It’s always going to be him. 

But much to your demise after opening the door to the boys’ dorm, you walked in to see everyone in the living room.

Including Sharon.

Everyone looked up at you, seeing your face and immediately asking what happened.

Again, including Sharon.

“Um– sorry, I didn’t want to be a buzzkill or anything, I just—”

“You’re not,” Sharon spoke up again, and you couldn’t help but notice her hand on Bucky’s thigh while she spoke. “We weren’t talking about much, just some updates on everyone. Right?”

Everyone agreed.

“Updates?”

“Yes, like Barnes here making it official with Sharon,” Thor added eagerly.

You looked back at Bucky, who suddenly looked like he wanted to throw up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, not wanting to talk about the bombshell news that just got dropped on you.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” you shook your head. “Don’t worry, I just got into a heated argument with my mom is all. Um, I actually forgot something in my room that I should grab so I’ll be back.”

Natasha knew your excuse for leaving was full of shit the second you walked back out the door, telling everyone she was going to check on you. She walked downstairs to see you sobbing to yourself in your car, thankful you didn’t drive off yet.

Opening the passenger door and getting inside, Natasha pulled you into her embrace.

“I know it wasn’t some argument with your mom that got you like this, so what happened with Atlas?” Natasha asked right away, knowing you weren’t calming down anytime soon unless she knew how to help.

“I broke up with him.”

Well, she wasn’t expecting to hear that. 

“Oh,” she said, rubbing your back up and down. “I’m sorry—”

“For Bucky.”

Or that. She definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that.

“Oh.”

“I’m such an idiot, Nat,” you sobbed into her shoulders. “I just broke up with him and now Bucky’s with Sharon and I can’t tell him that I broke up with Atlas because he’s gonna ask why and I—”

“Hey, hey,” she lifted your face in her hands to look at her while you cried. “We’re gonna figure it out, alright? You’re gonna be fine.”

You nodded, even if you weren’t fully convinced. But little did you know, everything was about to bite you in the ass.

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All I Want For Christmas

Summary: Christmas is upon you and for the first time in years you head to your Moms for the family Christmas party. Too bad work calls Eddie away.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 6K

Warnings: 18+, Y/N used, overuse of pet names, dom/sub dynamics, phone sex, masturbation (Male and Female), family, christmas, airplanes, barely edited, please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Happy Holidays everyone! Here is my Sugar Cloud Christmas one shot! I hope you all like it! Please let me know what you think!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! <3

Sugar Cloud Masterlist

This time of year was your favorite time of year. It was the time of warm food, cozy sweaters, your stepdad Joel’s horrible eggnog (which he swears up and down is the best in New York), and most of all… family. This year, like every year, they were gathering at your grandparent's house in Ithaca. It was a time to catch up, exchange gifts, eat too much food, and play games. To say you were excited was an understatement, giddiness rolled through you as you packed your bag for your trip, going over your list just in case you forgot anything. 

The past few years you weren’t able to head to your grandparent’s house due to the bakery needing your attention and your dad being a huge pain in your ass but not this year as you were heading to upstate New York with Eddie. He was officially going to meet your mom’s side of the family. At least that had been the plan. You got a little less excited as Eddie sat on your bed next to your two open suitcases, his own features screwed up in sadness that he was going to miss it.

“I’m sorry baby,” He muttered, grabbing your hips and pulling you between his legs after you placed a wrapped present for your cousin into one of the cases. “I know how much this meant to you.”

“It’s okay,” You said, waving your hand in the air like you were trying to push away your sadness. “There will be more Christmas’. It’s not every year you get invited to play KROQ’s Almost Acoustic Christmas.”

“I told Curtis it wasn’t a good time,” He said, placing his chin on your stomach as he looked up at you. You were sure the angle wasn’t flattering but he didn’t seem to care one bit. “But he pushed it. Even scheduled some interviews with a few magazines and TV spots. I’m about ready to fire him.”

“Please don’t fire Curtis,” You said, pushing your hands through his hair. “He’s doing his best with a needy rockstar like you.”

“Needy?” He asked, his eyes wide, brows hiding in his bangs. “You think I’m needy?”

“Well yeah,” You smiled a little. “I distinctly remember you telling me that you ‘need just one more’ for about two hours last night.”

“Hey, you got to cum like six times. Who got the better end of the deal here?” He laughed, pinching your ass a little so that you would jump a bit. The two of you stared at one another for a few quiet seconds before he sighed. “Fiiine, I won’t fire Curtis. Kinda like the guy anyway.”

Laughing a little you lean your head down to touch his forehead with yours. “We’ll still have New Years.” 

“Wouldn’t want to miss the one year anniversary of meeting you.” He smiled, and kissed you on the nose making you giggle. “Let's finish getting you all packed, you have an early flight tomorrow.”  

Together you moved around your room, both gathering the things on your list, double checking once everything was packed that you indeed had everything you needed for a two week trip to upstate New York. Presents included.

The next morning Eddie walked with you into the airport in Indianapolis, hand in hand, both of you dragging one suitcase behind you. It was loud in the building, the sounds of planes landing, taking off, people moving quickly from one side of the airport to the other to catch their flights home, or work, or even to just get out of the cold Indiana weather for a few days. Airports always had a funny energy to them. The buzz of adventure. 

“Alright,” Eddie said as he led you over to the line to check in. “Gotta get you checked in. Don’t want you missing this flight, your mom would murder me.”

“No she wouldn’t,” You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder as he grinned down at you.

The line moved quickly and soon it was your turn. The pretty airport worker gave Eddie a flirty grin, complete with an unnecessary “accidental” hand touch when he passed your ID and his credit card over the counter to her. He had insisted on paying for you to be upgraded to first class for both flights, you had tried to argue but he wouldn’t hear it, it was almost six hours in traveling with one layover and he wanted you to be comfortable. He even made sure your bags were checked and would be transferred to the new plane so you wouldn’t have to re-check them. 

You watched with slight amusement as the girl behind the counter continued to try to get his attention past normal work communication. It didn’t bother you much anymore when people would flirt with him. Eddie made it very clear that he only had eyes for you and when his hand went around your waist to pull you closer, the smile on her face dropped. The rest of the transaction went by with no interest from her end when she passed your tickets over to him.

Once you were all checked in, Eddie pocketed his wallet and grabbed your hand to start walking with you towards your gate. Checking his watch, he handed you your tickets. “We have an hour to kill. Want some coffee?”

“Yes, please,” You nodded, putting your tickets in your purse, you let his hand go so you could wrap your arm around his waist. His arm automatically goes over your shoulder. 

Finding the airport coffee shop quickly, Eddie placed your orders and together you waited until it was ready. Grabbing your orders he walked with you towards your gate, taking a seat facing the large windows so you could watch the planes come and go.

“I’m going to miss you.” You pouted at him, taking a sip of your hot drink. The coffee warmed you from the inside out making you feel slightly better. 

“I know, baby.” He said playing with the ends of your hair with the hand not holding his own cup of coffee. “But it'll only be two weeks and then we'll be together again. Plus you can call me whenever you want.” 

“That’s true,”

All too soon your flight was called over the loudspeaker and it was time to board. Finishing your coffee you tossed the empty cup into the trash can as you both walked towards the gate. Turning you hugged him tightly, giving him a kiss when you leaned back a bit to see him. 

“You have your tickets?”

“Right here.” You said pulling them out of your purse.  

“Call me as soon as you land at JFK for your connection and again when you land in Ithaca.”

“Yes, Sir,” You smiled up at him sadly, you hated leaving him and this time you both would be on opposite sides of the country. “And you’ll let me know when you get to LA right? Don’t make me worry about you.”

“You know I will.” He smiled, pulling you close to kiss your forehead as the flight attendants called for first class passengers. Eddie nodded a bit before he looked down at you. Tapping the point of the pick on your collar that poked out a bit from under your scarf he smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled sadly. “I'll see you in two weeks.” 

“Be safe, be smart, and have fun with your family.” Kissing you once more he moved his arms away from you and put his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he watched you take a step back. “Tell your mom sorry I couldn't make it.”

“Break a leg rockstar.” You smiled with a nod once more before you turned and got in line.

He waited until you were through the gate turning back to give him one last wave before watching you walk down that long hall and into the plane. He even waited until your plane was taxiing onto the runway, watching through the large windows as the plane took off, taking you away from him. This was going to be a long two weeks he decided as he turned and left the airport alone. 

You rarely flew growing up and even less now but when you did most of the time you just chose economy, since you had to pay for it yourself, your father didn’t want to spend any money on a ticket that would take you to his “alcoholic ex-wife”. But now you were practically melted into your first class seat on the second flight heading towards Ithaca and you wondered why you fought Eddie on this. It was so comfortable, the chair was large and could fold out into a bed, plus there was so much leg room just to stretch out if you wanted. No crying babies, no one accidentally elbowing you as they adjusted in their seat, and best of all you were in a window seat, watching as the world below flew by. 

At the start of the last leg of your trip you had pulled the CD player from your purse and put the headphones over your ears turning it on so you could listen to the Corroded Coffin demo that Eddie had given you, for the one billionth time. You loved that you could still hear his voice even though you would be thousands of miles away from him. A tap on your shoulder made you jump a little and when you looked over one of the flight attendants was smiling down at you, so you paused your cd and pulled the headphones from your ears.

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to scare you.” She laughed a little. 

“Oh no it’s fine. I should have been paying more attention.” 

“I just wanted to let you know that we will be landing soon and your tray needs to be in the upright position.”

“Thank you.” You smiled as you turned off the CD player and pushed it back into your purse as you prepared your spot for landing and she walked away to assist the other passengers. With your seatbelt on you watched as the ground grew closer and closer, the town of Ithaca getting bigger and bigger. The plane jolted and the tires squealed as you landed and sighed a small smile growing on your features as your plane was taxi’d to an open gate. 

In a line you followed all the other passengers out and into Ithaca Tompkins International Airport making sure you had your purse securely on your shoulder as you dug inside to turn on your phone. Once loaded you hit Eddie’s saved number and held the phone to your ear but all you got was voicemail. You had spoken to him earlier when you got to JFK but now he must already be on his way to LA. “Hey baby, it’s me. Just wanted to let you know that I landed in Ithaca just fine, going to grab my bags and head to my moms. I love you, have fun at the concert. I’ll talk to you later.”

Hanging up you shoved your phone into your pocket and continued your way down to the baggage claim. As you came through the archway that led to the front of the airport you heard your name be called by a deep voice. Turning you smiled, throwing your arms out into the air as you ran to your stepfather. He looked the same as he always did. Tall, dark, and handsome. Decked out in plaid and denim with his warmest jacket on. “JOEL!”

“Hey kid!” He laughed as he hugged you. “How are you? How were your flights?”

“Good, good, everything was good!” You laughed as you hugged him back. “I'm so happy to see you!”

“You're by yourself?” He asked as he looked around hoping to catch a glimpse of your plus one. “Your mom told me your new beau was coming. I was hoping to meet him.” 

Sighing, you shook your head. “Duty called unfortunately. It's not every year you get picked to play KROQ’s Almost Acoustic Christmas so he had to go. He hated having to cancel on us at the last minute. But you'll meet him in the spring when you and mom come out to visit.”

“Life of a rockstar.” He smiled a bit, throwing his arm around your shoulders in a fatherly way walking you towards the baggage claim. “Let's get your stuff and head on home. Your mom's cooking your favorite tonight.” 

Christmas in LA was a lot different then Hawkins. No snow covered the ground, there was a slight crispness in the air, and the sun was still able to keep you warm during the day. The only things he hated about LA was that you weren't here with him and the layer of smog that laid over the city. 

Eddie groaned as he lifted his guitar case over his shoulder and grabbed his own suitcase from the back of the van so he could follow the rest of the boys inside of the hotel that they would be calling home for this trip. He was a little jealous of Jeff and Gareth, they were able to bring their girls with them for this trip, watching Andrea and Lizzy talk animatedly about the pretty Christmas decorations made him miss you that much more. Knowing you would be right there with the girls pointing out the cute little snowman statues that sat next to the large decked out pine tree in the middle of the lobby. 

“Just wait here guys. I'll get us all checked in,” Curtis said as he gestured for them to relax.

“You have been pouty the whole way here Eddie Bear.” Lizzy said as she broke off from Andrea to bump her hip into his. “I'm sorry you had to miss Y/N's family party for this. I know how much you wanted to be there.” 

“It happens,” He shrugged using one hand to push his sunglasses up onto the top of his head letting them get lost in his curls. “There will be more Christmas’. We both knew going into this that I would have to fly off sometimes.”

“She call you yet?” Brandon asked from his chair he found to sit down on. 

Looking at his watch he took note of the time. You should be there by now and dropping his arm he reached into his pocket to grab his phone to turn it on. “I forgot to turn it on after we got off the plane.” 

“I'm sure she left a message.” Lizzy said, rubbing his arm a bit. 

Like magic the little notification popped up showing he had a voicemail. Smiling he pressed a few buttons and held the phone to his ear, the robot voice spoke for a few seconds before your voice started. He felt like he could breathe easier knowing that you were safe on the ground and heading to your moms. “She made it. I'll call her once we get into the rooms.”

“Alright guys and gals.” Curtis said as he came back to the band with a packet of key cards in his hand, he started to pass them out to the band while he explained what was happening. “Okay, tonight we have to be at the venue to check in and get settled, tomorrow you play at eight pm, and then the rest of the week is photoshoots, a few late night tv show spots, and interviews. Then home on Christmas Eve.”

‘One day too late to be at the party.’ Nodding, Eddie grabbed the key card Curtis held out for him and followed the group as they moved towards the elevators. With all the people and their luggage all trying to load into the small space a few of the band members had to take a separate elevator. 

Coughing a little to clear his throat Jeff looked over at Eddie as he pushed the button for their floor. “I have an idea if you wanna hear it.”

“About what?” Eddie said, looking over at Jeff.  

“The guys and I have been talking and we think that after the show and a few interviews you should go to Ithaca and be with Y/N for Christmas. You can cut out early on Friday night and be there for the party on Saturday. The guys and I can handle the rest of the interviews and the TV spots.”

“Curtis will be pissed.” Eddie chuckled a bit as he thought about it.  

“We can handle Curtis.” Lizzy said, leaning her head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Plus, you do everything he asks, don’t feel bad about taking time for you.”

Biting his lip Eddie thought harder about the idea. He could do it. He’d have to look up times and spend a fortune to get there but he could do it… and seeing the look on your face would be worth the ungodly long flight and jet lag that he would be dealing with. Looking over at Jeff took a breath. “You sure it’s okay? If I just bail on you guys like that?”

“We want you too.” Jeff nodded as the elevator dinged on their floor. Looking over at Eddie he smiled. “This is your first Christmas with your girl. You should be there.”

Nodding a little the trio moved out of the small space and into the hallway of the hotel. Scratching at the back of his neck Eddie laughed a little. “Looks like I have some flights to book.”

Slapping him on the back Jeff smiled at him before he took Lizzy’s hand and together the two of them walked down the hallway towards their room. “See you later Munson.”

“Later.” Eddie smiled as he started down the other hallway towards his room. 

You smiled as Joel pulled his truck to a stop in front of the house he shared with your mom. It was a cute two story colonial with a lot of history from what you were told. You loved it here. It looked like a home out of a fairy tale. The four bedroom home was so different then your dad’s grand house in Indianapolis, it was cozy, welcoming, and made you feel at ease. You couldn’t wait to get inside and see your mom. 

“Home sweet home.” Joel smiled before he opened the car door and stepped out to grab your bags from the back of the truck. Looking at the street in front of the house he noticed a few cars sitting on the street. “Looks like your Aunt Lisa is here. Which means Jack and Annie are here. Jack’s been a little punk lately.”

“He’s like what? Fifteen now?” You ask as you follow suit and jump from the car, pulling your jacket closer around you and moving around to the side of the car to help Joel. 

“Something like that yeah,” Your stepdad said as he passed you a bag. 

With both bags now on the ground the two of you rolled the cases up the snow covered pathway to the porch, stepping to the side you let Joel open the door before you both entered the warm home. The fire burning in the fireplace keeps the cold at bay.

 “Honey!” Joel chirped as he closed the door behind you. “We’re home!”

Sounds of excitement echoed from the kitchen as the sound of rushing feet brought your attention to your mom who ran into the room straight for you. “My girl!”

Laughing, you let her take you into her arms to squeeze as you hugged her back. “Hi Mama.”

“My girl! Oh how I missed you! Come in, come in.” She took a step back and looked around the living room. “Where's Eddie?” 

“Work.” You smiled a bit. “He's sorry he can't make it.” 

“Who's Eddie?” Your cousin Annie asked as she looked up from her game console.

“Y/N's boyfriend,” Your mom said, holding her hands out for your jacket. “He's a famous rockstar.”

A snort came from Jack who was lounging halfway off the recliner in the corner of the living room with a magazine in his hands. “Yeah right. A famous rockstar.”

“He is!” Your mom said defensively. 

“It's fine mama.” You smiled at her handing her your jacket and scarf. “We don't have to prove anything to him. Let me help Joel take these upstairs and I'll be right down.” 

“Don't worry about it. I got this. You go hang out, relax, have some coffee. These will be in your room.” Joel said, waving his hand at you as you went to grab one of the cases. 

Rolling your eyes jokingly at Joel, who only chuckled at you as he started up the stairs, you let your mom drag you into the kitchen where your Aunt Lisa was pulling out some homemade chex mix from the oven. 

“Y/N!” She exclaimed, placing the hot pan on a corkboard on the counter before she tossed the oven mitt off and held her arms out for you. “Give me a hug!”

“Hi Aunt Lisa!” Moving over you to her you wrapped your arms around her giving her a big hug. “I’ve missed you!”

“You look great!” She said as she moved back to get a good look at you. 

“So do you! Where’s Uncle Tim?”

“He’s working. Last day before his holiday vacation.” Your Aunt said as she waved her hand in the air. “Aren’t you supposed to have some big rockstar with you?” 

“He’s working too. The band got invited to play a concert for a popular radio station. Couldn’t pass it up.” You smiled with a shrug, you missed Eddie but you were so proud of him.

“Is that something we can watch on the TV?” Aunt Lisa asked as she moved back towards the counter to fiddle with the chex pan.

“No, I don’t think so.” Shaking your head you moved towards the counter leaning on the other side.

“That’s too bad. I would love to see what this guy looks like!” She winked, “Your mom says he’s a really eighties rocker. Got the hair and everything. What did you say his band was?”

“I think he’s hair metal?” Your mom says as she starts up a fresh pot of coffee. 

“Thrash metal.” You corrected as you stole a still hot piece of the seasoned cereal popping it in your mouth. “Like Metallica.”

“Jack listens to them.” Aunt Lisa muttered. “Maybe he's heard of your boyfriend's band.”

“Probably,” You shrugged as you snuck a second piece. “They're pretty popular.” 

“Those are for the party!” Your mom scolded, smacking you lightly with a towel she grabbed from the counter when she turned to see you chewing. 

“Okay, okay..” You smiled cheekily at her before stealing a third piece. 

“Y/N!”

The night came and went and the day of the concert was upon the band. They sat in the trailer the radio station had provided for them, Gareth tapped his drumsticks on his leg to keep his hands busy while the others made sure their guitars and Brandon’s bass were in tune. Curtis sat there with his palm pilot in his hands, fiddling with the stylus as he checked on the band's schedule for the next few days. 

The sound of his ringing phone grabbed everyone's attention and Curtis put his phone to his ear. “Hey Allen! Give me one second.”

The band and the girls watched as he left the trailer and as soon as the door was closed Lizzy and Andrea turned towards Eddie. Andrea leaned forward to rest her arms on the back of his chair. “So did you buy those tickets?”

Smiling Eddie nodded his head a little, his hands still playing a few chords on this long loved Warlock. “Yeah. By this time next Friday I will be in the air to surprise my girl for Christmas.”

The girls squealed in joy for a moment before Andrea leaned over the back of the chair to hug him around his shoulders from behind. “Good! I would’ve killed you if you didn’t!”

Eddie chuckled as he placed his hand on Andrea’s arm giving it a few little pats. “Yeah, yeah.” 

Curtis stuck his head back into the trailer after a few minutes. “You’re on deck guys.”

Excitement ran through Eddie's veins as the band stood from their spots and headed out towards the stage. It was always the same, no matter where they perform, no matter how long they’ve been doing it, the adrenaline high they got from being on stage was something that never faded. 

All he had to do was get through this concert and a few interviews and he would be on his way to you.

That’s all he wanted. 

You spoke to Eddie a little while after the show once he was back in his hotel room, he called you to tell you how awesome it was. He was tired, he always was after a show, he put so much of himself into performing that he was usually left exhausted for a few days but he was also really amped up. You could practically feel the energy coming off him through the phone. 

“I wish you could have seen it baby! It was awesome!” Eddie gushed at you from over the phone as he flopped back onto the bed. “The crowd had so much energy, they made a mosh pit, there was almost a fight!”

“And you didn’t even want to play this concert,” You teased. You were laying on your bed with your Nokia to your ear as you cuddled up under your blankets wearing one of Eddie’s shirts that you stole for comfort.You had even spritzed it with his cologne when he wasn’t looking so it would smell like him.

“Yeah, I would still rather be with you but.. Shit it was fun babe.” 

“I’m glad, baby.” Chuckling you stared up at the ceiling trying to imagine his post concert glow, hair frizzy, covered in sweat, and a smile so bright it could outshine the lights of Las Vegas. You heard him sigh, completely content. 

“How was your day? I didn’t ask you that before I’m sorry.” 

“No, no, you’re fine baby.” You giggled, brushing it off. “Compared to yours my day was pretty boring. Went last minute christmas shopping with mom, there’s this cute little cafe in town that I think you’d like actually.”

“I can’t wait to see it one day.” ‘Maybe next Sunday when I’m in town’ Eddie thought as he smiled to himself. An idea popped into his head as he placed his hand on his stomach, phone sex was always fun. “So not to sound like a total cliche.. But… what are you wearing?”

A smirk pulled on your lips as you looked down at your body, “Oh nothing special. Just one of your shirts and some flannel pants.”

“One of my shirts huh?”

“Mhm.”

“Is your door locked?”

“It can be.” 

“Why don’t you be a good girl and go lock your door for me hmm? Then I want you to get back into bed and get comfy for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” You hummed as you removed yourself from your warm bed and towards your door, taking a moment to hear if anyone was up downstairs. Thankfully it sounded like everyone was asleep and once the lock was clicked into place you rushed back to your bed cuddling under the blankets again to keep the chill away. “All cozy now.”

“Good girl,” He praised in a sultry voice, still raspy from singing, and you felt heat start to fill your cheeks. You loved when he used that voice. “Now I am going to give you some instructions and you are going to listen to everything I say, sound good?”

“Yes, Sir,” You nodded even though you knew he couldn’t see you. 

“Are you warm enough?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Here's what I want you to do. I want you to take your pants and panties off, spread your legs, and put your fingers on that pretty little pussy of yours. But you have to be quiet, not a single sound or your can't cum got it? Don’t need to wake everyone in the house.”

“Yes, Sir.” You breathe out as you follow his instructions, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder as you shimmy out of your sleep pants and undies, kicking them to the side as you spread your legs, holding in a little gasp when you place your fingers between your folds. You could feel how wet you were getting just from hearing him command you over the phone. It felt wrong doing this in your moms house but you couldn't find it in you to care at the moment. Maybe tomorrow you would be a little ashamed but not now. 

For the next hour Eddie edged you both. You could hear him groaning, letting out little whimpers, and breathing heavily as he jerked himself off, stopping when he told you to stop so you both were on the same path towards that cliff's edge into complete euphoria. 

He could hear your breathing over the phone, how hard you were working to be a good girl for him. At one point he even had you place your phone by your cunt so he could hear the sounds as you fingered yourself. He knew you were close, he knew you like the back of his hand by now, and he knew you wouldn't survive another edge. “You ready princess? Play with that pretty clit again. Slow circles. There we go. You can make a little noise, baby. Are you close?”

“Uh huh,” You muttered. You hated how wrecked you sounded compared to him. Besides his moaning he sounded perfectly normal. 

“Uh huh," He mocked. “Brains are completely gone now. Countdown from five and you can cum.” 

Your brain broke at his words and you don't know how you did it but you were able to count down between deep breaths and once that little word left his lips you knew you were gonna be a goner. “F-four… Five...”

“Cum.” 

You did. You both did. You had to drop the phone to slap a hand over your mouth to keep in your loud whimpers as you finally fell over that edge, that twisted coil in your gut now completely unwound. All you could do was mutter ‘Thank you, thank you, thank you’ over and over again brainlessly as you heard him groan over the phone.   

Slowly you moved your hand around the bed to find the phone that was lost in your blankets until you were able to grab it and bring it to your ear again. “Holy shit.”

Eddie laughed as he heard your voice pop back up. “Damn I’m good.”

“God I hoped no one heard that.” You laughed lightly through a sigh. 

“I hope everyone heard that! Fuck should record that for the next album.” He laughed again when you scolded him.

After that night the days flew by with you wondering around town with your mom and getting your grandparents house ready for the party, while Eddie and the boys were being driven from place to place, photoshoots, interviews, TV spots and by the time Friday night rolled around he was exhausted as he packed the last remaining items into his bags so he could catch his redeye to Ithaca from Burbank. 

As far as he knew Curtis still had no idea and he was ready to have his phone off until he got to Ithaca to give him enough time to come up with what to say to his manager. Zipping up his bag he threw it over his shoulder along with his guitar, did one last check of his room and headed out of the door. 

Jeff was just about to knock when the door opened and he smiled at Eddie. “Ready to escape from LA?”

“Absofuckinlutely.” Eddie said with his own smile. “Get me out of here. I have a girl to see.”

“Curtis is in his room,” Jeff said as he walked with Eddie to the elevator. “Should be there all night, Lizzy is staying back and keeping an eye on him. She’s going to distract him if he starts to even look like he’s going to your room. We want to give you a good head start.”

“Thanks man,” Eddie said as the doors opened and they walked into it. “I owe you big time.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” Jeff shrugged as the doors closed and he pressed the button for the lobby. “Maybe you and Y/N can help me and Lizzy run away for a while.”

The two men laughed as the small room descended, taking Eddie out to the lobby and into a waiting taxi. Jeff waved as he watched the car drive away.

The day of the family party was here and you had gotten up early that morning to bake a few batches of cookies for the event. Running on a cup of coffee and only a few hours of sleep it was a mad rush getting through the day as you went about making sure you had all the presents, treats, and other things for the party ready to pack into Joel's truck to take over to your grandparents home. 

Throughout the day your family trickled into the small home until the building was so full you could barely find a place to sit. Drinks of all kinds were flowing and the place smelled delicious with all the food your grandmother, mom, and Aunts were cooking up in the kitchen. You took it upon yourself to organize the tables full of treats and other pre-dinner snacks. 

You were pleasantly surprised that not one of your family members mentioned the whole mess with your dad. It was nice to just forget about it. Soon the sun started to set and the stars peaked out through the clouds. You had tried to call Eddie a few times but all you got was voicemail. Looking at the clock you sighed as you pulled your phone out to call again but one of your Uncles came over to give you a hug.

“Hey Kiddo!” He said as he ruffled your hair a bit. “How’ve you been? Still baking?”

“Hey!” You smiled as you pushed your phone back into your pocket. “Yeah, I'm still baking! Got a little shop and everything. I made those cookies you like!”

“You spoil me!” He smiled as he took a few from the plate.

You were about to make a quip back when your phone started to ring in your pocket. Pulling it out of your pocket you smiled when Eddie’s name was flashing on the screen. “Excuse me.”

Moving away from your Uncle you pressed answer and put the phone to your ear. “I have been trying to get a hold of you all day!”

“I saw. I’m sorry baby something came up and I had to turn my phone off.” Eddie said as he pulled his rental into an open spot miraculously in front of your grandparents home. He looked through the passenger window at the crowded living room through the front window. He had to admit he was a little nervous but he shook it off. He wasn’t here for them, he was here for you. Popping open the driver door he stepped out and moved around it to lean on the passenger side one hand in the pocket of his leather jacket. “Can you do me a favor, sweetheart?”

“What?” You asked as you smiled at one of your little cousins who ran by you.

“Can you go to the front yard and just look at the stars for me? I bet it’s beautiful outside.” Slowly he started to walk up the sidewalk to the front door of the home.

“Outside?” You laughed, moving from your spot in the kitchen to grab your jacket from the closet. Slowly pulling on your coat, you waved your mom’s curious look away, as you head towards the front door. Pulling it open you stepped out of the house and stopped as you stared in shock at Eddie who was standing just three steps away from the porch with his phone to his ear. Dropping your phone you squeal and rush from the home watching as he moves forward to catch you when you practically jump from over the steps. “What are you doing here?!”

“I wanted to spend our first Christmas together.” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. Pressing the disconnect button on his phone before he pulled you in for a kiss. Leaning his forehead against yours when you both pulled back.

“But the band…” You asked, your breath leaving you in little puffs. “All your interviews…”

“Coming here was their idea. Curtis is pissed but I will deal with that later.” He smiled back at you. 

“You flew all the way over here just to be with me for Christmas?”

“Baby, I would fly across the world to be with you on a random Tuesday.” He smiled. 

You moved back a little so you could fully see him, the cold was making the tip of his nose a little red and snow was starting to collect in his hair. “How did you even know how to get here?”

“Joel.” Eddie shrugged a little. 

Shaking your head you laugh a little as you pull him back in for a kiss. Mumbling an ‘I love you’ against his lips. 

“I love you too.” He smiled and kissed you a few more times. 

A few wolf whistles and catcalls got your attention and when you both looked towards the front door you laughed as your entire family was standing there watching you, heat flaring in your cheeks as you buried your face into Eddie’s chest. Jack looked particularly shocked when he recognized Eddie. 

Laughing, your mom pushed his shoulder a little. “I told you he was famous!”

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[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Malleus Draconia Bloom Birthday Personal Story: Part 1

"Happy Birthday"

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

[Diasomnia Dorm – Birthday Party Venue]

Malleus: So, this will be the third time celebrating my birthday here at Night Raven College. I still have not adjusted to all this revelry.

Malleus: I wonder who was chosen as my presenter this year. I do hope they haven't run off in fear of me… Hm?

???: Breathe in, breathe out… Okay, let's go. EXCUSE ME!

Ace: It's Ace Trappola, your chosen presenter. Malleus-senpai, happy birthday!

Malleus: Ah, it's you. My gratitude for your well wishes. I am looking forward to this today.

Ace: Same here, please go easy on me. I'm still just a first year, so it'd be great if you could look past a mistake here and there.

Malleus: I will see what I can do.

Ace: You'll see what you can do, huh… Eh, I guess that makes me feel a bit better. Mmkay, I'll get started with the first question.

Ace: "If you could use flight magic to go anywhere, where would you like to go?”

Ace: Also, apparently you don't gotta consider limits to your magical power. Although, I don't think that's really relevant to you, Malleus-senpai.

Malleus: That is true. I have the ability to fly wherever I wish to in this world.

Malleus: Yet, even if I were to arrive where I intend, I would not necessarily be allowed to enter.

Ace: So what you're saying is… There's places even you're not able to go?

Malleus: Indeed. If magical power is of no concern, there may not be much difference in our available choices.

Malleus: After all, if I were to visit your familial home without an invitation, that would be troublesome, would it not?

Ace: Aaah, yeah… I get it. You're saying it's different from when my neighborhood friends came over wanting to hang out, huh.

Malleus: Heh. You grasped that quite quickly, Trappola.

Ace: I also already figured out one more thing from what you said just now. You already have a place in mind, don't you?

Ace: If we don't gotta worry about magical limits, then we can just ignore any of the more practical choices, right?

Malleus: I see. There may be some truth to what you say, Trappola.

Malleus: Were I allowed to travel anywhere at my own discretion… There is this one castle that comes to mind that I have been wishing to visit for a while.

Ace: A castle!! Like, you mean somewhere one of your prince or princess friends live?

Malleus: No, it has been quite some time since anyone has lived there.

Ace: Huh… So, it's a tourist spot? What kind of castle would make you want to visit so much?

Malleus: If it piques your interest, you should glance through your magical history textbook. There are paintings depicting the height of prosperity for the country in question.

Ace: PAINTINGS!? NOT PICTURES!?

Malleus: That is right. By the time humans had developed photographic technology, that country had already fallen into ruin.

Malleus: It was once considered a splendid and gorgeous castle… However, it must be fairly deteriorated now due to rain and wind.

Malleus: I am quite curious just how much of its former glory remains, of when they would hold ceremonies and balls for almost every conceivable occasion...

Malleus: I thought I would like to see with my own eyes just how much the castle has evolved through the ages, and walk the grounds myself.

Ace: Uhhh, so basically, what you're saying is… You like real old buildings?

Malleus: Simply being old is not the only consideration.

Malleus: It must a place where one can sense the presence and daily lives of those who once dwelt here.

Malleus: I quite prefer the desolate atmosphere of ruins such as that.

Part 1 (Part 2) (Part 3)

Requested by @sakurakudo

[vanjrsstuff]

Astro Invite, Ancient History

LARGO

My first race as an Astronaut War Eagle was the 1978 Astronaut invitational at the Old Horse Arena in a hot, humid Thursday afternoon in early September (which in Florida is essentially August!). We had endured two weeks of two-a-days and two team time trials. A freshman, I was one of the top JV runners on the team. Not "the" top, but one of several. I had prepared as well as I could. I had even gotten a hair cut the week before the race to help with the heat.

Most coaches and teams barely consider JV races. Nick Gailey, our head coach was not like most coaches. Indeed he was unlike any coach I had ever had or would have in my high school or college running career. He was intense. He cared about the JV race. He even noticed that I had gotten a hair cut and said something about it to my dad. He made mention of how our JV team had fared in recent years in this meet in general and against one team in particular.

Nick also had the highest respect for one of our opponents that day. Largo. I do not remember Coach Gailey dissing any team. But Coach talked about Largo with a degree of respect and admiration that dwarfed every other program in the state. And I should add that we did not have a cross country team, it was a program. Twenty five to thirty plus male runners, summer track meets, pre-season letters, a pre season team booklet, a post season results booklet, Gailey girls, Space Coast track club officials, strict in season dietary requirements, strict in season rules (no lateral movement sports, etc), team parties, etc. This was a program with a strong tradition. And Largo matched that and more. Indeed Largo had one thing more than Astronaut. State XC championships. Fortunately Largo was in a different sized school classification, they were largest division 4A while Astronaut was 3A. Maybe that allowed them to be a rival, but not a bitter rival.

If you have read this far, you are probably thinking about now here is the part about some crappy JV race that did not matter. You are right. Nothing but an opening meet JV race on the Florida east coast. A big opening meet with many of the best teams and individuals in the state. Nothing on the line but personal and team pride-and a long summer of training. If you know these schools however you may recognize a name or two on each side. Also by the end of the season Astronaut would have 3 or more JV runners run under 16:00 for 3 miles on legitimate courses. The JV team could realistically have been a top 10 team at the state meet in November.

Both teams were known for a style of running known as "pack running" and for closing fast. Old Horse Arena was a 1.5 mile course so we did 2 laps. After a long opening straightaway of 220 yards or so the first mile was a series of 3 switch backs that worked us back towards the large grass area that has the starting and finish lines and the mile and a half marker. This area also was where the crowds were. Remember, Astronaut has an XC program, not a team. At this meet there were probably over 1000 spectators, not counting XC teams, the Pep band and officials. This was no ordinary high school XC meet. By the half mile mark three Largo runners had established themselves at the front with one War Eagle (Chuck Byrd, rip). I was running with several other teammates a little further back. Phil Stephens, Guy George, ....all runners that would go on to individual and or team state medalists in the years to come. The three runners from Largo were Kevin Crawley, Brian Benedict and a kid named Basil Magee. As we came up to the mile mark we could hear no split times. They were being called, but the roar of the crowd (a JV race mind you!) was too loud. I remember the hair standing up on the back of my neck. The course turned into the back portion of the course, clear of the crowd. The roar replaced by the rasp of heavy breathing. Over the next half mile we ran thru trails to the edge of Sherwood golf course and then turned right down an old dirt road like trail before turning right to the large grass area of the 1.5 mile mark. By this time my teammates and I had closed the gap. Astronaut and Largo packs were firmly entrenched at the front. It was on. Contact had been obtained.

I do not remember the crowd as we went down that long straight past the 1.5 mile mark. The 2 mile mark was around in the grass switch backs at the half mile mark. After 2 miles we switched from pack running to "go for it" stage. We knew those switch backs from many mile repeats run and still to be run (Old Horse Arena had this course for many years; it has a relatively mild change in 1979 she to construction. Further development meant 1979 was the last year of this course). After 2 miles we switched from pack running to "go for it" stage. As we worked out way to the crowds at about a half mile to go, Brian Benedict and I seemed to pull away. I do not remember the crowd at that point as distinctly as in the first lap, but two runners from two programs, a freshman and a sophomore were making this a two man race.

As we ran in the trails and along the golf course The pace began to build. We ran side by side as the course followed a broadly curved "S" configuration with either line trees or palmetto bushes forming outer boundaries. We ran the tangents, side by side, neither wanting to back down. As we approached one pine tree, Brian on my right and the tree in my left i suddenly realized that I had to back off or surge or I was going to hit that tree. I wondered at the time if he was trying to run me into the tree-not maliciously and there was no contact, but there was no giving ground either. I thought that we were two racers fighting for every inch. I also realized that this was going to be decided on the last straightaway and not until then. We turned right to the short, tree covered road which was out of sight of spectators and serene and isolated our struggle. Then appeared from the cave of trees and immediately slowed down to make a sharp, 135(ish) degree turn around one last pine tree and headed to the finish line about 150-180 yards away. At this point I put my head down and kicked for home. I began to slowly pull away. I could feel the slow separation. I thought this race was mine. Within 75 yards to go I began to tighten up. Brian came by me strongly and pulled away for a decisive victory. This was also the first, last and only time I beat Basil Magee who was a fabulously talented runner who was way out of my league and went on to a fantastic high school career. From communication with Coach Haley, Basil is the current (almost 40 years later) school record holder for 880, mile and 2 mile (1:51.8, 4:08.8 and 9:02). I think he ran at U Tennessee in college. Brian Benedict went on to be a sub 4:20 mile in high school and ran at least in junior college at Santa Fe CC in Florida. Third place Kevin Crawely also went on to run sub 4:20 in the mile. Guy George would be 4th overall in cross country at 3A state in 1980 and Phil Stephens was a sub 4:20 miler and state runner up in the mile in 1981 in 3A.

Team results. Astronaut beat Largo 28-31. Per my scrapbook this was the first time in 7 years that Largo boys JV had "lost"- although I am not sure if the is overall or in this particular meet.

Results from the Star Advocate of Titusville: 1. Brian Benedict, L 16:20 2. Van Savell, A 16:21 3. Basil Magee, L, 16:27 4. Kevin Crawley, L 16:37 5. Guy George, A 16:51 6. Phil Stephens, A 16:51 7. Danny Treder, A 16:51 8. Danny Jones, A 16:54 9. Chuck Byrd, A 17:08 10. Anton Smallridge, L 17:13 11. Kevin Reiff, A 17:19 12. Danny Rice, A 17:23 13. Steve Lysnia, L 17:31 14. Rick Higel, L 17:34 15. Randy Settle, Titusville High, 17:35

The last finisher for Astronaut was in 95th place, suggesting over 100 runners in the JV race alone. It is amazing to me as I look at the results that the first 14 all were from only 2 schools. There were 19 scoring teams in the varsity race that day (news papers did not have all teams listed in the results section).

I went on to run many races, state championships, conference meets, regional and national championships (division 2 NCAA_ and hundreds of races over the years. But no race has been mentally re-lived or carried me through tough workouts than my first high school XC race as a freshman in JV against Brian Benedict of Largo High School. No race has captured the purity of competition or the desire of victory of that last half mile in the hot and humid Florida late afternoon in that sultry September race.

[jungwooarchives]

Bittersweet

words sounded so coldly and harshly as they left your lips, like the rain that poured outside. As you looked at him, the pain only intensified. Your words wounded him, and you felt you could say more, but you knew you had nothing left. “don’t hesitate to correct” your brain argues with your body, yet your stiff; no movement and no sign of any soon.

the slience is what drove you crazy. you stood with him, not being able to utter anything, and counted mentally until he would say something.

1 2 3 4 5

“you can choose your own path, but it’s not going to end up your way. the way you want it to.”

“who are you to predict my future” as if someone used your body to speak, you spoke a foreign rage. you lower your tone looking at him, but his eye spoke harsher than before.

“because i want to change this direction. i wanna be with you on that separate path. or else i’ll never love any one else as i watch you leave.”

“i..” stunned, you are stunned by his confession reveal. just as you he’s been keep his attraction of you far but close, forming crushes on each other secretly at the new year’s party.

“i understand-“

“please don’t understand. don’t get to know me i..” shaking heart, hands and legs you sob uncontrollably. the tears run down your cheeks without a indication of stopping. unable to quit it, you become focused to wipe away the tears but a warm hand had already beat you there.

up pressed against your skin, his hand pet your cheeks. not at all alarmed or bothered by your water works. how do you feel? how do you move on? how do you not look so desperate as he stares into you?

a chuckle breaks from his small grin he hid, you can’t deny, you jumped a little (worrying if he had read your thoughts).

“take your time-“

“stop be generous i am wasting your time,” you giggle but your heart bleeds, knowing you are indeed wasting his time. this argument, this situation could have been avoided ways back when he first invited a confession but because of your wimpish flight mode.. you dragged this longer. extending a book that was beautiful laid out to have a perfect ending.

but this isn’t a fairytale, you need to fix your fault.

“i promise you, this fight will go on no more.”

“we are fighting” he attempts to lighten the mood but the lighting roars to put him back in place. your attention grabbing him as your eyes waver across his features.

“you are excellent. you are a joy. everything you do is correct and well done. my only, and last question is why,” you take a needed inhale.

“why me?”

almost like you injured him, he is on his feet. his hand reaches out to your shoulder, for his words to be communicated but also received.

“never ask that again. you are the reason i am excellent, i strive to be excellent for you. you are the reason im a joy, i never got rid of the joy you gave me that night.” you sob, smiling like a fool as his confession rips your heart. you hate your self for delaying this moment.  

he continues smiling as he feels your love through your gaze“everything i do his correct done said completed because i want to be with you.”

like a strings attached to you, your body guide into him swiftly. an embrace that felt warm, cozy, and safe. a smell that drowned your senses straight away. clothes that had history on it. you begin to cry as you realize.. his sweater is from that night.

“i hope those are happy tears” he rubs your head ever so kindly, taking care of you.

“i adore you” you speak up.

“i love you.”

like he has waited for this, you could feel his smirk as he spoke those words.

you hold his in front of you.

“say it again” you sniff, your heart pumping.

“i love-“

“i love you” your hands cling to him, calling him at once to meet your lips.

[paperworkahoy]

Title

IT is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

“My dear Mr. Bennet,” said his lady to him one day, “have you heard that Netherfield Park is let at last?{2}”

Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.

“But it is,” returned she; “for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it.”

Mr. Bennet made no answer.

“Do not you want to know who has taken it?” cried his wife, impatiently.

“You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it.”

“He came down to see the place”

[Copyright 1894 by George Allen.]

This was invitation enough.

“Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.{3}”

“What is his name?”

“Bingley.”

“Is he married or single?”

“Oh, single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!”

“How so? how can it affect them?”

“My dear Mr. Bennet,” replied his wife, “how can you be so tiresome? You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”

“Is that his design in settling here?”

“Design? Nonsense, how can you talk so! But it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes.”

“I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go—or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better; for as you are as handsome as any of them, Mr. Bingley might like you the best of the party.”

“My dear, you flatter me. I certainly have had my share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman has five grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.”

“In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of.”

“But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into the neighbourhood.”

“It is more than I engage for, I assure you.”

“But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to go, merely on that account; for in general, you know, they visit no new{4} comers. Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for us to visit him, if you do not.”

“You are over scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very glad to see you; and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls—though I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy.”

“I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the others: and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so good-humoured as Lydia. But you are always giving her the preference.”

“They have none of them much to recommend them,” replied he: “they are all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of quickness than her sisters.”

“Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion on my poor nerves.”

“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these twenty years at least.”

“Ah, you do not know what I suffer.”

“But I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four thousand a year come into the neighbourhood.”

“It will be no use to us, if twenty such should come, since you will not visit them.”

“Depend upon it, my dear, that when there are twenty, I will visit them all.”

Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three-and-twenty years had been insufficient to{5} make his wife understand his character. Her mind was less difficult to develope. She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented, she fancied herself nervous. The business of her life was to get her daughters married: its solace was visiting and news.

[thelonely]

me: man i miss socializing and experiencing my early 20s with peers and going on adventures and trying new things and—

peers: hey come hang out with us 2night

me: no

me: not now

me:

me: man i miss socializing—

[lovebeinaprincessworld]

Challenging fate (Tom Riddle x reader)

soulmate!au

Chapter 4

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Description: There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

Warnings: making out, violence

2778 words

It’s already been over two months that you spent in the 40s and you were rapidly approaching Christmas. You and Tom spent the autumn holidays together in the castle catching up on homework (which was quite a lot because your OWLs were next spring), walking around the grounds and hiding in desolated corners of the castle to make out. Not that Tom would ever call it something like that.

It felt like he was opening up to you more and more and you could feel the soulmate bound getting stronger with every moment you spent together, giving you hope that you could succeed. Not only for the sake of the world but also for your own, because you were getting more and more sure that you couldn’t ever go back and live without him.

Slughorn was having one of his eloquent parties for the first time this year, making his club members bring a date and of course you were going with Tom. Not that you wanted to, Slughorns parties were probably just as much of a wreck as they were in the future when Cormac convinced you to accompany him.

Giving your makeup its finishing touches you took one last look in the mirror, and then made your way down the stairs, satisfied with your look. Elsie was already waiting in the commonroom for you, having been invited by Abraxas (probably because she was an Abott, but she was excited so you were happy for her) and so you two left through the exit.

Tom and Abraxas were already waiting for you in the corridor and as soon as you were in reach, your soulmate pulled you into his arms. „You look ravishing“, he complimented you with a genuine smile, taking your hand and kissing it softly while maintaining eyecontact, making you flustered. He knew exactly how to push your buttons, damn. „You don’t look to bad yourself“, you smiled shyly looking at his elegant dressrobes and he kissed your cheek before leading you to Abraxas and Elsie with and arm around your waist.

When you arrived at the party Slughorn immediately came over as soon as he spotted you standing at a table in the corner and greeted his favorite student. „Ah Tom, I see you brought company! It’s nice to have you here Miss Granger“, Slughorn greeted you and eyed both of you with curiosity. You knew that he knew you were Toms girlfriend, but knowing Slughorn he hoped to get more information out of you two. He probably also thought Tom could do a lot better based on your performance in his class.

„Yes of course Professor, I trust you know Miss Granger. She is my girlfriend“, he smiled politely and Slughorn nodded along. „Yes of course, always a pleasure to have you in my class Miss Granger“, he said with a quick glance to you. Liar. But you could tell he wasn’t satisfied. „But tell me, are the rumors true my boy? Are you two really…?“, he let his unfinished question hang in the air and gestures between you two. „Yes sir, (Y/N) is my soulmate“, Tom confirmed and you suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at Slughorns curiosity.

„Ah how splendid indeed! You two really make a marvelous pair“, he seemed satisfied at last. „Oh Tom, let me introduce you to Mister Griffiths, he’s the Junior Assistent to the Minister“, Slughorn took of and expected Tom to follow him, but he looked back to you. „I’m going to be alright Tom, go“, you giggled and he nodded before kissing you on the cheek and following Slughorn.

Abraxas and Elsie had joined you after a minute or so and you were talking about the weird looking fella in the dark corner who looked ready to implode, when someone wrapped his arm around you from behind. „I’m sorry it took so long, Slughorn introduced me to more than one person after all“, Tom said close to your ear, making you shiver. You turned to him and gave him a reassuring smile.

„Cut him some slack, I mean he had to flaunt his star student to all these successful people“, you smiled and he couldn’t help but smile back. Right at that moment a camera flashed and you looked around to see the second year that was taking pictures tonight going on his merry way.

„Do you think we could get a copy of that?“, you wondered and finally looked back up at Tom who was already watching you. „I’ll make sure you get one“, he said with a smile, tugging a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

You were one of the last to leave the party, Slughorn not letting Tom escape so easily. Abraxas and Elsie had already left an hour ago, but finally Tom was able to bid his goodbye to his teacher, saying he had to escort me back to my commonroom. „Don’t forget to be a gentleman and protect her honor Tom!“, were Slughorns last words and you gagged internally because of that sexist bullshit.

Tom just nodded along politely and finally you stepped out of the room and made your way down the corridor. „God I’m so glad to be out of there“, you groaned and leaned your head against Toms upper arm. „What you didn’t enjoy it?“, Tom chuckled caressing the back of your hand. „I always enjoy spending time with you, Slughorn just can be really overwhelming sometimes“, you yawned and noticed that you were going the wrong way.

„This isn’t the way to the Hufflepuff commonroom“, you said confused and looked up. „I thought we could take a small detour to the Astronomy tower, there’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight“, he explained as you reached the stairs to the tower. „But it’s already after curfew and we’re only allowed to make our way back to our commomrooms after the party“, you said a little unsure and really not wanting to get detention.

„Come on love, I’m a prefect“, Tom rolled his eyes and helped you up the last few steps of the tower that were a little broken and not easy to navigate with your heels. „You’re not supposed to abuse your power you know“, you giggled and you two stood at the railing, looking up at the starry nightsky.

Tom stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest and making you smile contentedly. „You‘re worth abusing my power for“, he chuckled and you turned your head slightly to look in his face. Before you could answer he had already captured your lips with his, turning you around in the process.

He moved his mouth against yours softly, holding your cheek with one hand while gripping your waist firmly with the other. You loved the way he always held you so close, making you feel protected and safe, while kissing you senseless. Your own hands were gripping the front of his dressrobes, not caring if you wrinkled them and just needing something to hold onto when his tongue gently traced your lips and you slightly opened your mouth to meet it with yours.

You were always suprised when Tom was the one to deepen your kisses, as he was very persistent to not compromise your honor and always stopped before any serious fooling around could happen. You had to admit it was kind off sweet that he didn’t pressure you into anything, but you wouldn’t complain if you two did at least a little more.

Pulling away panting, you still had your eyes closed and before you could say anything you felt his lips on your neck. Suprised your eyes shut open, but closed again immediately when you felt him littering kisses all over your neck and down to your collarbone. “Tom”, you sighed, running your fingers through his neatly styled hair.

When he found the spot right under your collarbone that made you grip his hair tighter - the spot that was dangerously but excitingly close to the swell of your breasts - he started to suck on it gently, softly kissing it every few seconds and you let out a quiet moan. You couldn’t believe Tom Riddle was giving you a hickey. Your moan seemed to pull him back into reality and he detached his lips from you hesitantly.

You were still a little out of breath and blushed heavily when he stood up to his full height again, looking at you with a smirk. “You look so pretty right now”, he whispered and you averted your gaze shyly. His lips found your cheek and then he pulled you flush against his chest and whispered into your ear: “All mine.”

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The castle could be kinda scary, especially when it started to get dark early and curfew neared. Normally you avoided walking around alone (at the moment anyway), the Slytherin girls liked to corner you when they got the chance - which they didn’t get too often thankfully. But that evening you forgot your Herbology book in the library and you needed to finish that essay today, otherwise you’d get a T on it so you had no choice.

Rounding a corner, nearly being there, you skidded to a halt - coming face to face with Olive Hornby and her posse. “Look who we have here girls”, she laughed and her little friends joined in. This wasn’t going to end well, was it. “If it isn’t the little mudblood who thinks she’s Toms soulmate”, she continued taunting you and pulled out her wand. You were reaching for yours too, but she raised hers threateningly making you freeze in your motion.

“Don’t even think about it you filthy whore”, she spat and the girls behind her took out their wands too, making you take a step back. “I told you this before, leave Tom alone and stop lying about being his soulmate. We all know you did something to make him act like that. But you don’t seem to be listening so I think we need to teach you a little lesson, making sure that it sticks this time”, she grinned horribly and before you could defend yourself she pulled out a knife and the other girls stepped up to you and grinned, grabbing you and holding you in place.

Full on panicking now you tried to reason with her, eventhough you knew it was in vain. “Please Olive, I didn’t do anything!”, you cried out when she pulled up your skirt to expose your thigh. “I’m not lying!”, you shouted as she got close to your skin, but she was relentless. “Shut her up”, she spoke coldly and the brown haired girl to your right clamped your mouth shut.

And then you felt her dig into your flesh with the sharp knife, your screams being muffled by the hand on your mouth. But she wasn’t done after one cut, and the tears were streaming down your cheeks, your throat starting to hurt from your screaming and you were just mentally begging for Tom to feel something was wrong and rescue you. To hell with that, you were begging for just anybody to notice the situation and help you.

No energy left to scream anymore you were just sobbing into the girls hand, when Olive finally seemed to be done and the girls let you go, your body immediately crumbling on the floor. “Let that be a reminder”, Olive whispered in your tearstained face and the group left you there, their laughter fading in the hallway.

You stayed there, leaning against the wall with blood running down your thigh. Your eyes focusing on your wound, you realized she carved the word liar into your thigh and you choked up, just hoping that it could be healed without leaving a scar. Calling you mean names and shit, okay you could handle that. But this? Merlin, this was something else, you thought pulling down your skirt in shame.

You were trying to get yourself to stand up, but with the pain in your leg you weren’t sure you could even move. Turns out you didn’t have to, because Tom came striding down the hallway, seeing you sit there in your own blood, with tears still falling. His face became almost unrecognizable with the anger that took over, and for the first time you did get why people were scared of him.

“I knew something was wrong, what happened?”, his voice was sharp and on edge and he knelt down next to you. Not yet finding your voice, you lifted a shaking hand and pulled up your skirt, showing him the letters on your skin. He immediately scowled at your leg, pulling out his wand and muttering an incarnation under his breath, the word slowly healing and the pain fading away until there was only a dull ache left.

With another flick of his wand, he cleaned up the blood and instead of trying to get more information out of you, he helped you up onto your shaky legs. Eventhough the pain and wound were gone, you were still shaken to the core. But before you could try and take a step Tom gently picked you up and started walking down the corridor. “You don’t have to-“, you started to whisper but he interrupted you, his hard gaze still fixed infront of you: “I do.”

Turning another corner, he pushed open the door to a seemingly abandoned classroom. The chairs were stacked onto the few desk that were placed messily around the room, cobwebs were hanging onto every surface and the dust was at least a finger thick on the windowsills, laying there untouched. Tom spotted a bay window in the corner, which was lined with a few pillows that he cleaned with a flick of his head, and you were astonished. You really understood for the first time that he wasn’t only smart, but how powerful he really was, performing wandless nonverbal spells at that age (or ever).

Carefully he set you down and lit the candles that were sitting on various surfaces around you- again with a tiny head movement. Then he turned his attention back to you, his eyes deadly, looking as if he was ready to murder someone. “Who did this?”, he asked quietly, radiatiating so much dominance without even raising his voice.

“It-“, your voice broke, sore from your screaming and you cleared your throat. “It was uhm Hornby”, you answered him with a strained voice, your throat hurting and you pulled your feet up on the cushion, hugging yourself. “I am going to kill her”, he seethed suddenly losing the cool demeanor he put on before, and you winced.

He was about to turn around, but you pushed through the pain: “Tom!” At the sound of your desperate voice he stopped in his track, seemingly debating if he should go after whoever hurt his soulmate or comfort his soulmate because she was hurt. “Please”, you whispered - because no matter how much you hated Olive, you didn’t want anything (life threatening) to happen to her - and he raised his eyes, meeting yours.

You just raised your arms and that was the last push he needed to come back, gently pulling you into his arms and sitting next to you, holding you firmly. You buried your face in his chest and now that you were finally in the safety of your soulmates arms, the adrenaline wore off and the tears that you held back were silently falling.

“What did she say?”, he asked and you contemplated not telling him, but then again you wanted to get it out, feeling like it would help you. “She…she said I should leave you alone”, your hoarse voice being the only sound in the room, “and to stop lying about being your soulmate.” You could feel his heart speed up and his body slightly tensing up with rage, but he stayed silent and continued holding you.

“Please love, don’t let them get to you, you are my soulmate no matter what they say”, he told you with a soft voice, “Hornby is just bitter that no one is interested in her so she seems to be hallucinating her own reality.” That did in fact get a small giggle out of you and Tom kissed your forehead and continued holding you late into the night.

You couldn’t hold him off of Hornby forever though, and so when you saw Hornsby stepping into the Hall for breakfast the next morning she (and her posse) looked shaken to the core, constantly flinching at every little thing, eventhough there weren’t any physical marks and you worried what Tom and his gang did to them.

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“I heard he studied in Germany for a few years”

“Oh yeah, I heard that too. I also heard his family is really rich and he can speak like 4 languages”

“But he has a girlfriend though”

“Says who?” one of the girls defensively asked back, school gossip will never be unavoidable. One way or another, people will always find something to talk about. 

You can’t help but snicker under your breath. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop in their conversation, they just happen to talk really loud

“I just heard, word has it they’re actually childhood friends” bestfriends 

“and they’ve been together for like a while now. He takes her everywhere” 3 years and counting, and yes he always invites you when his family goes on trips and vice versa. You’re convinced both of your mother’s already have your wedding planned out since you were born. 

“Then how come I haven’t seen her? Maybe they broke up” the girl who was acting a bit defensive earlier asked again. 

Just then you felt your phone vibrate

Yangbaby: what do you want for lunch?

You: I’ll have what you’re having, can I have coke zero though?

Yangbaby: copy that, I’ll get you dessert too😘

You smile at your bestfriend’s text. No amount of rumors or naysays will ever make you doubt him. He has never given you any reason to. Even now, hearing those words up close and in person you didn’t feel the need to clarify anything. 

Not that you owe them an explanation. 

Gathering your stuff on the table, mind already excited to have lunch with your bestfriend. 

“Maybe I should ask him out” were the last words you heard from behind you but you didn’t say a word, walking out of the room ready to spill the tea to your bestfriend

When you got to where Yangyang was waiting, he already had your lunches out. “Were you waiting long?” you asked him, taking the vacant seat beside him, he knows you’d rather sit beside him than across. Smiling over at you before giving your food. 

“No, here’s your lunch mi’lady” he jokes

“Thank you, kind sir. So how was your class?” it’s his first year in this campus, finally he caved in and transferred to your campus. Even though you both promised you won’t be the type of couple that has to be together anywhere and everywhere, he still ended up enrolling at your school. 

It also happens that this place offers a great music program that he’s interested in, but mainly he’s happy he got to be closer to you. 

“Good, I’m invited to host a mixer and I have this production assignment I have to do outside campus”

“Sounds like you’re having fun” you’re not worried about him having a hard time adjusting, Yangyang is a very extroverted laid back guy, you leave him for five minutes at a party and you bet he’ll be bestfriends with someone by the time you get back. 

“Told you it was a good idea to transfer”

“As long as you’re happy with your decision then I’m happy too” you tell him seriously, he smiles warmly at you. Even now, even after all these years his smile still makes all the butterflies in your stomach flutter away. 

“Oh I have something to tell you before I forget”

“Spill the tea, sis” he indulges you, you are indeed without a doubt the best of friends. 

“There’s this group of girl in my class, they were talking about you”

“Were they cute?” you glared at him, your boyfriend just laughs at you then gave your nose a pinch

“Kidding, go on continue with your story”

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. They were talking about you, well about us. Turns out it’s still a mystery who you’re dating” he laughs at your reaction, you weren’t mad or annoyed. 

“I literally bring you everywhere with me”

“That’s what they said! Oh my gosh, maybe you do bring me everywhere. Do we really spend that much time together?”

“Not enough so it seems, if they don’t know who you are. We were literally making out at that party last Friday” that earned him a pinch on the side 

“What?! It’s true, where’s the lie in what I said?” he asked back, securing both of your hands in his to stop you from pinching him again

“Does it bother you?” he asks, this time his tone more serious

“That we made out?”

This time he’s the one glaring at you, “No, I would be offended by that but I could tell you enjoyed it just as much”

“Moving on, what was your question again?”

“Does it bother you that they were talking about us?”

“No, why would it? It’s not harming me or you, as long as they respect boundaries then I don’t have a problem with that. I have no control over people who talk about other people”

“You’d tell me if it bothers you, right?”

You nod at him, he lets go of your hand then tucked a strand of hair that fell on your face “You’re still the cutest girl for me”

“I knew it, you have a crush on me”

“Since 3rd grade, thank you for noticing” he retorts, turning to face front again. He feels you hug him sideways, kissing him on the cheek. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I had a crush on you too”

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I am the Celestial of Death Chap. 1; Return to the Shire

*Author’s note*

Ask and you shall receive as promised, here we begin the sequel to my The Celestial and the Company series (so to any new readers out there, read that series first then click back here to read the continuing adventures).  So not really any warnings here because we’re getting into Bilbo’s 111th birthday celebration so things will start off happy and peaceful and then the drama shall ensue.

Now think I’ll stop typing this author’s note and let you all start reading. Enjoy the long awaited sequel of The Celestial and the Company everybody!

NEXT CHAPTER

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A new millennia of Middle Earth, well a year after a new millennia but still nonetheless it is a new thousand year reign and today called for a special occasion.  My last visit to the Shire was just 3 years ago ago but even for as short of a time it is, it felt like an eternity.

I was resting in the back of a cart sleeping in the form of a cat listening to the song of an old friend.  Yep, Gandalf the Grey to be exact.  I had been sent word of Gandalf’s trip to the Shire for a very special occasion, for today was Bilbo Baggins’ 111th birthday, the oldest Hobbit to ever live.

As Gandalf continued to sing his own little tune under his breath, urging the single horse carriage onward that’s when a voice spoke up.

“You’re late!” my ear twitched and I looked up and there stood another one of my favorite Hobbits, Frodo Baggins, the adopted nephew of Bilbo.  Gandalf stopped the horse and slowly turned to Frodo to lecture him.

“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.” I watched as the two of them softly glared at each other before a wide smile spread across both their faces and they began laughing.

“It’s wonderful to see you Gandalf!” Frodo exclaimed as he jumped onto the cart to embrace the old wizard.  Gandalf laughed joyously as he hugged the dark haired hobbit back.

“You didn’t think we’d miss your uncle Bilbo’s birthday hmm?”

“We?” Frodo questioned.  That’s when I let out a loud meow and shapeshifted back to my normal form and said.

“I see you always give Gandalf all the love and never leave any for me dear Frodo.”

“Hela!” he turned around and embraced me.  I laughed and kissed the hobbit’s head before ruffling his hair.

“Look at you Frodo, growing up so fast. Pretty soon you’ll be as tall as an elf at the rate you’re growing.”

“You know that can’t happen.” He chastised himself.

“Can’t happen?! Poppycock Frodo Baggins, didn’t Bilbo ever tell you about his great, great, great, great uncle Bullroarer Took was so large, he could ride a horse such as this one?” I said pointing to the horse in front of our carriage.

“He may have mentioned it once or twice when telling me of the family history.”

“Then don’t doubt that for a second.” I said as I booped his nose and Gandalf urged the horse onward once more.  “Speaking of you Bagginses, how is old Bilbo doing these days?” I asked.

“Yes. We hear it’s going to be a party of special magnificence.” Gandalf said as I adjusted Frodo on my lap as I sat next to Gandalf now.

“You both know Bilbo. He’s got the whole place in an uproar.” Gandalf and I softly chuckled.  I nodded in agreement while Gandalf held his pipe between his teeth.

“Well that should please him.” Gandalf replied.

“Half the Shire’s been invited, and the rest of them are turning up anyway.” Frodo said to us which made us all laugh.  As we rode on, our conversations continued to grow. Frodo asking me where all I have been since I last visited the Shire, whom all I’ve met and the places I’ve been. I told him I would do my story time about my own adventures at Bilbo’s party for I indeed had a story to tell.

Soon the familiar green rolling hills and hobbit holes came into view as we rode over the pathway.  I also began to notice a distant look in Frodo’s eyes, and his mind appeared to be running like a volcano about to combust.

“Something on your mind Frodo?” I asked him.

“Well, to tell you the truth. Bilbo’s been a bit odd lately.” Gandalf and I looked at him, about to speak up when Frodo said, “I mean, more than usual. He’s taking to locking himself in his study. He spends hours and hours poring over old maps when he thinks I’m not looking. He’s up to something.” I hummed softly.

For my few visits to the Shire, I did notice a slight change to Bilbo’s character, he’s been a bit secretive up to the point of paranoia. Not to mention that ever since the incident with the goblins in the Misty Mountains 60 years ago, he’s seem to grow fond of fiddling with his pockets.

Frodo and I turned to Gandalf who was acting suspicious himself. Smoking his pipe and clearing his throat acting like he was trying to hide something from us.

“Alright then keep your secrets.” Frodo said with a slight grin.

“What?” Gandalf said taking his pipe out of his mouth.

“But I know you had something to do with it.”

“Good gracious me.” Gandalf muttered again.

“Before you came along, we Baggins were very well thought of.” Frodo then began to explain.

“Oh indeed you were.” I said.

“Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected.”

“If you’re referring to the incident with the Dragon, I was barely involved.” More like not involved, you left our journey at the gates of Mirkwood.  “All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door.”

“Whatever you did, you both have been officially labeled disturbers of the peace.” My jaw dropped.

“Including me?”

“Afraid so Hela.” I playfully glared at Gandalf and said.

“And this is what I get for traveling with wizards. Come join the adventure he says, you’ll have a bigger calling he says.”

“Oh hush young Celestial! But I was right about the Quest. It did open up new friends to you.” I smiled fondly thinking back to the Dwarvish company and the memories I had with Fili and Kili.  I even stroked my braids that I kept of theirs, not once have I allowed those braids to come undone since their death at Ravenhill.

“True. But now I’ll have to redeem myself to the eyes of the Hobbit elders. The only Celestials to cause that level of trouble were Kingo and Sprite. They’ll never hear the end of it if they know an entire race has labeled me as such a title.”

Riding further into the Shire, I soon began to hear the sound of children exclaiming Gandalf’s name as well as my own.  The children began to gather together chasing after the cart telling Gandalf to unveil his famous fireworks and for me to do a little Celestial magic myself.

“Fireworks Gandalf, Magic flowers Hela.” Were their repeated sayings.  I turned to Gandalf who just looked ahead not even hearing their wishes.  The children soon stopped running and just stood there sadly.

Soon the booming and crackling of fireworks creating wavy lines, and with a flick of my wrist and the glow of Cersei’s gem, the flowers surrounding one particular hobbit home began to dance and come alive.  The children all cheered happily as Gandalf and I both smiled and gave each other a high five.

“Gandalf, Hela. I’m glad you’re both back.” Frodo said as he stood up from my lap.

“So are we Frodo.” I told him as I gave his cheek a kiss and he hopped off the cart and waved goodbye to us and we waved back to him.

“So are we.” Gandalf muttered with a smile.  After about ten minutes we finally came to the very Hobbit Hole we were searching for, Bad-End, the home of Bilbo Baggins himself.  Gandalf eased the horse to a halt and he got off first before extending his hand out to me.

“Thank you Mithrandir.” I said in a posh tone as I got off the cart as well.  We walked up to the gate and saw that there was a sign nailed up to it that read:

NO ADMITTANCE

Except on Party business

Gandalf opened the gate and allowed me to walk in first then he followed behind me.  I hopped up the steps, excitement in each step as I gave a knock at the door.

“No thank you!” Bilbo’s voice snapped. “We don’t want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations!”

“And what about very old friends?” Gandalf said.  The green door opened and there stood my first and dearest Hobbit friend, Bilbo Baggins.

“Gandalf? Hela?”

“Bilbo.” I greeted warmly with a smile as I held my arms out.

“My dear Hela! Gandalf!” Gandalf and I knelt down to his height as he embraced us both at the same time.

“Good to see you. One hundred and eleven years old who would believe it?” Gandalf said.  The three of us separated from each other and I said as I cupped Bilbo’s cheek gingerly in my hand.

“There must be some Celestial youth in you my dear hobbit.”

“She’s right. You haven’t aged a day.” Bilbo looked at the both of us with such love and affection, I even noticed some tears in his eyes.  We all softly laughed before Bilbo invited us in with a warm smile and a pep in his step.

“Come on come in! Welcome, welcome.” I was the first to duck under the door followed by Gandalf.  He closed the door as soon as Gandalf came in.  He then came up to Gandalf and offered to take his hat and staff before offering us a drink. “Tea, or perhaps something a little stronger? I’ve got a few bottles of the Old Winyard left. 1296, very good year. Almost as old as I am.” Bilbo placed Gandalf’s things against a coat rack before scattering off further into his home. “It was laid down by my father. What’s say we open one ehh?”

“Just tea, thank you.” Gandalf said before hitting his head once again on the chandelier candle.

“Think I’ll just have some milk if you’ve got any Bilbo.” I called out to him.

“Of course Hela.” I then heard a thud and a groan from Gandalf and I said to him.

“Still hitting yourself along the ceiling? I remember when we came here with the Company you kept hitting your head at every first turn of the house.”

“Still always need to get used to the height hobbit holes are.” Gandalf said.  As we walked along, remembering every room Bilbo had in this home of his, we soon came into his study as Bilbo went on a ramble of food and drink and being unprepared for our sudden visit.

It was then I came across a familiar portion of a map.  I set aside the other maps and picked up the framed map to see it was the Map of Erebor.  The very map Gandalf gave to Thorin.  My lip slightly quivered as I stroked the delicate paper gingerly.

“They’ve missed you a great deal according to Balin when last I came here with him.” Gandalf told me.

“I wish I could’ve visited them more than I did. I missed them just as much. How are they all? Last I heard of Balin he, Ori and Oin tried to reclaim Moria.”

“And they did. They did just that.” Gandalf told me.

“Good, that’s good. And I assume Balin took the seat as Lord of Moria?” he nodded.  “Good, that’s good. A dwarvish kingdom like that deserves to be back under the ruling of the Dwarves. Especially after Thror couldn’t do that for them so long ago.”

“I could make you some eggs if you’d like Hela and—Gandalf?” I looked behind me to see that Gandalf was gone.  Wait where—

“Just tea thank you.” Gandalf said as he suddenly peeked out from the kitchen.

“Oh, right. And Hela what about you? Sponge cake?”

“Sure if you don’t mind. Always does go good with milk.” I said. “Now Gandalf you sure you don’t mind seeing Bilbo and I eat before you?”

“Not at all Hela my dear girl. You and Bilbo go ahead and eat.” I then sat myself when an angry knock came at the door.  Bilbo immediately jumped back and hid himself.

“Bilbo!” a woman’s voice exclaimed out.  “Bilbo Baggins!”

“I’m not at home!” Bilbo hissed quietly at us.  He crept up towards the window as he told us, “It’s the Sackville-Bagginses.”

“I know you’re in there!” the woman, Mrs. Sackville-Bagginses snapped.

“They’re after the house. They’ve never forgiven me for living this long. I’ve got to get away from these confounded relatives hanging on the bell all day not giving me a moments peace!” Bilbo rambled on quietly as he came back over to us and stood by the small kitchen window.  “I want to see mountains again, mountains Gandalf and Hela. And then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, tea and milk and the sponge cake.” He began prepping the tea as Gandalf said.

“So you mean to go through with your plan then?”

“Yes, yes, it’s all in hand. All the arrangements are made.” Bilbo said to Gandalf as he picked his kettle up with both hands.  Gandalf picked up the lid from his cup for Bilbo to pour, he thanked the wizard and he said.

“Frodo suspects something.”

“Course he does. He’s a Baggins! Not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle.”

“You will tell him, won’t you?” Gandalf asked.

“Yes, yes.” Bilbo said impatiently as he poured my milk into a different cup before handing it to me.

“You know he is very fond of you Bilbo. Has been ever since you’ve agreed to take him under your Guardianship.” I said to him.

“I know.” Bilbo answered me in a soft whisper.  “He’d probably come with me if I asked him. I think, in his heart, Frodo’s still in love with the Shire. The woods, the fields. Little rivers.” Bilbo’s voice trailing off as he walked back over to the kitchen window where the sponge cake was.

There was such a distance of his voice yet it also held some sorrow in it.

“I’m old, Gandalf and Hela. I know I don’t look it, but I’m beginning to feel it in my heart.” Once again I caught sight of his index and thumb shoved deep into his pocket fiddling with something, something that was radiating something—fell. “I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday, a very long holiday. And I don’t expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.” He continued as he finally sat down.

I reached out and took Bilbo’s old, wrinkled hand in mine. He snapped out of his daze to look at me.  I gave him a warm, soft look with my eyes as I transferred a healing touch to Bilbo’s weary head and heart.  A trick I learned from brother Cain.  He gave me a soft reassuring smile as his other hand came on top of mine giving it a pat.

“Now Hela, you said you wanted sponge cake with your milk?”

“I can get it this time Bilbo, you just stay seated and continue your meal.” I stood up as Bilbo said.

“Now you know I don’t mind getting up for my guests.”

“I know, but you also know how I don’t mind serving myself. I maybe a guest but I’m not useless nor crippled so no need to treat me as such.” I responded as I grabbed the sponge cake and sat back down before grabbing a knife and fork to cut the cake apart for Bilbo and myself.  The three of us enjoying our meal and drink as we caught up with one another for the rest of the afternoon.

As the sun began to set, a half hour before Bilbo’s birthday party would begin, the two men were out on Bilbo’s porch smoking their pipes while I volunteered to do the dishes and clean the place up a bit.  I dried off the last dish and stacked it to the side to dry before heading outside to join the two of them.

“Dishes are all done Bilbo. And not a single one was thrown about this time nor knife blunt.” I teased him as he remembered back when the Company of Thorin Oakenshield came over.

“Bless you Hela you are an angel.” He thanked me.

“Not quite but I get what you mean.” I lovingly patted his head just as Gandalf made a boat with his pipe smoke and blew it through the smoke ring I knew Bilbo had made.  As it sailed through the ring before disappearing Bilbo said to us.

“My old friends, this will be a night to remember.”

[rafescoke]

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Can I please request a rafe x reader based on that song need to know by doja cat.

Basically the reader heard rumors about the rafe’s and he’s past with his ex. Basically all saying how he was a 10/10 on bed. The reader is furious but sad and quickly confronts the rafe. You can choose the ending. Smut or fluff ending!!

Also pls post the rafe x reader, jj fic with the 19 chapters plsssss!!!! I beg you!

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#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: The reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: Straight smut, hella angst, substance, swearing, Rafe being a total dick

A/N: this one shot’s too long but i hope you will love it. i poured all my love into this however this isn’t my best work and im sorry!! 

p.s, i’m always open for requests <3

“Hey! thanks for coming,” Topper smiled, hugging Rafe’s side before kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks. He ushered them both to the middle of the ongoing party, to the centre where all of Rafe’s friends were hanging out. 

(Y/N) is never a fan of parties, especially the ones that she will have to tug on Rafe’s collars for them to finally enjoy the night alone. However, she passed up the chance of watching netflix with her partner tonight to go to Topper’s birthday party, since, it was, well, Topper’s celebration. 

If it had not been for Topper, she wouldn’t even bat an eye to this party, especially when she knows the amount of girls silently crushing on her boyfriend of 6 months now. Rafe’s incredibly handsome, with his hair messily parted and his blue eyes shining everytime they’re exposed to the glowing sunlight of Obx. . .  (Y/N) couldn’t justify why he would even choose her. 

“What are you thinking?” Rafe playfully groaned, pulling his girlfriend’s waist near him. His fingers played with the hem of her dress, giggling when she hissed, swatting his hands away. “Seriously. You’ve been quiet since we got out of the car.”

“I just don’t like the attention’s you’re getting tonight,” she sighed, rolling her eyes when Rafe poked her, an amused expression plastered on his face. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’re this proud prick.”

Rafe laughed, throwing his head back, his hands still around her waist. She waited for him to regain his posture before kissing his cheeks. 

“Go and find Topper. I know you want to kiss him.”

“Not as much as I want to kiss you,” Rafe replied, laughing again when (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at him before walking away to go and get some drinks for herself. In truth, Rafe doesn’t understand why she would feel so inferior towards other girls; she’s simply the most beautiful girl he’ve ever laid his eyes on. No one can ever compare to (Y/N), and that’s for sure.

(Y/N) muttered a thanks when someone handed her a beer, standing on her toes to search for her friends. When she couldn’t see any of them, she began making her way towards Rafe and Topper. She decided that instead of waiting alone in the resting area of the club while everybody else is socialising, she would rather listen to whatever Rafe and his friends were conversing, knowing that somehow she’ll find something interesting in the discussion.

That was when she bumped into a figure, causing the person to drop the drink they were holding onto her front dress. (Y/N) groaned, not liking how she was already ruining the branded new dress she bought with Rafe. The smell of strong alcohol wafted into her nostrils, causing her to scrunch her nose.

“Watch where you’re going,” the person said, and  (Y/N) rolled her eyes before finally leaving the scene, not wanting to stir any unnecessary drama. She knows it will always end up dirty and Rafe will have to calm her down in the car. 

(Y/N) pushed her way through the swarm of sweaty bodies as the dress reeked with alcohol clung onto her body, and she momentarily regretted her choice of wearing a skin tight short sequin dress to a club where dropping drinks on someone is just something that is bound to happen.

She sighed when she finally reached the bathroom, quickly washing her stains with the cheap toilet paper. It left some white bits on her dress when she finally removed them, and she groaned again before washing the fabric under the running water. Her day was going totally bad, and she dreamed of the night she could’ve spent with Rafe if only Topper wasn’t born on yesterday’s date 19 years ago. 

“That’s what I’m saying!” a loud voice shrieked, followed by group of shrill laughs. “God, I really wish I’m still with him.”

(Y/N) raised her brows at the familiar voice, but thought none of it. Topper wouldn’t invite Rafe’s ex, he knows what she did to him. There was no way she was allowed to be in the private part of the club, unless someone had brought her as their plus one. 

(Y/N) shook her head at the thought, trying to focus on the stains that seemed to be making everything hard for her.

“He has this habit of running his fingers through his hair when he’s receiving head,” the voice continued, and  (Y/N) stopped in her tracks.

That’s exactly Rafe. Whoever the voice was, she was talking about Rafe. Rafe has this habit of running his long fingers through his hair while he’s whimpering, and it always drives (Y/N) crazy. 

She thought nothing of it, thinking about the possibility of another guy doing the same thing. It’s a common thing anyways; she wasn’t going to pull the crazy jealous girlfriend card that night.

She turned to pull another tissue paper, her ears still intently listening to the group of friends who seemed to not mind receiving any attention from their bold topic. 

“Now he’s with that (Y/L/N) girl. I honestly don’t get why he would be with her. Oh and-” the voice squealed, “Do you know that Rafe called me when they were talking?” 

What?

“What?” her friends asked in disbelief, and  (Y/N) didn’t move a muscle. She pressed her back against the tiled walls, listening close. Her heartbeat beat faster, and she could feel her head getting lighter.

“Yes! It was like, the first month they started getting close? He told me he couldn’t get over me and that he tried everything including finding me in her.”

(Y/N) felt the walls closing in, and quickly got to her feet to splash some water onto her face. She felt like dying right then and right there, but she knew she had to at least hear more to, now identified, Rafe’s ex girlfriend.

“He drove to my house and we just talked, you know. . . and then he told me something, and I refused. He got mad, I guess, and we fought like always, and he left me to be with that girl until today. Kinda sucks to be her, you know? Like the second choice kind of thing?” she continued, an amused tone lacing in her voice.

At that point,  (Y/N) had heard enough. She walked towards the exit as fast as her heels could take her, not stopping to stay goodbye to her now approaching friends. She could feel her hot tears crashing down, but she didn’t feel like crying in the club and having random strangers coming up to her to soothe her down.

When the night breeze hit her square on the face as she finaly exited the suffocating club, she let out the hardest cry ever as she tried to find any available taxis through her tears. There were none, seeing that it was only 9 p.m. and people had just starting to arrive, so she decided to walk to nowhere until she finds any yellow vehicle.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” a voice called out from behind her, and she turned when a hand pulled her shoulder. “What the fuck? Are you okay? Where’s Rafe?”

“Kelce, I’m not feeling good. I just want to go home, okay? Please, oh my god. I can’t do this right now,” she cried, covering her eyes with her palm. Kelce pulled her into a side hug, allowing her tears on his new t-shirt. When she finally soothed down, he tried to find an answer in her face again.

“What happened?”

“I can’t tell you now, I just-” she took a deep breath, “I just can’t. Can you um, call a Uber for me, please? My phone’s with Rafe.”

“What? Why would your phone-” he sighed, taking out his own phone. “Borrow my phone. It’s safer this way. Call a Uber, get home, and don’t do anything stupid. Okay?”

(Y/N) nodded, kissing Kelce’s cheeks before ordering a Uber, waiting by the sidewalk impatiently. She was scared Rafe would come out to look for her, and she didn’t feel like talking to him. 

She felt like shooting him in his ribs until he’s begging for her to stop. 

When she got home, her fingers trembling and her dress now ruined, she stripped out of her clothes and got under her covers. Her mother tried asking her about why she had come home earlier than expected with a running mascara and a smudged lipstick, but decided to let it pass when she didn’t answer, knowing that something has indeed happened. 

She felt like screaming. She had trusted him so much, and he was even the first guy to take her virginity. Now she felt disgusted, thinking about how she had allowed herself to the sweet words he had given her before.

She couldn’t ignore the memory of the night she first experienced sex with him, and the whole sweet care he had provided after.

It was Friday the 13th, and Rafe decided it will be a good night to watch some type of a horror movie.  (Y/N) agreed, being a fan of horror, but until one point, she was bored with the super-slow plot and boring characters. 

She played with Rafe’s fingers, intertwining them with hers, before she got an idea midway of the female character’s scream that echoed throughout her bedroom. 

“Rafe,” she said, and Rafe hummed in response. His eyes were fixated to the screen, not paying any attention to her. She whined, “Rafe. . .”

“Yeah?” He finally looked down to her, and laughed when he saw the face she gave him. “What the hell is wrong with you? The best part’s coming up. Watch it, the guy’s going to- fuck.”

(Y/N) had slipped her hand into his basketball shorts, teasing the outline of his v-line. Rafe’s breath shuddered, and he grabbed her hands before things escalate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He grunted.

“I just wanna try something,” she replied innocently, and Rafe swore he felt like his heart stopping right then and right there. She was that sweet girl, and he has never saw this side of her.

“Can I?” she asked, and with a tiny nod, she continued her movements as Rafe’s eyes stayed glued on the television screen, though his mind was already on cloud nine. 

She was so good, and Rafe couldn’t explain the feeling inside of him when he watched her palmed him, her mouth slightly open and her hair falling down to her shoulders. Rafe felt like attacking every inch of her, wanting to give anything that she desired. 

“Stop,” he said, closing his eyes. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum from just your hands.”

“I want you to,” she said, and Rafe cursed. He liked, scratch that, he loved and is obsessed with the way she did anything to him, with her innocent eyes and her teasing smile. He felt like fucking her numb every single time she purposely brushed her hands against his buldge in the restaurant or bumping her bottoms against him when playing golf.

And when she would deny her actions, god, he felt like giving his all to her until she couldn’t walk.

“Rafe,” she said again, with that gint in her eyes. She leaned onto him, and he shievered when he felt her lips brushing with his earlobes. 

“I want you to fuck me.”

Rafe groaned, not wanting to look her in the eyes, afraid that he would do things he will regret the next morning. He felt her fingers around his chin, forcing him to look at her. 

“Please.”

“You told me you wanted to wait,” he said softly.

“I’m done waiting,” she had said, and that was enough for Rafe to crash his lips against her soft ones, pushing her lightly to her queen sized bed. He felt her hands playing with the hem of his shorts, and being an impatience fuck like his dad, he guided her hands to his already hard penis, craving for her touch.

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes to the euphoric feeling starting to form in the pit of his stomach. His fingers fumbled with her shorts, trying to untie the waistband, and grunted when he couldn’t gues the knot.

(Y/N) giggled, untying the ribbon, sliding her shorts to the edge of her bed as Rafe waited with his eyes staring at her hands eagerly, like a prey waiting to attack. 

Once her shorts were off, Rafe didn’t waste anymore time to place kisses from her stomach down to the sides of her aching core.  (Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore, after so many nights of trying to picture this exact moment in her head whilst fingering herself, pretending like it has been Rafe’s fingers instead of herself, she wanted to feel him around her so bad. 

“Please, Rafe,” she begged, looking at him with the innocent eyes again. She moaned when he inserted his fingers in her, pleasuring her the way pornstars would from the many porn videos his cousin had taught him to watch since he was 10 before.

“Oh my god,” she screamed, not able to comprehend the strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to close her legs, only for Rafe to gripped them apart tightly, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Do that again and I’ll leave you hanging.”

It was the way he had said that that left  (Y/N) all red, pushing herself against him to reach her end. She felt a sudden feeling approaching, and gripped Rafe’s wrist to tell him. 

Rafe laughed when she had came around his dingers, feeling her juice soaking up his fingers and her bedsheet.  (Y/N) sighed, still heaving from her high, making a mental note in her head to love this other side of Rafe Cameron.

“Suck,” he said, placing his two soaked fingers in front of her face and watched her as she sucked on them like a little girl who’s licking off a lollipop that her mother had bought for her. He felt like cumming just from the sight of her face.

“I want you inside me,” she had said again, and Rafe groaned to look away, not wanting to be a regret she had made the next morning. He looked at her again when she sat on his lap, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Please?” she whispered, and before he knew it, she licked his ear to the the side of his lip before placing a soft peck on his lips.

Rafe has never removed his basketball shorts as fast as he did that night, not even when he had felt an animal crawling in his pants in the pet shop when he was 8 that resulted Sarah into having a laughing fit when they found out that a hamster had gotten into his pants.

He positioned himself in front of her slit, waiting for any new demands for him to stop now that she had changed her mind. But there was nothing, only  (Y/N) demanding for him, and without wasting any more time, he slowly slided into her, strecthing her hole.

He grunted when she felt her closing in, knowing that if she kept doing that, he’ll finish straight away.  (Y/N) screamed as he fucked her with a quick pace, causing him to quickly pull her head close to him to whisper into her ear.

“Shut up, princess. Don’t want mummy and daddy to wake up, do we?”

(Y/N) shook her head, wanting to reach her end soon. She moaned against her mattress, smelling Rafe’s scent from it, and liking the way he would whimper when he hit her g-spot.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck-” he cursed, his pace getting sloppier. His fingers with his cold rings intertwined with hers as he slammed into her for good measure, and pulling out to aim on her face as she tried to regain her breath.

(Y/N)  felt a shot of hot load landing on her face as she finally looked up to him, his sweaty chest heaving from the ungodly practice they just did. Rafe groaned, feeling himself getting hard again from the sight of her with his load all over her, and quickly turned away to grab a clean towel to clean her up.

That night, with a soft lullaby playing from  (Y/N)’s record player that Rafe had bought for her in Italy, he ran his fingers through her hair as she snuggled close, watching the moonlight brightened the ocean.

Rafe sighed, now wrapping his arms around her, forcing himself to not touch her breast in any way. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t what you had pictured in your mind.”

“Are you kidding?” she turned to face him, “God, Rafe. That’s exactly how I wanted it with you.”

Rafe chuckled and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, “God. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Riing! Riing!

(Y/N) wiped her tears with her fingers before pressing on the green button, bringing the phone to her ears when she saw Topper’s name. She decided that he deserved an explanation after she had ran off from his birthday party.

“Tops?”

“Hey, baby, you didn’t pick up my call. I have to use Topper’s phone but, um-”  (Y/N) heard the crowd sang happy birthday, “But um, are you okay? Kelce told me you were crying and I-”

“I’m fine. You should sing happy birthday to Topper.”

“I’ll be there in a bit,” he said to a voice in the background, and tried to talk to her again. “What is it, baby? The line’s kinda shitty here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay. I know you’re not. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“It’s nothing, Rafe. Go and enjoy yourself.”

“God,  (Y/N), don’t pull this shit on me,” he sighed, and she waited until the background noise lessen. “Okay, I’m at the smoking area. Can you please tell me what happened?”

“You used me.”

“I’m - what?” he asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I heard her talking about how you drove to see her and you told her that you tried finding her in me,” she finaly confessed, her voice breaking. A tear slowly rolled down her red cheeks and she quickly wiped them away.

“Baby, it’s not how it sounds like.”

“Then what is it?” she yelled, clutching onto Kelce’s phone like it was her life support. “Fuck, Rafe, I gave you my everything.”

“Baby, I swear, it’s just-”  

(Y/N) waited for him to finish his sentence, and sucked in a breath when she heard the voice that had caused her this misery.

“Rafe! What are you doing here?”

“Fuck,  (Y/N), I’ll come by to your house, okay? Please, don’t do anything stupid, I’m coming back home-”

(Y/N) pressed the end call, letting go of the breath she was holding before finally throwing her head back against the pillow. 

#Part 2

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the better sister-in-law [one] // alycia debnam-carey

summary: you and alycia are going to become sister-in-laws and begin to get a little competitive over who the better one is, but of course, you may or may not start to think of her as much more

warning/s: none.

author's note: i feel so bad because i totally went MIA for the past few months and i feel like i let down so many people with requests and stuff, but honestly my life has been a shambles and is only just starting to make sense again (perks of finishing uni and having no idea what to do next guys!), but yeah.

This idea of alycia and reader competing to be the better sister-in-law was requested a long time ago, on here i think, so here it finally is! i don't even know what i'm working on next (kinda dabbling between stuff) but yeah, i hope you all like p.1 of 3 :)

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"Look, all I'm saying is that this is the first time we're meeting and she's already late... sounds like I've got this sister-in-law thing in the bag."

My sister, Y/S/N, and her fiancé, Angus, both looked to me with disapproving (but definitely amused) stares, after I spoke with a grin on my lips.

"How many times do we have to tell you that this isn't a competition?" Y/S/N reminded with a quirked brow.

I shrugged indifferently. "I know it isn't. Because I've already won."

Y/S/N sighed with defeat as Angus held in a laugh. They were newly engaged and tonight, I was to meet Angus' older sister, Alycia, for the first time. She was Australian, like him, and lived here in L.A., working as an actress.

Though my sister and him had been together for two years now, I'd never actually met his sister because she was always busy working and away filming for different stuff. Plus, I'd never figured I'd need to meet her. But then they got engaged and since we were to become a family, it only made sense.

"Just remember to be nice, yeah?" Y/S/N asked with a pleading expression, as Angus answered his ringing phone. "She's actually really sweet. And she's looking forward to meeting you."

"Because I'm awesome, duh," I said obviously, before chuckling when her expression became desperate. "Relax, Y/S/N. You know I'm always nice."

She mumbled something under her breath in response, which I was about to question, but then Angus looked between us with a half concerned stare.

"Alycia's here, but the guy at the door won't let her in without proof of booking," he explained, before settling his gaze on me. "D'you think you can get her?"

I sighed dramatically but pushed my chair out and stood up. "If I must..."

He smiled gratefully and I waved my hand dismissively before making my way to the front of the restaurant, indeed finding the girl in question talking to the guy stood by the door. I only recognised her because of pictures that Angus had shown me when describing her to me. It was silly to admit, but the pictures didn't do her justice.

Alycia Debnam-Carey was seriously stunning.

She was wearing a black over-the-shoulder dress that complimented her curves well, certainly making a great first impression. But her eyes were what stood out the most – a bright green contrast compared to her dark hair and outfit. I almost forgot what I'd even come here for until I heard that she was still trying to convince the guy that she'd been invited.

"Hey, sir," I cut in, stopping beside the guy and glancing at Alycia, "she's with me. Party of four, just back there." I motioned behind me to where Y/S/N and Angus were waiting.

He nodded apologetically. "Of course." Looking to Alycia, he added, "Sorry, we've just had a lot of people trying to get in lately."

"It's all good," she said politely, before looking to me when he let her through.

I motioned for her to follow me back to the table as she spoke first.

"You must be Y/N," she said with realisation. "Thanks for saving me back there."

I smiled with amusement. "No worries, and yeah, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you, Alycia."

She flashed me a beautiful smile, eyes glowing under the fluorescent lighting and slightly intimidating me at their intensity.

"You know," I said, hoping to distract from what I was thinking, "you're late to the first official family meeting which basically means I've got one point towards being the favourite sister-in-law and you've got none."

She snickered and raised her brows with disbelief. "Wow. So, you're playing like that?" I didn't reply and she rolled her eyes playfully. "Game on, Y/N. Though I must say – I never lose a competition."

"We'll see about that," I played along, and before she could reply, a mischievous glint in her eye, we reached the table. I motioned to the chair, saying, "After you."

She eyed me with scepticism but took a seat and smiled to my sister and her brother.

"I'm so sorry I'm late," she apologised instantly. "But it's so good to see you both! I can't believe you're officially engaged!"

I took my seat beside Alycia as the couple shared the engagement story all over again for her sake. When they were done, Alycia was nodding to show she was listening before looking to me.

"Isn't it the cutest story?" she asked sweetly.

"It is," I agreed with a smug smile, "though I already heard it. You know, best sister-in-law things an' all."

"Y/N!" Y/S/N scolded, whilst Angus laughed at her reaction.

"What? I'm just reminding Alycia here who's boss!" I exclaimed innocently, noticing the playful glare Alycia was sending my way. "She's got to know that, now more than ever, there's only room for one top sister-in-law. And it's me."

"You really shouldn't act so cocky when the competition has barely begun," she responded with a mere shrug as I ripped open my straw from the paper to put in my drink. "We all know that I'm gonna win."

"Hardly."

"You know nothing about me."

"But I know I'm much cooler."

"So cool that you've put the paper in your drink instead of the straw."

"Exactl– wait, what?"

I looked down to my drink with furrowed brows before widening my eyes at the sight of the paper soaking into my drink. Quickly pulling it out, I put the straw in instead, though was not spared the teasing laughter from the brunette beside me.

"That doesn't count," I warned her, giving her a knowing look.

She let out a wholehearted laugh, warning my insides and automatically bringing a smile to my lips. "Whatever you say."

"We're never going to hear the end of this, are we?" Angus asked us both.

"Nope," we both answered at the same time.

And that's where the fun began.

————

Having a sister who was getting married meant that I was in charge of the bachelorette party. Or rather, Alycia and I were in charge of it.

It was strange working with somebody I didn't know very well to plan an important part of someone else's life, but we somehow managed. The whole better sister-in-law competition broke the ice easily, with the two of us playfully competing to see who could outperform the other. That worked in our favour though, as we arranged a pretty fun party if you ask me.

Paintballing.

"Out of all the things you could've done, you picked this?" Y/S/N asked Alycia and I with raised brows when we brought her to the venue.

"Y/N said you love stuff like this," Alycia answered, glancing at me before looking to my sister. "You do, right?"

She sighed, glancing around, before giving in. "I mean, yeah, but I definitely didn't expect this."

Alycia opened her mouth to say something, probably in sympathy or consolation, but I didn't give her chance to as I wrapped an arm around Y/S/N's arm and pulled her close.

"Well, you got this," I told her with a satisfied smile. "And you're gonna love it. Trust me. I know you."

She cracked a smile. "You do..."

"C'mon, all of your friends are waiting inside," Alycia encouraged. "We've already got our teams picked."

"Oh? And what are they?" Y/S/N asked as Alycia and I led her to the door.

I looked over her and to Alycia with a playful grin. "My team versus Alycia's. But I think we both know who's gonna win."

Alycia met my stare halfway. "Definitely. The best sister-in-law."

"So, me," I quipped.

"In your dreams, love."

"If you say so."

Her smirk was teasingly familiar at this point, practically permanent whenever she was around me, but I didn't mind. I was learning to appreciate seeing it.

After getting suited up and going over the rules, the instructor led us all to the room we'd be playing in. It was a vast space with fake walls set up, windows carved into them, and a lot of space to manoeuvre and hide. The whole group was buzzing with excitement when we split into our two teams.

"Okay, you ladies know the rule," the instructor said, looking between Alycia and I. "Whoever gets shot is out."

Green eyes were trained on me and I gripped my gun tightly, a mixture of excitement and giddiness coursing through me. This was going to be awesome.

"If anybody gets hurt or needs help, just call for me or one of my colleagues," the instructor continued to explain to everyone. "We'll be dotted around the room if you need us. Now. Anything to ask?"

I raised my hand and he looked my way questioningly.

"Have fun being on the losing team, everyone," I stated to the opposing group, including my sister who had become a traitor and went on Alycia's team.

Alycia chuckled and shook her head. "That's not a question, stupid."

I shrugged. "I know. Just thought I'd let you know."

Her bright smile remained and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't worth it. No fair that even in these ugly, unflattering outfits she still managed to look gorgeous.

"Okay, get into your positions and when the bell rings, the game begins," the instructor ordered when he realised nobody had anything else to say.

We all nodded and ran to our sides of the room to get into position. I may have been wanting to take this a little more seriously than I needed to, but I didn't care. I was competitive, and beating Alycia was all that was on my mind.

Well, that and her stupid pretty smile.

The bell rang when I took my position crouching under a window. I instantly leaned forward to get a look and shoot my gun at someone who ran past. Sadly, I missed and soon realised my position was terrible. As I ran to a new one, I heard the sounds of guns going off, paint splattering, and laughter from some of the players. Distracted at that, I almost missed the gun before me, shooting my way.

"I'm gonna kick your arse!" a voice shouted, and only one person I knew had an accent like that.

Alycia was leaning against a wall as she saw me run to take cover, barely missing her further attempts to shoot me.

"You're giving away your position by shouting!" I called back, catching my breath and praising myself for my genius hidden position.

"So are you!" she shouted in response, followed by an adorable laugh that warmed me inside and out.

I cursed inwardly at my stupidity, fighting the smile from my lips, before running away and mentally zipping my mouth shut so I wouldn't give away my position again.

The match went on for maybe five more minutes with almost everyone getting shot and out, before eventually it was only down to Alycia and I. The only reason I was aware of that was because those who got out were stood to the side, watching on and shouting at their respective team leaders in support.

Competitive streak at an all-time high now, I crept around the whole room and strained my ears to listen in to where Alycia could be. Finally, when I rounded a corner, I raised my gun and found myself face to face with the brunette, her gun pointed at me, too.

"Well, fancy finding you here," I said with a grin. "Looks like we both have the same idea, huh?"

Even through her helmet, I made out the twinkle in her eye as she said, "You're not bad, Y/L/N. But you're certainly not the best. May as well give in now."

"Never. Though I won't make fun of you if you choose to."

She smirked beneath her mask. "You know I've done gun practice before on set, right? My aim is immaculate."

I quirked a brow. "You think because you're some Hollywood actress you have an advantage? I grew up with Nerf guns. I've got this in the bag."

We circled one another, neither of us making a move to pull the trigger. It was anyone's win, but who would do it?

"This isn't fair, clearly," she pointed out, stopping pacing but keeping her gun trained on me. "How about we call it a day and share the win?"

I considered this, but the thought of sharing a win was too unsatisfactory for me. Of course, I couldn't let her know that, so I pretended to agree and lowered my gun first.

"Fine," I gave in. "A draw?"

She lowered her gun and straightened up. "A draw."

"Let's go," I said, nodding to the others behind her.

She turned to walk away and I used this as my opportunity to shoot her in the back. My aim wasn't very good though, as I actually ended up shooting her in the butt. Her gasp when it happened was too funny for me not to erupt into laughter, though it was disguised by the cheers from my team.

"I believe the better sister-in-law just won," I said to her when she spun around to look at me with disbelief.

"You cheated."

"Bent the rules."

"Cheated."

"Bent the rules."

She narrowed her eyes at me before raising her gun to pull the trigger. But when she did, nothing came out and I laughed all over again, pulling my helmet and mask off.

"I would have won anyway it seems," I pointed out, and she pulled her headgear off too before giving me a disapproving look.

After a few more rounds with everyone following that, we all got changed back into our own clothes and headed out for food. Y/S/N gushed about how fun this day was and Alycia and I were just glad she enjoyed it. Then, when Y/S/N caught up with her friends, I nudged Alycia in the shoulder playfully.

"So, how's your butt?"

She shoved me back, harder, and I couldn't stop laughing. I knew she wasn't really upset though, since a smile ghosted her lips and she wasn't ignoring me or anything.

"It hurts," she answered truthfully. "There's definitely gonna be a bruise there by tomorrow."

"Sorry not sorry."

"Jerk."

"But you love it."

"Debatable."

"How about I buy you lunch today as an apology?" I offered, glancing at her with a sincere smile. "It's the least I can do as the superior sister-in-law."

"Aaaaaand you ruined it," she said, before sighing and giving me a sideways glance. "But yes. It's the least you can do."

I laughed. "You're a sore loser."

"I think you're a sore winner actually," she countered, green eyes bright under the sun.

"I'm so generous, what are you talking about? I'm literally buying you lunch."

She couldn't resist smiling. "Humble, too."

"But you love it."

"Mhm."

—————

The wedding itself was approaching pretty quickly and it was as if I blinked and there was one week to go. A lot of planning and stressing and crying later, all we had to do was wait for the weekend to come and the event would take place.

Of course, weddings meant seeing family that you hadn't seen since the last family event took place years ago. Exciting stuff, hint the sarcasm.

Since Angus and Alycia's family were all living in Australia, they flew in the week of the wedding and my parents deemed it important to throw a party where our extended family and theirs could get to know each other. As lovely as that sounded, I was never one for family events – seriously, who was? – and I definitely wasn't in the mood to get asked by several aunties why I wasn't also getting married. But, I had to attend as it was mandatory from the prison warden that was my mum.

Just like I'd predicted, all of my relatives deemed it appropriate to ask me about my nonexistent date to the wedding, if I was planning on getting married anytime soon and, my absolute favourite, what I thought of Angus and his sister as new additions to the family. It got to a point where I was tired of answering the same questions over and over, so I made up answers and told every relative different things.

"It must be nice to gain a brother!" one person said, grinning. "What do you think of Angus?"

With a straight face, I answered, "Oh, he's dreadful. All he does is talk about dinosaurs all the time. I'm like, seriously? You're a grown man. Act like it."

Their face dropped, I internally laughed, and they'd nod awkwardly and move on.

"Angus is very charming for Y/S/N," another would say, glancing out at him and Y/S/N as they mingled with other guests. "Is there any Missus in your life lately, Y/N?"

"Well, I have this girlfriend, but she doesn't like to come out during the day," I said casually. "So, I think I'll just leave her home with the TV and she should be okay. No eating any garlic though, am I right?"

So stupid, but so worth seeing their judgemental face. Well, that's what they deserved for getting nosey. Especially when they all asked the same damn questions – couldn't they at least coordinate and share my one answer between them?

"I heard Alycia is some famous actress," some cousin of mine who I barely knew said, nudging me. "Is she as stuck up as people say?"

"Well, she always makes someone smell her food before she takes a bite because apparently she was poisoned once," I said with a shrug. "Actually, no, it was an attempted poisoning. My bad."

In addition to winding up my whole extended family, I was also introduced to some of Angus and Alycia's, who actually didn't seem that bad. I mean, they were just like any other family. They had an uncle who got too drunk to handle, gossiping aunties who started drama for no reason, and judgemental elderly that watched on with curious eyes. Like I said, a nice family that was similar to ours except for the glaring fact that they were from Australia and not L.A.

Just when I thought I'd had enough socialising for the day, someone tapped me on the shoulder and startled me in the process. When I spun around, I sighed with relief upon seeing Alycia laughing at my reaction, though holding a baby on her hip.

"Someone's jumpy," she commented with an amused raised brow.

I shook my head with exasperation. "Yeah, well I thought you were another nosey relative. You're lucky you're with a kid or I would've killed you. Didn't you know were a mum."

She rolled her eyes, trying not to smile at my joke. "It's my cousin's kid. Layla." She looked to Layla and had a stupid smile on her lips as she nuzzled her. "Say hi to this idiot, Layla. Go on!"

Layla reached her hand out towards me, grabbing the air with a smile. Drool was all over her mouth and it was frustratingly cute, making me smile and lean forward to hold her hand. Her tiny fingers grasped around mine and my smile widened with appreciation.

"Oh, she likes you," Alycia noticed, before tilting her head towards me. "Surprise, surprise."

I glanced up at her, green eyes startling me more than I liked to admit. With a cocky smile, I quirked a brow. "What can I say? The kid recognises genius when she sees it."

Alycia rolled her eyes again, mumbling "idiot" under her breath and making me chuckle.

"So, what brings you to my corner of the garden?" I asked jokingly, letting go of Layla's hand and secretly cooing at how she got them tangled in Alycia's hair.

As if remembering why she was here, she tried to intimidate me with her stare, but it was very unbelievable.  "Apparently one of your uncles thinks I wrestle sharks for a living. And another thinks my accent is fake and I'm actually British."

I snorted at some of the many stories I'd fabricated. "Wow, they sound even better when it's you saying it."

"What's with that?" she asked with disbelief, but she was trying not to laugh.

I shrugged dismissively. "I don't know... I got exhausted with all the questioning."

"Seeing your family after a long time not as fun as you thought?" she asked, a bit more seriously this time.

"Not really," I admitted. "They just keep asking the same dumb questions." Using my hand and listing on my fingers as I spoke, I imitated my family and said, "Oh, you're still a communications assistant and not a manager? Still no girlfriend to bring as your date to the wedding? When are you going to get married?"

Alycia pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh, but I didn't blame her. From an external perspective, it was kind of funny.

"Okay, I see why you've been saying what you have now," she admitted with a small smile. "If it's any consolation, it's almost the same with me."

I furrowed my brows. "I doubt that. Your family seem so nice. And you're literally famous. How could you disappoint anyone?"

She chuckled, readjusting Layla on her hip, before shrugging slightly. "I don't know. I mean, I miss them a lot. I rarely get to see them because of work, and even when I go back home, it's not for long. So, I had high hopes for today. But I just forgot how... ugh, they can be, y'know?"

I nodded in agreement, smiling apologetically. "Sucks being a sibling, doesn't it?"

"That it does," she agreed with a half smile. "People are constantly asking when it's my turn to get married because I'm older than Angus. And also because I'm a woman, so they like to insert their opinions where it's not wanted."

I frowned, not expecting her to hear it, too. I guess it would be different since she was older and the only girl in her family. Damn, that sucked.

"I'm happy for Angus and Y/S/N, don't get me wrong," she added quickly. "It's just annoying is all."

"I get it," I assured her, not wanting her to feel bad for complaining. It fell quiet as we pondered our revelations, so I decided to lighten the mood by looking at her with a playful smile. "So, I take it the big Hollywood actress isn't bringing a boyfriend to the wedding then?"

It had never come up and I was never one to assume someone's sexuality, but something about Alycia screamed straight.

At my comment, she laughed through her nose and looked down to her shoes. "No, she doesn't... yet another thing I've been asked about."

Hoping to make her feel better, I said, "Just wait until the wedding. I guarantee someone will ask you out then."

Entertained by my assumption, she looked up and smiled curiously. "And what makes you think that, love?"

I raised my eyebrows like it was obvious. "Seriously?" Her challenging eyes made me continue. "Okay, so I know it's already been established that I'm better than you in many ways, hence being the better sister-in-law." She punched my in the arm at this, making me smile. "But believe it or not, you're actually not that bad."

"Gee, thanks."

I laughed, shaking my head. "No, I'm serious. You meet all the expectations of a perfect date. You're very clever, you're stunning. You have a cool accent. You're literally a famous actress, and I'm certain anybody at that wedding will ask you out."

It didn't take a genius to know all of this about Alycia. Yes, I took the piss out of her, but it was all playful and only because I loved seeing her fight back or get annoyed. But underneath all of that banter was an actual appreciation. Take now, for example. She was wearing a beautiful floral summer dress that hugged her curves perfectly and complimented the curls in her hair. Add an endearing smile and sparkling eyes and she was the perfect catch. You'd be stupid not to think so.

"Wow," she said with feigned amazement. "I think that's the first time you've ever said something nice to me."

"Yeah, don't expect it," I joked, making her smile.

She opened her mouth to respond, but then Layla began tugging at her curls, making her pull a face. Despite moving her hands away, Layla was adamant on annoying the Australian.

"Someone doesn't like you," I sang lightheartedly.

Alycia glared through a smile before looking back to Layla. "I should give her back to her mum. She's getting fussy."

"Let me try something," I offered and held out my hands.

Alycia raised a brow, but obliged and handed Layla over to me. Smiling at the young girl, I held her so she was leaning over my shoulder slightly and began to bounce her gently. The gurgling and fussiness on her end ceased and I felt her relax on my shoulder.

"How on Earth did you do that?" Alycia asked with surprise.

I winked at her. "Genius, remember?"

She put her hands on her hips, attempting to silence me with her stare, but laughter spilled from her lips in a contagious manner, bringing a smile to my face. I realised I quite liked the sound of her laughter.

—————

The wedding ceremony was definitely a beautiful event. Despite the panicking and pre-wedding jitters on Y/S/N's part (I could only imagine Angus being the same), the actual ceremony went by smoothly.

As the maid of honour, it was pretty hectic making sure everything went to plan, but the smile on my sister's face was worth it when she met Angus at the top of the aisle. On Angus' side, Alycia was his best 'man' which I found cute. I'd known the whole time, but I never imagined how she'd look alongside the groomsmen. The answer was jaw-dropping. She was wearing a suit like them, but she looked better than all of them. Maybe I was biased since a woman in a suit was infinitely better than a man in a suit, but still.

After the ceremony came the reception where the real fun began. There was food, drinks and dancing, and even a photo booth for guests to make their own memories. But the best part was the speeches. Hearing what Y/S/N and Angus' friends had fo say about them was very entertaining, and I was more than glad to share my own stories of them.

Alycia's speech was after mine and the first thing she did was give me a challenging smirk as she accepted the mic, then look out to the audience with a friendly smile.

"Okay, so my speech won't be as boring and long as Y/N's, don't worry," she began, making the audience laugh and 'ooh' at her joke.

Green eyes flickered to mine across the guests and I let her have it, appreciating the joke. Hey, credit where it's due, right?

The rest of her speech was actually pretty good. She was funny in a charming way, and she was relatable in a cute way. Her stories about the newly-wedded couple were amusing enough to hold the audience's attention and entertaining enough to be the best speech of the evening. By the time she was done, everybody was clapping her off the stage and the speeches were done. The first place she headed was to me, watching me with a playful smile.

"Do hold the applause," she teased, making me roll my eyes.

"Maybe it wasn't that bad," I admitted with a smile.

She laughed before tilting her head. "Yours wasn't too bad either."

"Really? I thought it was boring and long," I said, repeating her words from earlier.

She smiled sheepishly. "It was a joke obviously."

"Obviously."

Her smile widened and I bit my lip to contain my own.

"So. Looks like we're officially sister-in-laws now," she stated with a hint of amusement in her words. "How does it feel?"

"It doesn't change anything," I said with a shrug. "I'm still the better one."

"Keep saying that and it just might come true."

I refrained from smiling. "So. Anyone ask you out yet?"

At this, her cheeks began to turn pink and she avoided my eyes. It wasn't hard to know that I was right in my assumption. Plenty of single guys tonight had made their move on her and I couldn't exactly blame them. She looked stunning, though I'd never fully admit it.

"I called it," I said with a laugh. "It's probably the suit, y'know. You pull it off. Which must suck because I know you love your dresses."

"I really do," she agreed, looking down at her outfit, and I didn't bring up the fact that she was avoiding the initial question. "But this isn't so bad."

"Wearing pants is never bad," I pointed out.

She smiled and looked me up and down. "Neither is wearing a dress. Which you look really nice in by the way."

Deflecting from my awkwardness whenever paid compliments, I said, "Don't flatter me too much. Don't wanna get a big head."

She rolled her eyes, a ghost of a smile on her lips. Inside, I was smiling though. She thought I looked nice?

"Yeah, turns out you can clean up nice when you want to," she added, making me shake my head with disapproval. Her laughter sounded around us and she nodded to the dancefloor. "Wanna dance?"

I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. "Very funny."

Despite her teasing smile, she shook her head. "I'm not joking."

Quirking a brow, I studied her suspiciously. She wasn't giving away the slightest inkling of mischief, so I reluctantly nodded and allowed her to lead me to the dancefloor.

To my surprise, she was absent of any teasing and instead genuinely wanted to have a good time. I shouldn't have expected any less from her when she put her dancing skills on display – was there anything she wasn't good at?

We danced to several songs and I found myself enjoying her company, letting her take the lead and laughing every time we bumped into someone else (which was more times than you'd expect).

After being danced out, we went to grab a drink from the bar and catch our breath. Taking a seat on the stools, she flashed me a contagious smile.

"Who knew you had skills on the dancefloor, Y/L/N?" she teased.

"Says you, Little Miss I'm-good-at-everything-I-do?"

She rolled her eyes, but my playfulness made her blush and I smiled at the sight. Before she could even begin to retort, we were interrupted by none other than hers and Angus' mum. I'd spoke to her a few times before and she was a lovely woman; I could see where Alycia got her looks and charm (though I'd never admit that to her in a million years).

"You ladies look like you've had a delightful evening," she said when she stopped by us, smile on her lips. "And those speeches earlier... very funny. Both of them."

"Thanks, mum," Alycia said, returning the smile to her for the both of us.

"And Y/N, I should have told you earlier, but you made a wonderful maid of honour to Y/S/N," she added, looking to me. "It's been lovely seeing you getting along with Angus and Alycia. It's reassuring to know that they have family here even when their parents aren't."

"Mum, quit being embarrassing," Alycia mumbled, cheeks flushing as she looked the other way.

A smile of amusement tugged at my lips as I glanced at Alycia before looking to her mother. "Of course. They're both great and it's nice to welcome you all into the family. Or us into yours. Whichever way it goes."

She laughed, nodding in agreement. "How sweet. We feel the same. Everybody has said how charming you've been this week and I can't help but agree."

Now it was my turn to flush with embarrassment, thought it was sweet of her to say.

"You know, Alycia, you should be more like Y/N," she said, looking to her daughter. "Maybe she'll rub off on you."

"Very funny," Alycia replied with a knowing look, though a small smile was on her face.

Her mother laughed, squeezing her shoulder before looking to me. "I'll leave you girls to it. But I hope this wedding isn't the last we see of you, Y/N! Maybe you could come down to Australia some time? Alycia can give you the grand tour."

Grinning, I glanced to the green-eyed girl. "I'd love to."

Alycia rolled her eyes playfully as her mother didn't seem to pick up on our expressions.

"Amazing! Well, enjoy the rest of your evening," she said politely, before leaving us to it.

My grin was still present, fully directed on Alycia as she pretended it didn't bother her when it clearly did.

"Shut up," she said, finally, spinning around to get her drink from the bar.

Still not looking away from her, I grabbed mine, too. "What? I didn't even say anything."

Tilting her head towards me, her green eyes studied me knowingly. "I know what you're thinking."

"What? What am I thinking, Alycia?"

She shook her head and looked away. "I'm not saying."

My grin widened, if possible. "Okay, I'll say it." She groaned, resting her head in her hands, but I ignored it. "Your family loves me. And they basically want you to be more like me, which means I'm perfect and I'm basically family now."

She glanced at me, narrowing her eyes jokingly.

"You can't deny I'm the best sister-in-law now," I pointed out, enjoying the way her eyes squinted and she gave me all of her attention.

Nudging me in the arm in response, she didn't dignify my comment with a response, only making me laugh.

I was beginning to love hanging around her.

[shemarmooresfedora]

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a teeny bit of angst (resolved)

A/N: hi, loves! i will be changing updates to this to once a week because i would like to get my final other WIP out that has been sitting in my drive forever and i have graduation stuff. ALSO, i hit 400 followers!!! thank you thank you <3 here is the celebration!

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Chapter 32

“Okay, everyone ready?” Spencer asked.

“Yep,” you smiled, grabbing Jo’s hand, “Just let me get a picture first.”

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and faced it towards Spencer, “Smile!”

Spencer turned sideways so both babies would be visible in the photo. He was wearing one of those double baby carriers so Ophelia was strapped to his back while Ollie was up front.

You all walked out of the room and down to the parking garage while passing nurses and visitors would ‘aw’ at the adorable family that had just practically doubled in size.

“Honey, can you put Jo in her booster seat in the middle first?” Spencer asked.

“Yep, up you go, Baby J,” you helped her into her new booster seat.

On both sides of Jo were now two newborn baby car seats so she could keep the twins entertained on the car ride.

You unstrapped Ophelia from off of Spencer’s back and littered her with kisses, already missing her in your arms. You buckled her in securely as Spencer did the same to Ollie on the other side.

Spencer got in the driver’s side and you got in the passenger seat. You both turned around to look at all your little kids in the back row.

Spencer turned to look at you with a huge grin, “We’re going to need a bigger car.”

“Spencer Reid, I am not driving a mini van,” you gave him a quick peck.

“Fine, I’ll just have to steal one of the FBI’s many SUVs,” he joked.

Jo switched her attention between both babies during the car ride, giving you and Spencer a play-by-play of everything they did.

“Ophelia is trying to squirm out of her blanket so I’m tucking her back in,” she stated.

“Thank you, Princess,” Spencer smiled, rubbing soft circles on your thigh as he drove.

“Ollie’s little hat is almost falling off so I am going to put it back on.”

“Thank you, baby, you are being such a good big sister,” you complimented her.

Once Spencer pulled into the driveway, Spencer grabbed Ollie and you grabbed Ophelia out of their respective seats.

“I’ll come back for the bags in the back,” Spencer said as he walked up to open the front door.

“I wanna hold her please,” Jo made grabby hands up at you with Ophelia in your arms.

“You can hold her when you are sitting, Baby J,” you assured her, patting her head.

Jo followed you up to the nursery, Spencer’s old bedroom. You had the cribs and other basics set up but you didn’t decorate because you were hoping to be moving soon. You and Spencer put an offer down on the house near JJ and Will’s and were waiting to hear back.

“The babies are going to take a nap right now and we are going to have lunch so say night night,” you lifted Jo up to give the babies a kiss before their nap.

Spencer placed Ollie in the crib with Ophelia, “I read up on co-bedding in one of the pediatric magazines at the hospital and if the twins are small enough, having them sleep together in the same crib can provide benefits including regulating body temperatures and sleep cycles, plus it soothes them.”

You and Jo gave the babies kisses and then you grabbed the baby monitor and switched it on.

“You coming, love?” you placed your hand on Spencer’s shoulder.

“One second,” he whispered, his eyes not leaving the two twins cuddled up together in one crib, “They’re just too perfect.”

-

You awoke to find Spencer in the rocking chair in your room in between the two bassinets. You had their cribs set up in the nursery for naps but they would do most of their sleeping in here with you guys until they were a few months old.

“What’s wrong? Are they hungry again?” you whispered, rubbing your eyes as you sat up.

“No, love. You can go back to bed. Ophelia was getting a little fussy which made Ollie fussy too but I think they just wanted some tummy time,” Spencer smiled softly as he had both the babies pressed to his chest.

“You are the best dad ever,” you blew him a kiss before resting your head back on the pillow.

You were lulled back to sleep by the quaint creaking of the rocking chair and Spencer’s loving whispers to the babies.

-

“Where’s Daddy?” Jo asked as you served her a bowl of oatmeal.

“He’s changing the twins. He’ll be down in a bit,” you assured her as you sat down across from her.

You watched Jo push around her oatmeal a little but not really eat any, looking up to the stairs frequently to see if her Daddy was coming down.

Spencer finally entered the kitchen with the twins, “Love, do you want to take Ollie?”

You opened your arms and accepted Ollie into your arms, “Hi, my little one!”

“Sorry it took so long. I was trying to get them properly swaddled but this princess right here was trying to escape,” Spencer grinned at the baby in front of him.

Jo pushed her still-full bowl of oatmeal towards the center of the table and scooched out of her chair, stomping slightly up the stairs.

When you heard her bedroom door close, you turned to Spencer with a disappointed look.

“Spencer, I know the twins are very exciting but you have to remember you have 3 kids, not 2. You hadn’t even said good morning to her yet.”

“I was going to!” Spencer insisted.

“And you called Ophelia ‘Princess’. That’s your nickname for Jo,” you pointed out.

Spencer sighed, he hadn’t even realized he had done that. He placed Ophelia in her bouncer seat and reheated Jo’s oatmeal. He even placed blueberries on top in the shape of a smiley face before heading upstairs.

Spencer knocked gently on the door. His guilt increased tenfold when he heard the little sniffles coming from inside.

“Jo, I know you’re mad at me and you have every right to be but may I please come in?” Spencer asked through the door.

He heard the sound of light footsteps and a teary-eyed Jo opened the door. Spencer immediately knelt to her level and set the bowl down on the floor.

“Jo, I am so sorry I made you feel forgotten because I got too wrapped in trying to take care of the twins. I promise it will never happen again. You are my only Princess, Jo. We’ll give Ophelia a different nickname.”

“I forgive you, Daddy,” Jo hugged Spencer.

“After you finish breakfast, we can do whatever you want today, Princess,” Spencer smiled.

Jo beamed as she scooped a bite of oatmeal into her mouth.

-

You knocked on Jo’s bedroom door where you heard whispers and scuffling of footsteps.

“What’s the password?” you heard Jo announce in a deep voice.

You looked down at the construction paper invitation with lots of glitter glue that was slipped under your bedroom door.

“Sunflower.”

The door opened, revealing a mini table with pillows all around it as seats. Jo’s tea set that Penelope had gotten her was beautifully arranged on the table along with little finger sandwiches and cookies.

“Oh my, how did I get so lucky to be invited to this exclusive tea party?” you smiled, “I know the invitation said ‘dress fancy’ so I hope this sundress is suitable.”

You gave Jo a little curtsy before entering. You had Ollie wrapped in a cloth baby bjorn around your front because he was taking a little nap but Ophelia was wide awake in your arms.

“You look like a Queen, Mommy!” Jo did a little twirl for you in her ruffle dress with strawberries all over it.

“So do you, my little Princess,” you smiled back.

Spencer was already seated on the floor in a full suit like he would wear to work. He shaved and slicked back his hair.

“Ah, I see the King has already arrived,” you chuckled, bending down to give him a kiss.

“Indeed, my lovely wife. I brought the bouncers up for the babies to sit in,” Spencer informed you.

You placed Ophelia in hers but kept Ollie in the bjorn because you didn’t want to disrupt his peaceful slumber.

Jo poured you all tea and Spencer added a little bit of sugar and honey to the tea cups.

“Do the babies want tea?” Jo asked, still holding her tea kettle.

“The babies can’t have tea just yet but thank you for offering,” you smiled, gently picking your cup up.

“Pinky’s up, Daddy!” Jo instructed.

It was rather comical to watch Spencer try to hold the tiny porcelain tea cup in his large hands.

“The tea is absolutely exquisite, Princess Josephine. I believe I will have one of these gourmet peanut butter and jelly sandwiches to go with it,” you smiled.

-

“I’m exhausted. Mommy needs a nap like the twins and Jo,” you chuckled as you fell back on the bed after putting the sleeping twins in their bassinets.

“Are you sure you don’t need a shower first?” Spencer questioned.

You looked at him and quirked an eyebrow.

“What? You know what your sundresses do to me,” Spencer whined.

“I guess I have a little energy left,” you grinned, grabbing his hand as you tip-toed to the bathroom to not wake the twins.

A/N: another reason i need to push the updates back is because i am going camping next week (i wish spencer could protect me from any bears)!

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