#like with this one I actually started writing another future chapter where they awkwardly visit a sex shop together

[laundrybiscuits]

Remember my WLW canon-era Steddie series from the 2023 Spotify Wrapped ask game? I've just added some connective tissue and put it up on AO3.

feel how you fit around me (5.2k, E)

Steph keeps showing up, and Eddie keeps letting her in. As epilogues go, it could be a lot worse.

[bluesylveon2]

My My, I Could Never Let You Go

Summary: Sasha Zoe just wants her dad to walk her down the aisle. There is only one problem: she doesn't know which one is her father. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairings: Levi x Hange, Sasha x Niccolo, and other background relationships

Disclaimer: This is a Levihan Mamma Mia au. This fanfic is inspired by Mamma Mia which is directed by Phyllida Loyd, written by Catherine Johnson, and uses music from the pop group ABBA. Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine's Day! This chapter focuses more on Sasha's friends (more of a Galentine's tbh). I did add some scenes from the movie, but you'll find it towards the end. This is the last chapter where I go deep into everyone's backstory. Future chapters would briefly touch on it, but I won't go into too much details. Please note that I have only had 1 bf and the relationship was short, so my knowledge on love is purely based on fanfic and the media.

Speaking of looks, the dresses are the same as the movie. I usually don't add clothing descriptions unless it is necessary. I find it so random to write although you need it to build a scene 😅

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Ch 2: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun 

“Sasha, who else knows about your fathers coming to your wedding?” 

Sasha turned to her left to face Historia. Sasha, Mikasa, and Historia were laying on Sasha’s bed waiting for the rest of the bridal party to arrive with their dresses. Sasha was in the middle, Mikasa was on her right, and Historia was on her left. 

“It’s just the girls in the group. I didn’t tell any of the guys.” Sasha replies

Mikasa sat up from Sasha’s right. She looks at Sasha and raises an eyebrow. 

“Did you at least tell Niccolo?” Mikasa asks

Sasha paused for a long time before letting out a quiet no. She knew she should tell her fiance, but she wanted all of it to be a surprise for everyone at the wedding (minus the people who already knew). She could tell by looking at Mikasa’s face that she was ready to start interrogating her. Luckily, Sasha was saved by someone knocking and opening the door to her room. 

“Knock knock” their friend, Hitch, enters Sasha’s room followed by the rest of the bridal party: Annie, Hanami, and Mina. All three girls were carrying dress bags (minus Sasha’s wedding dress because she got it yesterday) for the wedding. Mikasa and Historia stood up from the bed to help set the dresses down on Sasha’s bed. They proceeded to hug all of their friends after they finished.  

Sasha met Annie and Hitch while in high school. Both girls were friends before joining the group (although it initially looked one-sided. Annie wasn’t good at expressing her feelings yet). 

Annie Leonhart is Sasha’s Russian friend with blonde hair and ice-blue eyes and loves eating sweets. She dreams of becoming a patissier one day but did not pursue it because of her father. Her father wanted Annie to learn MMA and go pro. Annie’s dad sent Annie to Greece to learn pankration (a form of MMA), but Annie ran off to Kalokairi instead. She never contacted her father, and both had a falling out. Annie was found by Hitch’s parents who let her live in their home. Both girls grew close, and Hitch was the one who encouraged Annie to contact her father after years of silence. Annie eventually forgives her father after he apologizes for everything. Now Annie can pursue her dreams and stay in Kalokairi with Hitch’s parent’s permission. Now Annie attends L’Ecole Ducasse in France to be a patissier and is currently dating Armin Arlet. 

Hitch Dreyse was born in Kalokairi after her parents moved from the Netherlands. Hitch has an easygoing personality and loves teasing her friends, especially Annie. She is also Annie’s first friend as she was the one who was determined to be Annie’s friend after Annie moved to Kalokairi. Hitch also had several admirers in high school, one of them being her current boyfriend, Marlow. Marlow has always had a crush on Hitch for a long time, and they started dating after Marlow finished his first semester at King’s College in London. Marlow would tell Hitch his dreams of working as a politician and Hitch is always his number 1 supporter despite not telling him that explicitly. Hitch attends AAS College for Fashion Product and Promotion (she asks Historia to model for her when possible). Sasha remembers when Hitch’s visits, she would catch Hitch looking out the window as if expecting Marlow to appear. Hitch realized how much she missed Marlow because she cares for him deeply. Hitch knew she needed to tell him her feelings the day his ferry arrived. 

Hitch walks up to Sasha laying in her bed “Look who I found after my trip with Marlo?” She then turned to the rest of the girls who were hugging Mikasa and Historia. It has been years since they have seen one another. All of the girls (minus Sasha) decided to go their separate ways after graduating high school. Hitch was the only one who stayed within the country. She would visit Sasha every now and then during her free time. Sasha decided to stay in Kalokairi to take care of her mom. 

Sasha’s friend group started out with her, Connie (who moved to Kalokairi from Wales), and Marco. Jean joined the group because Marco is his best friend. Jean moved to Kalokairi with Marco and his parents from France. Jean and Marco now own their own house they currently use for visits. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin (who is orphaned and lives with Eren) joined next because Mikasa started hanging out with Sasha after Sasha constantly begged Mikasa to help her study. Eren and Armin followed Mikasa naturally. Annie joined next, followed by Hitch and Marlow after Sasha invited Annie to eat some sweets together at the hotel. Hitch was surprised Annie started making more friends, and Marlow followed because of his crush on Hitch. Hanami joined the group because she helped Sasha out in school. Hanami also covers for her in many situations (any situations involving food and sneaking). Niccolo joined the group after their first meeting and when he surprised Sasha in Kalokairi. He also grew close to Jean and Connie before visiting, and they came up with the idea. Mina is the recent friend to join the group. Marco went to Brown University in America to study education. Marco met Mina one day on campus, and the two often had classes together. The two eventually begin dating, and Marco often brings Mina on his visits to Kalokairi to meet his friends and go sightseeing.

Sasha looks at the group near the door. She was curious how Hitch convinced Annie to come since she should be on her date with Armin. 

“I was having a nice date with Armin until Hitch” Annie glares at Hitch “decided to end it and dragged me here.”

Hitch laughs and waves a hand in the air “I told you this morning we were meeting with the others at 10. It was 9:50 when I came by, and you were still eating breakfast with Armin. You left the hotel at 8:30. No one takes an hour and twenty minutes to eat breakfast.” Hitch turns to Annie with a mischievous smile on her face “Besides, Armin is not alone, and he’s very understanding with me stealing you. He has Marlow, and I’m sure they are preparing for the wedding as we speak.” 

Sasha turns to Mina and Hanami wanting to hear their explanations. Hanami spoke first “I left Jean so he could work on his Best Man duties. I ran into Mina and Marco on my way to the dress shop. Marco insisted for her to help me, and we ran into Hitch who already had Annie.” Sasha turns to Hitch and Annie. Annie was trying to defend herself while Hitch was laughing at Annie’s embarrassed face. Armin and Annie must have gone sightseeing or something and lost track of time. 

“Anyways” Hanami interrupts the two while Mina goes to Annie and holds her arm for Hitch’s safety. “We need to try on our dresses, and I already got them altered. I want to see if I need to make any more last-minute changes before the wedding.” She then walked over to the bag with her name on it and motioned for the others (minus Sasha) to follow and get changed.

“I’m so excited about the wedding! I really like the color of the dresses you picked Sasha” Mina says as Sasha helps her with her dress. She turns to Sasha and gives her a sweet smile. 

Sasha was glad to have someone like Mina in her friend group. She’s going to have to thank Marco for encouraging Mina to join later. 

“I agree,” Hitch says as she puts on her dress “the guys haven’t seen what we look like either. We are going to blow them away for sure” Hitch tossed her hair a bit for an effect and laughed. She turned to Annie with another mischievous smile.

“I know Armin would be over the moon after seeing you in your dress, Annie. You could accidentally spill some wine on your dress, and Armin would still think you’re beautiful” Annie’s face turned red and she jumped a bit because of Hitch’s words. Luckily, she didn’t move around too much or Sasha would have accidentally caught Annie’s skin when she was zipping up her dress. She finished zipping up Annie’s dress before moving towards Historia to help her with her dress. 

“Isn’t over the moon a bit much?” Annie sputters, her face was still red “I’m sure Marlow would be speechless after seeing you in your dress, Hitch. You haven’t seen each other for a while and only started dating recently. I wouldn’t be surprised if he faints after seeing you.” Annie says with a serious face

Hitch gushes and hugs Annie “You always know what to say” she cries. Annie only rolls her eyes while awkwardly patting Hitch on the back. Annie may not look like it, but she actually cares about Hitch.

Meanwhile, the other girls had their dresses on and were busy taking mirror selfies with Sasha’s mirror to send to their significant others (Mikasa and Hanami also took part; although they are both single). Hitch notices and lets go of Annie. She puts her hand on Annie’s back and pushes her to the rest of the girls to join in. 

“Ymir is going to love this,” Historia praises herself after Annie joins the group and takes more mirror selfies. She switches the camera to the front camera and raises her arm to take a few group selfies. “And send” Historia sends the pictures to Ymir and then to the rest of the girls to keep for themselves. 

“I wonder what Armin is gonna think?” Hitch says out loud and nudges Annie on the side. Annie rolls her eyes but still smiles because of Hitch. Hitch then looks up to find Sasha and Mina texting their significant others. She looks over to find Hanami walking around the room to check on the dresses. Mikasa is silently staring at the photos. She looked like she was in an internal conflict with herself to pick which one she would send to the receiving end. Hitch has a 99.9% guess it was Eren. It looks like Hitch is going to play matchmaker again. If it worked for Annie, then it would work for Mikasa. Sadly, Hitch is missing her partner in crime, Ymir, for this. 

“Hey, Mikasa. Are you thinking of sending those photos to I don’t know, a certain someone, perhaps? I don’t know. Eren? Hitch asks with a cat-like grin and wiggles her eyebrows. “You’re one of the only girls in the group who is still single, and everyone knows about your crush on Eren, except for Eren himself!”

All the girls in the room sighed. Eren cares about his friends and family, but he is also pretty oblivious about Mikasa’s feelings. Eren is so focused on passing med school to be a doctor like his father that everyone thought he would stay single forever. Nevertheless, Mikasa still fell for how passionate Eren is to achieve his goal.

Mikasa flushes with embarrassment. Hopefully, no one noticed the old scarf with her stuff. Mikasa likes to keep the scarf with her because Eren was her first friend after moving to Kalokairi. She chooses not to wear it now because of the heat. 

Mikasa quickly scans at the other girls in the room and spots Hitch’s next target. At least there’s someone who is also single to get Hitch off her chest. 

“Say, Hanami, do you have any potential boyfriends in mind?” Mikasa asks casually to divert Hitch’s attention away from her. She doesn’t want Hitch to pull an Armin and Annie with her and Eren. She prefers not to have others meddle with her love life. Mikasa prefers for it to happen naturally (who knows how long that would take?)

Hitch gasps and runs over to Hanami while she is smoothening out her dress. Hitch grabs Hanami’s shoulders and starts shaking her back and forth. “Well, do you?” Hitch asks while shaking her. Hanami is the only other girl in the group (other than Mikasa) who is currently single. 

“Nope. Definitely not me” she laughs and lightly pushes Hitch off of her “I’ve been busy too preparing for Sasha’s wedding and college. I mean I have talked to a few guys since I came back, but I was only flirting with them.” She pats Hitch’s shoulder and sits down on Sasha’s bed. She pulls her phone out of her bag and starts texting someone. Hanami occasionally flirts with guys every now and then. Dating would be nice, but it is not her biggest priority. Besides, she's been busy working alongside Jean for the wedding. 

Hitch only hums and decides to not press her further (for now). She walks towards Historia who is sitting on a chest near the door while texting Ymir. Hitch had a plan in mind, and she needed someone to help. She calls her to Historia quietly and leans down to subtly whisper to her ear. She didn’t need Hanami or Mikasa to hear what she had to say. 

Historia raises her eyebrow to let Hitch know she is listening.

“Normally I would ask Ymir to help me, but you’re my next best hope Historia” Hitch whispers to Historia. Hitch looks over the room and her eyes on the others to make sure they weren’t eavesdropping on their conversation.

Historia laughs quietly “I agree. What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” Hitch begins and looks at Mikasa who is now looking at herself in the mirror with Sasha and Mina. “We all know Mikasa and Eren should get together. It’s pretty obvious, and I’m positive I saw that old scarf sticking out of Mikasa’s luggage earlier.” 

She turns her attention towards Hanami who joins the other girls. “Now as for Hanami, she’s a different case. She may or may not have accidentally spilled a few secrets to me when we went drinking with the girls one night. Now I know the perfect guy for her, but she’s too focused on Maid of Honor duties to notice. We just have to give them both a nudge if you know what I mean?” 

Historia knew exactly what Hitch was implying and who the guy was. She had a suspicion about the two since high school, but she never pursued the idea. She leaned slightly towards Hitch while watching the others with her.

“If my guesses are correct. I’m going to assume it’s him right?” 

“I think we are on the same page, Historia.” Hitch smirks “We just can tell either him or Hanami. You in?” 

Historia holds out her hand for Hitch to shake. “Alright. I'm in.” They shake hands to confirm their agreement. It looks like this trip is going to get a lot more interesting than before. 

Meanwhile, during Hitch and Historia’s secret conversation, Sasha stood behind Mikasa, Mina, and Hanami as they looked at themselves in the mirror. They were in their own little bubble admiring themselves in the mirror while ignoring the upcoming plan on the other side of the room. 

“You did so well with these dresses, Sasha” Mina compliments Sasha for the second time that morning.

“We’re gonna look fabulous tomorrow,” Hanami says joyfully. Both Hanami and Mina caused Sasha to blush.

“Thank you. I just want the perfect wedding and I want my father to give me away.” Sasha leans down and lays her cheek on Mina’s head

“I hope you got yourself a wide aisle, Sasha” Mikasa smirks, causing Mina and Hanami to laugh. Sasha playfully slaps Mikasa’s back “I will know my father as soon as I see him.” 

A knock interrupted the girls, and Niccolo enters the room. All of the girls turn to him.

“Niccolo!” the girls (minus Annie and Mikasa) scream as they open their arms for a group hug. Hitch and Historia came up with an idea and pulled the group to fall on Sasha’s bed with Niccolo

“Hey put me down” Niccolo laughs as he falls “I’m about to get married tomorrow. Can someone help me?” Annie and Mikasa help loosen the girls' grip on Niccolo and help him stand back up. Meanwhile, Sasha was laughing at her friend’s silliness. The rest of the girls stand up from the bed and move to stand in front of Niccolo

“So what do you think about the dresses?” Historia asks

“Niccolo, tell Annie that Armin is going to faint after he sees her in this dress!” Hitch complains and points at Annie

Annie lightly slaps Hitch on the head. “Knock it off, Hitch,” she says with a red face. The others were laughing at their antics. 

“You all look beautiful” Niccolo laughs and compliments the girls “I’m sure Armin will faint after seeing you, Annie.” 

“See! At least Niccolo agrees with me!” Hitch walks over to Niccolo and hugs him. She doesn’t care if the pins on her dress poke her body. At least someone agreed with her statement. She knows Annie well enough to consider herself as Annie’s best friend. 

There was another knock on Sasha’s door and it opened again to reveal Jean and Eren. 

“Eren! Jean!” Historia screams and runs to Jean’s arms. Mikasa smiles and walks to Eren. 

“Hey Historia” Jean smiles and turns to Mikasa 

“Hey Mikasa” Mikasa turn to him in Eren’s arm and smiles at him as well

Jean coughs lightly into his fist. He also had a small red tint on his face. “The guys missed you all” 

“I was wondering what was taking you so long, Niccolo,” Eren states after hugging Mikasa. He noticed how her face was red, but didn’t want to push her by asking when everyone else is in the room. 

“Sorry, Eren. I was busy talking to the other girls. Can you grab some of the stuff for me?” Niccolo lets go of Hitch and walks towards Sasha. He walks behind her and hugs her from behind. He kisses her cheek and the other girls gush on how cute he and Sasha are.

“Sure, Niccolo. Eren looks down at Mikasa in his arms “Can you help me, Mikasa? Who knows how much Jean would get done?” Eren rolls his eyes and smirks. Mikasa glances at Eren. ‘Maybe he knows something?’ She thought and plans to ask Eren about it later. 

Niccolo looks down at Sasha “You have a good eye with the dress choice. bet you’ll look even more gorgeous in your wedding dress.”

“Well, I had Hitch help me too.” Sasha laughs “It’s nice to hear coming from the man who is also baking the wedding cake. I heard you let Annie help you as practice, right?” Sasha asks and raises an eyebrow 

“She insisted on helping as practice for patisserie school. She wanted it to be a surprise, but someone (most likely Hitch) told you too early. I’m sorry about that” Niccolo raises an arm and scratches the back of his neck. He had a nervous face too.

Sasha loops her arms around Niccolo’s neck and leans up to peck on the lips. She looked into Niccolo’s hazel eyes as she spoke, “What did I ever do to deserve you? I’m glad you are okay with letting my friends play bigger roles than just bridesmaids. I can tell how happy they are to help.” 

Niccolo grins like a boy in love “It helps us save money to go travel, and after-” Niccolo’s face contours to love “we can open a restaurant together”

Sasha smiles “Here?” she inquires

Niccolo kisses Sasha’s forehead and looks down at her “Wherever you want, Sasha. I love you too much that I would follow you to the ends of the Earth if you tell me too”

Now Sasha is smiling like a girl in love “I love you too, Niccolo.” 

Meanwhile, Jean picks up a cowboy hat after hugging Historia. He walks to Niccolo and Sasha (while they are in their little bubble) and places the hat on Niccolo’s head. Jean then walks over to Sasha’s bed where Hanami is standing while she is busy typing on her phone. She didn’t notice Jean heading her way. Most of the people in the room were too busy with their own thing to notice. Historia and Hitch were the only two people to notice.  

Jean stands next to Hanami and proceeds to rest his arm on top of her head. He slightly leans down to look at her, but he doesn’t look at her phone. Jean knows better than to look at someone’s business. 

“Jean, knock it off. Go do that to someone else like Mikasa” Hanami says with an irritated tone in her voice and a red face. She swats her arm up in an attempt to remove Jean’s arm off her head. Jean put his arm back no matter how many times Hanami tried to take it off. 

“Hmmm, I’d rather not. You’re short enough for me to be a good armrest ” Jean teases Hanami and puts his arm on her head again. The 11-inch difference is a fun thing for Jean to mess with Hanami with. It’s not his fault he had a huge growth spurt in high school. 

“There are girls here who are shorter than me!” Hanami grumbles and gives up after a few more failed attempts. She is still red from embarrassment. She didn’t understand why he didn’t do that to Mina and Historia (Annie is out of the question unless you want to end up on the floor). Hanami just crosses her arms instead and frowns as Jean instructs Eren to pick up what’s left for the bachelor party. Hanami didn’t notice Historia and Hitch laughing to themselves after watching the whole thing going on. Mina slightly breaks off her conversation with Annie and turns to Historia and Hitch. Looks like someone noticed after all. 

‘We’ll tell you about it later’ Historia whispers to Mina

“I got everything we need for the bachelor party Niccolo. We can go now.” Eren tells Niccolo and holds up the box of stuff. Sasha perks up and turns around in Niccolo’s arms to face him “Yes, you need to go. Us girls are very busy at the moment.”

Sasha proceeds to push Niccolo towards the doors. Jean (finally) takes his arm off of Hanami’s head and is still smirking at her irritated face as he leaves. Eren follows the two but turns around before heading out

“You look beautiful in that dress, Mikasa.” Eren compliments and gives the girls a two-finger salute before leaving. Mikasa blushes at his statement, and Sasha closes the door after all of the guys have left. The girls stood there, and their mouths were open with shock. 

Hitch claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Ok, now that we know how great Mikasa looks in these dresses, thanks to Eren, let’s change so we can go to the beach later.” Hitch turned to Mikasa and Historia. “You brought your swimsuits, right?” 

“Yes,” Historia says cheerfully. Mikasa was not as cheerful because she was still blushing after Eren’s compliment. Speaking of Eren, she is not letting Sasha run out without answering her question. 

“Sasha, you did not answer my question from last time. Did you tell Niccolo about your fathers?” Mikasa asks as she begins taking off her dress. The other girls, except Historia, look at each other while helping each other get out of their dresses. It seems like they already knew the answer.

Sasha puts her hands on her hips. “No, because Niccolo would tell me to tell my mom.”

Mikasa was not going to let it down. “Hange is going to kill you when she finds out” she argues.

“I doubt Hange would pull a Levi on her only daughter. The worse she could do is break a table with a kick” Hanami chimes in while putting her clothes back on. 

Of course, she must have read Hange’s journal too because she also found it with Sasha. All of the girls nodded in agreement. Hange loves Sasha too much to actually hurt her.

“Well it will be too late when Mom finds out,” Sasha says confidently and with a smile on her face

The others were already done changing, and they stared at Sasha again. They all had a worried look on their faces. Who knows what chaos would ensue when Sasha’s fathers arrive on the island?

Sasha, noticing the worry on her friend's faces, moves from her spot near the door and sits down on her bed. The others move to stand in front of Sasha. She looks up to her friends with a hopeful look on her face.

“All my life, I felt like something was missing, and when I finally met my father-” Sasha smiles at the thought of finally reuniting with her father. Sasha has never had an actual father in her life. The only person she can name who counts as a father-figure is Moblit, her mom’s assistant. He helped her Mom run the hotel and take care of Sasha since she was 2. Now, Sasha is going to finally meet her actual father “-everything will fall into place.” 

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Yes, I'm aware the title is not a song by ABBA. I plan on using older songs like 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' to chapters scenes where no one is singing in the movie. I hope you enjoyed this week's chapter! The plot will actually move in the next one, I promise. I may or may not have been smiling like an idiot when I wrote the Nicosasha scene lol. I kinda based it on how I want my future bf to be like. A girl can dream haha.

I’ve had that head as armrest thing happen to me before. I find it odd because I’m considered average height lol. 

Mikasa’s great aunt I mentioned last chapter is Kiyoomi. I never said her name because I didn’t want to spoil anything

I remember an ask from @fanmoose12​ blog asking about Jeankasa. The question is, is it endgame? 😏

Again, I hope y'all had a good Valentine's day. I hope you stay safe (if you are experiencing the winter storm)

Thank you so much for reading!

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Non-Sequential [Ch. 16]

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him.

Word Count: 3,100

Chapter 15

Bucky squinted as the sun beamed down on him.

It had become a routine of sorts. Y/N, not knowing anyone in Wakanda nor willing to make new friends in her current state, would usually find her way down to Bucky’s farm eventually. Some days she couldn’t bring herself to leave her room. But it felt like those were becoming less and less of a thing.

She’d ask Bucky if she could help with anything. He refused to give her any actual job. He pretty much just asked her to feed the animals, or convinced her they needed to be talked to or they’d get irritated.

Mostly Y/N just sat on a bail of hay or a blanket he’d throw on the ground for her and read while Bucky worked around the farm.

She almost never talked to him.

Bucky wished she would, but being able to keep an eye on her was good enough for him…for now.

“You ever take a break from reading?” He called out in exasperation after he threw another bail of hay off the large wagon.

She eyed him, “To do what exactly?”

Bucky’s smile faltered a little bit, knowing he was nearing dangerous territory. “Ever considered writing something of your own?”

Y/N glared at him, “You mean like a diary?”

He shrugged. “Diary, journal, notebook – whatever you want to call it, yeah.”

“No, thanks.” She shot back instantly and then somehow picked up her book again with an attitude and put an end to her portion of the discussion.

Bucky took a few steps closer to her and then put his hands on his hips. “You know, it might help a bit.”

“Sure,” she snapped back without taking her eyes off of her book.

“You’re not talking to me, kid. You’re not talking to anyone. At least talk to yourself. Get those thoughts out of your head and on paper. Maybe it’ll help you make sense of them.”

Now Y/N was fully glaring at him. “Yeah?” She mocked. “Is that what you do?”

Bucky took the challenge. “Yes, actually. It is.”

“I’m not trying to piece together my memories, Bucky. I know what happened to me. I’m not trying to remember. I’m trying to forget it.” Her voice was cold as ice when she said it.

“I’m only trying to help, Y/N.” He told her softly.

But she wasn’t finished with her anger yet. She stood up and took a few combative steps toward him until she was just a foot away from him.

“What do you want me to write? That the curse I was given almost got me killed once again? That I was tortured?” She was screaming now. “That I live every day fucking terrified of when I get thrown somewhere in time again? That – after everything that’s happened – my boyfriend left me in a foreign country to deal with it all alone?”

He was quiet.

“Is that what you want me to write, Bucky? Yes or no?” She bellowed.

“You’re not alone,” he muttered.

Her face dropped. “What?”

He looked her dead in the eyes. “I said you’re not alone.”

“Whatever,” Y/N rejected before stomping away.

But Bucky couldn’t let her leave in such a condition. She may have yelled it all at him, but it was the first time she had even somewhat opened up. It was the first time she even told anyone that she had been tortured. Obviously it was what every had already assumed. But he took it as a giant step forward, having her finally just admit it.

In a panic, he turned and gently grabbed her forearm.

Y/N ripped it away like he’d burned her and whirled around. “Don’t fucking touch me!” But her eyes weren’t wide with anger. They were wide with pure and acute fear.

Bucky quickly stepped back and raised his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. That was stupid.”

Her fear was quickly replaced with embarrassment. She escaped even quicker now.

This time, Bucky had no choice but to let her.

He rubbed his face and then nearly pulled out his hair.

“Goddammit!” He hissed to himself. 


 What the hell had he been thinking, grabbing her like that?

No one understood what she was going through more than him. When he first got out of cryo and was on the run, the idea of ever letting someone touch him again made him sick to his stomach. No matter how kind someone’s face or intentions were, he no longer trusted that anyone’s touch would do anything other than harm him.

Bucky stomped into his hut and started going through his things.

“Damnit, where’d I put that thing?” He muttered to himself.

Eventually he found it in a drawer: a phone, the burner phone that Steve had given him. It was for emergencies. Through Wakandan tech, Steve would call every once in awhile. But sometimes he was in places where that wasn’t possible. But the burner phone was the exception.

Bucky flipped it open and dialed the only number in the address book.

It only rang twice before he picked up.

“Buck? Is everything OK?” His voice was instantly panicked.

“It’s not me,” Bucky said slow and quiet.

The other end went quiet.

“She’s not OK, Steve. She needs you. You hear me? So, get your ass back here and be there for her. I’m not going to tell you again.”

Then he hung up before Steve could answer.

—————

Despite her anger at Bucky, Y/N still didn’t want to be alone.

Shuri had told Y/N, with utter sincerity, that she always welcome in her lab.

So Y/N found herself making her way there, almost like a zombie of sorts.

Two of the Dora Milaje nodded at her politely as she walked through the doors. It only took a few days for all of the guards to put together that Y/N held almost 0 threat to the royal family or the general public. Soon they grew protective of her, losing all sense of suspicion and mistrust.

Shuri spotted Y/N’s entrance immediately and jumped in excitement. “Oh, great! Your timing could not be better!”

Y/N blinked in surprise and confusion.

“I’ve done quite a few tests with your blood work. However, I’ll learn a lot more once I get the readings from before and after your time-travel. But that will come eventually.”

Y/N shivered at the idea of traveling again. 

She hadn’t since returning to the present after being tortured and held captive by Hydra. The thought of ending up somewhere dangerous again was the reason she couldn’t sleep and her mind was filled with horrors.

Shuri pointed to one of her lab chairs and grabbed another for herself, silently telling Y/N to take a seat.

“We’ve clarified two things,” Shuri started in a serious and authoritative voice, “You only travel to two types of places in the past and future: places of your own life and places of Steve’s life.”

Y/N winced a bit. “Well…that’s not entirely true.”

Shuri tilted her head to the side.

“I went back in time to Bucky – I guess it was twice, depending on how you look at it.”

“Go on,” Shuri encouraged.

“I went back to WWII. Steve was technically there. But he was on a scouting mission. The date was more significant for Bucky than it was for Steve. It was Bucky that found me, not Steve. And then the other time…” Y/N suddenly realized that she would have to talk about Hydra to explain the second time she’d been brought to Bucky.

“When you last traveled,” Shuri finished for her. “You do not have to talk about it if you are not ready.” The princess offered with a kind and gentle smile.

Y/N swallowed awkwardly and realized how dry her mouth and throat had suddenly become. But she just nodded.

“While I have yet to fully analyze and diagnose your abilities, I am starting to understand what motivates where they take you.” Shuri began to explain and pulled up a hologram of a brain. But not just any brain, it was Y/N’s brain. “There are two things I believe are controlling the destinations of your travels: memory and love.”

Shuri pointed to the lit up areas of the brain. “The parts of your brain that control memory are your amygdala, hippocampus, cerebellum and prefrontal cortex. Emotions like fear and love are controlled by the limbic system, which is located in the temporal lobe. The amygdala is also part of the limbic system, which – as I just mentioned – also controls memory.”

Y/N slowly stood up from here seat and got closer to stare at the scan. “So, basically, my amygdala is the things that most controls of my ability?”

Shuri nodded, “That is the simplest way I can put it.”

Y/N crossed her arms and still stared at the scan. “I travel to Steve because I love him so much.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but Shuri was able to make out the words still.

“When it comes to your memories, you cannot think of them as linear. Your powers take memories from your past and future to effect your present. Your memories have no beginning and no end. Your powers are all-knowing. I believe, perhaps, you are in a Predestination Paradox.”

“What does that mean?” Y/N quickly interrupted.

“Well, you are unable to change the past, which would be what the time travel theorists call a Grandfather Paradox. You are simply a witness through both the past and the future, unable to change anything. Therefore, your visits have already been set in time.”

Y/N nodded, somehow following Shuri’s explanation and theories.

“The reason you started traveling to Steve, before you even met him in your present, is because your consciousness already existed in the future. And your love for each other created a chemical effect that influenced your time-traveling destinations…forever.”

The last part was the least surprising of the news. Over the years, Y/N and Steve had put together that their bond in the future had brought them together in both of their pasts. But the way Shuri explained it all made it all seem so much more formidable.

“And what if we stopped?” Y/N’s voice shook as she asked.

Shuri squinted. It was the first time she seemed confused in the conversation. “Stopped what?”

“Stopped loving one another.”

Shuri’s first reaction was to say that she couldn’t imagine a world where Steve and her didn’t love each other. But it was not her place to say such things. Y/N was looking for a scientific hypothesis, not a friend to talk her down.

“I…I do not know, Y/N.” Shuri admitted.

“Can you make it stop?” Y/N shot back. “Can you back the time traveling stop?”

Shuri bowed her head. “I am not sure yet. There is still far too much to learn before I can give you an honest answer, Y/N.”

Meanwhile, Y/N looked more disappointed than anything. But she bowed her head slightly in acceptance before fleeing the lab in a brisk walk.

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Y/N had made her way to the lake. It was the middle of the night. It would have been a little more dangerous had a guard not been assigned to her. The only time they left her alone was when she was with Bucky. Y/N had found that odd, but didn’t dare think on it too long.

She hugged one knee to her chest, as her other leg dangled over the dock and her foot drew circles in the cold water.

Then she heard footsteps coming up behind her.

They were loud in a way that made her realize the person made sure she heard them, so they wouldn’t scare her.

Bucky.

Only Bucky would do something like that.

Y/N didn’t turn around or acknowledge him. But she felt him sit down beside her. It was a little difficult for him to do, with having one arm and all. He made sure to put a few feet between them. 

“I went to the palace to talk to you. When you weren’t in your room, I thought I might find you here.”

She didn’t say anything in return.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for grabbing you the other day. I should’ve known better. I just panicked when I saw how upset I’d made you and immediately wanted to fix it.”

She stayed silent.

“You won’t talk about it. But I know what happened to you,” Bucky finally confessed. “I know because I remember. When Shuri finally got rid of my brainwashing, memories just started flooding back. And when I saw you for the first time here, it triggered everything. I saw your injuries and – I was there.”

Y/N’s eyes finally snapped to him. His ice-blue eyes were already waiting to meet her gaze. 

Her breathing became heavier.

“I’m not telling you this so I can pretend to know what you’re going through.” His look stayed so gentle and sincere. “I’m telling you because I want you to know that even if you never want to talk about what happened, you don’t have to do this by yourself. You don’t have to have to keep it a secret because you’re scared of how people will react.”

Y/N’s eyes swelled with tears that she managed to blink away.

A silence settled between them. All they could hear were the crickets and other nocturnal creatures. The waves of the lake would make a heavier sound against the pebbly beach every so often.

Finally, Y/N took in a shaky breath. Her gaze looked over the water now. “When I first saw you here–” She shook her head. “I can’t explain it, but I instantly got this odd sense of comfort. It made me realize that I wasn’t alone in what I went through. Because, even if it wasn’t really you, you were there with me.”

She looked at him. “Do you remember what you did?”

Bucky swallowed. He couldn’t find the words.

“You tried to help me,” Y/N muttered. “You protected me.”

He shook his head. “And look what a shit job I did at it.”

“That’s not true,” Y/N urged.

“If I had been stronger, I could’ve stopped it all. I could’ve kept you safe.”

“Bucky, you were brainwashed. The fact that you were even able to break through it at all and do what you had is remarkable.”

He was starting to get worked up now. “If Steve knew I was there and did nothing…”

“But you did do something!” Y/N argued.

Suddenly they were interrupted by Y/N’s guard walking to them. “I have a message from His Majesty.” Then the guard tapped the Kimoyo Beads around his wrist and a hologram of T’Challa appeared.

“Sergeant Barnes, Y/N,” he greeted politely, as if it wasn’t the middle of the night. “I must request that you both come back to the palace immediately.”

“Is something wrong?” Y/N asked quickly.

“No, but your presence is required.” Then he hung up, leaving no room for more questions or refusals.

Y/N shared a worried look with Bucky. But he didn’t seem to feel the same concern.

“Come on,” Bucky said as he carefully maneuvered himself back onto his feet. It should’ve been more awkward without a second limb. But even with one arm, Bucky was disturbingly graceful.

He held out his hand, offering to help Y/N up.

She took it without really thinking, trying to figure out what could possibly be waiting for them at the royal palace.

The walk was filled with silence.

Little did Y/N know that Bucky was pretty sure what – or rather, who – would be waiting for them with King T’Challa.

The guard led them to the landing dock without forewarning them. They just followed mindlessly.

Someone with dirty blonde and shaggy hair was talking to T’Challa, with his back to them.

Y/N squinted.

T’Challa meeting her gaze made the stranger’s back tense and stop talking.

He turned around and Y/N stopped in her tracks.

Steve looked like a different person. For the first time since Y/N knew him, he had a beard. His hair was longer than she’d ever seen it. Somehow he looked bigger, but she doubted that was a actual possibility.

While Y/N’s eyes widened in shock and – was it fear? – Steve looked like his heart was about to burst out of his chest. 

Then his eyes shifted between her and Bucky. He hadn’t expected his best friend to be at Y/N’s side when he saw her again.

Without even realizing what she was doing, Y/N took a quick and big step backward. It caused her to run into Bucky’s chest.

“It’s OK, kid.” Bucky whispered to her reassuringly.

The interaction didn’t go amiss by Steve.

Y/N was breathing heavily, convinced she was about to have a panic attack at any moment. The shock of it all was doing nothing for her sleep deprivation. Her emotions were all over the place. She was in no state to be able to handle this.

“Figured you’d be sleeping by the time I got here,” Steve finally broke the silence.

Of all the first things to say to Y/N, Steve knew that shouldn’t been it. But he lost all composure.

Y/N stared at him for a moment, still trying to process if she was starting to imagine things. It wasn’t uncommon for people with insomnia.

But then something snapped within her.

“So you were planning on leaving before I could see you,” she accused.

Steve blinked, surprised by the animosity of both her words and tone.

But before anyone else could say anything, Y/N turned on her heels and fled.

“Y/N, wait!” Bucky called after her, taking a step in her direction.

But he had learned his lesson and let her run.

T’Chall cleared his throat. “I will…let you speak amongst yourselves.” Then he looked at Steve. “I have prepared a room for you, Captain. The guard will show you to it when you are ready. Goodnight.”

Steve gave a nod in thanks, and he and Bucky watched the King leave them.

“She hates me,” Steve whispered the moment they were alone.

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Chapter 17

So, I’ve had a shit couple of days. I also haven’t been inspired or motivated to write. I’m honestly shocked I was even able to write this chapter in a somewhat timely matter. It would make me very happy if you guys commented or just shared your thoughts and reactions. :) Thanks

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 Surviving The Walking Dead - The Enemy (Chapter 14)

Author: @stilessdylanobae-ddixonlove

Characters: Daryl Dixon, Dog, Michonne, Negan, Lydia, Maggie Rhee, Baby Hershel, Carol Peletier, Aaron and Reader. 

Summary: Y/n returns to Alexandria with Michonne after learning about the attack on Lydia. The council is to make a decision about Negan’s fate. Y/n and Lydia learn the truth about Negan’s past actions from Maggie. 

Note: This was a difficult chapter to write. I knew we needed the others to explain what Negan did and why he received a life sentence as a prisoner. But actually doing so was not easy. I hope I did an okay job, at least. Lucky for me those reading this have most likely seen the show and know exactly what happened making it easier to understand. Also, seeing yourself as a possible enemy to the group, yet not wanting to be is such an interesting take. I hope you don’t hate it. 

As always, some conversations are the same as or very similar to those that took place in AMC’s The Walking Dead. I DO NOT take credit for those.

Warning: Cursing, mention of very violent acts and killing, threatening dialogue, painful triggers and some slow burn. 

Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen

After the council met to discuss what to do with Negan since Margo’s death, Daryl went to visit him in his cell, feeling rather torn. The door squeaked shut as the brooding man made his way inside the jail and over to the metal bars that enclosed his long time enemy. Negan laid on his lumpy bed within it, his eyes closed and arms folded across his chest. He was feeling just as tormented by the recent horrific events and wondered about his future, until sighing loudly at his visitor’s presence. 

“How’s the kid?” Negan asked, remaining still.

“She’s banged up, but she’ll be alright.” Daryl replied, much calmer than the last time they’d spoke. He reached an arm out and grabbed hold of the bars to Negan’s cell to steady himself. “You know the people out there are talking about putting you down? Saying Rick ain’t around to save you no more.” He spoke, fiercely. Negan sat up on his bed, slowly listening.

“If you came here looking for a confession, keep walking.” Negan enforced, clenching his jaw. “It was an accident and for the record, screw her. She was a goddamn asshole beating on a kid. The world’s better off.” He said, shaking his head while Daryl remained silent. 

Negan squinted his eyes curiously. “But you already know that, don’t you?” He then continued. Daryl glared hard while Negan snickered. “You came down here to look me in the eye because you don’t know what to do with me. Shit, all that time you spent fantasizing about my death, all that time you spent actually trying to kill me and now look at you, you’re not so sure.” Negan continued.  

“You listen to me.” Daryl stepped closer and put his face to the bars. “You and I ain’t never been in a room before. Not toe to toe and there ain’t nobody to save you right now.” He threatened.

“So, what do you want me to do Daryl? Stay away from them? Stay away from your girls?” Negan grinned, a certain sadness to it that sat on the edges of his lips. 

“That’s a start.” Daryl grimaced.

“You and I both know those people out there are out for blood.” Negan pointed to the outside window. “It doesn’t matter now.” He said, defeated.

“Why help Lydia? You ain’t no hero.” Daryl questioned, stepping back to pace the room, not feeling any better. 

“No, I’m not. I’m a sucker.” Negan noted. Daryl stopped walking and tilted his head in wonder. “See, I started believing in your way of life. Your moral code. Hell, you even gave me a little taste of freedom just so you could yank it away when I actually did the right thing.” He continued. Daryl stared long and hard and Negan looked to the ground, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together.

“Well, your gonna get your chance to tell your side.” Daryl finally said, revealing his true intentions for now.

“Now who’s the sucker.” Negan grumbled as Daryl left.

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Later that morning, you and Michonne had returned to Alexandria together since helping at Hilltop. She went home while you entered Carol’s house forcefully and stopped at the staircase. 

“Carol?” You hollered up them. Then you walked to the living room entry way and peered inside. “Lydia?” You hollered some more, a tad frantic. Finally, you heard foot steps marching down the stairs so you ran to return to them. It was Daryl. He stopped midway down at the sight of you. “Where’s Lydia?” You finally and awkwardly asked him, crossing your arms. She then appeared at the top of the staircase, the left side of her face was a little black and blue and she held her stomach as she walked. You looked back to Daryl and finally sighed in relief. 

“I’m okay.” She told you, making her way downstairs. You gently pulled her in for a hug. “You didn’t have to come back.” 

“What are you talking about?” You questioned her logic. “What happened?” Carol appeared from her bedroom door rubbing her eyes, having been woken up by the sudden commotion.

“Those asshole kids happened.” Carol informed you. 

“But Negan saved me.” Lydia stated.

“What?” You uncomfortably licked your lips.

“Negan saved my life.” Lydia repeated. You lowered your arms away from your chest and waited further for an explanation.

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Later that afternoon, when Lydia had finished explaining what happened the night Margo was killed, Daryl sat on the porch outside with Dog. You watched him through the window as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth to light. You were sure he felt just as awful as you did.  

You sent Lydia back upstairs to rest and stay out of sight for awhile, knowing everyone in Alexandria would be talking and it would be hard for her. You thanked Carol for letting her stay and slowly reached for the front door knowing that Daryl was still sitting just outside of it. He immediately looked up to see you. It stung a little, sending a sudden shock through your body. He hadn’t really looked at you in days. You looked to your feet as you tried to repress the pain. 

“I’m glad she’s okay. I’m glad both of you are.” You calmly said, brushing your y/h/c hair behind your ear. He took another puff of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke with a nod. 

“Yeah, me too.” He finally spoke to you, his voice shaky. You began to make your way down the steps and prepared to leave. But then you stopped and turned back to him in wonder. 

“Do you believe her?” You asked, hoping he’d at least talk to you about Lydia, whom you both had grown to love and care for indefinitely. He took another puff of his cigarette, then rubbed it out in the plant beside him. 

“Mhm.” He unhappily admitted. You stepped back onto Carol’s steps and sat down, leaning against the railing and rested your arms on your knees. You stared at him, while he refused to make eye contact with you once again. “Look Daryl, I didn’t know he was alive. I haven’t seen him in years, for all I knew every last one of the Saviors was taken out.” You sighed. “And it wasn’t a real marriage.” 

“It don’t matter.” He revealed. Looking at you with immense pain and anger in his eyes, his breathing increased as he spoke. You wondered what that really meant or if he even cared anymore. “You don’t know what he’s done; what he’s capable of.” He snapped.

“How do you figure?” You threw back. “I lived with him for a long time, spent a lot of time with him. I watched him torture people first hand. I know who he is.” You replied. The idea of you living with Negan, as mentioned, only angered him more. The idea of you standing by his side after everything he had done forced or not, was something that Daryl couldn’t think about. 

“No, Y/n!” He hollered, standing up from his seat. “You don’t know what he did to us!” Dog whined and laid down beside you.

“So tell me.” You cried, petting your worried furry friend. But Daryl only shook his head and stormed off. “That’s it then?” You yelled after him, referring to your relationship with him as well as the conversation you’d been having.

He slowed his pace and slightly turned back. 

“What do you want me to say?” He asked.

“I just want you to talk to me.” You told him. “Say something.” 

“I can’t.” He simply replied. And that’s truly how he felt. He wasn’t good at talking. Or feeling; or really expressing himself at all. He looked at you sincerly, the fear circling around his deep blue eyes. 

And then he left. And you watched him walk away, both of you unsure of just about everything. 

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Somehow, you found yourself heading straight for Negan after talking with Daryl. Lydia had told you he was back to being locked up and she was worried about what might happen to him in the days to come. You came to an abrupt halt, thinking strongly about turning around and wondering if it was all just an act. You told yourself that one good deed couldn’t eliminate all the bad he’s ever done. But ultimately you couldn’t help yourself and continued on to face him next. Once again the door let off a loud squeak as it came closed and Negan took a deep and exaggerated breath at the sound of it. 

“Can’t a guy catch a break?” He whined without looking, back to laying in his bed. You grabbed the key to his cell off the desk in the far right corner of the room, placed it in the lock and let yourself inside. As metal door closed behind you, he finally looked up, a bit startled.

“Oh.” He sat up. “Hello, Princess.”

“Stop with that.” You scolded. He rubbed his hands together awkwardly and looked to the ground, defeated. You crinkled your brow at his reaction and then went to sit next to him. “You’re really worried aren’t you?” You questioned. He looked to you with a fake smile and gestured his hands out, pressed his lips together to confirm your suspicion and then put them back together, clutching them tightly. “It’s not a good look on you.” You teased. He chuckled quietly. “Lydia told me everything.” You began. He sighed. 

“Listen, I-” He began before you put a hand up to silence him.

“Put this in the do not discuss pile for now, but she’s saying you helped and I believe her.” You interrupted. He looked to you, searching your eyes. He seemed calm and somewhat relieved. He felt grateful to you. 

“Well, you might be the only one.” He said, graciously. “Why though?” He wondered. The truth was, what you told Daryl was true. You had seen first hand what he was capable of and the pain he often inflicted. But you’d also seen a side of him he tried to keep dormant. The side that loved and felt things for children like Lydia. You kept staring at him, directly into his hazel eyes while they searched your calm expression, feeling things about you he hadn’t felt in a long time. Things he’d tried to push down and keep out for as long as he’d known you. Things that you pretended not to know he struggled with. “Does Daryl know you believe me? I’m sure that’ll really piss him off.” He asked, seriously. You looked to the ground.

“I’m not so sure it matters anymore.” You mumbled.

“I don’t get you two anyway, he’s a lone wolf. And I’m pretty sure he likes it that way.” Negan noted. 

“Maybe you’re right.” You replied. There was a pause. “Negan, why are you here in the first place? What did you do to these people?” You finally asked.

“How did you escape the Sanctuary?” He countered. You deadpanned him. 

“Why have you been a prisoner here this whole time?” You asked again, determined. 

“Maybe we should add that to the do not discuss pile.” He scratched the back of his head.

“You know I’ll find out one way or another, especially if you want me to help you.” You taunted. He grinned. 

“I don’t.” He admitted. You squinted, questionably. “And seeing as this may be the end for me, I wanna tell you something.” He swallowed harshly. You scowled at the thought. “I’m sorry.” He said.

“What?” You quickly responded, looking back to him in surprise. “I’m sorry for everything that happened to you since knowing me. The truth is, you were  someone I never wanted to hurt and I know I did. We both know I’m not a good person.” He admitted with a shrug. You swallowed nervously, then looked to your feet as you questioned what to say next. 

“I’ll do what I can to help you. For Lydia.” You assured him. He shook his head. 

“You helping me can only end badly for you.” He stated. You replied with a careless shrug, knowing you were already on the dark side. He eventually grinned, sensing your frustration and reached up to put his hand on the left side of your cheek and moved your face closer to his. He slowly, hesitantly leaned in and gave you a soft and delicate kiss on the lips. 

When you finally opened your eyes, he had scooted away. “Goodbye, Y/n.” He said, looking to the ground. It really seemed as though he’d given up. You quickly stood, unable to properly react to everything that just took place and left, locking him back inside all alone. 

When you got outside you were quickly distracted from your thoughts by a large crowd forming by the front gate. More people walked by to investigate while you simply watched from afar. Daryl sat, whittling at a piece of wood and trying to clear his head when he too looked up and noticed someone entering Alexandria’s doors as the crowd grew larger.

It was Maggie, holding baby Hershel in a sling around her chest as she road a horse into Alexandria. Aaron helped her dismount and walked with her back to the council room. When they reached the doorway you spotted Michonne there waiting. Carol appeared and hugged her tight with a smile, then Michonne spotted Daryl and nodded at him to come join before closing the door behind them. 

You felt left out. 

But her visit was a surprise to everyone. Daryl could see you watching them disappear inside and sighed. He had a hunch as to why she was here and wanted you and Lydia to know as well. He approached you slowly, his footsteps startling you. You couldn’t bare what might happen if he found out Negan just kissed you. You felt guilty. Yet, angry with him at the same time for not even trying to fix things with you.

“Come on.” He mumbled to you, inviting you along with him to find out what was going on. You stared as he walked passed you and away from the council meeting. Then he turned back and noticed your apparent confusion. “I want Lydia to come too.” He responded, simply. So you followed him back to Carol’s place to get her before meeting up with the others. 

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You, Daryl and Lydia all entered the council room together to see Maggie sitting on the floor with Hershel while the others had gathered around them. You walked in mid-conversation and heard her say one thing before she noticed the three of you join. 

“I’m here to cast my vote on Negan.” Maggie said. Her eyes met yours then Daryl’s, who took a deep breath. His eyes were glossy, his posture uncertain. Then Maggie looked to Lydia and stared at her, disapproval spread across her face before she looked back to the whole room. “I left to get away from it all, but things are happening again. I deserve some say.” She said. “I’m sure most of you know and understand what my vote is.” 

“Maggie, we’re still trying to understand exactly what happened.” Michonne stated.

“Is that why she’s here?” Maggie asked, looking back to Lydia. The teen frowned. “He should’ve died a long time ago. I’ll enforce that belief, same as before. Why should anyone else get killed?” 

“But, Negan saved my life.” Lydia stepped up. Maggie sighed loudly, her words hard to hear. Maggie looked up to Daryl.

“They don’t know everything, do they?” Maggie asked her old friend. Daryl shook his head, saddened. 

“I wanted you to tell them.” He admitted. She looked back to her son, who cooed and smiled at his mother. She smiled right back, trying to earn the courage to explain her view on Negan and his future here.

“Well, for starters he held Daryl captive for months, left him in a dark and cold room. No bathroom, no showers, little food and no human interaction. They tortured him.” Daryl gritted his teeth as Maggie looked to only you now. “He tortured him. Trying to get him to come to his side, among others.” She added. Lydia looked to Daryl, sadness filled her whole body. “And that was after. After we were ambushed and forced to obey Negan’s orders to give the Saviors half of our supplies. All of us, all our Communities. He was a cult leader. He took other men’s wives just because he could.” You swallowed harshly as Daryl stiffened his stance. “A cold blooded killer, who took anyone out for disobeying his rules. He’d kill just to send a message, and he did. He burned his own men’s faces with hot irons when they misbehaved.” Maggie went on. “Rosita stood up to him once and he killed two of our people, in front of Rick’s children.” You weren’t surprised by any of what she was saying, yet it still had such an effect on you. It hurt to hear. “Eventually, he caught several of us planning to retaliate against him.” She went on, speaking much slower now. Daryl sat down and lowered his head to hide his face for this part of the story. Maggie looked back to her son, tears filled her eyes and her face grew red and angry. Her lip quivered as she closed her eyes and tried to gather herself enough to go on. She looked up to Lydia, a tear escaped down her cheek. “It was random.” She said. “A random act of revenge for going behind his back.” She said looking to you for a minute, then went back to firmly staring at Lydia, scolding her with her eyes. “He took his baseball bat and he killed two of our people with it. I wore their splattered blood on my face.” She quivered some more and looked to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. “Abraham. A good man. Gone, just like that.” She said before locking eyes with you once again. “And Glenn.” She said his name and the air in the room instantly felt thicker and harder to breath in. The people listening along side of you, paced uncomfortably now. Some of them crying. “The best man I’ve ever known. My husband. Hershel’s father.” She stated. Another shock went through you as the realization hit and you felt her devastation. “Brutally killed, right in front of me by Negan’s hand. My entire world, my entire future destroyed.” She finished.

Silence filled the room. An uncomfortable, overbearing silence. 

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After Michonne declared more time for the people to think about their votes, the crowded room emptied but the thickness in the air remained. The overpowering emotion was still there and your chest continued to ache. You felt more guilty now than ever and feared that if Maggie ever learned the truth about you and Negan, she wouldn’t forgive you. You’d be considered the enemy for sure. 

You were one of the last to leave, looking back at Daryl who still sat in the chair. Then you proceeded through the door but left it cracked behind you and waited for him to exit too. You could feel his pain and wanted to know more. You could hear the sniffles, the hesitant sound of his boots as he stepped closer to Maggie. “Daryl.” She said questionably. He stood and finally looked at her.

“I’m sorry.” He said, his entire body shaking. “I never told you that. I’m sorry.” He repeated to her.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Maggie calmly told him, a bit taken back.

"It was.” Daryl said, his voice cracking. In all the years that Maggie knew him, she’d never seen him so vulnerable. It made her sad.

“No it wasn’t.” She confirmed. Daryl looked to her, distressed. “You're one of the good things in this world. That’s what Glenn thought and he would know. Because he was one of the good guys too.” She cried and embraced him, hugging him tight. An action that comforted them both greatly.

After just a few more minutes, Daryl wiped his eyes and he made his way to the door. He looked back at Maggie with his hand on the knob for another agonizing moment, then he finally continued on his way. He was surprised when he saw you standing on the other side, listening to everything. He looked to you sincerly now, not upset or angry like he had been for too long. He studied your face. You wanted to hug him so badly. You even slightly moved forward like you might do it but he walked away before you could. You watched him leave, again and it was then you were sure the two of you would never be back to where you were. You realized you may have really lost him.

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That night you sat in the hayloft with your favorite fuzzy plaid blanket spread over top of your shoulders. Your feet were like ice cubes and you could see when your warm breath would meet the cold air. The stars twinkled in the dark sky just outside the small, wide open window of the barn. You couldn’t ever seem to get over how bright they were here and away from the well lit city you used to know. Suddenly, you heard someone from below. You looked over the edge to see Daryl heading for the ladder. When he reached the top and you could fully see his face, you simply stared. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes puffy. You knew he was still upset. He took a deep breath.

“It’s cold tonight. Are you sure you wanna sleep here?” He asked. You blinked in disbelief of his concern, pulling your blanket up higher.

“This is my spot.” You frowned. He finished climbing the ladder and sat down beside you, his knees against his chest. He took another long and drawn out breath as he prepared what he wanted to say. 

“The night Negan caught us...” He began, clearing his throat. “After he killed Abraham, I stepped up and tried to stop him. I tried to fight back.” He said. You hummed and turned to get closer, wanting to hear more. “That’s when he killed Glenn. And maybe if I hadn’t, maybe if I’d just stayed still....” He trailed off. Once again you could feel his pain, but you understood it more this time. 

“You can’t put that on yourself.” You replied. “And I heard Maggie today, she doesn’t blame you.” He huffed. 

“I just wanted you to know.” He noted. 

“Yeah, I’m glad you told me.” You half smiled. “I’m sorry.” You leaned in closer and placed your hand on his that rested on the floor. He quickly moved it away. “But?” You asked, the fear now growing within you. 

“I can’t, Y/n....” He said again.

“You can’t what?” You stuttered. He simply looked to his feet and grunted quietly. Then you nodded, putting it together. “Fine.” You said. He looked to you now, the finalization of it all hurt him a lot more than he would admit. He searched your expression. It was filled with anger, betrayal, grief and heartache. You scooted away. 

“I didn’t mean-” 

“It’s fine, I wanted you to talk to me and you did. Okay? You can’t get passed it and I can’t change what happened.” You teared up, your throat burning as you tried to hold them back. 

“Please.” He asked you to stop.

“Tell me I’m wrong then.” You suggested. He said nothing. You got up, climbed over him and down the ladder to leave the barn. You walked back to Carol’s house where he eventually followed, happy you weren’t going to suffer just because you were mad at him. But you immediately went to Lydia’s room and closed the door behind you so he couldn’t follow.

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The next morning you went back to see Negan after staying up all night long, unable to get any sleep. You made a decision and you had a plan. The handsome prisoner once again sat up on his bed and looked to you in wonder. 

“Let me make one thing clear.” You scolded. “You are an absolute piece of garbage, scum on this planet and you probably deserve to die.” You told him, breathing heavily. He stood up, a little stunned yet understanding and nodded in agreement.

“Okay.” He replied. You walked back over to the desk and reached inside the drawer where you had returned the key to his cell the day before. You grabbed it and held it firmly in the air where he could see it. “You will never be able to fix it. But you are going to help these people now. Got it?” 

“And what am I getting out of this?” He asked with a smirk. 

“You get to live, you arrogant asshole!” You raised your voice. 

“Fair enough.” He stated. “What do you want me to do, Princess?” He asked, stepping up closer to the bars. 

“I have a plan.” You said, placing the key in the lock and opening his cell door wide. He eyed you with a devious grin as you stepped aside to let him out.

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@jodiereedus22 @dashesoflipstick @theunofficialduke @dixonluvv @nikki082489 @jordangdelacruz​ @lunatheumbreon @dbtvluv​I

I gave a lot of thought about how I wanted you to learn about what Negan did to Abraham and Glenn. I felt it best you heard it from Maggie.

Glenn was always a favorite of mine. Yes, there were many deaths on the show that stuck with me more than other minor ones. BETH’S, Hershel’s, Dale’s, Merle’s, Sophia’s...but still none like Glenn’s.

So, boo on that decision.

Here’s to Glenn Rhee! Thanks for reading!

<<Chapter 13, >>Chapter 15

[heyyyharry]

My Girl Series: Chapter 12 - I Love You

…in which Y/N wants to face her past, but Harry wants to leave his behind.

Series description: Y/N falls in love with the older boy next door who doesn’t feel the same, years later they meet again at a funeral.

AU: actor!harry, older!harry, younger!y/n; (4-year age gap)

Chapter 11: Paper Love - Y/N tries to compromise, and Harry tries to change.

warning: smut at the end.

OC version

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Anyone who knew Y/N well enough would know that she never got on well with her father, and she deeply loathed his new fiancée Marcy. But no one, not even Celine, had an idea how much Y/N used to adore that woman.

It wasn't a coincidence that Marcy started seeing Bradford not so long after Tam's death. Before that, she used to be an employee at his hardware store in Holmes Chapel. She was clever, pretty, and funny — everything a man could ever dream of. And for an impressionable little girl like Y/N, Marcy was the kind of woman she wanted to become. She used to give Y/N useful advice on boy issues, on how to deal with mean girls in school, and she also had a great taste in literature and music. How could anyone not love Marcy?

How could anyone not love Marcy?

The more Y/N thought about it, the sadder it got. People like Marcy could have anything they wanted, even a married man; and those like her mother had no choice but to accept defeat and swallow the pain. 

Y/N felt very disgusted by her father’s wrongful affair, but most importantly, she felt like she'd betrayed her mother for even liking the person who'd torn their family apart. Her friendship with Marcy made her feel terribly guilty towards her mum, to the point where she ended up lying to Harry that she'd never met that woman before their dinner with her dad.

However, ever since Harry came back, those two had gradually become the least of her concerns. As a matter of fact, she didn't even hate Marcy as much as before. She knew she couldn't stop their wedding from happening, thus the only thing she'd asked from her father’s future wife was to leave her alone and stay out of her life. But Marcy didn't seem to get that. She went all the way against Y/N's request by showing up at her door three nights before the wedding.

"I'm visiting a friend in the city so I thought I should pay you a visit," Marcy said to the confused girl who was glued to the spot. "I'm actually going shopping. Wanna come with me? We can get you a cute dress for my wedding."

"Why did you think it was a good idea to show up here?" Y/N said, lifting an eyebrow. "Sorry, I'm very busy. I can't go with you."

"Wait!"

"What now?"

"I'm very happy that you accepted the invitation. I know this is hard for you but...please don't be like this," Marcy begged as she reached for Y/N's hand, causing the girl to freeze in an instant. "Please give me a chance to get to know you again...I—I'm not asking much just let me buy you a dress to the wedding."

At that moment, Y/N could envision her slamming the door and turning a deaf ear to everything Marcy had just said to carry on with her half-finished work in progress. In reality, however, she was actually considering the offer.

She'd told herself to stop running away from the past and focus on the future, because this grudge she held against her father and his fiancée had only been doing her damage. In the end, it was her own worries that ended up breaking her heart. Maybe she could never like Marcy the same way she used to, but she could give her a chance to fix her wrongdoings. A little effort to make peace was still better than nothing at all.

"Alright," Y/N said at last, making Marcy squeal in joy. "Wait here, I'll go get my coat."

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As Jeff was briefing Harry about his shooting schedule for June, the actor let all the words fly from one ear to the other while his eyes stayed fixed on the phone, allowing his hairdresser to do whatever she wanted. He had put all the trust in her to make him look the best for tonight as he knew she had never disappointed him or his fans.

Yes, a red-carpet event sounded immensely fun and exciting, but truthfully, Harry hated these occasions and would only go when he must. If it hadn't been for Niall, who'd written most of the songs on the movie soundtrack and would be there as well, he wouldn't have agreed to attend that premiere.

Ping!

A text popped up on the screen, now distracting Harry even more from what Jeff was rambling on about.

⌲ Bambi: Just ran into Mrs. Huang. She complained about us being too loud again.

Trying hard not to laugh at the message, the man bit his bottom lip and quickly typed down a response:

⌲ Always fucked you good, didn't I? Pretty proud of myself. ;)

⌲ Bambi: Harry!

⌲ Well, you started it.

⌲ Now I cannot stop thinking about last night...

⌲ Bambi: Why are you always horny at the worst time?

⌲ Are you in class?

⌲ Bambi: Nope, dress shopping with THE bride.

⌲ Who?

⌲ Bambi: Marcy.

⌲ Lol really?

⌲ Bambi: Really.

"Done," said the hairdresser as she patted Harry on the back. "Let's get you dressed."

⌲ Gotta go. Tell me all about it tonight?

⌲ Bambi: Okay.

⌲ Bambi: CANNOT WAIT TO SEE YOUR RED CARPET PHOTOS!!!

Harry giggled at the text for he could hear her shouting with enthusiasm in his head. Jeff called him louder for the second time, causing the actor to look up and finally notice all the questioning stares his whole crew was giving him.

"Why are you still sitting there?! Hurry up!"

"Sorry, sorry, coming!" He shouted cheerfully, wasting no time to fly right out of his chair and following Jeff out of the room.

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Y/N sucked in a deep breath as she stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, slightly tugging on the flared skirt of her pastel pink gown. It now occurred to the girl that she hadn't gone shopping in a while. Lately, her life had been all about student debts, writer's block, and family drama. She seemed to forget how to really take care of herself.

Tilting her head to the side, she happily thought, maybe with some nice clothes and red lipstick on, she could be just as beautiful as the models Harry used to date.

"I think this looks cute on you."

"But it's pastel pink," said Y/N as she turned around to face Marcy. "I hate this color."

"You used to love it."

"Not anymore."

Little Y/N would grab all the pink items in the store and try on every single piece just because she was obsessed with the hue. But she was a different person back then — a bubbly young girl who saw pink in everything in her life. She'd read somewhere that the pink color stood for unconditional love and understanding, both of which she'd completely lost faith in as she grew up. Now without the kaleidoscope for an eye, her life was always either black or blue.

"Do you have this same dress in a darker color?" Marcy asked an employee in the store, but Y/N stopped that lady right before she could walk away.

"Can we take a break?" she turned to her future step mum. "I've been trying on dresses for half an hour already."

"Oh, alright." Marcy awkwardly nodded as she watched the twenty-year-old flop down on the sofa and pull out her phone — something she always did to avoid unwanted conversations. Taking a seat beside the girl, Marcy didn't mean to be nosy, but it was hard to ignore the beam on Y/N's face in reaction to her phone repeatedly pinging with new messages. It didn't take a genius to figure out who they were all from.

"So..." Marcy trailed off, hands linked together to rest on her knees. "You're going to the wedding with Harry?"

"Yes," Y/N replied shortly without looking at her.

So she waited a couple seconds more before asking another question. "Are you two dating?"

With this one, Y/N finally peeled her eyes off the screen and turned to her dad's fiancée, an eyebrow raised in annoyance. "What?" She scoffed. "Can't friends go to a wedding together?"

"Yes, of course!" Marcy freaked out. "It's just...your dad said—"

"My dad doesn't know anything about me." Y/N shook her head. "He doesn't even know my favorite book even though I used to rant about it at dinner every night. Do you really think he knows or cares whom I'm dating?"

"What Happens In London by Julia Quinn, right? Your favorite book?"

The question for an answer caught Y/N by surprise this time. "How do you—"

"—remember?" Marcy raised a smile. "You once told me your favorite quote from the book was: 'When a man writes a romance, the woman dies. When a woman writes one, it ends all tidy and sweet.' It's become my favorite quote ever since."

"It's still my favorite," Y/N mumbled; for the first time in forever, showing a genuine smile in front of Marcy.

That seemed like a good beginning for everything to go back to the way it’d been. Y/N forgot about her hatred for this woman who began to talk about how Sir Harry Valentine in the book was everyone's dream man, and all the things she adored about Lady Olivia Bevelstoke.

"Sassy, witty, and strong. That's why she's one of the best female characters." Y/N giggled, leaving a massive grin on Marcy's face.

"If you love Lady Bevelstoke then you should really take this dress."

"What does she have to do with this dress?" The twenty-year-old squinted her eyes in confusion as she looked down at the pink gown she was wearing. Such bright color always overwhelmed her, giving her the feeling that other people might stare, when all she wanted was to blend into the crowd or be invisible. She wasn't used to getting excessive attention.

But Marcy only rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you forgot Olivia's 'Unmarried Lady Sorts of Things' list. The first thing is: 'Wear pastel colors'."

"'And be quite glad if you possess the correct complexion for such hues'," Y/N nodded her head slowly, chuckling to herself. "I remember."

"I don't make the rules, Y/N. Olivia did."

Marcy rose up, pulling a giggly Y/N back to the full-length mirror and telling the girl to stand tall, chin up.

"There you go," she encouraged, lips curved into a wide grin. "Lady Bevelstoke." 

The name got the younger girl smiling from ear to ear. With one long look at her own reflection, Y/N inhaled deeply. "Okay." She nodded at last. "I'll take this one."

"Yay!" Marcy squealed, clapping her hands. "You go change and I'll pay for this dress then we'll head out to dinner!"

In that moment, watching the woman dash away to go get an employee, Y/N must admit that she was genuinely happy. She changed back to her own clothes and brought the dress to the front counter, still wearing the same smile.

But she really should've known better — that every bit of happiness in her life up to that point had been all short-lived, including that moment right then in the store.

She saw Marcy hand the employee her credit card, and her stomach clenched immediately as she noticed the shiny little rock on Marcy's slim ring finger. Y/N's smile broke, and so did her heart. She frantically clutched Marcy's left wrist, yanking it up, causing the woman to release a startled gasp as her mouth fell open.

"Is this...my...my grandmother's ring?"

Marcy withdrew her hand when Y/N's grip became uncomfortably tight as if it was meant to break her bone.

"Yes?" She answered, fear overtaking her face. "It's also my engagement ring...What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Y/N laughed wryly.

Everything.

Her dad had used that ring to propose to her mother, who had never taken it off when she was alive, not even once, not even to do house chores, not even when they threw things at the wall and he screamed at her. That was how much the ring meant to the late woman. And the fact that Marcy was wearing it around her finger today could only mean one thing — Y/N's father took it from her mother's body just to put it on the hand of his new and younger wife.

She might've been fooled twice, but she wasn't stupid. She wasn't convinced that Marcy truly had no idea what was wrong. This woman was either extremely dumb, or viciously pretentious, and Y/N knew better than anyone that Marcy was a smart person. And even though she also knew what her parents had wasn't love, it was still painful to think how fast a person could erase from his memory the one he'd vowed to treasure for the rest of his life.

"This is not your ring," Y/N said with her fists clenched tight. "This belongs to my mother."

"For god's sake! Your mother is dead, Y/N!" The harsh emphasis on that one word punched Y/N right in the guts, causing her heart to wrench, yet Marcy didn't just stop there. "What is a dead woman gonna do? Dig her way out of her grave and cut off my finger?"

That was the final straw.

"I was right about you..." Y/N scoffed, quivering lips formed a broken smirk as she shook her head slowly. "You're nothing but a homewrecker. A husband-stealing whore that—"

Marcy's hand smacked across her face, snapping it back with force and causing the girl to clutch her cheek, eyes watering. The small cut below her eye marked by the ring could be easily noticed from a distance. And Marcy was petrified now that she’d realized what she'd done. 

Both of them could hear whispers from the other people in the store who didn't want to interfere with their conflict, even though it was shocking how those two had gone from laughing together to one slapping the other.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't...I didn't mean to..." Marcy reached out, attempting to touch Y/N's face. But the girl immediately took a step back to dodge those hands like a bullet.

Knowing how hot-tempered Y/N had always been, Marcy expected a slap for revenge right then and there, but all that she received was a sense of fear in those glistening eyes. Without another word, the girl ran fast out of the store, ignoring Marcy calling out to her. She ran and didn't look back.

Soon she found herself lost in a river of pedestrians, all were either in a rush or minding their own business, and would just raise their voice if someone accidentally bumped into them. Y/N swirled around those strangers as the panic rose in her chest. She didn't even think, letting her feet guide the way to end up outside Harry's house. 

Trying to steady her breathing pace, Y/N flopped onto the doorstep, holding both knees to her chest and trying to ignore the stung of the slap evident on her red cheek. Though the last thing she wanted was to bother Harry while he was having fun at the after party, she couldn't stop herself from pulling out her phone and dialing his number. She felt the need to be with someone, not just anyone, him.

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"I just ran into Ruby."

When Harry heard those words from Niall, his nerves were frayed. The party around him still continued, the music was still blasting at maximum volume, and all the guests in fancy clothes were still dancing and having a blast; to Harry, however, the entire world stopped as his whole body turned to stone.

He had never been claustrophobic before, but right now he began to feel suffocated for he knew she was somewhere in that same crowd. She could be in a different room, or just a few steps away from where he stood, still what mattered was the fact that she was there.

The mixture of expensive perfumes in the air along with loud laughter and rowdy conversations caused Harry a headache. He looked from left to right, frantically searching for the figure of the woman he used to love, unable to decide whether he was trying to spot her so he could hide from her, or just to see her face again.

It was annoying, wasn't it?

Harry thought he'd mastered not thinking about Ruby, now the possibility of running into her had him plagued with a sinking stomach.

"But she wasn't at the premiere," He nervously blurted, making his friend heave a sigh.

"She probably skipped it. I don't know."

"Did she...did she say something to you?"

Niall's hesitation before answering that one question got Harry sweating in his suit.

"She asked me where you were. She wanted to speak to you about something, but I told her that you didn't want to see her again."

Harry nodded slightly as he muttered a weak "thank you" before rushing towards the nearest exit. Despite Niall desperately calling out to ask where he was going, the actor only walked faster. Once again, he found himself running away from the ghost of his past, like the same old pathetic Harry a couple months ago. It was awkward, embarrassing even.

As he stumbled through the door, his brain was filled with questions that needed answers. What had gotten into him back there? Why was he so afraid of meeting Ruby again? Was it because he still hadn't moved on? Wait. No. He was sure that he had. Because the only girl that'd been on his mind lately was his Bambi, only his Bambi. Maybe he should get back to her.

His throat was dry when he swallowed hard and got into the backseat of his car. He told his driver Y/N's address, hoping that she was still awake to let him in. While chewing on his bottom lip impatiently, Harry looked out of the window, watching streetlights passing by and processing all the complicated thoughts running right through his head. He didn't want to start guessing what it was that Ruby wanted to talk about.

The loud ringtone pierced right through the silence in the car, causing Harry to flinch as he took out the device from his jacket. Once he saw Bambi on the screen, he picked up without reluctance, but the girl didn't give him a chance to speak first.

"I'm right outside your door." Her voice was rapid and fear-filled, making his heart halt for a split second as he quickly told the driver to go back to his house instead.

"I'm on my way home," he said fast into the phone. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"I...I need to see you..." She sounded strained, which made him worry even more.

"I'm almost there. Can you wait five more minutes?"

"Sure" was all she said before hanging up on him.

Harry put his phone away and urged the driver to speed up, thanking God that it was late and the avenue was clear. In less than five minutes, he had arrived at his London home. He thanked the driver and rushed out of the vehicle to find Y/N sitting on his doorstep. With both knees held close to her chest, the girl only looked up when she heard his hasty footsteps on the pavement coming her way.

She'd been holding back from the moment she got there, but as soon as he showed up, it didn't take too long for her eyes to flood with tears. She didn't explain. He didn't ask. In silence, she fell into his arms and he held her tight, one hand at the back of her head while his other arm locked around her waist. She desperately needed that hug right now. But little did she know, he needed it just as much.

He kissed her temple as she clutched onto his jacket, telling her no matter what had happened, it was all fine now that he was there. It was dark outside so Harry didn't notice the welt on her cheek at first, but now that he had, he felt a physical pain surging through his bones. He took her face with tenderness. His hands were cold, but the softness of his touch made her feel warm inside.

"Did...did she hit you?" Sadness clouded his features when she shook her head to deny it, still, the look on her face screamed a loud yes. 

Quickly, he unlocked the door and pulled her into his living room where he could hold her for much longer without being afraid of curious eyes on the street. Harry didn't ask any more questions, knowing she would only tell the truth once she was calm enough and ready to confide in him. Now his job was to make her feel safe. He gave her one of his t-shirts so she could change out of her clothes and asked her to wait in the bedroom for him to return with a glass of water. 

She looked exactly like the night they first met. Underneath that hard shell she'd created for herself was still the same little girl who ran away from her parents' fight to a place where she felt safe. And he couldn't decide whether it was disheartening or endearing to see her this vulnerable. Maybe it was a terrible mixture of both. No matter how hard she tried to disregard the nine-year-old she once was, he knew from the sadness in her eyes that she had never really changed.

In silence, he watched her finish her water, smiling at the way his t-shirt looked too big on her. He wanted to just hold her in his arms and shower her face with sweet kisses until she fell asleep.

"I'll be right back," he said when she handed him back the empty glass. But when he turned away, her fingers were locked around his wrist, pulling him back to her.

"Don't go..." She begged. "Lie with me."

Harry was just about to say it would only take a minute, yet he didn't have the heart to deny Y/N's little request when she was giving him that face.

Nodding his head once, the man set the glass down on the nightstand then climbed onto the bed, pulling her close. Now that she was lying close to his chest, he thought she might feel his heart beat for her. They stayed in that position for a while, with him stroking her hair, and her fidgeting with the buttons of his white shirt. She loved the smell of his cologne which always put her at ease. While wearing his shirt and wrapped up in his arms, she was soaked in the scent of him, thinking she could stay like that forever and always.

"I read somewhere that when you lie too close to a person and can listen to their heart beat, your heart will slowly beat in sync with theirs," she said, which came out as a whisper and she felt his body shake with quiet laughter.

"Then your heart must be going insane right now." His joke made her eye roll, but he was staring at the ceiling so he probably had missed that precious smile she put on for him.

After another moment of silence, Y/N had regained her composure to finally tell Harry what had happened at the store, everything but the reason for the mark on her cheek, though she believed Harry had already figured it out. 

She breathed steadily, sorrow dawned on her face as she broke the silence once again, "when I was little, my dad used to say 'I love you' to my mum all the time. In the morning. In the afternoon. Before bed. Every single chance he got, he said those words to her. But one day he suddenly stopped. I assumed he just forgot somehow, not knowing the last time I heard him say he loved her would actually be the last." Her voice was trembling with various emotions. "From that day he raised his voice so often, he smashed furniture and made her cry instead of making her laugh. Maybe he never actually loved her. And those 'I love you's that he used to say every day meant nothing at all. It's just so depressing to think about it...isn't it? How fast a human's heart can change. How easy they can say those words and take them back whenever they want."

Harry's chest lifted when he sucked in a deep breath and slowly let it all out.

"Maybe he did love her at one point," he said, causing the girl to purse her lips.

"Is that what love supposed to be like? Something so fleeting that happens once and can just vanish the next moment?"

Those words really made Harry think.

"You're right." He nodded. "I guess not."

Shifting a bit so he could look at her face, he lifted her chin with his fingers so they were eye to eye and lips to lips.

"Don't think about him anymore," he told her. "Focus on me."

Y/N nervously giggled. For the first time since their kiss in the rain, Harry felt her shiver like a teenage girl being touched for the first time. There was something about the way the bedroom light reflecting in her weary eyes that got him hypnotized.

"Want you to fuck me," she whimpered, hot breath fanning his mouth before their lips attached for a passionate kiss. On spur of the moment, Harry shook his head rapidly, flipping them over so he was hovering above her. His pulsing member was right between her legs where she wanted him most now.

"Let's take it slow this time." He swallowed hard, stroking away the pain on her cheek with his thumb. "If that's alright with you."

Y/N could only answer by nodding fast, and that was all Harry had waited for to kiss her again, slipping his tongue past her lips, gasping when she held his hips down to feel him grow against her thigh. Slowly, as he wished, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off to reveal his bare chest, running her fingertips across his tattoos as if she was learning the map to remember every single detail inked on his torso. 

With a hand at the back of his neck, she pulled him down to get a taste of those lips again. She could never get over their sweetness and she enjoyed the way he groaned into her open mouth. His crotch was slightly rubbing against her clothed sex, creating some fiction to maintain the tiny bit of self-control he'd got left.

The feeling was so strange, overwhelming, yet made him feel complete. His t-shirt that she was wearing soon came off after she'd managed to get him out of his tight jeans. They made out slowly with only his boxers in the way as his fingers found their favorite spot between her thighs. He kissed her hard, wanting to devour down every single sound she made, loving all the different ways she whispered his name. He loved to know no one else had the privilege to make her feel this good. Only him.

"There you go, baby. Fuck, that's my girl," he growled into her mouth as she rode out her first orgasm, one hand gripping his wrist as the movements of his fingers was gradually slowing down. He could get off just by looking at the way her face screwed up for pleasure, knowing he was the only one who could touch her this way, kiss her this way, hold her this way. "All mine," Harry whispered, stroking her hair as he tugged down his boxers while she was recovering.

"All yours, H. Want you...fuck...want you inside..." The sounds she made was the most heavenly he'd ever heard. God, he loved every single word she said to him. The fact that they weren't in a rush turned him on even more. He was so hard for her that his eyes watered when her sweaty palm wrapped around him to stroke him slowly. It felt so good, but if she continued, this would end embarrassingly soon.

"Shit, baby...Stop..." He took her wrist and removed her hand quickly. His breathing became ragged when he rolled the condom on and kissed her again. Both of them gasped out loud the second he started to push in slowly for her to adjust to the fullness. Now they could feel everything at once.

His hand reached for hers and they interlocked as he kissed her tenderly, mumbling "you feel amazing" and "so tight for me" against her plump lips. He was completely mesmerized by the way she scrunched her nose and tossed her head back. He couldn't help it, he had to bite down on that pretty neck, causing her fingers to tangle in his messy hair. The feeling caused them both to shiver in complete pleasure and ecstasy.

His warm hands roamed all over her naked body, stroking her flushed skin with affection as he focused on every single thrust, going steady and deep, wanting her to feel all of him.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed into Y/N's mouth, making her laugh slightly as she opened her eyes to stare back at him.

"You're gorgeous," she whispered, holding onto his neck to bring his lips back on hers. He slowly massaged her my breast as they kiss, causing her back to arch as she rewarded him with another soft moan. For his every thrust, her chest rose and fell dramatically. He could feel her getting close as her drenched walls were squeezing him when they maintained eye contact. Her stare was intense, yet tender, and sweet. The noises she made when she fell apart would come back to haunt him in his most beautiful dreams. Harry pushed faster, one hand holding her face, the other holding one of her legs up so he could give it to her harder.

"Yes, baby, that's it...Fuck," he blurted through gritted teeth, feeling himself coming close but he didn't want to close his eyes in fear of missing out her reaction to how good he was making her feel. With one loud gasp, Y/N came hard around him. Harry felt so close to the edge, just a few pushes more...

But then it happened.

"Harry...I love you...."

His eyes shot open wide. In the haziness of his own pleasure, he could still hear those three words so loud and clear. It wasn't a mistake. Y/N breathed harshly through her nose as she clung onto his back when he shuddered and came hard into the condom.

I love you.

Those three words were now echoing inside his brain as both of them tried to catch their breath. Harry's expression hardened as he stared at Y/N, yet the girl only seemed confused.

"What's wrong?" She quietly giggled, stroking his cheek. "Did I say something silly when I came again?"

With that question, he knew she didn't realize it. She'd let those words slip out in the heat of the moment. She didn't even remember saying them.

"No." He pressed his lips into a nervous smile, but he guessed she couldn't see it through. "I kind of spaced out..."

Y/N stayed silent and kissed his nose. The beam on her face made him feel twice as guilty. What would he have done if those words hadn't got out by accident? Would he have said them back?

Now in the darkness of the room, with her warm body pressed against his, Harry felt so hard to breathe. The feeling was no different from having a panic attack, and he was glad that Y/N had fallen asleep and couldn't sense that something was definitely wrong. He couldn't even shut his eyes now, just lying there in silence, staring at the moonlit ceiling and thinking hard about those words she'd said, which scared him witless.

I love you.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, pinching his forehead as he tried to get rid of the voice inside his head that sounded just like her. He tried to count sheep in the hope that it would help him drift off, when the buzzing of his phone on the nightstand struck right through his brain. Y/N was too exhausted to be bothered by the noise, still, she did shift around a little bit, so Harry quickly turned off the alert before it woke her. 

But the moment he saw who was calling, the color all drained out of his face.

RUBY

[holidaywishes]

It Had To Be You XXI

Chapter Twenty One: Easy Love

  Summary: After the Church “concert,” you and Tyler attempt to get intimate but find it very difficult with his mom and his sisters there but after he gets back from Minnesota, the two of you are able to have some alone time before Christmas.

   Author’s Note: Honestly guys, this is why I started this series to begin with. I wanted to write some Tyler Seguin smut but didn’t want it to be a one-night stand or like they had a really rough sex life (not that there’s anything wrong with those, I love reading those types of smut as well.) I just wanted their relationship to be felt (for lack of a better word;) Basically, what I mean is that I wanted the reader to understand how much they loved each other and that’s why the smut is as it is and maybe not what you were expecting. So, yes, there will be more smut in the future but here’s something to hold you over. Let me know how you feel about it! Enjoy the chapter everyone and Merry Christmas!!

  P.S. I know I have a chapter with a very similar title to this but both the songs and the chapters are completely different vibes! Hope this doesn’t confuse anyone too much!

  Warning: Smut! Steam, sexy time, sweet sweet love making.

  Song Credit: Bella Notte -- Davide Ambrosia, When You Believe -- Pentatonix & Maren Morris, You’re A Mean One Mr. Grinch -- Thurl Ravenscroft, Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree -- Brenda Lee, Last Christmas -- Wham!, Jingle Bell Rock -- Bobby Helms, Fairtytale Of New York -- Kevin Duncan (original by The Pogues), I Wanna Be Your Christmas -- Andrew Allen, Easy Love -- Lauv

  masterlist

Tyler’s P.O.V.

   Your hand was stationed on (Y/N)’s knee. She scanned through her phone while you drove and you found yourself glancing over at her every chance you got; staring at every red light. She’d look up and smile every once and a while when she felt your eyes on her, putting her hand on yours when you would start to drive again.

  “Ty,” she asked suddenly, turning her body to you and letting her head fall on the seat, “what do you want for Christmas? If you could have anything?” You smiled to yourself before answering

  “You,” you replied and she let out an ‘aww,’ clearly missing the mark on what you meant, “no, babe. Not in a cute, sweet way…”

  “No, I got it. I just wasn’t gonna give into it. Nice try though” she teased, leaning over to kiss your cheek and adjusting the music.

  “This was on a Christmas playlist! I didn’t think it was a Christmas song,” she laughed and hummed along to Bella Notte,

  “Oh, this is the night, it's a beautiful night. And we call it Bella Notte…” Her voice was soft and you could tell she wasn’t even paying attention to her own singing, still wrapped up in her phone as you drove, her hand resting on yours as you rubbed circles on her knee with your thumb.

  “That’s the song from ‘Lady and the Tramp’” you blurted out and she laughed melodically

  “Yes, Ty, when they eat spaghetti…”

  “Yeah, definitely wouldn’t happen like that..” you joked as you pulled into your driveway and she shook her head, squeezing your hand gently. The two of you sat in the car for a second before heading in, looking at the door a few times to make sure no one was coming out. (Y/N) grabbed your hand with both hers, rubbing her thumbs across the back of your hand and sighing deeply

  “When do you leave?” she whispered

  “Tomorrow morning” you replied just as quietly

  “Such a short visit,” she smiled up at you, “guess it’s a good thing I’ll be here for Christmas…” You leaned in to give her a quick kiss but lingered a little longer than you thought you would, forcing you to turn your body to hers and cup her face in your hands; her hands sliding up your arms as she returned your kiss.

  “At least we got some time together,” you pecked her lips in between words, “you know between games…”

  “Come on,” she smiled, nodding toward the house, “we should probably go inside.” You grabbed her hand as she met you in front of the jeep, walking up the stairs to your front door together, staring at each other so intently you knew what was going to come from the night. Your sisters, your mom and (Y/N) circled around the kitchen island, chatting about this and that, laughing occasionally until you came up behind (Y/N), grabbing her waist, and they all fell silent.

  “Were you talking about me then?” you questioned

  “No, we were done that’s all. We were thinking of watching the Grinch -- Jim Carrey version,” (Y/N) turned around to face you, “what do you think?”

  “Already set,” you leaned down to kiss her, earning a round of aww’s from the girls, “alright, shut it. Go sit down. Get comfy…” You saw (Y/N) bite her lip quickly and you felt your body heat up, you grabbed her before she could head to the couch.

  “What are y-” you interrupted her with a kiss that she easily melted into, “mmmmm, we should.. go, watch the movie… with everyone…” She stuttered, hands still gripping your arms, eyes watching your lips.

  “Come with me,” you said grabbing her hand but you could feel her resisting, “we’ll be quick. Promise.” She tilted her head at you at the word and you gave her puppy dog eyes and another strong kiss, distracting her long enough for you to guide her to one of the bathrooms. Once there, you lifted (Y/N) up onto the sink, your lips never parted hers and your hands beginning to roam freely around her body.

  “Tyler…” she moaned when you finally moved to kiss her neck and your body shuttered in anticipation, “maybe we should wait…” You pulled away and looked at her, her chest heaving and her face flushed,

  “(Y/N)? Tyler? Where’d you guys go?” Cassidy called out, “we’re starting the movie!” You stared at (Y/N), waiting to see what decision she would make when she leaned in for another kiss, pushing you back slightly so she could get down from the sink; her hands still tangled in your hair, guiding you to the door by your lips.

  “Mmm mmm, what are you doing?” you rejected her attempts to head out to the couch, “let’s stay here. It’s nice and quiet in here…”

  “Ty… we have to go out there. I’m not getting caught by your mom or your sisters. You’re back on Sunday and then it’ll be Christmas,” she responded, “if we wait, it’ll be the best present I could give or get…” she dragged her fingers across your jawline before turning to open the door and you were in too much of a trance to argue or add any quips. She was going to be the death of you and it had better be worth it.

  “Many nights we’ve prayed, with no proof anyone could hear. In our hearts, a hopeful song we barely, understood…” You finished adding a few extra decorations to Tyler’s already decked out Christmas Tree as well as a few other spots around the house as you sang along to the music in the background. The house was beautifully decorated and it made you miss yours for a moment but you were excited to see how Tyler spent his Christmas.

  “There can be miracles, when you believe. Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill. Who knows what miracles you can achieve. When you believe, somehow you will. You will when you believe…” You wandered into the kitchen to start baking some cookies when you heard a knock at the door. Stopping the music, you went to open the door

  “Hey--” Tyler’s dad greeted, stopping when he didn’t recognize you. You had only met him once at the funeral for a few minutes so it was kind of expected that he forgot who you were

  “Mr. Seguin…” you said, trailing off awkwardly, “how are you?”

  “Good, good. It’s (Y/N) right?”

  “Yeah, hi. Nice to see you again. What are you doing here?” you blushed, “if you don’t mind my asking…”

  “I thought I’d surprise Tyler; thought he’d be home by now. The game last night went well and I don’t see him as much as Jackie does,” Paul responded, “you?” You hesitated for a minute. Had Tyler not told his dad about you? Should you just.. put it out there?

  “Tyler and I are.. together…” you finally said, looking down at the ground, “He kind of invited me to stay for Christmas.” He gestured behind you and asked if he could come in and you moved aside.

  “That’s great darlin’” he cooed, “Ty’s told me a lot about you. But having only met you the one time, I couldn’t put a face to the name… He really cares about you. I’m happy he’ll have you here…” The two of you walked through the house, Paul looking at all the decorations and smiling to himself like Tyler does every so often. You walked into the kitchen to continue what you were doing before he knocked at the door, you started getting everything set out and ready to go, but the silence was making you uncomfortable so you put your music back on.

  “You’re a mean one. Mr. Grinch. You really are a heel. You’re as cuddly as a Cactus, you’re as charming as an eel. Mr. Grinch. You’re a bad banana with a greasy black peel!...” You heard Paul laugh from the other room and you let out a small smile, continuing your attempt at baking cookies, the dogs excitedly racing toward Paul. You heard him laugh and play with the dog as the song switched, a few barks escaping Cash and Gerry while Marshall roamed into the kitchen with you.

  “Rockin’ around the Christmas Tree at the Christmas Party Hop. Mistletoe hung where you can see, every couple tries to stop…” You hummed as you put the ingredients into two separate bowls, leaning down to make funny faces at Marshall to the music

  “You will get a sentimental feeling, when you hear. Voices singing ‘let’s be jolly, deck the halls with boughs of holly…”

  “Tyler told me you were like this,” you jumped as Paul surprised you, laughing, “singing and dancing with the dogs all the time. It’s quite amusing actually…” You blushed but continued mixing the ingredients together when Paul asked if there was anything he could do and you asked if he could turn the oven on and get out some baking sheets.

  “That would actually be super helpful!” you said gleefully and he did just so, grabbing a wooden spoon and singing along to the next song on your playlist.

  “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. But the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special…” He danced around the kitchen as he brought out the trays and you laughed, joining in with the whisk in your hand; Gerry and Cash waiting for some batter to fall and Marshall attaching himself to your leg.

  “Once bitten and twice shy. I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye…”

  “Tell me baby, do you recognize me. Well. It’s been a year it doesn’t surprise me…” He sang along with you, putting the spoon in front of the dogs playfully to get them to “sing” along. With every song that passed and each batch of cookies that were made, you sang and danced along with Paul, smiling from ear to ear.

  “Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell Rock. Jingle Bells swing and Jingle Bells ring…” the two of you sing-shouted, completely missing the front door opening and closing and Tyler came in to find the two of you covered in flour and cookie batter while Paul twirled you around and the dogs chased the two of you around the kitchen.

  “My favourite Christmas song…” he shouted over the music as it came to an end, “and you went through it without me.” He pouted and you smiled, letting go of Paul’s hand to head over to give Tyler a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  “Hey babe!” you said happily, “your dad just popped by to surprise you, in’t that sweet?”

  “I’m glad you two are getting along. You coming to the game tonight, either of you?” he raised his eyebrow at you, knowing that you’d only go if you were backed into a corner

  “Of course, we’re going!” Paul said, walking toward the two of you, throwing his arm around your shoulders, “we wouldn’t miss a game. You need us there…” Tyler gave his dad a look that told him a few rough games were not a big deal.

  “We’ll get it back pops, don’t worry,” Tyler stated plainly before pulling you away from Paul and toward the kitchen island, “whatcha makin’ babe?”

  “Chocolate chip cookies and Sugar cookies. You gonna help decorate them?” You grinned next to him, resting your hand on his knee

  “Nah, you don’t want me to decorate the cookies. Clumsy fingers…”

  “That’s not true,” you argued, drawing circles on his knee, “steady hands make for steady work…” He smiled at you and you could feel Paul’s glare on the two of you.

  “A-hem…” Paul cleared his throat, forcing you and Tyler to pull your eyes away from each other. You had a couple hours to spare before the game, so the three of you finished baking Christmas cookies to Christmas music, dancing like fools and then “testing” out the cookies, the boys burning their tongues in the process.

  “You should’ve waited!” you laughed

  “We needed to make sure they were okay!” Paul joked while trying to gulp down a glass of milk, Tyler doing the same. You rolled your eyes and teased that they literally just came out of the oven, so of course they were going to hot.

  “We can handle a bit of heat…” Tyler said, looking over at you. Eventually, the dogs ran into the kitchen to see what all the yelling was about and, with all the excitement, Tyler thought it was best that they go out for a walk.

  “I’ll take them, you stay here with your dad..” you offered

  “We can all go!” Paul suggested and each of you took a leash; Paul with Cash, Tyler with Gerry and you with Marshall. When you got home from walking the dogs, Tyler pulled you aside.

  “So, what’s the plan?”

  “What do you mean?” you asked, confusion on your face.

  “When are we going to sneak off? Away from my dad. You know for some ‘us’ time”

  “Ty…”

  “Come on, you said Sunday once I got back. It’s Sunday, I’m back…”

  “How romantic…”

  “Babe, come on. What’s goin’ on? Don’t you want to? Don’t you want me?” You looked at his sad eyes and tilted your head slightly, raising your hand to stroke his beard

  “Of course I want you,” you sighed, “but not like this. Not when we have to sneak around or be quiet around your family… I mean that’s not how it should go…”

  “Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve babe,” he whispered as if you didn’t know, “family is gonna be passing through then too and on Christmas Day…”

  “I know, I know…” you leaned in to play with his T-shirt, “but at least we’ll have the night to ourselves…” He kissed your cheek, signalling he knew where you were coming from and the two of you headed back out to the couch.

  “I’ve gotta go shower and change, then head down to the AAC,” Tyler shouted to his dad, squeezing your hand as he walked away, “I’ll see you guys there.”

  “Sounds good!” Paul yelled back as you wandered back to the kitchen to decorate the cookies. Once the cookies were decorated, you placed them in a tupperware container and walked over to the couch where Paul was watching T.V. You sat down next to him and watched the screen while the dogs circled around you trying to get comfortable. A few minutes later, Tyler came down in his suit, jingling his keys as he made sure he had everything before you walked over to him to say goodbye.

  “We’ll see you soon babe,” you said, pulling him down to you by his lapel to peck his lips, “have a good game!”

  “Totes, babe!” Paul teased, coming over to where the two of you stood embracing each other, “you two are sickeningly sweet. Have a good game, kid. See you there.” Paul patted Ty’s shoulder and went back to the couch to leave you two alone, making you giggle.

  “I think we’re making him uncomfortable…” Tyler joked as your head fell onto his chest

  “I think so too,” you smiled against his chest while his hands rubbed your back, you pulled away for a second so you could look at his face, “do me a favour and don’t get hurt tonight.” Tyler winked at you and brought you in for a hug. You knew he wouldn’t get physical but it was always something you worried about.

  “Tonight,” he whispered in your ear, “you’re all mine…” You felt your face go beat red and you wondered what he had in store for you.

  So, the Stars lost.

  But Tyler’s entire family came in for the game, and therefore the holidays, so he was happy. You had made up with Cassidy at the game, singing and telling jokes with Jackie and Candace; It felt like old times but when you all went back to Tyler’s place, you were just waiting for the awkward questions from everyone. Luckily, Ty never left your side; slinking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your head or his head on your shoulder when he wanted to kiss your neck.

  “How you feelin’ babe?” he whispered in your ear as your eyes darted around the room at his family until you turned your head to plant a quick kiss to his lips

  “I’m good,” you smiled, “how ‘bout you?”

  “Better, now that I’m with you” he smiled brightly and hugged you a little tighter to bring you close to his body. Someone had put on your Christmas playlist while you and Tyler were staring at each other and when an instrumental version of Fairytale of New York came on, you were snapped out of the moment when you heard Paul start talking over everyone.

  “This song was always a sweet one but funny too, not like this version” he started before singing the words he knew,

  “You were handsome. You were pretty. Queen of New York City. When the band finished playing. They howled out for more. Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing. We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night…”

  “COME ON, JOIN IN,” he shouted and the group laughed, “if you know the words…” When no one continued with him, instead letting the melody play through, he shrugged and continued chatting with everyone. Jackie eventually found her way over to the two of you hours later, Tyler’s arms still wrapped around your waist as you tried to talk to family member after family member.

  “Hey love birds,” she cooed and you blushed, letting out a small hey in return, “I’m just going to take Cass and Candace to see the lights in town, Ty I think your dad is going to come with us as well. Did the two of you want to come?” Her eyebrows raised and you could feel Tyler nudge you to say something but before you could, Jackie nodded and spoke again, “We’ll take our time, don’t you worry. Paul! Come on! Everyone’s ready to go but you!” she winked and you tried to cover your red hot face with your hands to no avail, making you elbow Tyler’s stomach when he giggled. After a few minutes, the two of you stood in the living room, the only noise coming from your playlist in the kitchen

  “I wanna the 12 days wrapped in one. I wanna be your drummer boy, burrum bum bum bum. I wanna be the eggnog in your rum, I wanna be (I wanna be)...”

  When Tyler started moving closer to you, your breath hitched in your throat and you suddenly got very nervous, knowing exactly where this was heading. He walked slowly toward you and your heartbeat grew louder and faster; you took a step back unconsciously and he stopped where he was.

  “(Y/N)?” he questioned, “what’s wrong babe?”

  “N-nothing..” you stammered, “what do you mean?”

  “You stepped back?”

  “No, I d- I didn’t mean to…” He walked closer to you, to close the gap, and you took a sharp inhale as he wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t kiss you just yet, just stood there with his strong arms enveloping you and his dark eyes boring into you. You waited for him to kiss you because the tension was killing you but your breathing hadn’t really normalized yet and you could tell he was being cautious.

  “Breathe, baby” he whispered, watching you intently. You did as he said and exhaled slowly, your eyes dancing between his and he leaned down to capture your lips in a deep kiss. You didn’t think you were this nervous, you never had been before around Tyler, but you were when it came to sex -- with anyone. But you felt so safe with him that you weren’t sure why you had so many butterflies now, after all this time.

  You had wanted him for so long, even when you didn’t realize it, so why shy away now?

  Your music continued to play in the background, going from soft ballads to upbeat classics and you were so swept up in Tyler’s stare that you didn’t even notice him move his hands to the back of your thighs to lift you up, your legs connecting around his hips as he carried you to his bedroom; the music faded a little into the background and you could hear the dogs following the two of you. You tangled your fingers in Tyler’s hair and pulled his lips close to yours as he expertly navigated his way to the bedroom, once there he set you down to shut the dogs out of the room slowly, whispering something to them as you bit your lip waiting for him to turn around. As soon as he closed the door, you grabbed his arm to pull him back to you and his arms slid back around your waist pulling you close to him. It didn’t take long for your lips to find each other and your hands to push his suit jacket off slowly. He went a little faster with his shirt, undoing the buttons hastily and flinging it off behind him without his lips ever leaving yours; slowing down only to push the hair from your face. His lips were so soft and his beard was so rough that you were overcome with stimulation, trailing your hands down his body to his belt to undo it for him when he smiled against your lips.

  “Let me do that, love” he said, pulling your hands away from his belt and moving them back to his neck, your eyes not leaving his. His belt was quickly removed, as if it weren’t even there, and he undid his zipper letting the pants fall the slightest bit, and he placed his hands back on your waist to lead you to the bed. You were suddenly aware that you were fully clothed -- it had been the first time that you weren’t the first one undressed and you went to pull your shirt up when Tyler stopped you, shaking his head. You smiled when he sat you down on the bed gently, making you look up at him as he stood in front of you, stroking your cheek with his thumb before he knelt down so his face was at your chest; he stopped there for a second, staring up at you through his eyelashes to gauge your reaction and you let out a whimper when you felt he was too far away. His smile curved and he moved closer to kiss your breast over your shirt while your hand cupped his cheek, his kisses were soft but he moved between both breasts quick enough to light a fire in your belly from the changes in textures and temperatures.

  “Ty…” you said breathlessly as he moved his hands to the hem of your shirt, slowly caressing the skin underneath with his thumbs and moving his lips from your breast to your neck. Your hands roamed around his back, directionless, wanting to pull him up to your lips but also wanting him to stay where he was; when he stopped kissing your neck and pulled back, your eyes opened quickly to see what he was doing. He laid kisses on your waist as he pulled your leggings down so slowly that you stood up to start taking them off yourself and he jumped up to stop you from pulling off your shirt too quickly.

  “Slow down, babe...” he said, pushing his body weight against you but you turned him around to get him to sit on the edge of the bed. You stood in front of him in your underwear and Dallas Stars T-shirt looking him up and down, his breathing shallow and his muscles tensing, before leaning in to pull him in for a slow, magnetic kiss, stepping toward him as to not break the kiss; his hands slowly attaching themselves back to your waist. You, reluctantly, pulled away from the kiss to slip your T-shirt over your head to reveal your lacy, emerald green bralette that you had to admit made your boobs look great. Tyler didn’t say anything, you thought he might, but instead just stared and pulled you closer so he could massage and kiss them, making your breathing increase and a whine to escape your lips, you pushed him back so he was looking you in your eyes as you slowly straddled him; his eyes intently watching yours as you lowered yourself onto his lap.

  “Hey babe…” you smiled when you were face-to-face with him, your arms wrapped around his neck

  “Hey, love” he smiled back before quickly pulling you in for a heavy kiss, your bodies in sync with each other, never falling out of rhythm. Before you knew it, he spun you onto your back and hovered over you, searching for security in your face.

  “What’s wrong babe?” you breathed, scrunching your eyebrows when you saw the concerned look on Tyler’s face

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” you laughed, a bit taken aback, it was a little late, Ty.

  “Of course I do…. don’t you?”

  “Me? Of course! I just… I want to be respectful…”

  “You are being respectful…”

  “After everything you went through I don--” he started and you put a finger in front of his mouth to quiet him, kissing him shortly after

  “I want this, Ty. I want you…” That was all he needed apparently because he kissed your forehead and grabbed a condom out of the top drawer of the bed-side table. Every other time you’d had sex, with James, with that one guy in high school that you’d completely forgot about until now, there was always some sad excuse for foreplay before the guy eventually just stuck it in, and the sex was always terrible because of that. James was decent because he had least cared enough about you to make sure you were satisfied… But with Tyler there was no foreplay. Not this time. And there didn’t need to be. He was gentle with you, lining himself up with your entrance and circling your clit to give you an extra jolt of sensation. There was no pain, just a sense of relief and the sound of the two of you moaning in unison. His head fell to the crook of your neck as your fingers tangled in his hair, you could feel him nipping at your collarbone and it only added to your pleasure. His thrusts were slow and precise, he knew what he was doing and it felt damn good.

  “Fuck..” you whined, setting off something that made his pace increase slightly, pushing his chest closer to yours to lessen the gap even further. When he looked at you, your eyes were closed and you were biting your lip, trying to focus on being quiet in case anyone walked in the door -- whether they knew what you and Tyler were doing or not.

  “Babe, babe.. my love,” he pulled your bottom lip from your teeth with his thumb, “don’t bite, no one’s here. Make as much noise as you want…” You blushed just as he thrusted deeply into you, pushing you back into the headboard, forcing a loud gasp to escape your mouth. Tyler’s pace stayed pretty steady, only increasing when your moans told him too, biting playfully at your ear or collarbone when the opportunity presented itself, when he felt you were close, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss that neither of you were ready to let go of and he pulled you up as he squatted back on his calves; the two of you still not breaking the kiss. You finally had to grab some air, so you pulled away from the kiss and readjusted yourself onto Tyler before kissing him once more. Your hands trailed his arms slowly as you rode his length, feeling every inch of him as he guided you up and down. Fuck, he felt good, Fuck. Your breathing hitched in your throat as he began to hit your g-spot and you were actually never sure if you’d actually properly orgasmed before with anyone. Because this felt like a million fireworks going off inside your body and you had no control over your sounds anymore.

  “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Tyler, Oh my god! Fuck!!!” your voice was high and squeaky but you didn’t care right now, he felt too good for you to care what you sounded like.

  “You cummin’ baby?” he whispered in your ear and you nodded because you could barely speak, only letting out tiny whines and moans occasionally as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Tyler kissed your neck and you felt his hand move down your body, his fingers hovering over your clit before he pressed down on it gently, sending shivers through your entire body and you moaned so loudly, you swore it echoed through the entire house.

  “Ty, I’m cumming, Fuck, babe I’m cumming”

  “Cum for me baby girl” the rasp of his voice was enough to send you over the edge and so, you did. Tyler pumped slowly in you until you came down, staying inside you as long as you needed; you smiled down at him as he slowed the pace further but when he laid you back onto the mattress, you realized he hadn’t cum himself. You reached out for him to stop him from getting up; you were exhausted, but you weren’t about to let him take care of you without getting something for himself.

  “You didn’t finish…” you said quietly and he smiled

  “Rest (Y/N), we can go again later…”

  “Mmm mmm, nope. Come here…” you struggled to get up from where you were laying but finally got him to lay down beside you so you could trail kisses down his taut body down to his still hard cock. You took his length in one hand, while cupping his balls in the other. He was still pretty sensitive, so had you just lasted a couple extra minutes, he would’ve come with you. You started massaging his balls before slowly taking him in your mouth, pumping him slowly in and out, making sure your teeth were out of the way as much as they could be; you felt his hands come down to tangle in your hair and push himself further into your warm mouth.

  “Fuck, (Y/N), holy shit!” he shouted and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, smiling as much as you could, bobbing up and down a little faster when you felt his thighs tighten and noticed his free hand grip the sheets. For a just a moment, you took him out of your mouth to run your hand up and down his length to spread his pre-cum over his tip and then took him back in your mouth, massaging his balls as you bobbed faster up and down his cock once more. He let go of your hair to bring both of his hands to his head as you continued your movements and you could tell it wouldn’t be long before he let go. Tyler let out a low growl and you felt it through his body and you sent him a growl right back, knowing it would vibrate through his body; he jolted upright as you felt his warm liquid hit the back of your throat. You let him come down from his high for a bit, keeping him in your mouth and massaging his thighs while you were there, when he fell back onto the mattress you withdrew him from your mouth; wiping the sides of your mouth where his cum had escaped onto.

  “C’mere,” he breathed to you, gesturing for you to cuddle up next to him, “that was fucking amazing.”

  “It was only fair,” you cocked an eyebrow at him as you got to his side, tucking yourself into his chest, “I cum, you cum.” He winked at you, kissing your forehead as you smiled.

  “So, tomorrow.. we do this again?” he asked, excitement in his tone

  “Merry Christmas, Tyler…” you responded, leaning over to kiss him quickly.

  “It’s super quiet, I think the coast is clear,” Jackie whispered as she and the group walked in through the door, “it’s been hours, I’m sure they’re passed out cold by now.” Paul, Jackie, Cassidy, Candace and Tyler’s Nana quietly walked through the house trying not to disturb anyone when the dogs all jumped up from outside Tyler’s bedroom door.

  “Shhh, Cash be quiet,” Nana chided when Cash barked, “you’ll wake up the kids!” Cash seemed to listen and Nana continued on to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. It was almost midnight so everyone went to sleep but the next morning, Christmas Eve, there was a big crowd at Tyler’s door.

  “Have they woken up yet?” Paul asked

  “Not yet,” Candace and Cassidy responded

  “We haven’t heard anything yet anyway” Candace clarified

  “Maybe we should open the door, see if they’re okay?” Jackie prompted and the group turned to look at her

  “Even I know that’s a dumb idea Jackie” Tyler’s Nana said and everyone laughed.

  “Do you hear them too?” Tyler whispered in your ear groggily but you just groaned, trying to get back to sleep, “hey, come on, I could be going crazy here…”

  “Yes, Ty, I hear them too,” you whispered back, “just leave it alone, let me sleep.”

  “Merry Christmas Eve, (Y/N)” he said, squeezing you tightly to his chest and you smiled but kept your eyes closed which didn’t stop you from hearing the door open

  “Merry Christmas Eve, Tyler…”

  “Look at them!” Jackie gushed, hitting Paul’s chest, “they’re adorable! Look how happy Tyler looks.”

  “Jackie, enough!” he chided, “you realize we’re watching our son and his girlfriend after they just had sex.” Jackie put her nose up in disgust and huffed at Paul before going back to watching you and Tyler. The words that came out of Tyler’s mouth next were ones you had been waiting to hear and never thought would come but when he said them, you couldn’t respond and you didn’t know why.

  “I love you, (Y/N)...”

[paperannxo]

I’ll save you a trip digging through my SPN Kink Bingo series and deliver all the Sabriel you need right here!  I was thrilled to be able to write so much new material and ship the hell out of one of my OTPs.  Enjoy the surplus of, well, everything!  We’ve got tropes, ‘verses and smut galore! xoxo The Comedown and the Comeback (3/3) After narrowly escaping death, Gabriel has made it his duty to watch over The Cage to make sure no idiots try to pop it open again. Except all too soon, he feels a massive disruption and when he goes to follow whatever crawled out...he finds Sam Winchester has escaped. Besides the fact it should be impossible, the hunter should be a basket-case after Lucifer's torment, something else is wrong. Something’s different about him. When Gabriel reaches out with his grace to find a clue, he shockingly realizes the kid has no soul. And Sam's reaction to his angelic exploring…isn’t what he was expecting. Oh, Gabriel is not disappointed. A/N: This fic has three chapters. Part Two and Part Three can be read as standalones, but all chapters follow the same plot in the story, and it’s a completed work Because...Drunk When Sam accidentally falls asleep while getting ready for his date, he has no idea how difficult it'll be to get a hold of Gabriel afterwards; misunderstanding or not. It takes a second, but once Sam realizes this particular date was planned to discuss their future and taking the next step in their relationship—well, Sam’s reasoning does look like a half-assed excuse now. The first actual communication between the two is a boozed-up Gabriel, drunk-texting out at the club and ‘rebounding!’ Sam is not pleased. He does manage to glean one bit of info from the chat, and Sam now knows Gabriel will be on a bender the whole weekend. Sam’s going to find him, fix this, and take out any competition—he will get his boyfriend back. Pick Up Where We Left Off The moment Chuck came out as God and mentioned the archangels having locked Amara away the first time, Sam was on him. It turned out, he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought while proposing Gabriel’s resurrection as a ‘tactical’ move, because in their parting gifts Chuck had returned Sam’s lost lover with a knowing smile. Gabriel was thrilled to be back, but more than anything: he wasn’t going to waste any time playing stupid games with his omega as he had before—he’d learned his own lesson. He was damn well gonna make his time with Sam count. Regrets were a thing of the past, and he was ready to build a future. It Was Supposed To Be Limited To 'Aesthetic Pleasure' Perhaps the strip joint isn’t the most appropriate place to hang out every Saturday night, but as long as you’re with friends it’s not quite as pathetic, right? At least that’s how Gabriel rationalizes it. In reality, he and one of the dancers have been making eyes at each other for what’s going on months now, but Gabriel refuses to get too close because he doesn’t trust himself. What he doesn’t know, is that he already made an impact and gotten too close—now Sam is sick of waiting for him to make a move and bridge that gap again. So Sam does it himself. Whatever happened that blacked-out night must have been something amazing, because Gabriel’s world is turned upside down. Lucky for Sam, Gabriel’s quick to adjust and up the ante. Seventeen Seconds It was hit and miss when Sam prayed. He’d narrowed down the topics that Gabriel would actually respond to, and even then it was a crapshoot. He'd learned there was one subject that always raised the odds in Sam's favor when it came to luring in the archangel. So, okay. Maybe Sam had called Gabriel down once or twice for sex...or more. But when his brother was out looking for answers at the bottom of a bottle, Sam was just working through his own frustrations—his own lack of control—in a more constructive, less alcoholic way… If you counted letting an angel fuck you into next week a positive, holistic remedy. “I Never Do This!” When Sam’s friends set him up with this guy, Gabriel, it was supposed to be a group date—but they left him hanging and awkwardly floundering at the last second. Bound and determined to make the best of the situation, Sam realizes he doesn’t need to. Everything comes easy and his date is damn irresistible. Now, Sam doesn’t do one night stands. Most of time he doesn’t even kiss at the end of a first date! But one thing leads to another and...well... Let’s just say, it was a damn good thing the girls weren’t there as witnesses. Like Wildfire Drowning in student debt, Sam’s friend Brady mentions doing porn in passing. On a whim, Sam sends his resume, but never in a million years expected to get an interview, then hired by the renowned company who created the Casa Erotica franchise! He randomly meets Gabriel on the set, (who’s always been at the top of his jerk-off list) yeah, Sam’s starstruck, this seems too good to be true. Then, reality comes crashing down. Sam left his resume open so he’d get lots of work. But...he’s gay. And he can’t keep a boner on set! While Ruby helps him through the first filming with on-the-fly suggestions, Sam’s defeated until a certain someone steps in and gives him incentive AKA a ‘prize.’ The chance to film with Gabriel. It’s all Sam’s ever wanted— The only reason Sam can make it through the damn threesome is because Gabriel’s hungry eyes never leave his from behind the camera. There are times it looks like he’s gonna jump out, and fuck, if Sam doesn’t wish Gabriel was the one in bed with him instead... A/N: This fic (while a complete read) is a teaser for a long!fic I’m very excited to begin posting soon!  Just a little something to look out for in the future ;) Additional bonus: the series Playing Charades is now complete! There are three installments in this journey, and everything begins with the first work in the A/B/O, Season Five Canon ‘Verse trilogy: Playing the Victim | Playing the Fool It started off as a series of erotic fantasies, but it wasn’t like Sam could exactly control his subconscious, or anything. Apparently, if the dreams were vivid enough - they could be read as prayers. Sam had no idea his mind was actually reaching out to Gabriel until the angel appeared one unexpected night and whisked them away into an empty motel room. He gave Sam a series of ultimatums to toy with him, choices that loosened his morals, coupled with the option of silence to let his body speak for him. Even when Sam could no longer justify it as a dream, and even when Gabriel’s inner alpha bloomed into something much more possessive, the visits continued and the stakes became higher. Sam already knew with his addictive personality he would always give in, no matter the risk...because he was just that. Addicted.

[childesballs]

Rosewood Anemones Chapter 1

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3,232

Story Summary: Living as a woodworker crafting furniture and nicknacks in the small town of Elysia, Sorey lead a peaceful lifestyle. Pieces came and went along with customers, most never leaving a lasting impression. Never could Sorey have imagined the day a beautiful boy, with knowledge of ancient history rivaling his own, would come in to order a coffin. 

Notes: Ggggaaaaahhhhhh over a month of sitting on this secret project with all of two people I could scream to. But I’m finally beginning to post and holy shit does it feel good. Some of you may recognize this from a post way back when by the lovely @amarietie​, who is too fricking awesome for letting me take to writing it. Okay, I’ll stop my screaming there (for this post anyway). 

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That sterile smell that always accompanied hospitals is exactly what kept Sorey out of them. Even after three years of monthly trips here, he never could adjust to it. Clutching the strap crossing his chest just a little tighter, he continued down the halls, nodding and waving towards the staff that greeted him. The relief of ducking through the doorway of the Turtlez gift shop never came soon enough.

“Well heyz therez Sorey. Wha’dya got this month?” A small boy drenched in orange from head to toe sprang up from behind the desk.

“Hey Orange. Just some small stuff. Pendants and tags. Nothing special unfortunately.”

“Don’t worry about it. Youz stuff always sellz well. Very well.” Sorey turned towards the second voice. Leaning against the door frame was boy identical to Orange, except drenched in white.

“White! When did you get back?” Sorey beamed.

“Eh, just a couple dayz ago.” He waved a hand as he came to sit next to Orange.

“Oh, did I hear that voice correct?” A third voice, one Sorey barely recognzied, yet nonetheless he gleefully met.

“Dark. You’re back too?” Orange zipped around the counter and crossed the room in a blurr. White only a moment behind. Then they three were deep in conversation that Sorey could barely follow. He chuckled as he made his way to the unofficial woodwork section and silently setting up his wears.

Before he'd emptied half his bag, the three brothers surrounded him, discerning eyes scanning every piece. Orange and Dark staying longer on each piece than White, who moved around the whole picture. They were ecentric for sure, nonetheless, top notch merchants.

Once everything was in place, he turned towards White. No words needed for Sorey to be handed an envelope, full of his take of last month's profit. A few words of what they'd like to see next month, and Sorey was off to handle his other errand.

Moving down empty halls, he found himself near the garden. The term being used loosely. Elysia Medical had been built strangely, in that a rectangular section in the center had been left as an external space. For years it was just a place for patients to get fresh air. Now it sat as a stunning garden fitted with numerous flora.

For as much as Sorey passed by, he'd never actually stepped into it. Today, he had actually contemplated it, but seeing someone else there changed his mind.

A boy, looking about his age with silver hair, tipped with pale aquamarine, and stunning violet eyes sat with his nose burried in a book. Part of Sorey, recognizing the book, wanted to strike up conversation— he knew two people, one being himself, that had read The Chronicles of Maotelus. His sister being the other, hadn’t made it past the first chapter; her lack of fluency in the ancient tongue making it a hard read. But this person flipped pages nearly at the end with a speed that rivaled Sorey’s.

Sorey forced himself along, both realizing he'd been staring, and still having business to tend to. Silently, he hoped to cross paths with them again, and if they had the book then he would approach without hesitation.

A large sigh left him as he twisted down more halls. To think there were others in his small hometwon that could read the ancient tongue. That he wasn’t alone in that interest filled him with an excitment he could barely contain. Taking a deep breath to calm his thoughts, he rounded the last corner leading to his destination.

Unsurprisingly, the owner was absent, but the door left ajar with a red feather hanging from the knob. Sorey pushed through to an empty room decorated rather lavishly. Well, lavish is how she put it. Sorey just saw a collection of his work. And here he was adding another piece. How could he do any less for his best customer though?

Reaching into his bag, he retreived a round figure. He never did understand her obsession with round things, but it had been an oddly fun piece. Setting what she called Arma Dylan on the desk, he turned back towards the door, after tucking the envelope addressed to him atop the things in her upper most drawer. His policy for regulars was that he didn’t take payment until he’d received their 100% satisfaction.

Moving back through his route to exit the hospital, he passed the garden again, only now it was empty. Opting to save his garden experience for another day, he pushed on and out of the hospital with little more than few passing words to staff that hadn’t seen him come in.  

Making his way down the side road that would lead back to his shop, Sorey turned his phone back on to see the enivitable texts from Rose.

Hurry it up would ya?

C’mon. Sorey. You know I have a date tonight.

Soreeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy

He chuckled. Of course he knew she had time sensitive plans, but she didn’t know his job was to stall her. Ignoring her call, he dialed Alisha. After ensuring his job no longer needed, he quickened his pace.

The shop barely in sight, he could see the fuming redhead behind the glass. Before he’d even reached the door, she bolted, hands latching onto his collar. He laughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck. Her brows relaxed as she sighed and released her grip.  

“Ugh. You have the worst poker face. I knew something was up when you wouldn’t answer.”

“Hey! I had to make the usual visit It just… happened to be convient for her.”

“Whatever. I’ve got a hot date to get to. Not that you would know anything about that.” She waggled her eyebrows at him as she elbowed his side. Sorey gave a light shove to her shoulder.

“She’s impatient you know.” Rose went wide eyed after checking her phone and spoke some form of tongue that Sorey could only assume meant goodbye before she vanished.

Shaking his head, he pushed through the front door, and slumped into the desk chair. Every part of him wanted to slink into the back, curl up in a corner and take a nap. Fighting that instinct he instead pulled out his sketchbook and at least put some measily attempt into his work. That plan failed as his head fell onto the paper, and his eyes slid shut.

Staying up to sunrise with Rose and Alisha had been a mistake. One he knew he’d regret when he had to leave the house after only sleeping a few hours for the hospital delivery. He stirred against his makeshift pillow, before forcing himself to sit up and continue ‘working’. Work being mindlessly doodling designs for future projects instead of adding to the things he’d already started.

Once he’d made the decision to use his phone as a music player, hours ticked by unnoticed and while it didn’t qualify as top notch work, he’d at least progressed with detailing things. He felt the itch to start something, but what to start is where he debated.

He straighted, raising his arms over his head before closing his sketchbook, set on moving into the back to fire up the lathe, except he did this just in time for the bells attatched to the front door to chime. Ready to start his usual greeting, when he realized this was no stranger.

"Busy at work like usual?" Red tipped silver green hair swayed with each step.

"Yeah," he paused to scratch his head "first time in a while I haven't had a list of commissions so my personal projects got backed up." She gasped, a first coming over her chest.

"Well that's no good!"

"I know I know. You always snap up my newest pieces." His huff was met with a shining smile.

“Speaking of,” she reached into the pocket of her long white coat and held out an envelope “will you please just start taking what I leave?” She huffed. Her glare made him feel like a five year old being scolded.

“Alright, alright.” This wouldn’t be the last time this conversation happened.

“I suppose now wouldn’t be appropriate for setting another commission?” She faced him directly, eyes soft, and arms falling to her sides.

“Geez Lailah. You really can’t get enough. So long as it’s not a big one again.”

“Oh no. Just… another pendant.” Sorey sank a little. That had been what first brough Lailah to him when he were starting out.

“Can’t turn that down now can I?”

“You most certainly can. But I suppose that’s enough for me to say I’ll be back in a few days once I’ve gotten permission.” Lailah had been about to add something else when her phone went off. She sighed before answering, but not in her usual singsong tone. The call ended in less than a minute.

“I swear I can’t escape. It was nice seeing you for even a little.” She waved as she made her way out the door. Sorey shook his head. He couldn’t fathom the burdens of being the head doctor for an entire hospital. Even if Elysia’s was small in comparison.

Sorey leaned back, hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. Another one… How she voluntarily took on those cases baffled him even more. Spending all that time getting to know someone when you know they’re on a short clock. He couldn’t do it in a thousand life times, but he held the utmost respect for Lailah choosing that path.

Before his thoughts could travel much further, the bells chimed again.

“Welcome to Aroundight Woods!” He beamed at a new face. As the person stepped further inside and out of the beating sunlight, Sorey wondered if his heart had heart skipped a beat. Silver hair with pale aquamarine tips, bright violet eyes, and skin like snow melded together into what had to be the most gorgeous thing Sorey had ever seen. He quickly threw on his best smile as he rounded the desk.

“Anything I can help you find? Or just browsing?” It was his usual spiel, but he’d nearly forgotten the words this time. The male held a hand to his chin as he glanced over a few of the larger works adorning the walls.  

“I wanted to inquire about custom pieces?” Sorey hadn’t anticipated a voice like wind chimes.

“That’s kinda what I specialize in. Mostly furniture or knick-knacks, like lock boxes or tops, but there’s hardly a thing I’ll refuse.” Excitment rushed through him. Even though he’d been happy at the thought of returning to personal projects, he delighted more in pieces for others. The small male turned away, intently focused on a random sculpture sitting on a shelf.

“Have you… ever done a coffin?” Not an unusual question, but he’d never recieved it from someone so young.

“Quite a few.” Sorey had the urge to ramble about how many he’d done and how personal and individual each piece had been, but he held his tongue. Though after a few moments of heavy silence, he spoke again.

“I like to personalize them though. Any idea what kind of wood they’d like?” Starting simple was always his method. Never knowing how well people would handle the questions, and having asked his fair share of wrong questions, he’d learned to let the customer have all the power. The other raised a hand to his chin, thoughtful eyes lazing to the side.

“Mahogany has a nice color to it, though I’m more partial to Cherry. But if I had to pick a single type, well, I do have a soft spot for Rosewood.” A surprisingly chipper voice accompanied those sparkling eyes that Sorey couldn’t tear himself away from.

He knew he’d been staring, though unintentionally. Those words taking some long moments to sink in. As his lips started to form sounds, he inhaled. Lightly biting his lip he did his best to stifle any outward reaction. He’d never had this situation but Rose had made him think about it.

“Cherry is pretty easy to come by. Mahogony, while I can get, costs a lot. And I mean a lot. Rosewood I can get as easy as Oak, but real cost for you is in labor.” He hoped his voice had stayed calm. Treat it like anything else. Sorey became distracted in watching the other run fingers over a woodburned image of pillars with eye shaped designs.

“I see you have penchant for Temperance of Avarost styles.”

“Wha—? Wait, you actually recognize it?” Sorey stammered. Hardly anyone caught the motifs any older than a couple centuries. There was light chuckle as the male spun around to a table full of sculptures. He gently picked up one, after requesting permission, and turned it around and a round before setting it back down. Something had seem oddly familiar about this male, but only then did Sorey realize why.  

“You even pull from the Era of the Gods? I must say I’m impressed.” He crossed a leg over the other as he leaned back.

“People love the styles that came out of that era, yet no one even knows where they originate.” Sorey’s arms crossed.

“Tell me about it. It’s a real shame how little history people know.” By this point he had turned to face Sorey, hair swaying with the shaking of his head that followed his statement. Sorey bounced to the desk, haphazardly reaching for his sketchbook and flipped to a page that had crudely drawn patterns and buildings, sectioned by a set of rune like scribbles. He held out a spread.

“What I really love is seeing how these different styles can mesh today, and it’s kinda the inspiration for a lot of my work.” Sorey realized he was a hair away from full on rambling, something he’d only ever done with his sister. While she had her interest in history, it still paled against Sorey’s.

Hands reached for the book, and Sorey, uncharacteristically, let the book go. He tended to guard it like a diary, yet here he felt comfortable letting this stranger handle it.

“You can write in the ancient tongue?” Sparkling violets shot up. Heat rushed through Sorey’s face. He’d forgotten about that being with these sketches.

“I, uh, may have taught myself…” He turned away. He’d seen enough scorns in response to that, but he anticipated a different reaction this time.

“So I take it you’ve read all the Shepherd myths then?” The other smirked as his arms crossed.

“You mean the Chronicles of Maotelus?” Sorey’s enthusiasm grew more difficult to contain. Pales lips gapped, eyes wide and wild, arms falling as he looked floundered for words.

“Seriously?” He finally stammered. This lead to Sorey bringing a chair up from the back room and the two talking and exchanging thoughts and opinions and theories on a thousand years worth of history. By the time either of them swam out of their bubble, sunset was looming. The other male sat up, checked his phone, and then faced Sorey again.

“I should be on my way. I shouldn’t have taken up so much of your business time.” The other lowered his head towards Sorey.

“No, no, it’s perfectly fine. Actually, if you wanted to swing by again, I’ve got a few pieces I’d love to show someone who’ll see the history etched in.”

“Sounds great.” With a small smile, he headed for the door.

“Ah, wait. I uh, didn’t catch your name…” Sorey scratched at his jaw. That typically only got asked once a deal had been started.

“Mikleo. Though it’s sort of rude to not give yours first.”

“Ah, crap. Sorry. I’m Sorey.” All his years of doing this and building these social skills and they all became nonexistent.

“See you later Sorey.” Mikleo gave a wave before pushing out the door.

Sitting back at the desk, Sorey couldn’t fight the stretching smile. He found his phone amongst the mess of papers, opened up his messaging and quickly typed a message to Alisha.

Oh man do I have something to tell you when I get home.

She hadn’t responded and she wouldn’t. He waited out another hour just in case he had any last minute customers. Gathering all his books and supplies, he hurried towards the door. Streets empty and night fallen, he decided closing shop thirty minutes early wouldn’t hurt buisness.

While he’d usually take the scenic back streets, he settled for main streets since the route was shorter. He knew how silly and childish he was being. Getting this exicted over someone he’d probably only speak with for this commission. Yet, he couldn’t contain himself. Feeling like he may have found his equal in all things history.

Only half way up the stairs of his apartment complex, before he even had time to start searching for his keys, the door swung open. There was a silent moment as he took in the rare sight of blonde hair pulled into a bun.

“Well don’t just stand there! What happened at the shop?” She pulled him inside. Sorey kicked off his shoes and tossed his bag beside the couch before falling onto it. Setting a forearm over his head, he recounted those forty minutes that changed his entire week.

“So this guy came in, and sure he seemed a little odd at first, but Alisha. He recognized the styles I use.”

“He’s versed in history. Not like that’s rare.” Rose chimed, Alisha sitting on the floor in front of her.

“But he even recognized the Era of the Gods styles. And, he can read the ancient tongue.” Sorey had meant to keep his excitement from seaping into his words.

“Aw shit. I think your brother finally has a crush.” Rose grinned at Alisha, even though she couldn’t see it.

“I just met him! And besides…” He sank further into the couch. All the excitement at having found someone seemingly as into history as he was, and all memeory of what had lead to the meeting had been buried. Alish hummed as she turned to look at him. After long silence and Sorey turning onto his side facing away from them, Rose spoke up.

“What’s the catch? Too young? Too old? Here on vacation?” Sorey sighed, his head laying on one arm, while the other curled around his waist.

“He… he came in to order a coffin.” His voice went hoarse. He knew it was getting over his head, and jumping to worst possible conclusions.

“Ouch. For a lover I take it?” By this point Rose had ceased with Alisha’s hair and both of them were gazing at Sorey’s back.

“No… I think… I’m pretty sure it’s for him.” Sorey visibly tensed up with the words.

“Hey, he’s probably just a forward thinker.” Rose assured.

“It is a practical thing to be planning in advance.” Alisha agreed. Sorey mentally slapped himself. How could he have let his mind go to the darkest depths so easily again? He stirred into a sitting position, facing the girls again.

They had a valid argument. People had come to him before making these arrangements for well into the future. Sorey had even planned out his own. The truely unnerving part was the order coming from someone seemingly his age.

Sorey did his best to push the thoughts away and focus on the late night coffee Rose offered.

[worldcakecakecake]

Throwing Cellphones

                            Feliciano gets himself a sugar daddy

The ending notes will talk about when the next update will be available for.

                          Warning: This chapter has nsfw

                                                    Chapter 10

Si comincia dall'amore in poi

Ci siamo solamente noi

Solamente noi

  To Feliciano’s surprise, they actually arrived before his grandfather’s home, said man already emerging from the house with big arms ready to take both into this new welcome, Lovino and Antonio behind with their own greet. It was quite a feat for Feliciano to hold his grimacing while he received such harsh hugs and raisings.

Augusto helped with bringing in their small luggage, settling a room for them in one of the top floors, graciously private and quiet lonely in its hall. Feliciano preferred not to think it was because he knew what they would be up to alone.

All five of them shared in a wonderful dinner together, slow in their eating because they just couldn’t find it in them to shut up.

“Hadn’t seen you or heard from you in a while Ludwig. For a moment there I was actually worried,” Augusto truthfully admitted, just as he took a bite of crostini, the munch loud and bits easily falling on the table.

“There is no need,” Ludwig tried to defend.

“His job just became demanding and he couldn’t find time to come to Italy. I had the same problem,” Feliciano added, hoping they wouldn’t question more about it.

“All right, but always try to find time for each other if you want this relationship to last and be fruitful.”

“We try what we can,”

“Phone calls, messages.” Feliciano served himself from the ricotta-green onion gnocchi. The first plate wasn’t enough and his grandfather’s cooking was ever so good.

“As long as you both have love, the rest can be manageable,” Augusto assured.

Like school children, Ludwig and Feliciano found themselves with the most adorable blush, looking to each other with confident smiles, with hope, with assurance for surely a better future for them.

“You two…do love each other?” Augusto dared question, when the gazes they gave each other could be enough proof.

“I do,” Ludwig admitted quickly, not gazing to anybody or anything else, easing his hand to hold Feliciano’s dearly. “I love him so much.”

So wistfully, so lost in their feelings, Feliciano couldn’t feel embarrassed that he just said it in front of his family, smiling back, leaning for a quick kiss on his lips. “I love you too.”

There was sudden silence, the three other figures just starring awkwardly, food hanging on their forks.

“Could we keep this ugly ass fest out of the table?” Lovino had to ruin it.

  The next morning, a Vespa ride later, Ludwig and Feliciano rode off to explore the center of this ancient city, hand in hand, close, with all the energy needed to make the day they planned.

They started their morning with a visit to the Villa Borghese gardens, where Feliciano didn’t waste a moment to pose by the near flowers, the small lake, the old styled temple and statues, all the colors matching well with Feliciano and making him the more alive. They visited all kinds of churches, giving soft prayers (Feliciano forced Ludwig even if he was an atheist), Feliciano gladly explaining the art and architecture, ones which he had to study and write reports on back when he was studying.

Piazza Navona, palaces, the palatine hill, the roman forum, the trevi fountain. “You don’t have to do any silly wishes, Luddy, you already have an Italian lover that can take you back to Rome as many times as you like,” Feliciano had giggled once they had finished with their pictures and their gazing.

The pantheon, and finally, the Coliseum, which they reached in the late afternoon, the day darkening, the night approaching them, but the structure still stood as majestically enchanting no matter the time of the day. They bought an entrance even if it would only be valid for a couple of minutes, but they both wanted to explore in its fullness, at their pace, feeling it’s weigh of history as they walked slowly, together, arms wrapped around their waist, taking an empty spot where they gazed together over the bottom ring, their minds imagining what this could have been long ago.

Feliciano had lived in this city, he had already visited many of these places before, countless of times actually, but it never failed to light, to impress, to wonder and make him proud that it was another city that he could call home.

Rome was spectacular, and he was glad to have shown it all to Ludwig, to make him fall in love with the city just as he did, just as he had of him himself. Feliciano turned, looked up to Ludwig, placing a kiss on his jaw, hands rubbing on the arms he had wrapped around him.

“What are you thinking about?” Ludwig asked him, placing his own kiss on the top of his hair.

“Just what a great time I had with you today and how amazing this trip has been so far…even if you did scrape my back fucking me too hard on the floor.” Feliciano smiled with no shame, Ludwig rolling his eyes, blushing red, hoping no one had heard him say that, caressing the still hurt area in the secret of their hold for only them to know. It was rather impressive how Feliciano managed to walk all of Rome today even with the occasional cringe.

“Also…” he did have something else in mind, smiling upon the idea, a concocted fantasy that he wanted to tell. He leaned more into Ludwig’s hold, starting a sway, a tighter hold of their arms wrapped around each other. “I have a story,” he said in a sing song voice.

“Do tell.” Ludwig was rather curious.

Feliciano hummed, placing the setting right before him. “Ancient Rome, I’m a Roman prince,” he announced like an order, arms expanding as it to show that this was all his empire. “I’ve been locked in the palace for many years, dreaming of seeing the world and escaping. I do so on my eighteenth birthday, where in the process I met a handsome, gorgeous Germanic tribesman who is visiting the city for the first time. Although I’m not able to escape on time, I still befriend this man.” Feliciano swayed more, looking up to Ludwig, imagining him in those wears, those symbols, those times, surely as beautiful no matter.

“I fall in love with him.” Feliciano let a hand trace on his jaw, keeping their eyes on each other, coming down continuously to their lips.

Ludwig had no doubt that the Germanic tribesman was himself.

“I explore the city with him just as we did today, we become closer, we make love on the floors of an abandoned temple at the outskirts of the city, but sadly, my father, the emperor, finds out, and enraged he sends the Germanic man to fight off in the coliseum until death.”

Ludwig was actually taken by this story, attentive to every word, imagining it well in his head.

“Before he is cast to his punishment though, he makes a deal with the emperor. If he manages to defeat every gladiator the emperor throws at him, as a reward, he wants the Prince’s hand in marriage…how do you think the Germanic dealt with it?” Feliciano gazed to Ludwig curiously, hoping he would make an appropriate ending.

“Well, I…” he leaned closer to him, placing a kiss on his cheek, “would have easily crushed down every opponent, no matter the cuts, the bruises, the stabbing, the dirt, the sun, all for my prince, all for his love.” He nuzzled him, relishing on the award he wanted, he deserved, and earned.

“I take the prince to visit my tribe, and we make continuous trips from there to Rome."

“Raising a beautiful pair of twins.”

Ludwig couldn’t help but laugh. “And they lived happily ever after?”

“Mhm,” Feliciano nuzzled back.

Announcements were called about people needing to head out, for the coliseum would soon be closing for the night, and sadly Ludwig and Feliciano had to leave with that crowd.

  Finchè mi resti addosso Il mondo è nostro

  The next day, Augusto hosted a get together with friends and family. It was nothing but food, chatter, and maybe some dancing. The stars were surely Antonio and Lovino, who knew extremely well, especially after they met taking the same salsa class. Feliciano applauded and threw compliments in big wonder, while Ludwig felt more intimidated by it. They were too good, too professional, like a choreographed dance only for the occasion. He didn’t understand how other couples dared dance along with them, it almost seemed like a competition that he absolutely did not want to be a part of…but Feliciano had other plans.

“Come on!” He forced him into it, with sudden surprising strength, standing him from his chair, his drink, and into the mess of couples, trying their best for some sort of dancing.

Feliciano knew something, if even little… -actually compared to Ludwig, he was a professional. He knew well where it was he needed to move, to stand, how to even join Ludwig into those movements even with his shakiness, clear unsureness and even loosing steps. In the end, both had laughed, both had been close, letting the music guide that into calm between them, for their eyes to swim in the depths of their love, as acceptable as it could be in the presence of Feliciano’s family and friends.

Later in the night, just as everybody was about ready to leave, Lovino headed over to the car, alone, or so he had thought, until he had his younger brother calling for him to wait up.

“What do you want?” He scoffed.

“Are you going into the city? Can I go with you? I need to buy something!”

“That depends, what are you getting?”

Feliciano blushed, presenting a grin while he tried to think of some excuse to cover his real intentions.

“Are you going to get some kinky shit?”

“…yes.”

“So am I, get in.”

They both visited the same store.

  Ludwig and Antonio helped Augusto with the cleaning, pretty awkward for the three since Augusto kept questioning things that they both rather not divulge while their own lovers were out. They answered what they could, offered whatever job to impress Augusto so he could let them leave into the privacy of their own rooms for the night…and also show them a bunch of Lovino and Feliciano baby pictures.

Ludwig was checking his phone, surprisingly no messages or calls from Yekaterina, only a voice mail from Gilbert asking for something about coconut measurements…apparently he had this idea that he didn’t say much more on. It usually meant disaster that he and Elizabeta would have to clean after.

Feliciano had entered and then shut himself in the bathroom, too quickly for Ludwig to spot his entrance. For a moment he actually began to wonder if it had just been the wind, but that was until Feliciano revealed himself, earning the familiar wide blue eyed expression, the instant lustful shock, the paralyzed submission that Ludwig always presented when Feliciano would reveal the delicacy of his body in lingerie.

Stockings, garters, panties, the pearl necklace that he had given him long ago as his first gift around his neck, other pearls and golden bracelets wrapped in his arms and wrists, an adorable pink rose flower crown on his hair to top it off. The lace of his lingerie was this time very thin, his skin very noticeable through the light pink, the golden sewn designs of leaves, vines, and roses seeming to grow on him like he was born from the most beautiful rose orchard.

Like Ludwig wasn’t even there, Feliciano turned to look at himself in a mirror, making sure everything was set as perfectly one more time. With a teasing smirk, he let his hand roam down his sides, reaching the panty, which he stretched and struck against his ass. The smacking sound helped Ludwig more with the rising in his pants.

“You like this one?” Feliciano asked as he turned to him once again, beginning his slow walk, until his hands reached his knees, which helped to maintain Ludwig’s legs spread, Feliciano leaning and leaning, his legs, his rear, his back, extending beautifully behind him, curls unto Ludwig’s forehead, along with Feliciano’s gleam and bright smile.

“I-uh..um-I-ja-bestim-aaa…um.”

Feliciano adored it when this happened.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around him, while still standing, beginning his kissing, taking his jaw, his neck, while Ludwig was still too dumbfounded to do anything but stare, moan, and move along giving all the openings for Feliciano to take.

Feliciano began unbuttoning his shirt, in the process taking every piece of skin revealed to him, until it was all off and Feliciano could touch, could kiss, and lick all he wanted, reaching down, down, to the hem of Ludwig’s pants that he began to remove with the help of his teeth and mouth. Ludwig was lost, head rolling, leaning more into the bed, gripping the sheets and awaiting for more heaven to continue from Feliciano’s mouth.

That’s when he remembered, as he stared to the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Wait!” He suddenly stopped, raising, looking down to Feliciano who was already nipping at the big bulge. Ludwig shivered when Feliciano hummed against it, licking, using his hands to remove his jeans down the potent of his thighs.

“We-were- in your grandfather’s house, it’s a little unsettling. What if he-they aaaaaaaa.” He was cut short when Feliciano began grabbing, moving up and down, playing with his balls, one hand now beginning to remove his underwear until his erection was standing before him to take, beginning with a wonderful licking that had only moans coming out from Ludwig’s mouth.

“Antonio and Lovino are going to be busy themselves.” Feliciano took it into his hand once again, while his mouth continued licking or sucking sweetly on the top, having Ludwig roll his eyes, groan, bite his lip and hardening his grips on the sheet to keep himself from bucking more into that mouth.

“Nonno is two floors below and he kind of knows what we’re up to already. He at least has the decency to keep it private and not do anything to interrupt.”

“He did interrupt-” a shout, a moan, after Feliciano gave a specific squeeze and sucking that had him incapable of any more words and thoughts.

“He didn’t know that time, know he knows to not come any close. So relax, enjoy, there’s so much left to do for tonight.” A smirk, a wink, he began taking his whole shaft into his mouth.

Ludwig gave up, shouting and groaning, hands going down to grab and hold in Feliciano’s curls as he bobbed up and down, for the necessary duration until other desires called. Soon Feliciano was on the edge of the bed, Ludwig taking the delight of removing his panty, of taking his erection to grab and rub, up and down while Feliciano settled over him, taking a sitting, preparing his cock into his entrance, then taking it into a ride.

With Feliciano’s arms over Ludwig’s head, gripping tightly on the secureness of his strong shoulders, he moved and thrust himself over him, the bed beginning a quick springing that died when Ludwig and Feliciano’s moans were loud enough to hide it. It didn’t matter, all they wanted was the feel, the speed, the heights the faster, the harder they went, bed banging against the wall, even the: “Yes, daddy! Yes!”

At one point Ludwig did not care if even the neighbors heard, he wanted that voice to grow larger by his doing, to be driven by the pleasure, to the gripping, the warmth, making sure all the accessories remained on him.

Ludwig pushed him to the bed, the thrash against the wall becoming more intense with his harsher thrusts against him, with louder moans, the extensive spreading of Feliciano’s legs that Ludwig kept a hold on to have more for his lancing to receive. They leaned for kisses, Ludwig taking the chance to then switch them so he could fuck Feliciano by the sides while still being able to kiss his lips, his neck, shoulder blades, nip and lick upon bites, new and ushering stars to shine in both their eyes.

The poor rose crown didn’t survive the night.

  E niente è come noi Veramente noi

  They heard, and the next morning, there was an awkward atmosphere that not even Augusto could relax with. How they managed to converse in breakfast, talking about different kinds of fishes and which tasted better was quite impressive, but Ludwig and Feliciano rushed with their food, wanting to be out of it as quick as possible. They all wished their goodbyes, hoping for repeats, Augusto assuring Ludwig that he was always welcomed to visit. They took their rental car and drove off. It was a three hour drive to Sorrento.

Rome now tragically behind them, they entered into the southern part of the country. They enjoyed most of the trip in music, in chats, in even games and jokes, keeping everything as lively as enjoyable as any stop they could make.

It was one hour into the journey, Ludwig drove through a very lonely road, no other cars for kilometers, hills and trees covering well their presence, for a moment making them forget that they were even out in the open.

“-after that, I honestly think your brother will try to kill me.”

Feliciano rolled his eyes. “He will not, I’ll make sure of that. Like I’m the only one whose had sex in that household.”

“I mean…we were too loud…”

“So was he, and you don’t see me going on a killing spree to hunt down Antonio.” Feliciano leaned more into his seat, a distance view of beautiful fields and mountains taking his interest. “Let us be as loud as we want, let the whole city know if we have to.” Feliciano smiled, with no shame, no embarrassment. He wanted to show the truth of his love, and he would show it to the world if it wasn’t for Ludwig’s marriage and position.

Ludwig reddened fast, suddenly nervous in his steering and order, eyes lost, licking his lips, looking over to Feliciano, with expectation, with memory. Feliciano instantly knew he was thinking about their last night. Wild, continuous and well…loud. He chuckled, placing a teasing hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down, which stiffen the blond more, made him loose his control and drive faster upon the road. Feliciano raised his hand higher, higher, ever so slowly, ever so provokingly, until he had Ludwig’s new awakening erection in the grasp of his single hand. Feliciano smirked up to him, seeming unfazed, like his hands weren’t in such an area. He then leaned, whispering, even in the privacy of the car, if just to blow softly into his ear and face.

“Admit it caro, you loved how loud we got, you loved how we didn’t stop, how I felt around you, how you bit me, how I looked in that lingerie, you were even proud about how everyone heard, for no matter who they are, it lets everyone see that I belong to nobody but you and only you can get me to scream so loud and long for an entire night. Let them know you’re the only one that can pleasure me like that.” He kissed his cheek, his jaw, sucked on his neck, his hand feeling as his erection turned stronger and stronger, how his pale skin obviously showed its red, how Ludwig tried to keep concentration on the road with those touches, those thoughts, Feliciano’s words.

He moaned, he tried to groan out a stop, a scolding. Not like this, not in the car…while he was driving! Sure, they were alone, but still!

Feliciano neared to him, as if trying to get over the shift and cup holders, wanting so much more, uncaring of the movement, of the speed, of the indecency. Ludwig truly panicked when Feliciano began unbuttoning his pants, coming down, stretching himself over their seats, freeing Ludwig’s new erection for him to rub.

“Feliciano!” Ludwig scolded, although weakly, landing a hand on his hair…not pulling him out, but rubbing. Feliciano could tell with that simple touch that he wanted more, he could feel his thrill, his excitement still strengthening his cock, which he didn’t waste to lick and suck despite. Ludwig wanted to roll his eyes and close his eyes to the delight, but not here, in the car, while driving, where any wrong doing could cause a fatal accident. What…what…what excitement, what a challenge. He loved it, he showed it enough with his bucking, his sudden speeds, his tightening grip on Feliciano’s hair. He couldn’t, he couldn’t, not when he was going to lose his control like this, not when he couldn’t focus, his head in air and fire.

He gave a sudden break, halting them into the sides of the road, where he could enjoy it fully, shout, moan, and then release without pushing the car into uncertain depths. He leaned into his seat, breathing heavily, trying to regain that air into his lungs, slumping, sated, strands of his blond hair now falling over his forehead.

Sure, Ludwig though he looked like a mess, but to Feliciano, there was nothing more complete and gorgeous. Pride welled inside him, showing it as he sat up once again, licking any white from his lips. He dared smirk and wink at Ludwig, taking his seat as normally, ready for the continuing of the journey as if they just hadn’t shared something like that.

Ludwig was not going to let him continue sitting there with an arrogance of victory.

With an indignant roll of his eyes, ignorant to whatever delight Feliciano was swimming in his comfort and mind, Ludwig continued his drive, thirty more minutes in silence, Feliciano sending him continuous smirks and satisfied gleams. Suddenly there was a stop, another forgotten area, Ludwig parking the car hidden well in grass and with a good shade of trees. After he had the car set well, he stood up from his seat, moving then to open up the one on Feliciano’s side, much to his confusion.

“Get on the back,” he commanded, a fierceness that Feliciano found…incredibly alluring and sexy. He easily fell into the sway of his words, following, heading out, back in, waiting for whatever it was that Ludwig wanted.

Ludwig joined in the back, closing the door harshly behind and quickly bringing Feliciano into a passionate and firing kiss, tight on their embraces, Ludwig’s gropes on him harsh, pulling, pulling, until Ludwig was kneeled, between Feliciano’s legs, unbuttoning, discarding, taking Feliciano’s new erection into his mouth. Sure, it was inexperienced, it was a little sloppy, and Feliciano was worried that teeth might be involved at some point, but the sucks were enough, the licks, the fondling, he was quickly arching against the seat, screaming and moaning into the ceiling, hands finding rest on either the mess of his blond hair or at the leather of the seats.

  É più di un giuramento Contro tutto Cadremo e ne verranno Di inverni Abbracciami e dormi

  After their…side track, there was an hour and a half still left of the trip. It was spent in sated silence, in smiles, smirks, gentle hold of their hands and romantic music from Feliciano’s plugged phone. They passed scenic views of Naples, of mount Vesuvius standing majestically in view, then the familiar town noticeable on its hill edge to the sea. Feliciano jumped on his seat with excitement, wishing and wanting to already stroll those streets and perhaps take a dip into that sea, even if rocky, even if crowded at this point of summer.

Ludwig parked the car in a designated parking spot, away from any kind of hotels. He still brought along their bags, up a hill, down small roads, quant little shops and beautifully flowered gardens. Ludwig had to continuously insist Feliciano moved instead of stopping to take pictures.

Finally he recognized the building from the pictures he was sent, relieved, the heaviness of their bags beginning to weight on him as he rushed the more. Up the stairs, the highest room, taking the keys, turning and assuring their owning for the next couple of days.

“I can’t wait for you to see this place, it’s supposed to have the best view in-was zur Hölle?” He shouted, the echoes working well to enunciate the fact that the apartment he had rented was completely empty.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing but the tiled floors and the empty walls.

“Um…maybe it’s all saved in a closet.” Feliciano wanted to hope and Ludwig joined in along, going to every room in his search, still finding nothing but emptiness and darkness.

“Caro…I think you were tricked,” Feliciano tried to ease it as calmly as he could.

Ludwig was starting to flare, gripping his fists, reddening from all the shouts he was trying to hold in. “This place was expensive! Not that I minded paying the price, but I still chose it because of the view. It said it was furnished! I wanted to please you, I wanted us to have an amazing time and now-” Feliciano interrupted by placing a gentile finger on his lips, hushing, a soothing melody in his eyes that was enough for Ludwig to go along in, relax, breathe once again, his normal color returning.

“It’s all right,” he whispered sweetly, hands rising to caress at the side of his face. “We’re together, Sorrento is still here and we still have a chance to go out and see it, and besides.” He moved away, pulling away some dark brown curtains, revealing the clear blue sky, the colored town, the activity of the sea.

“At least we have the view.”

Since the draft page where I’ve been writing the story has emptied a lot, I decided to give myself some time by trying to post on not this coming Monday, but the other one. If I’m able to, updates will change once again to Monday. If I can’t finish the next chapter by that Monday...I’ll sadly have to give Throwing Cellphones a small Hiatus and not update until perhaps April 3rd or 7th while I fill up the draft page. If manage to finish the story then, I’ll change updates to twice a week. But it all depends on how it goes. Just be attentive to the blog, I’ll be posting my final decision soon.

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