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deblklesb · 6 months

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[I Want You So Bad — Ellie x Reader, Pt. 1]

[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, fluff MDNI] (part 2 here)

Summary: Ellie likes you so much, and it's crazy how you don't even notice it.

a/n: omg i finally did it!!!! it took me too long, so sorry anon, but it's finally here!! its a two part thing, I'll post part2 soon! hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do!

cw: fluff and pining. as always i don't want minors interacting.

not proof read | reblogs are highly appreciated

It's a painfully hot day in Jackson, Ellie is wondering how Shimmer is doing down in the barn and contemplating about going there to spend some time with her beloved horse. The sun gives everything an extra glimmer and the roads hold small puddles of fata morganas, amusing her as always - astronomy it's her main target of curiosity but physics it's there too.

While she fixes her shoelaces and checks her pockets for the keys, she also looks at the small handmade candy wrapped in a simple paper, standing on the bench next to her door. The grocery brings back delightful memories of when you runned up to her with the cutest smile, a hand in her direction.

"Ellie, I made this candy from a recipe I found in one of those books, took some for you", you had no idea how that gesture reached the Williams girl right into the heart.

"Oh, thanks…!" She looked down at the brownish treat. It seemed to be so tasteful and you were known amongst your friends to be a very talented cook.

"So, are you coming to the Tipsy Bison tonight?" You put your hands in your back pockets. Ellie could only see a part of your tattoo coming out of your short sleeve, wondering what the entirety of it would look like.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. If I can finish all my tasks", she would definitely drop them if that meant to see you.

"Okay, cool! See ya later, then", and just like that you left with a small wave and a sweet smile.

Inside, Ellie beat herself up for not asking something like "oh do you want me there?" to slightly make a move and test the waters. You would always leave her speechless, lagging, absolutely fumbling on her words to even put a goof full sentence out.

On this incredibly hot day, she thinks it's finally the time to maybe taste your candy. She hasn't done it yet because… Maybe because she was holding onto the mere fact that you thought about her and went out of your way to give her some handmade candy. It was such a sweet act, it made her daydream for days and literally kick her feet when laying on her bed that night, thinking about your pretty eyes and cute lips.

Deciding to save for that night, she finally heads out to the hot weather and bright sun. The sunglasses she found on a supply run unfortunately were broken, she could make good use of them now.

It didn't take long to reach the barns, the shadow of the roof presenting a hope to cool down. The horses seemed to not mind the heat that much, and today was bathing day.

"Morning, Els", Pedro, a 15 year-old boy waved at her. She smiled back, finally facing Shimmer on her usual spot. But the horse wasn't alone.

In the barn, a brush in hand, stands you. Mindlessly stroking Shimmer's fur in circles, your back is not fully out since you're still with a tank on but Ellie can finally see the rest of your tattoo; it's a big tiger, an image mostly on your back with just a paw sticking on your front, under the clavicle - the part Ellie could always see. Today, it moves as your muscles do the same and you murmur a random melody, eyes careful to put the attention on the horse's fur.

The brunette has to take a deep breath before proceeding into the barn, trying to pull out that chill, laid back facade to hide the way you make her almost melt into a puddle.

"Hey, see you got up early today" She has you stopping on your tracks to look over your shoulder, immediately smiling fondly when seeing her.

"Yeah, I got the bathing job today so I didn't want to leave it until later", dirt falls from Shimmer's fur as you brush it. She's not the dirtiest one usually, but after some runs between the last bath and this one a significant amount of dirt is coming off. "Where have you been putting her to, by the way?"

"Oh, we found an old ranch somewhere west and I decided to let her run around a bit. It made a big cloud of dirt around her", Ellie chuckles as she gets closer from the horse, patting her neck. "This big girl enjoyed herself very much"

"Well, that's good, though", you go back into looking straight to your front, oblivious to how Ellie's gaze falls on your tranquil figure.

She captures the bridge of your nose and your adorable cheeks, the ones she just wanna kiss all the time so badly. Your hair, away from your face today, your attractive lips and the prettiest eyes she has ever seen. With your back to the barn's door, you almost glow in front of the light coming from outside. Like a divine vision, straight out of a fantasy book, demanding to be worshiped by the auburn haired girl. She feels her chest tightening and that feeling spreading to her arms and stomach, like it always does when she's around you; a visceral need to touch you in any possible way.

Shimmer ruffs and bumps her snout into Ellie's face, almost like she's calling her back to Earth.

"Easy", Ellie chuckles again, now trying to hide the last moment. From who? She doesn't know, there's just you, her and the horses here, but she feels so exposed whenever she's around you.

"It might sound crazy, but I do believe these horses have personality", you suddenly comment, turning to grab a comb.

"Right?! Oh, Jesse keeps saying I am crazy, that they're just horses, but I do feel this too! One time Shimmer laughed when she saw me fall. Like, a horse laugh, but I swear it was a laugh", and just like that, Ellie's loosening up.

Your laugh fills the space as you stand next to Shimmer to comb her black tail. Now facing your back again, Ellie takes in how your back muscles press your dark tank top and how your waist seems to call her hands to grab it, hold you from behind close to her chest. The desire to have your scent consuming her mind is so strong, she thinks she might actually pass out.

This is getting so out of hand.

"So", she clears her throat, looking around for another comb to work on Shimmer's mane. "Are you going to be here all day?"

"Tipsy Bison at six", you don't even care to look back at her, focused on the tail.

"Do you ever sleep?"

"Yeah, very well, actually", you chuckle. "Tomorrow I have nothing in the morning, so I can compensate"

"Oh… I thought we could, y'know…", she's trying to collect the millions of thoughts running around her mind at the same time, trying to not fuck this up. "Have a sleepover one of those nights… When you're free, I mean… But we don't have to if you don't want it- it was just an idea"

"It's a great idea!" The way you smile, turning to look at her, has her heart clenching. It's so genuine and sweet, just like you always do whenever you see her coming around and go compliment her. Do you even know the way she loses balance at each one of those acts? "The last sleepover was so long ago. We should call Dina and Jesse too"

"Yeah, absolutely", she rests her head on Shimmer's neck when you turn your attention to the tail again, cursing silently.

The rest of Shimmer's bath was calm, you both kept talking about whatever. At one point, when Ellie was rinsing the horse's back legs, Shimmer just threw her tail on the girl's face, making you laugh out loud and the auburn haired girl look stunned.

In the end you both got out a little cooled down due to splashes of water, past midday after bathing all horses. It was easier with two people, after all.

"So, I guess I'll let you get going to change and go to work…"

"Aren't you coming to the Bison tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I'll pass by", she tried to sound chill and nonchalant, not revealing how she always planned to go there as long as she wasn't patrolling.

"Okay, see you there then!" And you fucking leaned to kiss her on the cheek, smiling while you waved goodbye and turned in your street, leaving Ellie dumbfounded.

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If a stare could create holes, Jesse and Dina would cause trypophobia in anyone. Ellie was sitting across from them on the table, holding a beer bottle so tightly that it could break at any giving moment. Standing next to the table was you, listening to their shitty excuses about not being able to attend to the sleepover, oblivious to their real intentions.

"Oh, I get it, it's fine. Guess it'll be just me and Ellie then", you shrug, smiling to the auburn haired girl. She smiles back immediately under your gaze. "We'll, I have to go back to behind the counter, go talk to me if y'all need anything"

And she stares at your back while you walk away, always looking so fine while handling the objects behind the long wooden table.

"You're welcome, by the way", it's Jesse who says it, smirking.

"I'd beat the shit out of you if we weren't in public", she groans, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, come on! It will be nice having her all by yourself for a night, uh? Then you can silently pin over her while pretending to pay attention to some random ass movie", Dina is looking up like she's pondering the scenario.

"Shut up", her hands start to sweat with anticipation, all the possibilities running through her mind.

What you'll be wearing, what you both will watch, if you are going to sleep next to her, if she'll be able to hold you close absolutely in a friendly way, if you'll laugh and have a good time with her. Ellie thinks about the tragedies implicated in being alone with you for the whole night, how embarrassing it can be, how she'll combust just by looking at you so closely, yet, so far.

"Stop overthinking. Just wear those flannels, she likes it"

"No, she does not!" Her face warms up, because of the alcohol, of course.

"She already complimented you ten times about that shirt", Jesse points out.

It was true, though. And each and every time, Ellie almost melted into a puddle in front of your chaste gaze. If you only knew what ran through her mind when she looked at you…

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This was messy, and Ellie didn't know what to do anymore.

At some point of the night, you decided to play a game and Ellie just agreed - because what could go wrong? Not going far from the known route, you opted for a Q&A game in which each one asked a question and the other one had to answer it or respond with another question. It would be nice and silly, if the given situation wasn't hard enough for Ellie.

You were sitting in front of her, legs crossed on the couch, in a tank top and the smallest shorts Ellie has ever seen you on - which was cool, it was okay, she could manage that because she was already used to holding her shit together next to you. But everytime you moved around, for some reason, that night, she just wanted to pull you close once and for all. An inexplicable energy was emerging from the whole situation and she couldn't grasp it properly, but it made her restless.

Her hands tingle whenever you lightly hold her arm or her leg, she starts to wonder why you were so touchy generally, but tonight more than ever. An indescribable feeling comes from her guts each time you laugh and lean on. She might as well be going crazy.

So, it was already hard enough. But then you asked her if she was currently into some girl around town and that was the first time Ellie responded with another question.

"Why do you wanna know?" It sounded like she was caught off guard, and that bought your attention.

"I was just curious… But your answer makes me think that you actually are", you smirk, playful.

"I didn't say I was"

"Didn't say you weren't either", damn you for being clever.

"But that doesn't mean anything…" The auburn haired girl looked away, resting her arm on the back of the couch.

"Is it Dana?"

"No" Dana was another woman that regularly worked on the Tipsy Bison. She was pretty and polite, but Ellie wasn't interested in her - not with you around. And she was so desperate to direct the conversation somewhere else that she missed the way your voice changed.

"So there is someone, it's just not Dana?"

"Why are you so interested?"

Why were you so interested? It was because of the game, right? Your only concern now was the fact that Ellie didn't answer your initial question, so you had to dig to the bottom of this topic. That sudden sting on your stomach when thinking about Ellie pining over Dana was just the prospect of your close friend having a crush on your coworker and not telling you. Absolutely.

It probably had nothing to do with the way you were weirdly infatuated by Ellie tonight, with her hair on a bun and a halfway buttoned up flannel - with nothing but a top underneath it. Or how she seemed to glow under the warm light of her room and her presence brought the biggest comfort you've ever felt in weeks. Or how her lips seemed so attractive right now, calling for your sight when she nervously bit the bottom one. Little scars were splared around her face amongst the freckles, gifts from a bunch of branches that accidentally crashed into her face once, during a patrol.

"Because… I'm your friend and I would like to know when you're interested in someone. I mean, we tell this type of stuff to each other, right?"

Not all the stuff, Ellie thought.

"Yeah, I guess. Well, you actually have never told me something like that"

"That, my beloved, is because I have nothing to tell. You know it, I'm not interested in anybody as for now"

"Or for any other time on this town"

"Ouch!" You chuckled, lightly punching her shoulder. "You're not getting away from this topic. I'll name every woman our age and you'll tell me when it's the one"

The auburn haired girl tried very hard not to express any compromising expressions, especially after the list ended and you didn't say your own name.

You couldn't think of any other person that fit into the category, and that was odd. Because if there was someone, then it should be one of those.

"Oh, you're lying!"

"I'm not!"

"You just said 'no' to every single name"

"That's the reality of the situation"

"But there is someone?!"

"You said that, not me", she shrugged.

"Alright", you seemed resigned, looking away from her green eyes. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine"

A sting got it right into Ellie's chest. She liked you too much to let you be this way, but at the same time she didn't want to tell you. The amount of terrible things that could happen; losing you and your friendship was at the top of this list, and it was bad enough.

"It's not it, I swear", Ellie collected all the strength to softly hold your face; now she was doing it as your friend who didn't want to see you sad. She turned it so you could face her, stare at her eyes full of vivid green. "I swear, you didn't say the name"

"Okay", you sigh, trying to understand what was that feeling on your stomach that grew while her fingers still supported your chin.

"Now… Wanna watch another movie?" Her thumb caressed your face with tenderness, inside she hoped this made you less uneasy.

"Yeah", it got cold when she retracted her hands to reach for the DVD options you both picked for tonight. "You can chose it now"

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

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rhoorl · 7 months

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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 6: Jeeps, Texts, and Sliders

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia.

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Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6.3k

Chapter Summary: We replay the day after Melissa’s party from the perspective of a couple of other characters before moving on.

Chapter Warning: A little smutty (fingering). Also a gray sweatpants reference (IYKYK). Reminder, I don’t have a beta for this, so any mistakes are all mine.

A/N: Many were curious about what Pope was up to so we’ll find out. Plus, a little bit of Katie and Will. Thanks to @trulybetty for a suggestion for one of the scenes! There are also a few Spanish phrases thrown in (for those who don't know, I'm Cuban-American, so the Hispanic references and characters throughout this story are particularly special to me). I have not included translations in text, but if you're curious I'm happy to translate anything!

David: Everyone alive and well?

Megan: I'm getting too old for this but it was a lot of fun. Right Katie 👀

Olivia: OMG Katie, Will is so hot! Please tell me you made out with him last night!

Katie: Hate to disappoint you Liv, but I didn't.

David: BOOOOO

Megan: Right?!

Katie: 🙄

Katie: Well, I will have you know that he's coming over for lunch today.

David: Oh he'll be coming alright 💦

Ty: LUCILLE IS ON THIS CHAT 🤦🏽‍♂️

Lucille: 😂

Olivia: Get it girl!!

David: Melissa? Earth to Melissa … are you there?

Ty: She's probably showing Danny how much she's gonna miss him. Two weeks is a long time 😏

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"Babe, do you know where my laptop charger is?" Danny frantically busted into the kitchen as Melissa fixed herself a coffee.

"It's right here," she pointed at the charger lying on the kitchen island.

"Oh shit, right in front of me. What time is it?" He looked at the clock on the oven which read 7:40 a.m. "Ok, Rodgers should be here by 8 so we can carpool to the airport."

"Nice, have everything packed?"

"Yup with the charger I have everything…and I still have some time to spare." He came around to where Melissa was standing, her back to him. He placed his arms around her on the counter, boxing her in. "How should we spend the time?" He nuzzled his head into her neck.

"It seems like you have an idea there captain," she felt a shiver down her spine as Danny started trailing kisses from under her ear, down her neck. "Baby, we don't have time," she giggled.

"I've done more with less time, you know that," his hand descended underneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, pushing her panties aside as his fingers dipped into her core. "Plus, it seems like you're already ready for me."

"Babe, mhmm, what's gotten into you," Melissa giggled as Danny collected some of her arousal and moved to slowly circle her clit.

"I'm gonna be gone for two weeks, I'll miss you. You gonna miss me?"

He trailed his fingers through her folds, teasing her a bit before pushing two fingers into her heat, the heel of his palm giving just enough friction as she bucked into it.

"Y-yea, I," Melissa mewled as she threw her head back, resting it on Danny's shoulder as he helped work her through the waves of her release. She turned in his arms, giving him a kiss. "Of course, I'm going to miss you. Two weeks is a long time," she pouted.

"I know, I'll be back before you know it. You'll go out with D and Ty and I'm sure the crew will get together, you'll keep yourself busy." He kissed her again and looked at the clock before giving a small fist pump. "And I still had five minutes to spare."

"Oh my gosh, you are ridiculous," Melissa laughed.

"Ah shit before I forget, could you go get an oil change for the Jeep while I'm gone?"

"Yeah, sure."

"And, not to be difficult, but could you take it to a different place? I know the guy at the last place ripped us off. Maybe check and see where Will takes his? I meant to ask him yesterday but forgot."

"Ok, yeah I'll head over there today to go ask him."

Honk

"That's Rodgers, gotta go. I'll text you when I make it to the hotel."

"Ok, I love you."

"Love you too."

After a quick kiss goodbye, Danny was off. Melissa watched as he got into his coworker's car, waving to both of them as they left.

"Two weeks," she sighed.

She checked her phone for the first time all morning and laughed as she caught up on the group chat.

Melissa: I’ll have you all know that Danny wished me a very nice goodbye as he left! 😉

David: Get it mama!

Olivia: You and Danny are just the cutest! 😍

Originally Melissa planned to take the day off to spend it wedding planning with David and Ty, but because of her recent cancellations, she now had the whole day free. So, she decided to be productive and clean the house. She changed out of her pajamas into a workout set, grabbed her headphones, turned on a Spotify station, and started picking things up.

Before she knew it, it was nearly lunchtime and the house was spotless. She made herself a salad and sat down on the couch to relax. When she finished, she walked over to the kitchen to put her bowl in the sink and saw Danny's keys on the counter.

"Shit, let me go ask Will before I forget."

She slipped on her shoes and headed out of the house, putting more pep in her step once she realized Will was home, seeing his Jeep parked in his driveway.

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When it came to sleeping, Santiago could sleep all day and still get a full eight hours at night. It drove the guys crazy, especially Will, but Santiago always rationalized it saying he was making up for all of the sleep that he was robbed of when they served.

This morning after Frankie's alarm went off Santiago was in no mood to get up, especially because he really had nowhere to be. Since getting back from his adventures around the globe, he hadn't been able to focus on what he wanted to do next. Helping Benny and Will with their new house was the only thing he really had that brought him a sense of purpose.

He slept like a rock after Frankie left and didn't wake up until a little after 11. He got up and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes. The house was quiet and as he padded out to the living room and saw no sign of Benny or Will.

His phone buzzed and he saw a series of missed texts from the guys. He gathered that Benny and Connor were at the gym and should be back soon. Will was out to pick up lunch for Katie before going over to her house and Frankie went to his meeting before heading to the airfield.

Santiago’s stomach grumbled so he opened the refrigerator pouting when he saw very few options. The boys had relied on Lucille for many of their recent meals, along with anything Frankie felt compelled to make. Thankfully, Benny always had a supply of sugary cereals in the pantry so he poured himself a bowl of Lucky Charms and sat at the dining room table.

A little while later he heard Will's Jeep rumble up the driveway. He waited for a second but when his friend didn't walk through the front door he decided to peer out through the window and saw Will making his way quickly down the sidewalk to Katie's house.

"Good luck," he smirked to himself.

He was about to head back into the room to throw a shirt on when he heard the doorbell ring. The guys didn't mention anything about someone dropping by so he again looked out the window, his stomach doing a flip when he saw Melissa standing at the front door.

She was dressed in navy blue high-waisted workout pants and a cropped racerback top of the same color, just a sliver of her skin showing. Her hair was in a ponytail and with a pair of silver-rimmed sunglasses perched atop her head.

Without thinking twice, he opened the door with a smirk, knowing she was going to be surprised to see him. Her jaw dropped and there was a sharp intake of breath as her eyes traced up and down his exposed torso. “S-Santiago! I, uh, I…is Will here?”

“No, he’s over at Katie’s, it’s just me.” He rubbed the back of his neck and then played with the silver chain around his neck.

“Oh, ah, ok. Well, never mind, didn’t mean to bother you.” She started to walk away.

“Sure there’s not something I could help you with?” He leaned against the doorframe.

“I was coming over here to ask Will for advice on an oil change.”

“An oil change?” His brows furrowed.

“Yeah, uh, Danny wanted me to get a…can you put a shirt on please?” She chewed her bottom lip as she nervously laughed.

Santiago smirked, “Sure, one sec. You can come in if you want.” He left the door open as he sauntered back to the spare room he and Frankie shared whenever they crashed.

Melissa timidly crossed the threshold, keeping the door open as she watched Santiago retreat into a room. He popped back just a moment later pulling a plain black T-shirt over his head.

“Can you concentrate better now?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the way the corners of her mouth turned up. “Like I was saying, Danny asked me to go get an oil change done on his Jeep while he was gone. Problem is, the guy we took it to last time was kind of a jerk and wanted to charge us for a bunch of stuff it didn’t need. I know Will has a Jeep, so I was curious where he goes.”

“Well, Will and Benny are the types of guys who do their oil changes themselves, Fish too for that matter.”

“What about you? You don’t like to get your hands dirty?” Now she was the one who leaned against the doorframe.

“Funny,” he gave her an up and down. “I do, just not with that. I know a guy, wanna go now?”

“Uh, like now now? Aren’t you…do any of you guys work?” She crossed her arms giving him a cheeky grin.

“We’re retired,” he said with a tight-lipped smile. “Besides, I could ask you the same question seeing as you’re here in the middle of the day.”

She shifted her weight onto one leg, putting her hand on her hip. “Well, for your information, I took the day off.”

“So you have time to do the oil change now then, huh? C’mon let’s go.” He grabbed his phone and wallet off the coffee table and headed out.

“You…wha-” Melissa stammered, frozen in place and unsure what to do.

“Vamos princesa.”

Santiago led the way back over to her house so she could grab the keys to the Jeep.

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Lucille was driving back from the grocery store when she spotted Melissa and Santiago walking back toward Melissa’s house. She noticed them yesterday at the party, especially the lingering glances they each gave when the other wasn’t looking. Lucille made a mental note to bring this up to Francisco the next time she saw him.

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The drive over to the auto shop was pleasant, Melissa laughing at Santiago as he told some grandiose story. When they arrived, he got out and spoke to the mechanic, Enrique, who was not subtle in the way he checked Melissa out.

Santiago admonished him and let Enrique know she spoke Spanish, in case he tried to say anything that was out of pocket. The man gave Santiago a hard time about dropping by unannounced but after a few moments of tense negotiations, he acquiesced and said he needed about an hour to get it done.

“Wanna get a coffee or something while we wait? There’s a good spot for Cuban coffee up a couple of blocks, we can walk.”

“Ok, yeah sure.”

As they walked over Santiago noticed Melissa fiddling with her engagement ring. “So, when’s the big day?”

“Ha, isn’t that the question of the year?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to...”

“No, no, it’s ok. I…just…I don’t know. It’s a lot of pressure. Have you ever been married?”

“No,” he answered quickly. “No, I haven’t.”

“Not even engaged?”

“I know, hard to believe,” he smirked. “No, ah the other guys have kind of scared me off of that if I’m honest,” he blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I don’t want to spill all of their secrets but…Will…he was engaged. Great girl, hell I was the one who introduced them. But he, he was dealing with some shit, hell we all were, and she was as supportive as she could be but she got to a breaking point and called things off. Then there’s Benny. The poor kid has had some shit luck. He almost proposed, had a ring and everything, and then, well, he didn’t get to do that. And Fish,” he sighed. “That shit was complicated from the beginning,” he nervously chuckled.

“Wow, sounds like you’ve all dealt with some stuff, huh?”

“Yea, only one of us who actually ever got married was T-...uh, yea, you can say we’ve dealt with some stuff.”

As they arrived at the coffee shop, Santiago opened the door for Melissa. Neither of them said anything as they looked at the menu.

“Know what you want?”

“Uh, yeah, I think so.”

Santiago lightly put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the register as he followed. When she placed her order, he quickly placed his and handed the barista his card.

“Santiago, you don’t have to do that! You’re doing me a favor,” she laughed.

He playfully rolled his eyes at her as he took his card back, tapping the screen to leave a tip.

Once they settled into a table with their drinks, Melissa eyed Santiago. She wanted to follow up on their earlier discussion but was unsure how to do it. He clearly wanted to skirt past his own story in favor of that of his friends.

“Have something on your mind?” He finally broke the silence.

“You said the other guys scared you off…do you…d’you think you’ll ever get married?”

“Ah…well, I don’t know. I don’t want to say never, but I guess I’m not really looking for that right now,” he looked into her eyes and then focused his gaze down to his coffee cup, fiddling with the sleeve. “Are you excited to get married?”

“Uh….” Melissa fidgeted in her chair as she brushed her fingers through the end of her ponytail.

“I’ll take the lack of an immediate yes as a no?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Well, I’m all ears,” he leaned back in his chair, looking her over.

“It’s just…Danny and I have been together for a long time. I love him, I really do, I just…I don’t know I feel like life has been kind of set for me rather than me like, I don’t know, making my own choices? That probably makes no sense, I’m making no sense,” she started to ramble.

“Hey,” he reached over and grabbed her hand. “You don’t have to have it all figured out.”

“I know, but it’s like everyone else has a timeline and expectations for me. I’m going to turn 30 in a couple of months and then I’m going to start getting more shit about my biological clock and…”

“Wait, you’re not even 30 yet?” Santiago coughed.

“No…”

“Oh, sorry, I just. I knew you were younger I just didn’t realize how much.”

“Well, how old are you?”

“It starts with a 4 and that’s all you need to know,” he smirked as she giggled.

“Ok viejo, so tell me, you’ve never had a serious relationship then?”

Santiago shifted in his seat before leaning forward, both forearms on the table. “I did, one. I’ve had one, although if you ask the guys they’ll tell you it’s more, but it was really just Sofia. But it uh, obviously, didn’t work out,” he gave a small tight smile. “It’s kind of a telenovela situation,” he laughed.

“Ha.”

The conversation quickly shifted to them chatting about the other guys, Santiago sharing some funny stories about each of them and Melissa laughed so hard she was almost crying. They both lost track of how much time had passed before Santiago’s phone rang and he saw it was Enrique calling to let him know the car was done.

“Time to head back princesa!” He tapped the table, getting up to pull her chair out.

Once they got the car, Melissa asked where he wanted her to drop him off. He said that Frankie’s house would be fine and directed her to the house. When she parked in the driveway, he hesitated for a moment before he got out.

“Hey, thanks for helping me out today, Danny is going to be so happy to hear I found a new spot.”

“You’re welcome, and if Enrique tries to give him a hard time in the future you call me ok,” he laughed.

“Sure,” she smiled as he started to get out. “Wait! Um…I…I don’t have your number. You know, in case he gives me a hard time.” She smirked as she handed him her phone.

“Right,” he took it and punched in his number, sending himself a text so he had hers.

“Well, see you later Santiago.”

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Santiago had just cracked open a beer when he heard Frankie walk into the house from the garage.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me!” Frankie jumped when he turned the corner and saw Santiago. “You didn’t answer your phone, Will and Benny hadn’t heard from you… I was getting ready to go looking for you.”

“Sorry, I was busy, I didn’t want to be on my phone.”

“Hmm…ok,” Frankie took the beer Santiago offered him. “Busy doing what?”

“Stuff.”

Frankie laughed, “You know I know you better than anyone, so if you’re going to try and hide some shit from me you need to do a better job of it. I know all of your tells.”

Santiago rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter, “Fine. But don’t get how you get.” Frankie put his hands up in surrender. “I was with Melissa…but not like that. I helped her with an oil change.”

Frankie narrowed his eyes as he took a swig from his beer. “That’s what we’re calling it these days? An oil change?”

“Fish, I swear to god, I took her to Enrique’s. She needed to get the car done while Danny was out and the last place ripped her off. She was coming over to ask Will where he takes the Jeep. Nothing else happened. ¿Me entiendes?”

Frankie raised his eyebrow and tilted his head as he stayed calm, taking a sip from his beer. Santiago’s defensiveness was not going unnoticed. “Entendido. You have to admit that it doesn’t look great, though. Did anyone see you?”

“No, we drove in her car and she dropped me off here. No one was out walking a dog or taking a kid around the block, ok? Relax.”

“I think you’re the one who needs to relax hermano,” Frankie shook his head. “We’re also going to need something stronger than beer.” He walked over to the cabinet to pull out a bottle of whiskey.

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Katie’s Tuesday was much less eventful than the day before. By the time it was lunchtime, she couldn’t stand to be in the house anymore. Whenever she walked down her hallway or even looked at it, her mind flashed back to her steamy makeout session yesterday with Will. She was also extra frustrated since she had a less than pleasurable time with her vibrator this morning, wishing she had the real thing rather than the toy that had become an all-too-familiar fixture in her life as of late.

She was restless, sitting on the couch with her forearms restingon her knees, unsure how she wanted to spend the next hour.

“Fuck it.”

She stomped over to her room and changed into a more supportive sports bra, threw her running shoes on, grabbed her wireless headphones, and decided to head out for a jog around the neighborhood. She took up running following her divorce, finding it gave her the time and space to sort through all of the shit she had kept built up for years with Sebastian.

On her loop back to Mule Fall Court, she saw a blonde man in the distance, also running. As she got closer her stomach dropped realizing it was a very sweaty Will who was not wearing a shirt. He must have noticed her at the same time because he waved and crossed the street where Katie was.

“Hey,” he attempted to catch his breath while wiping his brow with his forearm.

“Hey! I didn’t realize there was someone else who was crazy like me and ran in the middle of the day in the summer.” Katie managed to get out while also trying to catch her breath.

“Ha yea, well, I missed out on going with Connor and Benny to the gym this morning and wanted to get my run in while I could,” he smiled at her, trying as discreetly as possible to check her out. “Um, hey in the rush to get out yesterday I realized I never got your number,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, so we could coordinate a time to come over with Connor.”

“Oh…oh yeah, sorry about that by the way…um, here,” she blushed as she motioned to Will’s phone.

He handed it over to her and she punched her phone number in and saved her contact as Neighbor Katie before handing the phone back to him.

“Ha, Neighbor Katie, huh? Well, here let me send you a text. Can I request you save my number as Neighbor Will?” he chuckled.

“I think I can manage that,” she laughed.

“Cool…well, sent.”

They both stared at each other for a few moments, unsure who was going to speak first. Finally, Will caved.

“Um, would you want to maybe go uh…wanna hang out sometime?”

“Hang out?” she smirked. “What do you mean by that?”

Will blushed, it had been a while since he’d asked a woman out on a date. “Ha, um…sorry, I’m bad at this.”

Katie felt a little rush, seeing how flustered Will was while also noticing how his ab muscles flexed when he laughed. “Are you asking me out on a date Will?”

“Ah…well, yeah. Yeah, I am. But if you don’t…”

“No I do,” she cut him off. “Yeah, let’s…hang out,” she smirked.

“Cool, well, I guess I’ll text you. Unless I run into you again.” He winked as he lightly bit his lower lip.

“Sounds good, Will, I’ll see ya.”

They both smiled as they parted ways, heading in opposite directions.

Katie walked into her house giddy at the idea of going out on a date with Will. Megan had tried setting her up on countless dates in recent months but no one ever really made her this excited. Will was a nice guy, and obviously easy on the eyes, and she liked being around him. Although he was quiet, it never felt like there were awkward silences with him.

She knew Megan would wring her neck if she didn’t immediately inform her about what just happened, so she opened up her text messages as she went to the fridge to refill her water bottle.

Katie: Holy shit. You’ll be so proud of me. I think I’m going on a date soon.

When she hit send she put the phone down and rummaged through her fridge to find some ingredients for a sandwich. She checked her phone and nearly dropped her plate when she realized what she had done.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Her face was red hot as she realized that had inadvertently texted Will instead of Megan who was typically the first thread in her text messages. She shot a quick glance out her living room window, cursing herself that she left the curtains all the way open this morning to bask in some of the sunlight. Although she didn’t see Will anywhere outside, she wasn’t sure if he was done running yet or not so she hid behind her kitchen island to be out of sight and dialed Megan.

“C’mon pick up pick up.”

“Hey, everything ok?”

“Fuck, Meg. I fucked up.”

“Whoa, whoa. Slow down. What happened? Are you ok?”

“Physically yes. But I’m fucking mortified. I…ugh shit he just read it!” Katie let out an exasperated sigh.

“What are you talking about? Do you need me to come over there? Did Seb call you?”

Katie talked a mile a minute to get everything out to Megan, telling her about how she met Will and they exchanged numbers and made plans to go out on a date. Megan’s first reaction was to laugh, which made Katie whine even more.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry…you have to admit this is kind of funny and so something you would do,” Megan continued to chuckle as she typed away on her computer. “Has he responded yet?”

“Ugh, no he hasn’t…wait, there’s bubbles, he’s typing.”

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Will lightly jogged back to his driveway as he heard the roar of the engine of Benny’s TransAm coming up the street. He greeted his brother and Connor and the three of them headed inside to eat.

“How was your run,” Benny called out as he walked into his room to change out of his sweaty clothes.

“Actually pretty good, I…uh…I got Katie’s number.”

“No way man, that’s awesome,” Connor slapped him on the shoulder, making Will chuckle at the boy’s enthusiasm and apparent investment in his, and Katie’s, love life.

Will’s phone dinged, but he ignored it, figuring it was probably Pope adding some stupid joke to the guys’ group chat.

Benny came back around the corner pulling his shirt over his head with his very well-worn slouchy gray sweatpants slung low on his waist. “Oh shit, no way. You didn’t get that yesterday? I mean after you kissed her and grabbed her-”

“Hey, hey,” he interrupted his brother, cutting his eyes over at Connor.

“I’m not in elementary school, I’ve hooked up with girls before,” Connor straightened up, puffing out his chest a bit.

“Girls, plural?” Benny smirked.

“Ok, girl. Just one girl. It was freshman year and we kept our clothes on, but it still counts ok!”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s all good,” Benny chuckled. “But seriously, Will, do you have any plans to see her? Ya’ll going out on a date or something? Shit, when’s the last time you went out on a date?”

“Could ask you the same question asshole,” Will snapped back, picking up his phone. “Oh shit. Hey, look.” Will unlocked his phone and showed Benny and Connor the text that came in from Katie. “That…that wasn’t meant for me right?”

“Oh, that was probably for my mom, they text each other literally all day every day.”

“Shit, she’s probably really embarrassed.”

“C’mon let’s fuck with her, give her a hard time,” Benny took the phone from Will, starting to compose a message.

Will wrestled the phone out of his brother’s hands, annoyed that Benny’s longer arms made it hard for him to get to the phone. “Stop it. Ok…let’s not give her too hard of a time, but let’s have some fun.” Will smiled, which made Benny whoop with laughter.

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Neighbor Will: Going on a date soon, huh? Nice. Who’s the lucky guy?

Katie read the text out loud practically as it was delivered. “Ok, so he didn’t immediately think I was a complete weirdo, that’s a good sign, right?”

“Babe, you just probably gave him such a big ego boost, he’s got to be loving this. Be a little flirty back, c’mon.”

They debated back and forth on what to text next, letting the rest of the conversation play out, giggling like they were in high school.

Katie: Oh, just some guy who I met recently. He’s pretty good-looking.

Neighbor Will: Good looking, huh?

Katie: A little. 😉

Neighbor Will: Like good looking as in handsome? Or good looking as in hot?

Katie: That’s my secret…

Neighbor Will: So when’s this date? Gotta make sure this guy is legit.

Katie: I don’t know, we haven’t decided yet.

Neighbor Will: Fridays always seem to be a good day.

Katie: Very true. Seems like a good way to end the week.

Neighbor Will: Well, maybe your date can come up with a fun idea for you two between now and then.

Katie: He seems like a planner, so I have no doubt.

Neighbor Will: Well, it sounds like you have a date.

Neighbor Will: Pick you up at 7? 😉

Katie: Sure, sounds good.

“See! Now if that wasn’t a great recovery then I don’t know what it is!” Megan cheered Katie on over the phone.

“Holy shit, I’m going to need a drink.”

“I got you sister. I’m putting a bottle of wine in the fridge right now! Come over after work! I’ll call in some reinforcements.”

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Promptly at 5 p.m., closed her laptop and got a little bag together to head over to Megan’s complete with some cheese, crackers, and olives. Throughout the afternoon various members of the Neighborhood Watch popped into the group chat saying they were free to come over for an impromptu get-together.

Katie knew her texting faux pas was going to be a subject of conversation and while the attention would normally make her want to crawl into a hole, she knew the crew would make her laugh and lift her spirits. She was already bracing for whatever smartass comment David was sure to give her, but she was ready for it – she needed to be around her friends.

As she made her way up Megan’s porch, the door swung open. Connor was on the other side, his eyes going wide when he saw Katie.

“Hey C!”

His eyes grew wide and he gulped. “H-hey Ms. Katie.”

“You ok?”

“Yeah…sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see you…um, I’m going to go see Will.” he blurted out.

“Oh…ok cool. Having a guys’ night then huh?” She wiggled her eyebrows trying to lighten the mood.

“Yea. I…um…I’m gonna go.”

“Ok C, I’ll see ya. Hey, you good to come over to my house on Saturday to build some stuff? Don’t feel like you have to.”

“No, I mean, yeah I’ll be there. I don’t mind Ms. Katie. I told you I’d help.”

“Alrighty bud, I’ll see ya.”

Katie closed to door and walked in on Megan who was pulling a dish out of the oven.

“Holy shit that smells good, what is that?”

“Oh hey babe, it’s this garlic and herb baked brie thing I found on Pinterest. Did you see Connor on his way out? He was supposed to take over these buffalo chicken sliders I made for the guys. They’re apparently going to teach Connor how to play poker tonight,” she chuckled.

“Ha, oh jeez. Yeah, I saw him. He was kinda awkward with me though, it’s like he saw a ghost or something when he saw me.” She tried to snag a bite of the brie but Megan swatted her hand away.

“Everyone will be here soon, wait! And uh…yea, about that. Apparently, he was over at Will’s today when you guys were texting.”

“Well, it’s not like a sent a picture of my tits or anything…”

“I know, but he felt bad that you may have been embarrassed, you know how he is.”

“Oh I know, our sweet little Connie bear. How’re things going with him and Aria?”

“Good, I think. I’m trying to not ask Benny a ton of questions, but I’m dying to know more.”

“Ooo…Benny huh?’ Katie teased, arching one of her eyebrows. “He’s hot as fuck Meg, you thought about doing anything about that?”

Megan rolled her eyes, “For starters, he’s like 10 years younger than me and I see him like a little brother, ew.”

Katie wasn’t convinced but didn’t press the issue as she heard the door open.

“Party’s here!” David shouted as he danced through the front door, a bottle of sparkling wine in his hand as Ty followed carrying a couple of containers for Lucille who was trailing behind them.

The five of them chitchatted while they waited for Melissa and Olivia to arrive, politely waiting to dig into the spread until David broke the tension and started fixing himself a plate. “Look we said be here by 7, I know Liv is probably dealing with bedtime and shit, but Melissa has no excuse. They can’t be mad that we started eating.”

Almost on cue, Melissa strolled through the front door carrying some fresh-baked cookies.

“Liv texted, one of the twins is sick so she can’t make it,” Megan let the group know as they all sat around the living room with their snacks and drinks.

“Katie, I am dying to know what your last like 36 hours have been like. Please dish!” Ty teased.

She reluctantly rehashed her lunch date, going in more detail than she was planning on thanks to very specific questions from David. When she finally got to the part where she accidentally texted him, they all nearly spit out their drinks.

“Oh shit, Katie…that would happen to you,” Melissa chuckled.

“It was so fucking embarrassing,” Katie put her head in her hands.

“Why mi cielo? So he knows you were excited to go out on a date, what’s the harm in that?” Lucille rubbed Katie’s back. “He’s so handsome, have some fun!”

“Thank you, Lulu, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell her!” Megan cheered.

“Well, cheers to your date and hopefully getting some dick!” David raised his glass as everyone else groaned and rolled their eyes.

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“Ok, so a full house is better than a flush?” Connor looked at his cards confused, showing them to Benny who was sitting to his right.

“Lemme see…” Benny peered over at his hand. “Yeah, you have a full house which would be better than a flush, but unfortunately I have you beat,” he laid down his cards. “Straight flush.”

The rest of the guys groaned as Benny fist pumped, winning his fifth-straight hand.

“How about we take a break, huh? Refill drinks?” Frankie asked as he got up.

“No fair Fish, you’re just mad that you’re losing.” Benny huffed.

Connor and Will also pushed back from the table to head to the refrigerator, Santiago and Benny following.

“Pizza should be here soon,” Will said as he checked his phone.

“Ugh,” Connor shook his head. “My mom made some slider things for me to bring and I forgot to bring them. I was a little distracted on the way out.”

“Did Aria text you or something?” Benny asked as he took a swig of his beer.

“No, uh, Katie came by. They’re all having a get-together.”

“Probably to talk about you güero,” Santiago slapped Will on the chest. “Connor, you think they’re going to be there a while?”

“At my house? I mean, it won’t be super late, but they’re still there now.”

“C’mon Will, let’s go get our…what were they Connor, sliders?” Santiago confirmed with Connor before he and a reluctant Will made their way across the street.

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“So Lulu, any chisme you care to share with us?” Ty asked.

“Well, actually yes. I saw Ethan today, he showed 306 to a family as a favor to one of his realtor friends.”

“Oooo did you see the people?” Melissa asked, curious who her new neighbors may be.

“Just from afar, it was a family, a couple and they had two kids with them.”

“Were they hot?” David asked as Ty playfully slapped him on the forearm.

“I couldn’t get as close of a look as I wanted, but the husband kind of reminded me of Francisco, just with shorter hair and no beard and wearing a suit.”

The group was laughing in the living room when they heard the doorbell ring.

“Do you think that’s Liv?” Melissa asked.

“Nah, none of you ring the doorbell anymore,” Megan chuckled as she walked over to see who was at her front door. “Oh…hey boys! Come on in.” She ushered Santiago and Will inside, shushing Bucky who started barking at the visitors. “Oh stop it, you know them.”

Katie’s eyes widened and the sight of Will who was rubbing the back of his neck as he walked behind Santiago who confidently strolled into the room.

Lucille flashed a quick glance over to Melissa who straightened up at the sight of Santiago while smoothing down her hair.

“Hey everyone, so sorry to intrude on your uh…party, but Megan, Connor mentioned there was something he forgot to bring over,” Santiago flashed a charming smile.

“Oh yeah! I actually have them still on the stove so they should be a little warm, may just have to pop them in the microwave for a few before you serve them. Katie, can you help me,” Megan nodded to her friend to join her in the kitchen as the rest of the crew made small talk with the guys.

“What the fuck,” Katie whispered to Megan as they got to the kitchen.

“Aww what…Will wanted to come and see you,” Megan teased as she wrapped aluminum foil onto the platter. “You should see the way he was looking at you. Here take this to your man.”

“He’s not my man,” Katie rolled her eyes, yelping a bit as Megan slapped her on the ass as she walked out of the kitchen.

As they walked back into the living room, David and Santiago were cracking jokes back and forth.

“Here you go,” Katie announced, walking towards Will.

“Thanks,” he smiled as he inhaled sharply as their fingers brushed against each other when she handed over the tray. “Didn’t mean to bother you all, we’ll get going. Promise we won’t have Connor over too late Meg.”

“All good, it’s the summer so he can stay out as late as he wants!” Megan waved them off.

“Ok, well, still. We’ll make sure he gets back. You have a great night,” Will said to everyone but looked at Katie with a smile.

A/N: For some reason, I was having trouble with this chapter, but I eventually got it to a place I liked, so I hope you like it too!

When the two men finally walked out, the group stayed quiet for about 10 seconds before they started whooping and hollering about their unexpected, but very welcome, visitors.

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一 oh yes darling, hjs.

pairing — idol!han x gn!reader

genre — domestic fluff

warnings — mentions of sex but not implied, kissing, not proofread.

word count — 988

notes — this is just for an experiment, might delete later if it doesn't show on the tags. i'm so upset right now.

“I’m so exhausted darling, are you sure, you don’t want to cuddle with me?” Jisung asked, loosening his tie while you flip a page on the book you were reading, feeling the comfortable mattress and the new sheets from the laundry. It was a good Friday night which means it was your boyfriend’s day off the next day. He’s been working overtime during the week and badly wanted to rest, with the help of your cuddles, of course一but he came a little late today when he promised he will cook dinner for the both of you.

“No,” You said, flipping another page of the book leaving the poor man pouting his lips. He knows this game, this is one of those nights when you’re trying to play hard to get as a joke to make him act all cute and beg but your boyfriend knows you too damn well.

“Are you upset?” He said, taking off his white polo after the blazer. You tried you remain calm and fix your attention on the book you were reading. Jisung loves your reaction every time you see his exposed skin or the way he takes his clothes off in front of you. Nevertheless, it makes you crazy and he knows it. The change of the atmosphere caught you off guard, you didn’t even get to say anything before he was completely topless. Even the book is not helping and the words seem to be scrambled and hard to read.

“I’m not,” You said.

“Then why won’t you cuddle me?” He pouted.

“You were late,” You answered as he chuckled in return.

“So you’re upset with me,” Jisung smiled but you just rolled your eyes in response. “Come on, how do I make it up to you?” He asked, sitting on the empty space beside you, trying to get your damn attention away from the book. Your boyfriend loves to tease, he can manage to make you give in when he starts to do something that will make you sore in the morning. But it’s not that easy, because sometimes, you weren’t just up for it. Your boyfriend is not the type to be patient, but when it comes to you, he would always understand. Yet you would also feel bad about it when he sighs and leaves in disappointment after you refused. No arguments were made because he won’t force you if you don’t want it.

You sensed his face getting closer to yours, attempting for a kiss as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hot breath gave you the chills down to your spine making the book fall on the mattress. Jisung started rubbing the tip of his nose on your cheek which made you giggle in response while attempting to break free from the tight hug. You knew he wouldn't be able to finish his night routine if you let him be like this for a while.

“Go wash up first, I’ll cuddle you alright?” You smiled, cupping his cheeks before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Fine, don’t forget the smooches,” He smirked, kissing the tip of your nose before dashing towards the bathroom. A smile formed on your face as you fixed your hair, and placed the book back on your side table. Your boyfriend has been working too hard that you are worried if he is getting enough rest. Being part of a famous boy group in the whole industry gives him a tight schedule where it’s rare to spend some time with his beloved. And the tour一the tour is right along the corner.

A sigh escaped your lips as you waited for him. He deserves all the cuddles he could get from you anyway. The love he gives and the time management he has when it comes to you are very endearing. You knew there are a lot of reasons to love him, and being loved by him is already a huge thing to earn.

You heard the bathroom door open and shut as his footsteps are getting closer to the bed. His hair is soaking wet and his body was enveloped in a white robe, you prepared for him. The dryer started doing its job as Jisung watched himself in front of the mirror while you wait. Watching him like that made you think you are the luckiest person on earth to have him. He’s perfect wherever you look at him, he denies them sometimes but his narcissistic side is not debatable.

“I will melt if you keep staring at me like that,” He said as you scoffed in response.

“I was just waiting,” You answered as he ruffled his disheveled hair, taking his way back to your shared bed.

“There’s something I wanted to say,” He said, halting a foot away from the mattress.

“Shoot,” You said.

“Why don’t we spice things up for tonight and stay in all day tomorrow huh?” He said, with a smirk on his lips while wiggling his brows. You could feel the heat rising on your cheeks and Jisung could see how they turned pink because of the blood rush. It’s been a while since the last time you did it一thanks to his occupied schedule, he’s been missing a lot with you.

“Honey, no,” You said.

“Oh, yes darling,” He said when he attempted to hover over you but you were too quick to move, making him fall to his face on the pillows. “Oh come on,” He whined in response as he laid on his back, kicking his legs on the sheets like a little kid, making you laugh.

“You’re so cute,” You said, kissing his cheek. “I was just kidding you know? Come here,”

“I won’t go easy on you, darling,” Of course, Jisung is a sucker for you. He never hesitated to get on top of you again, before crashing his lips on yours and wrapping your arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss.

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Truths of Our Past Part 8

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of nudity, mentions of infertility, mentions of suicide, depression, depressing thoughts, past trauma, facing trauma, romance, understanding, fluff.

Summary: You had met Charlie in University, were married shortly after, and had become accustomed to a beautiful life together. When you receive a wedding invitation to one of Charlie’s previous classmates weddings you discover that Charlie had a dark past, one he had been trying to forget. In the midst of it all you try to help him through it while finding out that he’s not the guy you thought you married at all. Maybe he’s even better.

word count: 5k (It’s gonna be a long one folks)

Part 7 ←→ Part 9

Masterlist

10/10/69

Day 8/8

You and Charlie never got the chance to talk the rest of the day considering Todd had come home with them to spend the night apart from his soon to be wife. Chris had used this and your fight as an excuse for you girls to have a sleepover in her room and kick Knox out. The boys didn’t put up much of a fight and Knox ended up sleeping in his easy chair and Todd on the couch. Then the next morning Chris had you out the door before Charlie was even awake and over to Ann’s house where the bridal party was to be getting ready for the big day. Chris had been much more lenient on you after you stayed up late, curled under the covers, telling her everything that happened with Charlie.

“I feel like I’m going to throw up” Ann spoke from the chair where Maggie delicately worked on pinning her blonde curls up.

“You’re not going to throw up” Maggie told her, giving her a stern look through the mirror and you lightly hit Chris for turning to look since you had been trying to curl her hair.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet” Rachel smirked through her own mirror, hands slowly putting eye shadow on.

“Not cold feet, I’m just scared of being in front of such a big crowd. I mean I’ve never kissed anyone in front of my parents and now I have to in front of hundreds of people” and you were snorting a laugh as she lightly panicked because you remembered not very long ago it was you in that chair with the same kind of worries.

“Ann when you get out there and you see him in that suit you’re not even gonna know the crowd is there. You’ll be to happy to be with him” you told her, remembering exactly what Charlie looked like when those church doors opened. Not even a car accident could’ve got you to turn away from him.

“Is that what happened with you?” she curiously asked and you smiled, hands slowing as you worked on Chris’ hair.

“I was in a panic about kissing in front of his parents. They were so strict and I still couldn’t even tell if they liked me. Chris had to fix my hair three times because I wouldn’t stop pacing. Then the doors opened and as I was praying my Dad wouldn’t let me fall I saw Charlie. He smiled so big the second he saw me and those brown eyes of his were all misty and I thought to myself ‘If this man loves me enough to be emotional in front of a hundred people then I can kiss the shit out of him in front of anyone’.” and all the girls awed as you recalled this story and Ann seemed to instantly calm down as you explained the worries of your own wedding day.

“What about now?” she asked and you gave her a confused look. She almost looked sheepish over asking the question. “It’s just, you and Charlie weren’t talking yesterday and you left the church without us”

“Oh, that” you nodded, eyes dropping to Chris’ hair that you were putting the finishing touches on. Chris shot you a nervous look through the mirror, indicating you didn’t have to talk about it if you didn’t want to.

“What do you mean ‘oh that’, I thought we were in the antarctic based on the cold front you were giving him” Rachel snorted out and Maggie tried to suppress her giggles but you noticed anyway. Deciding you didn’t want to make things awkward by hiding it you spoke.

“I suggested us moving here and he shot it down before I could even really explain why” you said and the girls all silently nodded as they processed your answer. They could feel your sadness and they weren’t sure if they should continue to joke or not.

“Why wouldn’t he want to live here?” Maggie curiously asked and Ann reached around to pinch her to which she just yelped. “What was that for?!”

“This town brings up a lot of bad memories for him and I guess the good still doesn’t outweigh the bad” you sighed, trying your best not to cry. You were struggling with so much more under the surface. You had been trying to make it not seem like a big deal to Charlie that you hadn’t gotten pregnant yet. You were just trying to be okay and do things that would make you happy, moving here would make you happy.

“Maybe it’s a good thing, he wants you to have him somewhere he can be himself” Rachel suggested and you shook your head, moving to sit now that Chris’ hair was done.

“He’s more himself here than anywhere else, he just doesn’t realize it. I think he lets Neil’s death hold him back because whenever we visit he laughs more, sleeps better, and seems more like the guy he was before I knew him” you told her because it was all true. You think he was just scared that maybe this town could be where bad things happen, that the further he is from it there is no chance of him or anyone else getting hurt.

“I’d give it time” but he had ten years already. Maybe he didn’t know how to cope, he needed to learn a way to bear the pain. Ten years is a long time to hold yourself back from a life without worry and guilt.

“Sorry I’m late, my Mom forgot to wake me up” Laine burst through the door, looking completely fresh for just waking up as young sixteen year old girl. You were thankful for the distraction, the turn of the conversation.

“Come here kiddo, I’ll do your hair”

It wasn’t long until you were all lined outside the church. Ann’s guests, the pastor, and Todd all behind that door. The boys had obviously shared some whiskey in celebration because your husband smelled just like it. You liked how alcohol could mellow him out. His eyes were glassy from the burn of alcohol and he looked handsome as ever in his tux. You missed him, you hated giving him the cold shoulder, so even if you hadn’t entirely forgiven him you walked to his side anyway, arm interlocking with his own. Slowly you tipped up on your toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He gave you a look of surprise and adoration, clearly having missed you himself. He wasn’t entirely sure where the sudden affection was coming from and you felt guilt rush through you as he clearly tried to figure out the best way to approach you.

“I’m still upset but I also love you more than life itself. Not many people get to walk down the aisle twice” you told him, head falling to lay on his shoulder. Even though he hated not talking to you it also gave him time to think, to go over a lot of stuff in his head that he hadn’t before.

“Yeah, but we do” he grinned and as if he cued it himself the church doors opened and the wedding planner started to count each couple off, urging you all out of the door where the guests had turned to look.

You held onto Charlie like it was your wedding day all over again, pouring out love for him as best you could while still holding your ground in your argument. You needed something to change, something to feel good about while you waited to have the family you always dreamed of having. Yet your thoughts were cut short as Charlie’s grip on your arm tightened and you looked up to see a large picture of Neil had been placed on the alter, right behind Todd in line with the groomsmen of boys.

“He’s so handsome” you whisper and Charlie felt a soft smile cover his face as he processed what Todd had done. He had made it possible for Neil to be in his wedding and it had worked because it felt like he really was there. It had felt like that all week and maybe that was why Charlie had struggled so much.

“Figures, Neil always showed up looking better than me” Charlie whispered back and you were suppressing your giggles as you got to the front where you’d have to part and move to your correct sides of the alter.

“Girls always like guys who put little effort into their looks better anyways” and Charlie was gasping at you and you gave him an evil grin and moved to stand beside the girls who had made their way down the aisle before you.

You didn’t have much time to laugh at your evilness because Ann was coming down the aisle prettier than ever. You loved weddings and now you could stand here and try to hold back tears as Todd cried while saying his vows. Behind him was his brother and all the Dead Poets including Neil. The idea of Neil getting to stand with all of them as their friend got married made your heart soar. Especially since you had made Charlie feel more happy than sad that a picture of Neil was beside them instead of the real thing. Then pretty soon Todd was kissing his wife and you were all heading to the reception hall, still soaring over happiness and family that filled the room. You felt the same when you got to the reception to find there had been a chair reserved for Neil again.

“Todd, this came for you. It’s marked urgent” Rachel said as she rushed over to the wedding party table. Todd furrowed his eyebrows as she slipped the envelope in his hand.

“It’s from Keating” he muttered after inspecting it, a wide smile creeping across his face. The rest of the Dead Poets shared shocked and excited looks as they glanced at him.

“Open it!” Charlie urged, eager to know the contents inside. Todd carefully opened the envelope. Slipping the letter out and trying to hold back his glee.

“What are you waiting for? Read it!” Knox quipped and the boys agreed, them practically buzzing in their seats knowing Todd held the first words they’ve gotten from Keating in ten years. Quickly he cleared his throat before reading.

“Dear Todd, I am sorry I could not be in attendance of the big day. It would’ve been exhilarating to see the mousy boy who couldn’t even read a poem in my class recite vows in front of hundreds of people. In all honesty I don’t have to be in an attendance to know what will happen. I’m sure the man you’ve grown to be recited his vows loud and clear to convey the love you hold for the undoubtably wonderful girl you’re marrying. For Todd you have always been quiet but inside you’ve always held an outpouring amount of love for the people around you. If there is anything I’m most sorry about is not fighting hard enough for you boys all those years ago. I know not to worry too much, all of you too strong and hard headed for your own good. Especially Charles. Me and my wife have sent along a gift I hope you will use for years to come but I’ve also included a letter for Charlie. I know it’s your wedding day but until now I’ve had no way of knowing how to reach the boy. This letter has come ten years too late and for that I hope he can forgive me. I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately and during that I’ve found all of you. My best wishes Todd, love the Captain”

All heads turned to Charlie as Todd slid the letter to reveal another behind it. Charlie was unmoving, not saying a word as Todd shakily handed it to him because he knew that hand writing. The soft and low swung loops of Charlie’s name inked across the front. Charlie knew too and no one said a word as he slid the chair away from the table and rushed out of the reception hall. He needed to be alone. They all knew it and you did too. So you let him go so he could have a moment alone with the words of his lost friend. Once safe at a bench far enough away he couldn’t hear the music coming from the hall, he unfolded the letter with shaky hands.

Charlie,

I’m sure you’re angry with me. In fact I know you are. What you need to know though is this was my only choice. The only way I could be free. Please know I would never willingly leave you behind like that. You’re my best friend, my first friend. The greatest and most confident guy I know. I always wanted to be you. To face the world head on like you did. That’s why I know you’re going to be okay. I don’t have to be sad about not seeing the rest of your life because I know what’ll happen. You’ll graduate and go to some big fancy school. You won’t be nervous because not even the school will be big enough for you. Then you’ll meet a girl, a nice one, not some ditz you tricked into going out with you. In fact in my version of things she’s going to be the one to seek you out because a real women doesn’t need to be wooed by the charms of Charles Dalton to see him for who he is. Then you’re going to love that girl for the rest of your life because if my friend Charlie is anything at all he is loyal. Loyal to me, to the Dead Poets, and to the people that care for him.

You don’t need me for all of this, I’ll be there watching anyway. I’ll be there for your wedding and the birth of your kids which I know will be named after me because let’s face it, you love me too much. Then I’ll be there to watch them grow up and help them through the same hardships we faced growing up. I’ll do that for all the Dead Poets kids because we now know what it feels like to suck all the marrow out of life and not be sad when it’s our time to leave it. I’m not sad, I got to do what I loved tonight. Now I’ll get to do what I love the rest of my life while watching the people I love do it too. Tell the boys I love them, that I’ll miss them. I’m sure they know it, especially Todd. Todd is going to be okay too, I know it. The only person I couldn’t bear not saying goodbye to is you. You were the first person in my life that made me feel loved the way I was and as my life ends I know it to still be true. My dear friend Charlie, the one who always knew my worth. You’re perfect the way you are and I can’t wait to see you do everything I know you can accomplish in this lifetime and the next. After all only Nuwanda can face the challenges life holds and still make something of himself.

Always with you, Neil

A large sob broke past Charlie lips as he gripped the paper in his hand. He clutched it to his chest as he cried harder than he ever did over Neil’s death. In fact he wasn’t sure he ever got to cry for him. When he got the call he didn’t have time to cry because he had the job of informing everyone else. Then he was expelled and his parents were too mad to offer a shoulder for him to grieve on. He had never cried for the loss of his best friend and now here in his hands was a letter frozen in time from ten years ago. Somehow Keating had it and all this time Charlie had no idea he had been trying to reach him. So he cried harder than he had in his whole life, face red, and snot coming out of his nose.

“Oh Charlie” and then Knox was wrapped around his friend, Charlie gripping onto him instead of letter. The other boys stood there, tears in their eyes as Charlie held onto Knox as if he would somehow leave him too.

“It’s okay Charlie” Todd said with a sniffle, delicately removing the letter from his hand that was crushed against Knox’s back. He knew it was something he had to keep. It wasn’t the kind of thing you just lost track off.

“He told me goodbye Todd. He told me goodbye and I was stupid enough to get myself expelled and never know he did” Charlie sobbed against Knox and Todd sat on the other side of him, trying not to cry at the sight of Knox quietly crying in his shoulder.

“Maybe it happened for a reason. At least you have it now and maybe it’ll give you the closure you need” He told him and Charlie slowly started to calm down.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be over the fact he’s gone” Charlie told him and Knox slowly pulled back, keeping one arm around his friends shoulders.

“None of us are” Knox told him, free wrist wiping at the tears in his eyes.

“Yeah Charlie, Neil is not the kind of friend you just get over” Meeks told him as he moved around the bench to face him.

“Neil was the best of us, you don’t just get over that” Pitts said joining his red headed friend and Charlie let out a breath, finally calmed down from his minor moment. A moment that came ten years too late.

“We miss him together, that’s how this works” Todd reminded him and Charlie sighed, getting his breathing back to normal.

“I need to see my wife” he finally said and the group nodded as he stood and began to round the bench. Yet he stopped in his tracks fairly quickly because there you stood in your mint green bridesmaids dress, shawl drawn tightly around your arms to keep away the autumn chill. The tears in your eyes were a strong indication that you had found him just as the boys had in an absolute wreck.

“We don’t have to move here Charlie, it’s okay” and then you were turning around and walking back towards the reception. He had his friends to comfort him, after all you didn’t know Neil like they did. Ann’s wedding deserved to be one filled with happy memories and after seeing how badly Charlie broke down over that letter you no longer wanted to fight for this place. You’d just make do because you loved your husband more than anything else. If Vermont reminded him of things that would make him react like that then you didn’t want to live here either.

“Is everything okay?” Chris curiously asked you as you returned to your seat and you nodded, reaching for the champagne in front of you.

“Yeah, it’s all good”

It wasn’t long until the boys had returned. Their previous teary frowns replaced with wide and laughing smiles. After that the wedding picked right up again. The champagne had allowed you to mellow out and enjoy the festivities. You laughed at the correct place in each of the speeches and cried as Ann and Todd took their first dance as a married couple. The wedding was perfect and based on the smiles on both their faces you knew the marriage would be a success too. As the rest of the weddings guests joined the couple on the dance floor you could only laugh from your empty seat at the table as you watched Pitts attempt a swing dance with Meeks.

“Don’t let them fool you, this isn’t the first time they’ve danced together” Charlie’s voice made you freeze as he slipped in Chris’ empty seat beside you.

“That doesn’t surprise me” you said trying your best not to tear your eyes away from them and look at Charlie.

“I’m sorry” he finally said after a beat and you sighed, your head dropping between your shoulders.

“No, I am. I shouldn’t have pushed” you said, the tears starting to prick at your eyes again.

“No Y/N, you should have. I needed a push” his hand was squeezing your own and you lifted your head, a look of confusion flooding your face as you looked at him.

“But Charlie, I saw you out there” but he was shaking his head and cutting you off.

“That letter took me back to that night, the emotions seventeen year old me should have felt when I got that call. You were right though, that I was letting it hold me back and after the closure this letter has given me I know that now” and the hand that wasn’t holding your own was passing the letter over to you. You gave him an unsure look but he urged you anyway until you were reading the letter for yourself.

“Wow, he- he really knew you” you said, tears for both him and Neil now rimming your eyes.

“He predicted you. Our love, and if it’s any indication I think it means he was there the day we met. He sent you to me, an angel on earth” Charlie told you, heart still thrumming over the fact Neil had somehow conjured you up three years before he ever even knew you.

“That’s possible, I wasn’t normally the kind of girl to approach strangers on public transportation” and Charlie was laughing, lifting your hand to press a kiss to it.

“I’m glad I was the lucky one then” he told you and a smile finally broke across your face and you leaned closer to your husband. This was the closest you had felt to him since the drive up here. You hated feeling so distant.

“I’ll always choose you Charlie, over everyone” you grinned at him and he smiled as he leaned the rest of the way to press a small kiss to your lips.

“Well that’s good because I bought a house” and your eyes grew wide as he nonchalantly drank from the whisky glass in front of him.

“You what?!” you exclaimed and he chuckled lightly as he set the glass down and turned back to you.

“Todd’s Uncle is a real estate agent. He told me over at the open bar that a town house three down from Knox and Chris had been put on the market. Great condition, two stories, four bedrooms, and three and half baths. I made an offer” you were gaping like a fish, trying to process how all of this could happened in the last hour and half since he had received that letter.

“So we, when? How?” you we’re questioning and Charlie was smiling as he drew you close to him.

“Look that letter made me realize a lot of things. One being that I want to stay close to my friends for as long as I get to have them around, two was realizing I never recovered or learned how to cope with Neil’s death, and three was that my behavior all this time had been hurting you as a result” and you were shaking your head, trying to tell him it was okay but he held his hand up to stop you.

“So I’m buying a house close to my friends, I’m going to see a therapist even if I think it’s a scam the entire time, and I’m going to give you the life we always wanted to have together” and then you were kissing him as hard as you could, hugging him close because the man in front of you was the one you loved more than anything. A perfect mixture of who he was and who he turned out to be. Your Charlie.

“I love you Charles, forever and ever” you told him, arms wound tightly around his neck and he grinned right back, pushing some hair out of your face.

“I love you too Mrs Dalton, forever and ever” he told you right back and you smiled as you pulled away and grabbed your own glass.

“Well now that we have this all cleared up did I tell you I ran into Richard Cameron” and whiskey was spluttering out of Charlie’s mouth as you deviously giggled, knowing you’d receive that reaction.

“You ran into who?” he asked, using Chris’ napkin to wipe his chin and the small mess he had made.

“He gave me a ride home when he saw me walking in the cold after the rehearsal. I have to say he is not at all like you had described. He actually seemed a little morose about the whole thing” and Charlie felt all five stages of grief rush through him as he thought of that fink. He had always hated Cameron and yet he felt the smallest part of him curious as to what his old pal had turned out like.

“Keating would be proud of me” Charlie said after a moment, having processed your words.

“Why’s that?” you asked and he smiled back at you, remembering the good times for once.

“Because I married a girl who uses the word morose instead of very sad” and even if you didn’t know what it entirely meant you were grinning anyways, pecking his lips.

“Well you also married a girl who likes to find trouble, want to help me bust Meeks and Maggie in the storage closet?” and Charlie was gaping at you now, shocked and surprised at the behavior of the woman he married.

“How?” he simply asked and you just chuckled, finishing of your champagne.

“I spotted them leaving the dance floor hand and hand about twenty minutes ago. That means right about now would be a good time to catch them before we see too much” and Charlie was matching your devious grin as he grabbed your hands and lifted you from the chair.

“Lead the way my beautiful wife” and you smiled widely as the two of you rushed off to cause trouble and make Todd’s wedding more than memorable.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life causing trouble with you” you told him as you reached the storage closet door and Charlie smiled wide.

“That’s a good thing, because trouble is what I do best” he said and you both were gripping the door handle, devious eyes sparkling into each others as you swung the door open wide just to be met with the screams of both Maggie and Meeks. They both stood in their undergarments, lips red and swollen as they made out in the closet. You almost toppled over at the sight of Meeks boxers, white with red hearts.

“What the hell Charlie!” Meeks was yelling as Maggie tried to cover herself and you giggled into your hand.

“Careful Maggie, he barely knows how to use that thing!” Charlie teased before slamming the door back shut and you both laughed before joining hands and rushing off down the hall.

“I’ll kill you Charlie” Meeks yelled as he peaked his head back out the door but neither of you cared as you laughed and joined the wedding that had no clue what you were up too.

“I have the best wife” Charlie said as you both rushed to the center of the dance floor, safe from the wrath of Meeks. You wrapped your arms around his neck, falling into step with him as you joined the dance.

“And I have the best husband” you told him softly before you both laughed again, the image of Meeks in heart covered boxers undoubtedly to be funny forever.

“What did you two do?” Todd accused, him and Ann now dancing beside you. You snorted out a laugh again at the memory.

“You wouldn’t believe us” Charlie said and you were hiding your face in his chest as the laughter bellowed through you.

“As long as my cake doesn’t explode on us I really don’t care” he was saying and Charlie laughed, happiness filling the room.

“Hey Todd, what did Keating give you as a gift?” Knox asked as him and Chris danced over to join all of you.

“A desk set” and the soft smile on Todd’s face conveyed it meant so much more than just a simple desk set.

“That’s Keating for you” Knox nodded and the group fell in a comfortable silence, slowly dancing to the music that surrounded them.

“Y/N bumped into Cameron” and shocked yells came from each poet around you to which you just laughed.

“In my defense I didn’t know it was him right away” but they still questioned you, clearly shocked and surprised by the random encounter that had happened.

“Man, I can’t believe he’s still around” Todd said with the shake of his head and Knox just shrugged.

“I bump into him a lot, kind of comes with the territory” he explained and Charlie snorted.

“I’d love to see the two of you duke it out in a court of law” and Knox was just rolling his eyes at his hyperactive best friend. Only Charlie could conjure up an image of an actual fight between the two.

“That’s not really how it works” he was muttering and Charlie just grinned because he liked to get under his friends skin.

“Hey guys, have you seen Meeks?” Pitts was asking as he approached the three couples and the laughs that came from both you and Charlie indicated you knew exactly where he was.

“Not sure Pittsie, but when you see him ask him if I can borrow his boxers sometime” Charlie said and Pitts furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but stalked off nonetheless to find his friend.

“You’re bad” you told him, smiling wide because tonight had turned out so much better than you could’ve ever imagined. Tonight in fact was the best night you had ever had.

“Yeah but good thing for me that you all love it” he was telling you and you nodded, head coming to rest on his chest.

“That’s true, and I wouldn’t change a thing”

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mochiimadness · 2 years

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Hi!! I'm a little new in the fandom so I don't know if this has been done before ^^' but can we get some ROTTMNT x reader headcanons where the brothers (separately) learn that their crush doesn't know how to dance and is super embarrassed by it so they (the brothers I mean) try to dance with them to have fun? Or to tease? Or to genuinely teach them? WHO KNOWS

Love your work, take care! (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) ♡

Welcome to the fandom!!!

I also don’t know if this has been done for the rottmnt boys yet, but I hope you enjoy it!

Neon Leon

He asked you to dance with him out of the blue (heh)

Was already dancing to the music trying to impress you

“Check out these sweet moves, baby!”

He’s actually kinda good when he tries???

Usually he just does it to be goofy but he genuinely wanted to show off a bit for you

“You know what would be even better? Both of us dancing together!”

It would definitely be fun-

But unfortunately you have no clue how to dance

You try to play it off as just wanting to watch him dance more or being tired

But Leo keeps trying.

Realizes from your body language and expression that you’re embarrassed

Will stop dancing immediately and ask what’s wrong

That’s when you admit that you don’t know how to dance

Leo will laugh a bit at first

Not at you ofc, he just thinks you’re cute

“Who said anything about needing to know how to dance, to dance?”

He’ll grab your hands and start moving to the beat with you

Once you’re moving he’ll let go of your hands and step back-

Only to pull out the most goofy moves he knows

Remember ‘Gangnam style’??

Leo does.

He literally does those fortnight dances like his life is depending on it

Gives you the biggest grin when you laugh at his silly moves.

“See? You don’t need to know how to “dance” to have fun dancing!”

You two end up dancing along “horribly” to music the rest of the night

Both of you have the time of your lives

His brothers can hear y’all laughing from their rooms

Later offers to teach you a few moves if you want,

But still loves to just dance goofily with you to this day.

Don Tron

Bootyyyshaker9000

This turtle can bust a move and he knows it

Does not hesitate to dance when a good beat comes on.

You walk into his lab and he has music blasting

You can literally feel the bass pumping

And there, pulling off moves like the dance star he is, is your beloved partner

He immediately turns to you and invites you to join him

“S/o! Perfect timing, I upgraded my speaker system and now we can jammy jam with ease! Join me, and we’ll dance like the stars we are!”

Uh oh.

Yeaaaah, about that-

You can’t dance to save your life.

Donnie won’t realize at first that you’re not dancing with him

But after a few moments he realizes you still haven’t moved from the labs entrance

In fact, you’ve been slowly making your way out the lab instead.

He literally slides over to you

“Ah, whatever is the matter? Is the music too loud? Or maybe it’s not your taste? I can change it to any song you’d like-“

He doesn’t pick up on your embarrassment

Instead, he’s going on and on trying to find out what’s wrong

Ironically, he’s so focused on asking what’s wrong and trying to fix whatever it may be to notice your very obvious embarrassment

You eventually blurt out that you don’t know how to dance

He’ll stop mid-sentence and look at you for a moment to make sure you’re not joking.

Lowers the music and puts one hand on your shoulder

“Well never fear- I can teach you the art of ✨dance✨.”

Are there actual sparkles around his head or is that just a trick of light???

He’ll pull you to the middle of his lab and start off with a few easy moves with you

He actually enjoys teaching you how to dance and doesn’t mind doing it again

If you’re up to it, he’s absolutely down to teach you more

You two have one day a week where you both work on dancing

After practice, Donnie will pull you in to dance together just for fun

You don’t have to be perfect or even good,

He just enjoys spending time with you

As long as you feel comfortable and are having fun-

He’s happy :3

Mystic Mike

I’m a firm believer in break dancing Mikey

He loves to spin on his shell as fast as he can

He’s also got a few smooth moves of his own

Just ask Hypno-potamus-

He also just likes to move and jump to the beat

He was dancing in the kitchen when you walked in-

Just moving to the beat happily

He noticed you after doing a spin and invited you to join him

“S/o! Wanna dance with me?”

Does this little shimmy at you

It’s adorable-

But you don’t know how to dance

You just decline and make up some excuse of being tired-

But immediately end up telling the truth after seeing Mikey’s sad puppy face

Mikey will pause for a second after you tell him before the biggest grin spreads across his face

“I have an idea!”

He grabs your hand and runs to the gaming room with you

“Don’t know how to dance? Well, we have just the game to teach you!”

He ends up bringing you to the dance arcade game

You two start off doing fun, easy levels

Whether or not you’re good at the game-

You both end up laughing and enjoying yourselves

The game actually gives you a good starting point to learn some moves

If you want, Mikey would absolutely love to teach you a few moves of his own!

He always makes sure that you enjoy learning the moves

If you ever get frustrated, he’ll stop and opt to take a break

Maybe paint or bake with you!

He loves to pull you into a slow dance while baking

Nothing fancy, just swaying together

He gets the dorkiest grin on his face

“I love you so much.”

Pure romantic at heart

His favorite place to dance with you is in the kitchen

Big Red

Raph knows how to bust a few moves

But he’s not too great with anything fancy.

Usually it’s moves he learned with his brothers

But when one of his favorite songs comes on-

He just has to move around!

And to make things even better?

You were there, leaning against the wall watching him dance with a smile

“Hey, S/O- wanna dance with me?”

He holds his hand out to you with the biggest smile on his face

You of course, panic a bit and decline

You can’t dance at all

And you don’t want Raph to know that.

Raph gets a bit hurt at your immediate decline

And slightly self conscious

Did you not like his dancing?

Well sure it’s not great, but surely it’s not that bad

Or maybe you just didn’t want to dance with him, period?

He hoped not

He really hoped not.

You could see his slowly growing panic on his face

And immediately jump to try to reassure him

Giving excuses of being tired, or your knee hurting-

Anything to reassure him that he’s not the problem

Raph quickly realizes and recognizes your own panic and increasingly odd excuses

Who says they can’t dance because a pigeon looked at them wrong earlier?

Figures out pretty fast that you’re embarrassed and trying hard not to dance

He’ll grab your hands gently and bend down to your level

“Is everything okay?”

He’s so concerned, and his voice is so soft

Does his best to comfort you

Your heart melts.

You cave in and tell him about your nonexistent dance moves

And your embarrassment over it

Raph does this little “aww” and pulls you in for a hug

“Well, I can’t really dance either so don’t worry about it, S/o!”

Instead of busting any fancy moves,

He opts to just sway with you to the music

Occasionally twirls you around

Very soft and sweet with you

He also leans down a lot to cover your face in quick kisses

Loves the smile and laugh you do when he does that

Just wants you to feel happy and relaxed with him

Kind boi

I’m so sorry for the wait!

I hope you enjoyed ^^

Reblogs appreciated :3

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ajaxpetropolisismyhusband · 1 year

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Ajax - That's my girl

This is my first ever post. Hope you like it :)

Warnings: Fluff, PROTECTIVE AF, Cute Ajax ofc, Y/n being a fruity af with Bianca

This takes place at the Rave'N and the image above is your dress (Telekinesis!reader)

"Y/nnnnn.... babe we're gonna be late!" Ajax yelled loud enough for the H/c haired girl who was on the other side of her dorm door to hear. Fixing her hair into a half up, half down. Y/n yelled back

"I still have to curl my hair!" Ajax rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"Cara Mia, I know for a fact you look great-"

"You haven't even seen me yet!" Y/n interrupted the gorgon.

Ajax groaned in annoyance. "That's what im sayingggggg! i need to see my pretty baby all dolled up for me!" Y/n blushed at the little dominance her innocent boyfriend likes to show at times.

"COMING!" Y/n got up and shouted across her shared dorm room to the door. She gave herself one last look in the mirror and quickly picked up her phone and walked towards the door. The door swung open and revealed a white hatted handsome boy looking at the floor. His eyes slowly scanning his way up the gorgeous girl right in front of him. His mouth slowly opening the more he looked up.

Finally he looked at the big e/c orbs that were piercing through his black ones. Y/n stood up straight with one heel behind the other, smirking at the boy. Y/n had confidence and Ajax liked that. Y/n wasn't really that cliché shy girl who looked down when looking like the most sexy angel that existed. She took advantage of that and showed herself off to her boyfriend.

"Damn mamas..." Ajax finally let out after 30 whole seconds of silence. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully as she lightly blushed and pulled Ajax by the arm and dragged him downstairs. "You didn't even tell me how i looked!" he huffed and crossed his arms. Y/n abruptly stopped and turned to look at him.

"You look like you're getting stolen tonight sooo..." Y/n pressed her red lips together and grabbed one side of his cheek and kissed his cheek fiercely enough to imprint an red outline of her lips onto it. Y/n turned her boyfriends head slightly with the hand on his cheek and admired the 'tattoo'.

"You missed a spot, princessa" Ajax chuckled, puckering his lips towards the girl. Y/n chuckled and put her dropped hand onto the other side of his face, mirroring her previous hands movement and pressed her plump lips on his soft ones. Ajax's hand rested on her hips and slowly dragged them towards her soft face. Y/n lightly moaned into the kiss and pulled away.

"I thought we were getting late" she panted slowly. Ajax snapped out of the lovey trance, grabbed his girlfriends hand and ran towards the hall.

"I TOLD XAVIER WE WERE GONNA MEET HIM AND BIANCA 5 MINUTES AGO!" he shouted while running. Y/n laughed and ran in her white laced heels (Yes i said you ran in heels cos you're just that girl init ;D)

~Time skip~

"Oh my goodness! miss L/n, don't you look gorgeous in those sparkles?" Miss Thornhill complimented. Y/n smiled at her teacher and slipped a quick thank you when entering the hall. Ajax and Y/n stopped and scanned the room to find their friends.

"Y/N!" Bianca exclaimed. "There you are, after taking your damn time...you look so pretty though agh!" Bianca threw her arms around her best friend. Y/n let go of her boyfriends arm and hugged the siren girl back.

"Hey Bianca, do you know where Xavier is?" Ajax asked. The two girls broke apart.

"Oh yeah, he's sitting near the drinks. Zoning out into space. But he had to be staring at Addams of course!" Bianca threw her arms up in annoyance. Y/n chuckles and gave a quick peck on the lips to Ajax as he walked towards the drink station, hoping to find his best friend.

Right now an up beat song was playing, so Y/n knew that was enough time for both her and Ajax spend time with their friends separately and end the night with them two dancing to the slow song.

"Come on N/n, lets dance!" Bianca pulled her best friend by the arm and dragged her to the dancefloor. It took the girls two seconds to realise that a sensual song was on. They both looked at each other and squealed. Y/n shifted her hips towards the front of Bianca and the two best friends danced sexually while their dates stared at them from afar.

Ajax's POV

"Are you sure she isn't bi or something?" Xavier asked.

I chuckled at my best friends statement and shook my head.

"Nah man, she just fruity like that." Xavier laughed and looked back at our girls dancing away. "Anyways Im gonna go get a drink, you want anything?" i got up and finally looked at him. He looked like he was uncomfortable and got up in front of me, covering my view towards the dancefloor.

"Dude, don't get mad." Xavier sighed putting his hands in front of me as defence.

"What man?" i smiled and looked over his shoulder and saw some normie grabbing onto.... MY GIRL!?

Third persons POV

Ajax pushed Xavier out of the way and he trailed behind the angry gorgon walking up towards the scene.

"Let go of me, now!" Y/n shouted over the loud music playing in the background. Somehow no one noticed wat was happening. Everyone was pretty much lost in their own world dancing away and Bianca had disappeared moments before the scene to get some fresh air.

"Oh come on cutie, you ain't gonna give me the same lap dance you was giving your friend a few moments ago?" The normie chuckled and tightened his grip. Ajax came in front of Y/n and the normie, which made him lose his grip on the girl. "Okay woah there lover boy, i was just asking the pretty girl her name i swear." The strange boy chuckled, while putting his arms in defence.

Ajax ignored him and turned around with a softened expression, to face the uncomfortable H/c haired girl.

"Baby, are you hurt?" He whispered loud enough so only she could hear. He lifted up the recently grabbed wrist and kissed it gently as Y/n shook her head.

"Babe, Im fine, let's just go." Y/n tried to reassure her boyfriend and tugged his hand to leave. Ajax smiled at his precious diamond and turned to the amused normie.

"Anything you wanna say to her?" It came out as more of a demand than a question. The boy nodded.

"Nice ass by the way." he smirked. That was the last straw, Ajax punched the boy right in the face. That's when Xavier decided to interfere and break the two apart before someone got hurt. Well, he didn't care about the normie, he deserved it. But, he couldn't bare to see his best friend get into a fight. Also, some stares where starting to build up from the crowd

Y/n dragged her boyfriend out of the hall as he yelled one last thing.

"Oh yeah! don't EVER try to touch my girl!" Ajax smirked in victory.

Y/n and Ajax finally got into a hallway, far away from the Rave'N. Y/n smirked as she leaned against the wall and her boyfriend rubbing both of her arms in affection.

"Your girl, hm?"

Ajax laughed and grabbed his girlfriends waist and pulled her in.

"You're all mine you know," He pressed a long kiss against her lips as her leg hooked his waist, pulling him in closer and breaks the kiss. "My responsibility. My future wifey." he gave an affectionate kiss to Y/n's forehead and pressed his one against hers.

Y/n blushed and sighed in pure awe.

"I love you, Mr Petropolis"

"I love you more, Mrs Petropolis"

#ajax petropolus #xavier thorpe #x reader #ajax petropolis x reader #wednesday #fanfic #ajax x y/n #one shot

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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harrington takes a shot - steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: steve is the most nervous for your date, and you’re in desperate need of a distraction.

warnings: mentions of shitty parents, steve harrington is a Sweet Boy™️, p-in-v (BUT THERE’S A CONDOM WHO AM I), mentions of horror movies, that’s about it I think???

a/n:ok I cranked this out in like an hour, unedited, mistakes are my own, but enjoy some sweet little steve!!!

🍂kay’s autumn adventures🍂

Steve is nervous.

It’s a new feeling. He shouldn’t be nervous. He’s been on loads of dates, asked out half the female population of Hawkins according to Robin, but this is a new feeling. The butterflies are semi-familiar — he hasn’t felt those since Nancy — but the nervousness, the sweep of anxiety that zips through him whenever he sees you, that’s new.

“It means you like her, dingus,” Robin is quick to tell him, rolling her eyes while she fixes her makeup in the passenger seat of his car. “You wouldn’t be so worried if you didn’t care.”

He can’t argue with that logic. “Huh. Well, in all fairness, this is partially your fault, you know.”

“What?” Robin squeaks, jumping on the defence. “How on earth is this my fault?”

“You’re the one who neglected to tell me that your cousin was not only drop-dead gorgeous, but also the coolest girl I’ve ever met in my life.”

She just starts laughing. “She’s my cousin, Harrington, you’ll have to forgive me for not drooling over. This isn’t Kentucky.”

“Right, but that doesn’t stop you from telling me, your desperately lonely best friend and closest confidante, about any eligible ladies you may have stashed away.”

“If you say the words eligible ladies to me ever again, I’m disowning you.”

“Sorry.”

He drops Robin off at Vickie’s, kills a few hours with Henderson before his shift at Family Video. He’s still nervous, too much energy stuck in his body, toes tapping and knees bouncing for all eight hours. Three o’clock on the dot, the phone rings, and Steve breezes out his usual thank you for calling Family Video, what film are you after? before nearly choking on his breath when he hears your voice on the other end of the receiver.

“Hey Steve, it’s me,” you say, and he can practically hear the way you’re chewing your lip. You’d done it the first time you’d met, and the entire five minutes it took him to get the question out and ask you to hang out with him, even after spending a full day talking to you. It was endearing as hell. “Just checking if we’re still on for tonight?”

“What? Me? Oh, yes, oh my god, yes, of course we are,” he sputters, and smacks himself in the forehead. “Shit. Yes, is what I meant to say. Yes, we are still on. Pick you up at seven?”

“Seven’s perfect,” you reply, and he can’t stop himself from jolting with happiness. Then the bell above the door announces a customer and he nearly groans aloud. Is his shift over yet?

“Great. I gotta go. People need movies and whatever. See you at seven!”

He slams the phone down a little too forcefully, realizing after a beat that he didn’t wait long enough for you to reply, your farewell lost to the dial tone, and groans audibly this time, turning the heads of the group of tweens browsing the romantic comedies.

By some stroke of luck, the rest of his shift goes shockingly quick, and before he knows it, Keith is showing up to take over for the night. Grabbing his own stack of rentals, Steve’s out the door in a flash, vest balled up and tossed in the backseat, engine revved and a hand pushed through his hair before he peels out of the lot.

You just moved to Hawkins — why your family would want to leave New York for Indiana he doesn’t know, but he’s quietly happy that you did — and you live on the other side of town, a few streets over from Robin. He’s surprised to see you sitting out front, bundled in your jean jacket and perched on the porch. You get up when he rolls to a stop at the curb, jogging down the steps and the path that leads to the house. As you approach, he doesn’t miss the way you swipe at your cheeks.

“Hey, everything okay?” he asks as you yank the door open, flinching slightly as it slams shut.

“Fine!” you say, your voice artificially bright. “Can we go?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” he replies, and starts to pull away, seeing the front door of your house open just as he hits the gas. “You sure you’re okay?”

There’s a long pause, a hiccup that makes his chest hurt, and a quiet: “No.”

“Parents?” he asks, not wanting to pry to much. He glances over and sees your nod, and offers his right hand, reaching over the gearshift towards you. “I know the feeling.”

Your fingers thread through his, knuckles thinner than his own, slotting nicely against his palm. It’s satisfying in the best way, and he squeezes your hand.

“I got a bunch of movies from work,” he tells you, “and I ordered a pizza on my way out that should be there shortly after we do. We can eat and hang out and you can forget all about it for a while, yeah?”

You pull his arm into your lap, wrapping your own around it like a vine, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Thank you.”

He kills the engine as he pulls into the driveway, and you make to get out, but he stops you, sprinting around the car to open your door. You give him a watery laugh as he offers you a hand, pulling you out of the seat and closing the door behind you.

Twenty minutes later, the pizza has been delivered, the first movie is playing, and you’re curled up on the couch. You wasted no time slipping yourself beneath Steve’s arm, snuggled close to him, and he’s trying very hard to ignore the butterflies rioting in his stomach. You’re just so pretty. He hasn’t asked anything more about the state of you when he picked you up, but it’s a familiar scene to Steve.

Robin had let it slip that part of the reason for your move from New York to Hawkins was because your dad had lost his job, so they had sold the house you’d grown up in and downsized to Indiana. She’d also mentioned that it had put a…strain on your parents’ relationship. It was a song that Steve knew all too well.

He was surprised at your movie pick. He’d grabbed a variety from work, and you’d frowned when you saw most of the options were slashers or horror, admitting they weren’t your favourite genre. “Tis the season,” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flared red. “I can find something else, if you want, or we could go back to the store and—”

“This one,” you’d declared, and pointed to Friday the 13th.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Now, forty minutes into the movie, he can see why you said slashers weren’t your favourite. You’re terrified, it’s easy to see, and Steve’s cursing himself internally. Why didn’t he just ask you what you wanted to rent?

But…if he’s being honest, it has it’s perks.

You’re practically in his lap, for one, knees dragged up to your chest, your torso turned against his, hand curled in the front of his t-shirt like it’s a lifeline. He’s got one arm around you, his hand tucked against your ribs, nose buried in your hair, and goddamn you smell amazing.

And the noises. The shrieks and screams coming from the tv have drowned them out some, but it’s definitely not enough to distract him completely. You let out tiny squeaks and whines, at one point flat out moaning and hiding your face in his chest.

“How are you not scared of this?” you ask him at one point, and he doesn’t have the heart to tell you that he’s much too distracted by you with your noises and your perfect scent and you’re just so pretty.

“We can turn it off,” he says by way of answer, swallowing hard, trying to will away the twitching in his jeans, “if you want.”

“Or you could distract me,” are the next words out of your mouth, and there’s no stopping the twitch now. It’s not a twitch so much as a full on rush of blood.

“Oh.”

“Is that a no?” you ask sweetly, turning your face up to his, and Steve’s jaw nearly drops.

He reaches up, takes your face in his hand, chin resting between his thumb and index finger, the rest of his digits spanning your jaw. Your warm breath fans his face and his eyes skirt over yours as he leans in, slowly, slowly, slowly.

You surge forward at the last second, capturing his lips with yours, a tiny noise falling out of you as it happens. Steve nearly jumps, instantly caught up in the taste of your mouth, the way your lips are so fucking soft, the way your hand fists his shirt tighter.

He’s so hard he feels lightheaded, and it only gets worse when you adjust yourself, swinging a leg over his hips and settling into his lap. If you can feel it nudge against your thigh, you don’t say anything, busying yourself with your hands in his hair while his find homes on your hips.

“You’ve got really great hair,” you mumble into his mouth, pushing your knuckles through his strands. It feels so good, and he nearly tips his head back, but refuses to stop kissing you. He’s drunk, he’s addicted, he’s hooked, and he can’t stop. You grind your hips into his and your mouth drops open, his name breathed back into his lungs. “Shit, Steve…Steve?”

“Tell me,” he says, his voice dropping low, gravelly even to his own ears.

“Take me upstairs?” you ask, kissing him slowly, hands tugging light on his hair. “Please?”

He doesn’t say a word as he leads you up his room. The movie is turned off, the front door locked, and he threads his fingers through yours, tugging you behind him as he ascends the stairs. You’re chewing your lip the whole way, only stopping when he stops at the top of the staircase, pausing to pull you close and kiss you harder than he had on the couch. “Are you sure?” he asks, something in those brown eyes making your heart ache. “We don’t have to, is all I mean. I want to, don’t get me wrong, but I only want to if you want to, y’know? I just mean—”

You quiet him with another kiss. “I want to, Steve. I really do.”

The little half-smile he gives you makes your heart pick up in your chest, and he leads you down the darkened hallway.

His room is what you expect it to be, posters on the walls and the bed unmade, laundry spilling out of the basket and a stack of books on the desk. The thick scent of his cologne permeates the room, and you inhale deeply, grabbing him by the front of his t-shirt as he closes the door, leaning up on your toes to kiss him once more.

He’s careful as he lays you out on the bed, careful as he pulls your clothes off. It’s gentle and slow, kisses littered everywhere his mouth can reach. And all the while, he’s watching you, eyes raking over every inch of your body.

“Fucking pretty.”

Once you’re fully nude on the mattress, he pushes your legs apart gently, mouths his way from your knee to the dip where your thigh meets your hip. He blows a cool breath over your core that has your back arching, sheets twisting in your grip, and when his tongue touches you, you sing his name like a prayer, diving a hand back into his stupidly soft hair.

It’s not long before you’re pulling at him, hauling him up and over you, flicking the button on his jeans and pushing them down his hips. He pauses for a moment, fishing a condom out of the nightstand, and you take a moment, returning the favour, eyes travelling the length of his body.

He makes an almost strangled noise when he pushes inside you, lashes fluttering against his cheeks as your nails rake his back. You hold him close, closer than you’ve held someone in a long time, your body reacting to his, desperate for more. “Pretty,” he breathes out as he starts to move, face tucked against your collar, hot breath fanning your chest. “So fucking pretty. Feel so fucking good.”

Neither of you last long. Pleasure comes to you high and tight, shooting down your spine when he pushes a leg towards your chest, nearly bending you in half, driving against every nerve inside you. He falls quickly after you do, breath stuttered in your ear, your name drawn out in the best way.

You lie there a long time after, after he’s cleaned himself up, after you’ve snuck off to pee. You lie on your stomach, Steve on his back, his pillow bunched beneath your head. He drags his knuckles up and down your spine, eyes glued to the movement of his hand. It’s soothing, aimless patterns that make your eyes threaten to droop.

“Thank you,” you murmur, your words the first in a while, Steve’s face angling to look at you. “For not asking earlier. When I was…” You sigh, your shoulders moving with the force of it, and Steve flips onto his side, changing hands, his whole palm now skimming up and down your back. “Parents suck sometimes.”

“I know the feeling,” he says, echoing his earlier words, his eyes big and honest. “Happy to distract you, whenever you need.”

You stare at him for a long moment. “You’re not what I expected, Steve Harrington.”

He quick a brow, cheeks flushing. “Is that a good thing?”

“It is,” you nod. “I want to know more.”

“About?”

“You.”

He grins, and leans over to kiss you lightly, palm settling into the small of your back. “I want to know more about you too.”

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boston-babies · 1 year

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Misunderstandings pt5

a/n: okay so I’m splitting this up into two parts, don’t hate me😂

You didn’t quite realize just how exhausted you were from the past few days until you laid across your bed. You stared out the window for the longest time. Watching the gentle breeze blow through the trees and listening to birds flying by, singing their beautiful song. That’s when the first memory hit. The first time Chris called you his pretty bird..

You were about a month into dating. It was Chris’ idea to take a stroll down one of the nature trails. Spring was setting in and you loved seeing life come back into the trees and listening to the birds sing sweet songs. He was holding your hand, gently guiding you along while you stared in wonder. He loved seeing you like this. Relaxed, without a single care in the world and a gentle smile on your face. Your free spirit out on display for the world.

He stopped when he felt you stop. He followed your line of sight to see what caught your attention. A blue jay sitting on a tree branch. You looked at Chris and shrugged with a smile “just wanted to see the pretty bird” He nodded and returned the smile. After a long moment you realized he wasn’t even staring at the bird, he was staring at you “what?” He shrugged “just wanted to look at my pretty bird” you felt your heart soar.

Shaking your head out of the memory, you wiped away a stray tear. You missed those days. Those very simple and uncomplicated days, when he wasn’t famous and he could just be Chris and you could just be you.

The last twenty five years together had been a complete whirlwind. Meeting, getting married and then having a baby. Only for the three of you to move out to LA so Chris could really focus on his career. Then two years later, he finally started to get some decent roles on tv only for you to get pregnant again with twins this time. Chris finally getting his break with two movies which allowed you, him and the boys some breathing room only for you to get pregnant again with Danica.

You shook your head at the craziness of it all. You do however remember the day he was cast as Johnny Storm and him skyrocketing after that. You were so proud of him but what you loved most was, it never mattered how long he was filming for or how exhausted he was, when he came home at night, he made sure to make time for the kids.

You stared at the ceiling, would you have changed anything at all over the last twenty five years? Did you have any regrets? You could hear your heart saying no. You didn’t regret or wouldn’t change a thing but your heart also wouldn’t let you ignore the ache it felt.

Your eyes however, did start to feel heavy. You allowed them to close and drifted off to a quiet sleep. That’s when you dreamt of yet another date you had with Chris..

Summer was in full swing now. You and Chris were in your third month of dating and he surprised you with a trip to Coney Island because you had always wanted to go. You laughed, went on rides, played games-well Chris played while you watched as he won you a giant stuffed bear. You shared cotton candy and poked fun at each other for your tongues turning blue from the sugary treat.

The sun was setting as you both walked along the pier, eventually stopping to take everything in, you both leaning against the metal railing to look out to the ocean. You stayed in a comfortable silence until Chris looked over at you “so I’ve been thinking about what you told me, about everything with your ex and all the awful things he did to you” your eyes widened “uh oh, don’t tell me I scared you off” he laughed “no, you could never” he reached over to hold your hand “I do want to tell you something though” you smiled “oh yeah? What’s that?”

He took a breath “look I know I’m not perfect, I’m a guy and I’m bound to act like an idiot at some point. I can’t promise that I’ll never hurt you because I’m human and I will fuck up but I can promise that I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to fix it” your eyes watered “that’s refreshingly honest” you let out a small laugh and looked back up at him “okay, I’ll hold you to that Evans”.

You woke up with a start and sat up. You rubbed your face and looked at the clock. It was almost time to get ready for the tree lighting. You walked around the room, fixing your hair, freshening up your face and changing your clothes. You glanced down at your left hand, staring at the sparkly set on your ring finger. You sat back down on the edge of the bed and just stared at the rings.

Could you really bring yourself to walk away from the last twenty five years? Or would you stay and fix everything with the man who was the absolute love of your life? You thought for a moment longer and finally reached a decision that both your head and heart could agree on.

You stood as Ryan knocked on the door “you ready mama?” You nodded “yeah sweetie. I am”. You’d decided you’d talk to Chris about your decision after this tree lighting.

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emilou-keen-gear · 1 year

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One beak yawned and then a second followed. It was past the witching hour when even things that went bump in the night were starting to nod off. The night was waning toward the early hours of the morning but still hours away until the sun would come out. Most of the citizens of Duckburg were nestled snug in their beds, and only those who worked the night shift were up and about. Oh, and two dedicated scientists who had been working on their newest pet project for their employee, Scrooge McDuck. Time wasn’t of the essence, but they had hit their stride around one AM and they weren’t back down until one of them collapsed.

But their determination still wasn’t beyond the temptation of the body.

“Intern, I’m going out for an espresso,” Gyro called, his face the usual grumpy-slash-sardonic expression.

Fenton rubbed his eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get it for you?” Fenton asked. He was used to being Gyro’s errand-boy, so he was curious as to why his boss and advisor decided to fore-go his exclusive uses of a none-paid intern. Plus, sometimes Gyro bought Fenton coffee as well.

“No. My doctor says that I need ‘fresh air’ and ‘exercise’,” Gyro said with a laborious eye-roll. “Apparently walking to and from my car doesn’t constitute this.”

“Okay. Could you get me one, too?” Fenton asked. The coffee maker that Mr. McDuck kept in the employee’s lounge a few floors up always had the consistency of mud and tasted very similar no matter how often the filter was cleaned or how expensive of beans were used. And it would be a miracle if Mr. McDuck ever deigned to replace it.

“What do I look like? A money tree?” Gyro asked, stepping onto the elevator. “Lil Bulb is in charge.” The elevator doors closed on him with a cheerful ding.

Fenton sighed. It had been a nice try. It would have been nice to have a good cup of coffee once in a while, but until his internship was over, he was making squat. He relied on his mother for room, board and all the necessities, so he never asked for spending cash. And on top of that, his student loans were looming over his head. Luckily the bank was willing to hold off on any payments since employment with McDuck Industries would be an exceptional place to live.

Lil Bulb clambered onto Fenton’s desk, flashing red while his filament bent down in an angry look. The device pointed its little “hand” at its “face” then at Fenton, then back at itself. A clear indication of I’m watching you.

Fenton ignored the little invention. He had better things to do other than be bossed around by an artificial intelligent. For now, he was trying to figure out why oil kept leaking from the engine that he was working on. The engine was to be used on a new type of submarine that Scrooge McDuck wanted, but there still were a few problems that needed to be fixed.

Just as Fenton decided the whole engine needed to be taken apart—again—and he began removing a nut, the wrench in his hands slipped and he fell on top of the engine.

“Ah, nuts,” he grumbled as he felt the slick, wetness spread on his shirt.

When he pushed himself off the machine, he saw the large blot across his shirt, soaking into his feathers. He knew that working in a lab could be dirty business, and normally he would wear a lab coat, but he had forgotten to put one on in his haste when he clocked in. And this wasn’t the first time. This was his fourth work shirt to get oil on it this week, and he was running out. Not to mention, oil was really hard to get out—as his mother kept telling him—so he might have to buy some more soon.

Sitting down next to the engine, Fenton tilted his head back and rested his eyes a little, trying to ignore the grease that was in his feathers, between his fingers and who knows where else on his body. He remembered he had rubbed his eyes earlier when he was beginning to feel tired. Did he have two black marks around his eyes?

Perhaps it was time for him to quit for the day—er—night. At least it was Friday, which meant he could sleep all day tomorrow. Well, not all day. He would have to help Mama around the house, but between Saturday and Sunday, he could catch up on his rest and on the household chores.

Getting up, Fenton went to the sink that was located on the far side of the large, clear windows that looked out into the ocean. The very basement of the McDuck Lighthouse had been repurposed into a lab several years ago—as Fenton was told—and before that it had been a type of aquatic life observatory for one of Scrooge McDuck’s nephews. It had been one of Duckburg’s major tourist attractions where people could pay to tromp up hundreds of steps to go to the very top of the lighthouse and even hear the foghorn blow.

Then they would go all the way down into the basement where they could see the ocean, a coral bed and dozens of fish. Fethery—Mr. McDuck’s nephew—had taken great care of the coral reef that grew around the light house and kept track of dozens of animals. There were even aquatic tubes that were built into the lighthouse basement that led to holding tanks somewhere else in the lab. Someone could even put on diving equipment and go through the tubes right into the ocean. Fethery used these tubes to bring in sick or injured animals into the aquatic observatory where he could treat them before releasing them again.

Fenton remembered coming to the lighthouse for a school trip once, remembered the excitement in Fethery’s voice and how he spoke to the children about taking care of the oceans, conservation and eliminating pollution. It had been very fascinating.

But Fenton always wondered what had happened to Fethery. A few years ago, the aquatic observation had been closed down without any explanation, and it was only when Fenton was hired as an intern to work with Gyro that he found out that the space was now utilized as a lab.

As Fenton cleaned his hands—and his face, because he really did have greasy circles around his eyes—he thought about Fethery, the lab, and what had happened a few years ago. He had never dared as Mr. McDuck—he barely said more than a few words with the elderly duck in his time as intern—and Gyro never said anything if Fenton broached the subject. His best theory was that Mr. McDuck had a falling out with his nephew and that was the end of it.

His eyes wandered out to the ocean, although only the lights in the lab penetrated the darkness. He wondered if there was more to the story. He remembered reading an article in a newspaper about this very thing, that Scrooge McDuck’s nephew, Fethery Duck, had gone missing yet nobody reported anything about it to the police. The reporter claimed that nobody had seen Fethery since the closing of the lighthouse, and there were no records of him leaving Duckburg or any other activity of where Fethery Duck could be. Later, the newspaper printed a retraction and as far as Fenton could see, the reporter who wrote the article never worked for the paper again.

As much as Fenton’s imagination could come up with a dozen different scenarios as to what happened to Fethery Duck, he couldn’t believe any of them. Mr. McDuck might be unapproachable and stand-offish, but Fenton couldn’t believe that he would harm an innocent person, let alone his family.

With his thoughts floating through the subject of Fethery, he hadn’t realized how long he had been standing at the sink with his eyes looking through the window unfocused. It wasn’t until the hot water turned extremely hot that he was brought back to reality.

And he came face to face with a beautiful woman.

He was caught unguarded, blinking a few times as she stared back at him, her mouth open a little. Then a few bubbles poured out of her beak, racing through the water.

Water?! She was in the ocean.

Fenton stumbled back, his mind coming to the conclusion that there was a person drowning just outside the lighthouse. The lab wasn’t the only underwater level in the building, and they were over thirty feet below sea level. If she had sunk this far, could he get to her in time before she drowned.

Just as he was startled by her appearance, her face jumped in surprise as well. Her body twisted and pointed downward, her motion followed by a long, scaly tail that whipped out a few times, then she was gone.

Fenton fell flat on his butt, just as stunned as if he had been kicked by a horse in the stomach. What did he just see? Did he just see a creature that was half-woman, half-fish? A mermaid?

Want to read more? Keep track of my daily progress on AO3.

#ducktales 2017 #mermaids #fenton crackshell cabrera #au #fanfiction #charity loveatte

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soundcrusher · 2 years

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Shoot Shoot Bang Bang

Part 11 of season 2 from my ongoing story set in the sentient SG/LL au fro @cuppajj is out.

Oh boy, it feels like I will most likely start a season three, before I even manage to get close to the ending. There are still some highjinks planned after all. Also, I don't know why, but I think it would feel better to put the end in its own season. Even if it's going to be only a few parts.

Well, we will see how it goes.

Trigger Warning: none

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It was a quiet evening.

Phoenix was in recharge, there was no-one following them, at least, not as far as he could tell, and Dominus seemed to have decided not to growl at him for once. Rodimus truly did feel at peace, while he cleaned his rifle, but there laid the problem. It was too quiet, and when the quietness comes, the prime starts to think.

He noticed this the first few nights after their escape. Whenever Phoenix wasn’t awake, Rodimus would find himself thinking about the things he’s done. It only got worse after Pharma made him his new body. His mind and spark might remember what he had done, who he had killed and harmed, but these servos, they haven’t done anything. This frame, it was, in a way, innocent, while his spark wasn’t. It left Rodimus with a weird sense of confusion.

A confusion that weighed heavy on his spark.

“You hate me, don’t you?” Asked Rodimus after setting down his rifle. Fixing Dominus with a look that not even the Lost Light would know how to decipher. “You hate me, and I don’t blame you. I was part of those who made you like this, and at that time, I didn’t think twice. I didn’t care about who you were, for me, you were just another defector. One who had knowledge about our operations and could become a danger to our… no… to Optimus’ cause.” Rodimus could see how Dominus’ ears twitched, but other than that, the turbofox did not look in his direction. And frankly, he didn’t blame him. Being reminded of the time your old ‘friends’ stripped you of your being and forced you to spend the rest of your life in your alt-mode must have been painful.

At least, Rodimus imagines it to be painful. He has seen enough deserters being locked into their alt-mode and being placed into the streets of Cybertron as a warning. Some, those that were big enough or valuable enough, were even used as vehicles. Something even Rodimus found disgusting. You already stripped that mech or femme of their choice of transforming, why furter humiliate them by using their bodies?

“So, I find it strange that you stayed with us. If it’s because of Phoenix, you should already know that I won't do anything to him. I doubt his spark could take anymore pain. And, honestly, I do not wish to harm him any further. The war is over, and I have already ruined enough lives. At least, my past servos have done enough harm, and I don’t want to spill any more Energon with my new ones. Not when I can help it…” Sighed the prime, as he felt the confusion slowly grow the more he felt the stare of the turbofox on his frame.

When did Dominus start observing him? Why was he looking at him like this? Phoenix once mentioned, before he had the confirmation that this was Dominus Ambus, that their turbofox had intelligent optics. That he sometimes felt like he could understand his every word. That it felt like he knew what he was feeling. So, maybe, Optimus failed to erase what he tried to desperately get rid off.

This thought caused Rodimus to let out a chuckle that soon enough turned into a laugh. “Serves that fragger right, doesn’t it?” Asked the prime no-one in particular. Well, maybe he was asking Dominus, but he doubted the turbofox would answer him. Not when it always seemed like he would only react when Phoenix interacted with him. “Optimus always tried to work against losing his power, but in the end, he lost it all. He couldn’t save what he so desperately tried to keep. Isn’t that funny? And you are a perfect example.”

Rodimus sighed, after his small fit of laughter. “A perfect example of how foolish we Autobots were… Of how much we ruined everything… I won’t say that I’m sorry though.” Said the prime, as he locked optics with Dominus. “I am not sorry for what I did during the war, I know who I am, who I was and who I want to be now. And saying sorry would only be an insult towards what we put you through. So, all I can offer is a truce. A truce between us, for however long we will work together. Because, I have not earned any right to apologize to you, and I doubt that I will ever do so. So… would you be willing to make a truce?” Asked Rodimus, as he knelt down in front of Dominus. One servo raised for a shake, even though he didn’t expect Dominus to place his paw into his waiting servo.

So, it came as a surprise for him when the turbofox did it.

“I… see…” Muttered the prime, before shaking Dominus’ paw. “I thank you… for accepting the only thing I could give you.”

After the truce was sealed by the prime and turbofox, Rodimus helped Dominus up into the bunk bed, telling him to keep an optic on Phoenix, while he went out to hunt his newest assignment. “Don’t look at me like that. One of us has to earn Shanix… and… it might make you happy that my target is someone who could help with your… situation. Or, at least they have a lead to someone who could.” Rodimus could see how Dominus was considering the new information, before he nodded his head. Which the prime took as the ‘go-ahead’.

So, Rodimus got his poncho and hat, putting them on, before getting his rifle. Slinging it over his shoulder and giving Dominus a small wave of the servo as a ‘goodbye’ while leaving the ship. Locking it behind himself to make sure no-one could enter it while he was gone.

And even if someone tried to get in there, he doubted that Dominus wouldn’t take care of them.

But even as the morning broke over the horizon, the prime still did not return from his assignment. And as Phoenix woke up from recharge and only saw Dominus laying in Rodimus’ spot, the youngling felt a fear take hold of his park and wrench it in every possible direction. Where was his brother? Where was Rodimus? Did he go out alone again? Did he leave him behind? No, his brother wouldn’t do that. He was sure of that. So, maybe he was just outside getting some things? It wouldn’t be the first time Rodimus did that.

With that in mind, Phoenix got down from the bunk bed, before helping down Dominus, and started his morning routine. Which included checking if the ship was fine, before getting a cube of Energon for him and Dominus and sitting down in the dinette. Reading a data-pad while refueling. Then and there, we would look over at the turbofox and tell him interesting things he has read. After that, Phoenix cleaned out the cubes and placed them back in the cub-board, before getting out his study material. Or, well, the study material he collected on the Lost Light. He still wanted to become a medic after all, so, he still had to be prepared for when he would take the entrance exam for the medical school.

“I still want to be a medic.” Told the youngling Dominus, as the turbofox looked at the data-pads strewn across the dinette table. Most of them were about medical information, but some had information about patients on them. Phoenix probably didn’t know that he shouldn’t be allowed to read them, at least that’s what Dominus thought, as he watched Phoenix compare one patient file with the information of one of the data-pads. “But… I doubt that I will be able to become one now. I mean, the entrance exams are surely over now and I don’t think that they would let me into the school either way… Maybe I’ll just become a baker like mother. I mean, I’m good already and the customers at mama’s bakery didn’t mind buying things from me.” Said Phoenix with a small chuckle, but Dominus could see that the youngspark was upset at the thought of not following his dreams. So, the turbofox simply nudged a medical data-pad towards Phoenix and waited for his young friend to pick it up. And when Phoenix did, his whole face lit up, as he started to tell Dominus about the information on it.

That’s how most of their morning went. With Phoenix reading a data-pad, before telling Dominus the information. But even that grew boring after a while, and with Phoenix growing restless in the ship, both of them decided to go outside. Or better said, Phoenix decided to leave the ship and Dominus followed the youngling to make sure nothing would happen to him. And after finding a nice place underneath a tree, but still close enough to the ship Phoenix decided to play a little bit on his guitar. Making sure the instrument was tuned, before softly picking the strings. Playing a soft melody that carried over the small cybertronian equivalent of a trailer park they used as their current parking spot. Which caught the interest of some inhabitants.

And that’s how Phoenix found himself surrounded by some cybertronians who heard the music and were interested as to where it came from. At first, they were just interested in him picking the strings, but then one of them, Phoenix believes it was the one named Misfire, asked if he could also strum and sing. And with Phoenix being someone who was, well, Phoenix, he started strumming an easy song while singing. Performing for the small group of cybertronians, before asking if they would want some Chrome-Alloy Pie or Oil Cake with K-juice. To which the whole crew said yes. And that’s why Phoenix was currently making sure his new friends, the Scavengers, as they introduced themselves, each had a piece of pie or cake and a drink, before he went back to strumming and picking his guitar. Having a nice conversation with the weird group of mechs while Dominu was watching the surroundings. Keeping an optic out for any kind of danger.

“So… you’re a group of cybertronians who try to help out other cybertronians all across the universe? Isn’t that a lot of work?” Asked Phoenix, after listening to Krok explain what they were doing and how they ended up here. “I mean, it sounds like a lot of work and… well… Wait. Weren’t you the guys who accidentally crashed their ships on a planet without knowing how to get it out again?”

“We crashed a few times, you would have to be more precise if you want to talk about our greatest crashes.” Said Misfire, as he took a bite from his pie. Asking Phoenix if he could pack him some extras for later, to which the youngling only nodded and said that he could also have some leftover robo-chicken soup. To which the Scavenger did not say no. “But…” started the marksman of the group, “those few times were only four instances and were mostly caused by others. Right Spinister?” Spinister only shrugged his shoulders, while continuing eating his share of the cake and pie.

“It did give us enough time to play ‘Shoot Shoot Bang Bang’ though.” Said Fulcrum in between bites, which got Phoenix to ask what that was and Crankcase to explain that the game was mostly an exercise to train their shooting abilities. Although, it mostly ended with them roughhousing until there was only one mech left standing. “So… is only your crew allowed to play it, or…” Asked Phoenix shyly, as he looked at each of the Scavengers.

“Kid, do you wanna play with us?” Asked Misfire, which led to the Scavengers taking Phoenix a little bit away from his ship and showing him the ropes on how to play ‘Shoot Shoot Bang Bang’, after finishing their food and drinks. And even if the youngling wasn’t good at the start, the small crew was patient enough to wait for him to figure out how to shoot in a straight line, before they started the first round. All the while Dominus was watching from the side lines. Unnerving some of the Scavengers and giving Phoenix some good opportunities to shoot them, but the kid still ended up losing all the games. It wasn’t until Dominus joined in, that Phoenix managed to score one win. Which was celebrated by Phoenix cooking dinner for the Scavengers. Packing the leftovers, and robo-chicken soup, into some boxes and handing them over, before waving goodbye to the crew. Telling them that they should do this again, should they meet again.

Then, it was back to waiting for Rodimus. And just before Phoenix was about to head up the bunk-bed, he heard the door of the ship open and saw Rodimus enter. The prime wasn’t even able to put his rifle down, before he was being crushed by a hug from Phoenix. With the youngling quickly grabbing his brother’s servos and pulling him over to the dinette. Pushing him down to sit at the table before getting dinner and a cube of Energon, placing it in front of the prime and sitting down on the opposite side of the table.

And then, Phoenix started telling Rodimus about the day he had. Starting with the slight panic he felt when he wasn’t there, then about his studies, until he was talking about the nice crew he met. Which caused Rodimus to choke on his Energon, as Phoenix told him about how he played a game called ‘Shoot Shoot Bang Bang’.

“You… you didn’t shoot anyone, did you?” Asked the prime in between bites, which earned him resounding laughter from Phoenix, right before the youngling explained that it was just a game and that he won the last round! With the help of Dominus. “Of course…” Muttered Rodimus, as his shoulders sagged in relief. Considering the night and day he had, with his assignment turning out to be one slippery fragger, finding out that Phoenix shot someone would have probably caused his spark to stop then and there. But seeing the smile on his brother's face as he told him about his new friends caused Rodimus to forget his worries for a while.

At least Phoenix had fun today. And that’s all that matters, even if Rodimus will have to make sure a crew of Decepticons won’t tell anyone where they are.

After dinner, of course.

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inspacewithmira · 2 years

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I lied. My brain won’t let me sleep unless I get this out there.

I have two works bottom 👏 Mack 👏

I’m basic and I like the confident and mean exterior but when you knock him down a peg he’s basically putty in your hands. He needs to be put in his place what more can I say?

Mans would let you absolutely ruin him and you cannot convince me otherwise

That’s all!! <33

[Distorted like it’s through one of those speakers at Drive-Throughs]

You want a side of praise kink with that??

Submissive Mack is EVERYTHING. Thank you for this, Bestie.

At a glance? Mack seems to be the most dominant personality on the ship. He’s commanding, straightforward, and his skill earns the respect of his crewmates.

…and then you come into the equation and all that charm and that calm demeanor go out the window.

There’s always.. something. The faint blush on his cheeks when you praise him for a job well done, the way he always seems to subtly lean in when you touch him. (Shoulder pats, hugs, head pats)

..the fact that it always seems to be him and you pulling late nights.

For Mack, It’s all about power dynamics. You’re his Captain, he’ll do anything for you. Even just a glance and an eyebrow raise from you is enough for him to trail off from whatever rant he was on about But when things get physical? He melts.

It was an accident the first time it happened. A minor emergency, only the Captain and head engineer had to be woken up.

It was a simple fix- Everything seemed fine… Mack was reaching to close the blast shields again, but deep down you knew that wasn’t right.

You grabbed him by the wrist. “Don’t.”

He completely froze- just kind of.. stared at you until the problem was resolved? It took you a second to even get his attention again.

“Mack??” “Oh- um- yes, Captain?” “I asked if you were alright.” “..Yes, Captain- fine, Captain.”

It’s always “Yes, Captain” and “No, Captain” from him- at a glance it seems.. formal? But really it’s him leaning into that power dynamic.

“Thank you, Mack” “You’re Welcome, Captain.”

“Can you grab that for me, Mack?” “Yes, Captain.”

“Good boy, Mack.” “Thank you, Captain”

This man’s favorite thing is to kneel for you. 100%. It’s a simple act of submission that’s just the slightest bit humiliating- and that’s exactly his speed.

Kneeling to give you oral? 100%- it’s his favorite thing! He gets to kneel and gets praised?? And he gets his hair pulled???

You cannot tell me this man doesn’t want his hair pulled and pet all the time. It just makes him melt

Sometimes he’ll just kneel next to you in your big comfy captain’s chair (because there totally is one) and rest his head on your thigh. Letting you pet his hair while he relaxes.

And just like that he’s gone from smug to brainless and pliant in a matter of minutes

He’ll do anything for you when he’s like this. Tell him what you want and all you get is a soft “Oh- yes, Captain” before he obeys without question

Your pleasure always comes before his, he won’t accept anything else- he could happily spend hours pleasing you without orgasm, and he’d probably thank you for it

Giving oral is probably his favorite thing, but let’s be real he’d let you do anything you wanted to him.

Hot take: his favorite way to get off (if he’s been a good boy) is probably a hand job from you. He likes you being able to talk to him, softly praising him, telling him how good he’s been for you.

He likes how you can set the pace however you want, teasing him as long as you see fit

Specifically? He loves when you hold him while getting him off- holding him in you lap, or just embracing him?? Especially since he’s so pliant once you’re done with him?? It’s perfect. He loves being able to just lean back against you and accept his reward.

He’s been such a good boy, hasn’t he, Captain?

#🪐#I have made him. soft.#Not Safe For Space #not safe for space mack

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kraekat29 · 2 years

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Chapter One

The plane finally landed and I stumbled my way off, nearly falling over if my brother hadn't been there to catch me, I groaned inside my head as I looked behind him and saw the old Volkswagen bus.

I put on my best fake smile and looked up at him, " c'mon we have a lot of catching up to do " he said and grabbed my suitcase before I had a chance to pick it up. I looked back, desperately wanting to get on the plane and go back home.

It's funny, I used to spend two weeks here every summer until I turned fourteen, then I made dad and John B come to Phoenix instead. I sighed and sat in the passenger seat, watching as the rain fell onto the windshield, almost as if the sky was crying my tears.

John B put my things in the back before getting into the driver's seat and driving off, " your hairs grown out since the last time I saw you" he said, obviously trying to make small talk, " I've cut it since the last time I saw you" I mumbled and looked out the window.

The rest of the ride was silent until we pulled up at the Chateau, I got out and slung my bag over my shoulder, looking over the place, it looked exactly the way I remembered it.

I went inside and followed the path to my old room, it was still the same way I left it, only there was new bedding, " uh some ladies at the store suggested purple - you like purple right?" John B said and I nodded, " yeah um purples cool" I said and he gave a quick nod before walking out, one of the best things about John B is that he doesn't hover, if this was my mom she'd be in here asking questions. With a sigh I set my bag down and faced the fact that this was home now.

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I came out of the shower and put on a t-shirt and shorts, noticing it was still raining outside, I crawled underneath the covers and began to cry, why was life so unfair? I pulled the blanket over my head and cried the whole night.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I awoke the next morning and got ready for school, it was the middle of the semester, great. I sauntered into the kitchen and noticed John B had no food, with a groan I made a mental note to stop at the store after school, this place also needed some serious cleaning done.

I heard a loud rumble from outside and went out onto the porch, seeing John B talk to a boy around our age, " Rubes! You remember Rafe right?" John B asked and for the first time I actually smiled, " yeah! We used to make mud pies together right?" I asked and Rafe nodded, " yep you knew my two sisters too" he said and I gasped, " Sarah and Wheezie!" I said and he laughed.

John B cleared his throat and motioned to the truck next to him, it was a blue and white square body Chevy, it was beautiful, " what do you think of your new ride?" John B asked and I stared at him, " wait this? Oh my God shut up! This is perfect!" I said and admired the truck, " Rafe fixed it up and gave it to me real cheap, consider it a homecoming present " he said and I grinned before getting in the truck.

Rafe got in next to me and I looked over at him, " do you wanna ride to school tomorrow?" I asked and he sighed, " I can't, I go to the Kook Academy " he said and I nodded, " oh um that's too bad, it would've been nice to know one person " I said and started the truck.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

And so here I was, Kildare High, I didn't know anyone here and I was honestly kinda glad, it meant I could get in and get out. But of course teenage boys always needed a shiny new toy.

I put up with it for the day and I was pleased to find out that Sarah actually went to school here and she introduced me to her friend, Sage Medici.

Before I knew it, it was time for lunch and I followed Sarah and Sage to their table, I looked around, scanning the area until a group of people came in, " who are they?" I asked and Sage looked over, " Oh those are Dr. Heyward's foster kids, they just just moved down here two years ago from Alaska.. That little dark haired girl is Kiara Carrera and the guy next to her is Pope Heyward.. And behind them is Cleo - it's kinda weird though because Pope and Kiara are dating " Sage said and pointed each one out, " Sae they aren't actually related" Sarah pointed out, " yeah but its weird!" Sage said but all thought left my mind as soon as he came in, " w-whos he? " I asked and Sage looked up,

" JJ Maybank - totally gorgeous of course but apparently nobody here is good enough for him so.." She said but I tuned her out, completely awe struck of the boy walking past me, " like don't waste your time" Sage said and I snapped out of it, " I wasn't planning on it" I said and couldn't help but look behind me only to see him looking right at me.

After the bell rung I made my way to Biology, looking down at my slip that I had to have my teacher signed, I looked up as I entered the room and paused, JJ was here, but as soon as I walked by the fan he stiffened and covered his mouth, making me frown in confusion as I gave my note to the teacher and took my seat next to him.

JJ looked at me in complete disgust and my frown deepened as I grabbed a strand of my hair, all I smelled was my coconut shampoo - maybe he didn't like it? I made a curtain with my hair, blocking him from view as I focused on the lesson, I could feel him staring at me the entire time until suddenly right before the bell rang he slammed his hands on the desk before standing up and leaving the classroom leaving me confused.

#jj maybank #outer banks #obx fic #jj maybank smut #ruby routledge #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward

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artedimichelangelo · 2 years

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Morning! I have a FinnxAmericanReader request if you’d be willing to do it! Reader is a university student from US (but not New York) and is dating Finn but hasn’t met his family yet, then for some reason she has to go back to the US for 3 months so after she leaves he’s kinda bummed. His brothers notice and ask why and Bonnie says it’s cuz his American girlfriend left. But his brothers don’t believe she exists so they make fun of him for it, until she comes back early to surprise him❤️❤

The Sun and his Moon - Finn Shelby x American! Fem! Reader

Author's Note: Thanks for the request! I feel like this is the longest I've ever written so far, but I enjoyed every single bit of it.

I decided to add a story that I found a few days ago on the internet, I'll link it, so you can read the original story of the Moon and the Sun.

As always, thank you all for the love and support, I really do appreciate it.

OH, one more thing: the long part in italics is a flashback.

Story of The Sun and The Moon.

Pairings: Finn Shelby x American! Fem! Reader.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language; possible grammatical errors; fluff; cuss words.

Word Count: 3250.

It was a quiet Saturday morning.

The rays of the summer sun caressed the sweet face of a girl, her head resting on the chest of the youngest of the Shelby brothers.

If someone had asked Finn what his favourite moment in the world was, he was sure he would have answered when he opened his eyes on a new day, knowing he was greeted by the sight of his girlfriend in his arms.

The slight tickle of the boy's fingertips along her back was enough to wake her up, but it didn't bother her. It was one of her favourite things.

When she looked up, their eyes locked, and just like the first time they met, Finn felt butterflies in his stomach.

"'Morning." He whispered in the raspy voice of someone who had just woken up.

"Good morning to you." Y/N reached out a hand towards his face to touch his freckled cheek. "Sleep well?"

"Yes, I always sleep well when you're around."

"Oh, you're so cheesy."

"It's true, though. It's like I don't have to worry about anything when I'm in your company."

"And that's one of the things I really appreciate about you." She replied, stretching before trying to get out of Finn's grasp. "Um, I should go get ready, Finn, and unless you want to come with me, you have to let me go."

You have to let me go. That sentence sent shivers down his spine. He hated those words, but he knew this day would come sooner or later.

With a sad and downcast look, he let his girlfriend go to get ready.

"Do you really have to go?"

"Yes, if I want to become a good nurse, I have to study and do well on those tests. It won't take long."

"How long do I have to wait for you to come back?"

To that question, Y/N didn't know what to answer. Or rather, she didn't know how to answer because she didn't want to make him feel bad.

Y/N had come to Birmingham from Washington D.C. to spend some time with relatives who would help her with her studies.

During this time, she met Finn, they fell in love with each other and got into a relationship, and he had already met her relatives and obtained their permission to stay at their house at night.

What stopped them from spending more time together was her return to America to finish her studies. Studies which, according to her, would have taken a long time.

"How long, Y/N?"

"Three months..." She sighed, knowing she certainly couldn't hide the truth.

To the young Shelby boy, three months were equivalent to an eternity.

"Fuck." Finn huffed, putting his hands through his tousled hair, gaze fixed on the ceiling so the girl wouldn't see the pain of his answer and his eyes glazed over with tears.

Y/N crawled back onto the bed, the sleeves of her white shirt fluttering in the light morning breeze as she reached out to wrap her lover in a warm embrace.

"I know, I know," she murmured into the loose red curls not yet fixed by the gel. "But if you think that after these months you'll have me all to yourself, time will pass so quickly that you won't notice, yes?"

"Mm-hmm." He managed to reply, his head resting on the soft chest of the girl who was comforting him.

Finn hoped that this precise moment would never come to an end, but he knew better than that.

At the port, the two lovers hugged once more under the eyes of the others passengers.

The smell of salt in the air did not improve the melancholic atmosphere created before Y/N's departure. It seemed as if he was immortalising them in a sad poem.

"I will come back to you, Finn. No matter what happens in the future, I will always come back to you." She reassured him. "And when I come back, we will do whatever you wish, even looking into each other's eyes for hours without speaking is fine." She laughed against his lips before kissing them.

"I love you."

That was the first time he said those three words, and it definitely wouldn't be the last.

"I love you too… in fact, I love you as much as the Sun loves the Moon."

Finn smiled, understanding the reference to the story Y/N so loved to tell him before bed whenever he asked for it.

"Tell me the story of how the Sun loved the Moon so much that he died every night just to let her breathe." Insisted young Shelby, like a merry schoolboy.

"Once, when Earth was a simple place and mankind was still in close contact with nature and the various deities, the Sun shone brighter than anything else. People were grateful and rejoiced whenever the Sun shone. It brought them joy and was even the source of their warmth."

"However, he felt sad as he was all alone in the vast skies. He looked at the people dancing in its radiance and wondered if he was simply destined for a life of solitude. That was the price to pay for being the brightest, he thought."

Y/N decided to stop after noticing that Finn had closed his eyes, but he motioned for her to continue, so she did.

"Then there was the Moon. When the Sun grew tired and began to fade, the silvery ball rose into the sky, flanked by millions of stars. Her glow was a sad kind of beauty, which went unnoticed as the people slept."

"The stars watched her with woefulness, hoping that one day they could get close enough so she wouldn't feel so empty. But they couldn't. The Moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights.

Until one day, when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow, and a faithful whisper trumped an arrogant shout any day.

So just as the stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurtling down a mountain. How he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk."

"But the Moon was untouchable. Incurable. Unfreeable."

" 'Go,' she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning, 'Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow on the night. We will never be together. Our connection would go against what all people believe. But know that I too love you.'" During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change her mind. It was no use.

"'Don't you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.' Those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun before she vanished again in the sky."

At the end of the story, Y/N looked down and smiled at who she considered being her Sun.

With the memory of the story of the two lovers in the sky, Finn kissed the young woman again, eyes closed too tightly to see a familiar figure approaching them.

"My friend, what an effort I have made to reach ya." The dark-haired boy had gone all red from running and could do nothing but bend down to catch his breath. "Your brothers have been asking about you for hours before they sent me to Liverpool on business with my father, they threatened me to find you and tell ya to go to The Garrison. They are furious because they are convinced ya’ve got into more trouble."

"Fucking pain in the arse..." Finn cursed under his breath. "Alright, I'll go now. Bonnie, make sure she gets on that ship, yeah?"

"Sure."

"Y/N..."

"Go ahead, duty calls, but expect an avalanche of letters when I get home."

The young Shelby gave her one last peck on the forehead before rushing off, and as he got into the car, he cast an apologetic glance from behind the front door of the vehicle.

"Let's go before it leaves without ya." Bonnie grabbed Y/N's luggage and helped her carry it on board before leaving her too to get back to business.

"Finn, may I ask where the fuck you spend all your time when you're not here? Because if you disappear without a word, one might even think you're dead, huh?" Tommy sounded more than a little annoyed, as he didn't like being oblivious to the whereabouts of his family members.

"Yeah, brother, we don't want you hanging around with your little cap and blades, what if one day you accidentally cut your cock off?"

"Arthur, don't be a jerk… Finn, we're just saying this for you, not because we want to piss you off." Aunt Polly clasped a hand around the shoulder of the youngest of the Shelby brothers, who had been silent the whole time.

"If you've gone to whores say so, we won't get mad, as long as you don't tell me you've fallen in love with one of them because then it would be a load of rubbish." Thomas continued before taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"I was minding my own business, now leave me alone. I have things to do with Isaiah." And with that, Finn grabbed his jacket and motioned for his friend to follow him, leaving everyone speechless.

"That boy had the balls to ignore every question you people had... I'm so proud of him."

"Shut up, John." Tommy and Polly said in unison and then walked out, leaving him alone with his older brother.

"Good morning Finn!" Ada exclaimed, leaping into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, but all she got from the other was a grunted reply.

"Don't mind him, he's been doing this for weeks, he'll be a fucking amoeba before long."

Polly continued to watch her nephew suspiciously. It was strange that he had started to behave like this, as Finn was always the most active and energetic one in the family, no matter what time of day it was.

Just then, Isaiah and Bonnie burst through the kitchen door, followed by the other Shelby siblings.

"Good morning princess, how are we?" Bonnie greeted Finn with a firm pat on the back.

"So boys, can you tell me why he's sulking and barely speaking?" Aunt Polly asked in curiosity.

"Must be because he misses his sweetheart."

At Isaiah's reply, all the movement that was going on in the kitchen ceased and everyone turned to the three boys, gaze mainly focused on young Shelby.

"Do you have a girlfriend? And how come we've never seen her?"

"Must be one of the boy's many fantasies."

"We actually," Finn's friends interjected, but they were not listened to by the older boys, who began peppering him with questions and jokes.

"Didn't I tell you not to fall in love with a common whore?" Tommy recalled, his head shaking in disappointment at how naive his brother was.

However, that was the straw that broke the camel's back.

In a gesture of anger, Finn slammed his hands down on the wooden table, not caring that it would cause an intense redness in his palms.

"She's not a whore! In fact, she's more than a respectable girl! She wants to be a nurse because it is her dream to save lives, especially of those returning from wars and conflicts," The red-haired boy then turned to his older brothers. "And you three, more than anyone else, should understand what that means, especially you, Tommy."

The tension in that small room could have been cut with a butter knife. If it hadn't been for Michael's entrance inside the house, the atmosphere would have heated up even more.

"Letters have arrived..." Young Gray murmured. "Am I interrupting something?"

"No, Michael, and thank you for these." Finn took the letters his girlfriend had sent him out of his hand and walked out of the house with his friends, leaving the rest of the family in sombre silence.

"My guess is, it's a sexual fantasy of his."

"Shut the fuck up, Arthur." They all yelled at the oldest Shelby.

On a late Wednesday afternoon, at the Peaky Blinders' betting shop, amidst the chaos and confusion over the new races, the phone inside Michael Gray's office began to ring incessantly.

"Yes, I'm coming, Jesus!" Complained the young man working in the room, clearing his throat before answering the call. "You've reached Michael Gray from the Peaky Blinders betting shop. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

"Hello Michael, this is Y/N, Finn's girlfriend." Spoke a shy voice on the other end of the call.

The young man swallowed, not expecting a call from her, especially his office phone and not the Shelby home phone.

"How did you get this number?"

"Finn gave it to me in case of an emergency, told me I could trust you."

"Oh, I see... anyway, you can trust me completely."

"Perfect, because I'd really like to surprise your cousin, and I could use your help." There was audible excitement in Y/N's voice at the thought of surprising Finn and finally being able to see him again. "Would you be willing to help me?"

Michael briefly mulled over the girl's words, trying to calculate if it would be possible to carry out a plan behind everyone's back and trying to avoid prying eyes.

"Alright, tell me how we should proceed."

"'kay, Finn, get your ass out of the chair and come with me." Michael interrupted the intimate moment between his cousin and the glass of Irish whiskey in his hands, hoping the alcohol hadn't completely clouded his mind.

"What do you want, eh?"

"I have a surprise for you, she's waiting and you know how women get when they're impatient."

"I told you I don't want to go with any whore. I have a girl I love and I promised I would wait for her return." Despite his words, Finn followed Micheal anyway, swinging between people and then arriving before the door to The Garrison's private room.

"You go in and be polite. If you don't like the girl, call me, yes?"

Finn nodded several times before being pushed by strong hands into the room, which was lit by a single dim candle.

A strange grip on the young boy's heart made him recover from the several glasses of whiskey.

Not only that but there was a comforting and familiar smell of roses and vanilla that gave him butterflies in his stomach, as it did when he was in her presence.

In the shadows of the room, however, Finn still hadn't been able to quite decipher the face of the girl sitting behind the table.

"I don't want to waste your time, I'm not interested." He sighed, letting himself fall back into the leather armchair.

Y/N got up from her seat and joined the boy. A sweet smile on her lips after seeing him up close after so long.

"Not even if it was your Moon, finally back to you?"

With eyes as wide as an owl's in the night, Finn's gaze landed on her face, kissed by the white aura of the candle, and with a jump, he threw himself at her, wrapping her in a warm embrace.

"Fucking hell, is that really you?" Young Shelby had to touch his girlfriend's cheeks and arms to see if she was really there with him. "What are you doing here so early? It hasn't been three months..."

"I managed to finish my studies early and asked Michael to help me arrange a little surprise for you. Did you like it?"

"I fucking loved it! Who wouldn't enjoy getting a nice surprise like you?" Finn laughed, resting his head in the crook of Eva's neck, her delicate skin finally under the touch of his lips. "I've missed you like crazy! I've been a huge burden on my family during this time... but now you're here, and I have you all to myself." He winked at her and lifted her off the ground, spinning in a pirouette between happiness and laughter.

"What's all the racket, Finn? You're making more noise than bells on a Sunday morning!" Shouted Arthur throwing open the doors of the private room, expecting to find his younger brother in the company of an easy woman, behind him, Thomas and John, almost shocked by the scene before their eyes.

The girl in question was anything but easy. She was very respectable and was dressed in one of the most elegant outfits ever made on the chaotic streets of Washington D.C., all to surprise Finn and present herself in the best possible light to his family.

"So it wasn't a fantasy."

"And why didn't you tell us this before?"

"I tried, but when have you ever let me talk?"

"So my grandson was all nervous and grumpy because he couldn't spend time with this beautiful young lady... Where are your manners, Finn, not introducing us to her?" Aunt Polly asked, intrigued by the new figure before her.

"This is Y/N Y/L/N. She has just returned to Birmingham from America after a period of study."

"Yes, yes, I remember, you mentioned that to us." Tommy squared the girl up and down, trying to see if she was intimidated, but everything shone through her sweet gaze except fear towards him. "So you're American?"

"That's right, but some of my family members live here, especially those who work in the medical field and helped me with my studies."

"Hmm... do you have a gun? Do you have contacts with American mobsters?"

Polly gave her nephew a slap on the wrist, making him immediately apologise to the girl, who did nothing but giggle in amusement.

"No, I'm not armed, nor do I belong to any gang. Yes, I'm aware of the activities of the Peaky Blinders, and, again, no, I don't have a problem with that, in fact... I could come in handy as a nurse, couldn't I, Finn?"

The young Shelby nodded, moving his gaze from Thomas to Y/N to see if such an arrangement was possible.

"Sure, why not."

An odd silence descended on the room, everyone exchanging glances and looks to figure out what to do.

"I think the two of us will go for a ride. See you in the morning for the family reunion." Said Finn after not long.

"Alright, feel free to join in, Y/N, it would be a pleasure to have you." Suggested Tommy without looking at the two lovers, too intent on arranging his cigarettes in the nicely decorated metal box.

"I won't miss it." And so she walked out, followed by her boyfriend, a much quieter and lighter atmosphere around them as they left the pub.

"We're like the Sun and Moon in the story you read before bedtime, only, unlike them, we can now see each other all the time and spend time together."

Finn whispered into Y/N's hair before leaving a gentle kiss on her earlobe, an arm around her waist to pull her closer to him during a leisurely stroll through the streets of Small Heath.

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