#so it goes table -> she trips -> breaks her leg -> moves in w the wheelchair -> starts using crutches and asking for the

[mwagneto]

was his boyfriend being there in the bg of this significant or is it just like a cool detail... i hope it's the latter that's so fun. small world

[redroomreflections]

With The Roses - Her Best Secret 2

1950s Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha and R are having an affair. - they get to spend a night together

Note: I wrote this after watching Mother's Instinct with Anne Hathway and Jessica Chastain. I needed to make it gay. I don't know what this is truly but it's here.

Warnings: Smut and fluff and angst - there's a bit of panic =)

w/c: 7k

The sun was high, and the air was humid as you walked down the street toward your neighbor's house. Claire was having a girl's day with your mother, and Sam and Steve were away on one of their fishing trips. The house felt too big and quiet, so your feet naturally led you to Natasha’s. The sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks. There she was, Natasha Romanoff, tending to her rose garden in the front yard, utterly absorbed in her work. She was sporting a crisp white blouse tucked into her black slacks. A sun visor perched on her head as she leaned down to inspect a blooming rose. She snipped away at the stems with small pruning shears.

You didn't call out to her immediately, enjoying the rare moment of seeing her so at peace. Her hair was tied back into a neat bun, with a few loose strands sticking to the nape of her neck with sweat. She hummed softly, a tune you couldn't quite place, as she moved to the next bush.

"Staring's rude, you know," She finally said, without even turning around.

"Well, I'm just enjoying the view," You said without thinking. Natasha smirked, though you couldn't see her face. "The roses are beautiful."

Natasha straightened up, turning to face you with an amused expression. Her cheeks were flushed, likely from the heat, and a faint sheen of sweat was on her brow. Even in the humid air, she looked as effortlessly composed as ever.

“They are,” she agreed, arching an eyebrow. “Though I have a feeling that’s not all you were looking at.”

You felt your face heat up, and you tried to play it off with a laugh. “Guilty as charged. But really, the roses are stunning.”

She smirked, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight. “Nice save.”

You stepped closer, leaning slightly against her yard's white picket fence. “You’ve got quite the green thumb, huh? I don’t know how you keep them alive in this heat.”

Natasha shrugged, slipping off her gloves and tossing them into her wicker basket. “Patience. A little care goes a long way.” Her gaze flicked over to you. “Kind of like friendships.”

You tilted your head, smiling softly. “Is that your subtle way of telling me I don’t visit enough?”

She chuckled, pulling the sun visor off her head and running a hand over her hair. “Maybe. But you’re here now, and I’ll take what I can get.”

“Well, I was feeling lonely,” you admitted, looking down at your feet for a moment before glancing back up at her. “Claire’s with my mother today. They've gone down to do a little shopping and to get tea."

Natasha’s expression softened. She gestured toward her house with a nod of her head. “Come on inside. I just made some lemonade. The perfect excuse to take a break from this heat.”

She turned and headed toward the front porch. You followed behind her, admiring the way her slacks hugged her shapely legs and backside. Your mind drifted to the first time you had seen her in her pants. You had been unable to stop your eyes from trailing over her body, her curves barely contained by her tight clothes. Natasha was a modern woman. She was everything you wished you could be. Not too long ago, you couldn't tell whether you wanted to be with her or be her.

In the kitchen, Natasha handed you a glass of lemonade, the ice clinking as it settled. You murmured a quiet “thanks” before taking a sip. The tartness was perfectly balanced with sweetness, and it helped you cool down. Natasha leaned against the counter, her gaze casually following yours as you scanned the room.

It was quiet there too. Your attention snagged on the stack of books on the table. The covers were worn, and the spines creased from countless reads. Titles like East of Eden by John Steinbeck, Peyton Place by Grace Metalious, and The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger caught your eye.

“You read a lot,” you said, gesturing toward the books as you set your glass on a coaster.

Natasha followed your gaze and smiled. “Guilty as charged. It’s how I unwind.”

You picked up East of Eden, running your fingers over the aged cover. “These are good choices. Heavy, but good.”

“I like a story that makes me think,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “But I also like a little drama. Something juicy enough to make me forget about the world for a while.”

“Peyton Place fits that bill,” you quipped, flipping through its pages.

Natasha chuckled, her voice warm and rich. “It does. Small-town secrets and scandal? What’s not to love?”

You glanced up, catching her watching you with a soft smile. Her red hair was coming loose from the bun, a few strands framing her face. Her tight white blouse clung to her form, and you could not resist letting your gaze linger for a moment longer than it should.

Natasha noticed—of course, she saw—but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she walked over, brushing past you to pick up another book from the pile. Her perfume lingered, a mix of roses and something earthy, grounding.

“You should borrow one,” she offered, holding the book out to you. “Unless you’re more of a magazine person.”

You smirked, taking the book from her hands. “I think I can handle a real novel, thank you very much.”

Natasha held up her hands in surrender, chuckling. "Alright, I’ll behave."

You glanced at the book she’d handed you, The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. Your fingers traced the embossed title on the cover, appreciating the texture of the paper.

"What a striking title," you murmured. "You do have an eye for fine books, Nat."

She smiled, her green eyes sparkling. "It’s a favorite of mine. You’d enjoy it, I think."

"How’s little Claire-bear?" Natasha asked, shifting the conversation with ease.

"She’s quite the spitfire," you replied, unable to hold back a smile. "Though she’s been picking up words, I’d rather she didn’t. I told her I’d wash her mouth with soap if she tried them again."

Natasha chuckled, her laugh as soft as the breeze. "Children do have a way of testing boundaries. I imagine Sam isn’t much help with discipline."

You rolled your eyes, though your tone was fond. "He’s utterly hopeless. She’s got him wrapped around her little finger. ‘Daddy’s Little Girl’ and all that."

"Well," Natasha said, raising a brow, "it sounds like you’ve your hands full."

You hesitated, tracing the condensation on your lemonade glass. "I’ve been glancing at the classifieds lately," you admitted your voice a touch hesitant.

Natasha leaned forward slightly. "Oh? Are you considering a position somewhere?"

"Yes, though Sam doesn’t see the point. He keeps saying we’re managing fine, but it’s not about the money. I just... I feel as though I need something of my own."

Natasha frowned, her lips pressing together briefly. "And what’s his argument, exactly?"

You sighed. "It’s still the 1950s, Nat. No matter how modern things are becoming, people expect women to keep the house running while their husbands provide. It’s not as though I don’t understand it—it’s just..."

"It’s just not what you want," Natasha finished for you gently.

You nodded, the tension easing slightly under her understanding gaze.

"You deserve more," Natasha said firmly. "If there’s one thing I know, it’s that a woman who follows her heart is never truly out of step with the times."

You chuckled, her words both comforting and inspiring. "Thanks, Nat. You always know what to say."

"Anytime," she replied with a warm smile. "If Sam needs a nudge in the right direction, just say the word."

"Do I seem ungrateful?" You questioned. "Sam provides well; he is good to me, and I have everything a woman could ask for."

"Except the right to choose for yourself," Natasha remarked.

"Yes," you sighed. "I can't explain it, but something is missing. Like a piece of myself that I've yet to find."

Natasha hummed, her eyes scanning over your features. You held her gaze for a moment before shifting the conversation.

"You know," you began, tilting your head, "you never talk about you and Steve."

Natasha’s brows lifted slightly, caught off guard by your remark. She recovered quickly, though, leaning back in her chair with a shrug. "There’s not much to say."

"Nat," you said pointedly, giving her a look. "That’s not true, and you know it. You’re always checking in on me, listening to my endless rants, offering advice, but you never let me return the favor."

Natasha’s lips curved into a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I don’t mean to keep things from you. It’s just complicated."

"That’s not an excuse," you countered gently. "You’re my friend, Nat. I care about you, just like you care about me. Why not let me in for once?"

She hesitated, her fingers brushing against the rim of her glass. "Steve’s a good man," she said finally, her voice measured. "But sometimes... sometimes I wonder if being with me is best for him."

You frowned, your heart aching at the vulnerability in her tone. "Why would you think that? Anyone would be lucky to have you."

Natasha let out a soft laugh, though it was filled with bitterness. "I’m not exactly the ideal woman, am I? I’ve got too many rough edges and too much baggage. Steve deserves someone uncomplicated, someone who fits neatly into his world. Someone feminine. I'm not a homemaker. I can't cook but a few dishes. The roses are the only thing I can keep alive."

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words. Natasha shifted, the weight of the conversation settling between you both. She looked down at her glass, her fingers tapping lightly against the rim. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something but quickly closed again, unsure of how to continue.

"He's lucky to have you as a wife," you said, trying to break the tension. "You're smart, witty, and a great listener. You've got the sharpest tongue and a killer sense of style. Steve couldn't have asked for a better match."

"It's not the same," she insisted, her eyes meeting yours. "He doesn't need someone like me. He needs a woman to run a household and keep his parents happy. Someone who doesn't enjoy sex with women."

You blinked, startled by the last bit. Natasha was staring at you, her expression guarded. You felt the sudden urge to reach out and reassure her, but you didn't know how.

"I'm not sure what you mean," you said carefully. "Are you saying that you and Steve don't—"

"No," Natasha interrupted. "I'm not saying that. But our sex life is... complicated. I enjoy sex with him, but I also enjoy sex with other women. It's not something he can understand."

Your cheeks flushed as her words sunk in. The air seemed to crackle between you both, charged with tension. Natasha was still watching you, waiting for your reaction. You didn't know what to say. You'd never given much thought to other women before her.

"The postman is here," Natasha said, suddenly standing and heading to the window. It was her way of pulling away from the conversation. She tended to do that a lot. "Let's see if we've gotten anything interesting today."

She didn't wait for your reply before stepping outside, the screen door shutting behind her. You watched her walk down the front steps, her posture perfectly poised. She spoke to the postman briefly before heading back toward the house, a stack of envelopes in hand. You stood, clearing your throat as she came inside.

"Let's see," Natasha murmured, sorting through the mail. "Bills, bills, more bills... oh, and this must be the latest copy of Vogue."

She pulled out a magazine, its cover featuring a stunning model wearing an elegant evening gown. You glanced at the cover, admiring the sleek design.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who loves fashion," you teased, giving her a knowing smile. She stacked the mail on the foyer table.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to look good," Natasha said, a faint smile curving her lips.

You hesitated, the words spilling from your lips. "Do you want to go out?"

Natasha raised a brow, surprised by your suggestion. "Like a date?"

"Yeah," you said, shrugging. "We could get a bite to eat or go dancing."

"Oh, honey," Natasha said with a soft chuckle, leaning against the table's edge as she folded her arms. "You know it can’t be a date."

"I know," you said quickly, feeling a slight flush creep up your cheeks. "I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought..." You trailed off, fumbling for the words. "Well, I just thought maybe we could spend some time together. But if it’s too much, forget I said anything."

Natasha’s smile softened, her green eyes warm. "Now, don’t go putting words in my mouth," she said lightly. "I didn’t say no. I just think stepping out together might turn a few heads. Folks around here love a bit of gossip."

"True enough," you said with a small laugh, nodding in agreement. "The neighborhood grapevine’s quicker than a telephone line."

"Exactly," Natasha said, her tone playful but with a hint of caution. She paused for a moment, tilting her head thoughtfully. "But who says we can’t make a night of it here? I’ve got a good bottle of wine in the kitchen and more records than I can count. No need for all the hullabaloo."

You raised a brow, your lips curving into a smile. "So, you’d rather keep me hidden in your house than be seen with me in public?"

Natasha smirked, grabbing the stack of mail and heading toward the kitchen. "Something like that. Besides, I think you’d enjoy the songs I’ve been spinning lately."

"Oh, now I’m curious," you teased, following her. "What kind of tunes are we talking about?"

"Only the best," Natasha replied, glancing over her shoulder with a twinkle in her eye. "But you’ll have to stick around to find out."

"Fair enough," you said, feeling a warmth spread through you. Spending a quiet evening with Natasha, just the two of you, felt more inviting than any night out.

********

Hours later, you found yourself back at Natasha’s house, taking note of the sun setting as your cue. You’d taken your time getting ready, selecting an outfit that was comfortable and flattering. It wasn’t overly fussy—Natasha would never expect that—but you wanted to look your best for her.

You’d even dabbed on your favorite shade of lipstick, which always made you feel more confident. And for good measure, you pinned your hair up, remembering how Natasha once mentioned how much she liked the style on you. Her words had stayed with you, playing on repeat in the quieter corners of your mind.

As you climbed the steps to her porch, the soft glow of light spilling through the windows made the house feel welcoming, almost magical in the dusk. You smoothed your skirt one last time and knocked, your heart picking up a rhythm that felt both ridiculous and exhilarating.

When the door opened, Natasha stood in a simple yet elegant outfit—a soft sweater and slacks that looked effortlessly chic. She gave you a once-over, her lips curving into a small, approving smile.

"You clean up nice," she said, stepping aside to let you in.

"You don’t look so bad yourself," you quipped, though your tone betrayed how much you meant it.

The house smelled faintly of roses, and the faint crackle of a record player filled the air with a familiar melody. Natasha led you into the living room, where a small table had been set with two glasses and the bottle of wine she’d mentioned earlier.

"You didn’t have to go to so much trouble," you said, taking it all in.

"It’s not trouble," she replied, her voice warm. "I just figured if we’re staying in, we might as well make it nice."

You couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling a little flutter in your chest. Natasha always had a way of making the simplest moments feel extraordinary.

"Here," she said, holding up the bottle. "I think it's best to start with a toast."

She poured the wine, and you each took a glass, clinking them together before taking a sip. The wine was smooth and rich, warming your throat as you swallowed.

"Good choice," you murmured, admiring the deep red color.

"Only the best," she repeated, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"So," you said, glancing around the room. "What song did you have in mind?"

"Ah," Natasha said, nodding. "Let me put on the record, and you'll see."

She crossed the room, and as the music began to play, your eyes widened.

"Oh, I love this one," you exclaimed. "Billie Holiday is a gem!"

Natasha smiled, the look in her eyes softening as the music filled the room. "She's a favorite of mine. This particular song always reminds me of a dear friend. A girl, actually. We used to dance together when we were younger."

Her voice was full of affection, and you imagined a young Natasha swept up in the arms of a girl, their bodies pressed close as they moved together to the music. You swallowed, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy in your belly.

"Did she mean a lot to you?" You asked, trying to keep your tone casual.

Natasha laughed, her eyes sparkling. "We had some fun times. Truthfully, she was always a bit too wild for my taste."

"Oh," You nodded.

"Are you jealous?"

"No," you said, shaking your head. "Just surprised.”

Natasha grinned, her lips parting slightly as if she was going to say something, but instead, she walked over and held out her hand.

"Dance with me."

You stared at her, surprised. You didn't know what to say, and your heart was racing.

"Dance with me," Natasha repeated, her voice softer now.

Slowly, you took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours. She drew you close, wrapping her arm around your waist, and you followed her lead. Your bodies swayed to the music, the rhythm guiding you both. You and Natasha had never danced this close before. You'd never had this moment of intimacy with her. All of your meetings before this were guided by hurriedness and practicality. There was always a purpose—a reason—for your time together, whether it was helping with her garden, sharing a quick cup of coffee, or catching up about your families. But this moment was different. There was no rush, no task to complete, no excuse to look away.

The world outside her cozy living room slowly faded, leaving just the two of you. Natasha’s hand rested firmly but tenderly against the small of your back, her touch grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected.

"You’re a natural," she murmured, her breath brushing against your ear.

You let out a soft laugh, a little embarrassed but unable to tear your gaze away from her. "I’m just following your lead."

Her lips twitched into a faint smile that softened her typically sharp features. "You make it look effortless."

You couldn’t tell if she was talking about the dancing or something else entirely, but the weight of her words wrapped around you just the same. The space between you was almost nonexistent now, and you were hyper-aware of every place her body met yours—the press of her breasts against yours, the warmth of her breath, the brush of her thighs against yours. You knew it was wrong to feel this way, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt.

You couldn’t deny how much you wanted her.

As the song ended, you remained close, neither willing to break the spell.

"This is nice," Natasha muttered. "Being here with you like this."

You hummed in agreement, her words sending a shiver down your spine.

"I can't believe you've been here this long and I haven't kissed you," She said.

"Natasha," you whispered.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Kiss me."

She didn't need to be told twice.

Her lips met yours, her kiss tender and firm, and you melted into her. It was unlike any other kiss you'd experienced, and you wanted more. You parted your lips, deepening the kiss, and she responded in kind, her tongue meeting yours in a slow, languid rhythm.

You were lost in the sensation, the taste of her, the scent of her perfume, the softness of her skin. You couldn't think straight. Your whole body was buzzing with desire, and the only thing you could focus on was her.

"You always taste so sweet,"

"Mmm, it's just my lipstick," you said with a soft laugh.

"It's more than that," she countered, her fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. "It's you."

Her words made your heart skip a beat, and you could feel yourself getting flushed.

"Nat," You murmured.

"Yes?" She asked, her gaze locking with yours.

"I love being here with you.” 

Her expression shifted, a mix of emotions playing across her face. Surprise, desire, and something else, something softer. Somehow, she figured that’s not what you were going to say. 

"I love being here with you too.” 

And with that, she captured your lips in another searing kiss. You both knew there was no turning back now. You were each other's, and nothing could ever change that.

"We haven’t had dinner," She whispered. "I cooked for you. Um, brisket. It's in the oven."

"It's perfect," you breathed, the two of you stumbling to the couch. "Everything's perfect."

"Well," Natasha said, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I wouldn't go that far."

"Take a compliment," you replied, a playful edge in your voice.

She smiled, leaning in to capture your lips once more. As the kisses grew heated, her hands began exploring your body, her touch igniting a fire within you. You were burning up with need; she was the only thing to quench the flames.

You couldn't resist reaching for her, pulling her close as your kisses became desperate and hungry. The heat between you was undeniable, and you were both lost in the moment.

"Can I touch you here?" Natasha asked as her hand raised to rest along your breast. It was an interesting question, considering she'd touched you in far worse places. You nodded.

She was careful and gentle, as if afraid to scare you away.

"Don't stop," You said, breathless, as she cupped your breast and rolled your nipple between her fingers.

You could feel yourself getting wet, the ache between your legs growing more intense. Natasha was relentless, her touch firm but tender, and you were drowning in the sensations.

"Please, Nat," you begged, not sure what exactly you were asking for, but you needed her more than anything.

"Shhh," She cooed. "Let me take care of you."

She began kissing down your neck, her tongue tracing the line of your collarbone. You gasped, your body responding to her touch as if it was made for her.

"I'm glad you wore a dress tonight," She said, her voice low and husky. "It makes things so much easier."

Before you could respond, she was lifting your skirt, exposing your thighs. She traced a path with her fingers, slowly making her way up. She took note of your lack of stockings and garter.

"Oh, no undergarments?" She teased. "You naughty thing."

Your face was hot as she slid her hand between your legs, her fingers teasing at your entrance. You couldn't hold back a moan, the pleasure too intense.

"Is this okay?" She asked, her touch light and deliberate.

"Yes," You gasped, your hips rocking against her hand.

She bit her lip, watching your facial expressions and chest heaving.

"I want to try something," She bit her lip. "If you're okay with it."

"Anything," You moaned.

She smiled and removed her fingers, placing them in her mouth. You could only stare, transfixed, as she licked them clean.

"You taste even sweeter down here," she said, her tone full of mischief. She dropped to her knees and, without another word, buried her face between your legs.

"Oh," you whimpered, feeling her tongue lick a long stripe over your sex. She hummed against your skin, sending vibrations through you.

"You like that?" She asked, looking up at you with hooded eyes.

"Yes," You breathed, barely able to form the word. Based on your responses, she could tell this was your first experience with a person's mouth there.

She was unrelenting, her tongue finding every spot that made you cry out and then some. The sounds coming from her were positively sinful, and they only added to the pleasure building within you. You were lost in the feeling, unable to do anything but let go and surrender to the waves of ecstasy crashing over you.

Your orgasm hit you hard, and you cried out, gripping the cushions beneath you. Natasha's grip tightened on your thighs as she helped you ride out the aftershocks.

"How was that?" She asked, a self-satisfied grin on her face.

You could only stare at her, completely speechless.

"That good, huh?" She chuckled, licking her lips.

"More," You demanded, your voice hoarse.

Natasha was happy to oblige until a distinct smell came into the air.

"Something's burning," You said, alarmed.

"Shit," Natasha exclaimed, leaping up and running toward the kitchen.

You followed her, quickly taking the pan out of the oven and opening a window.

"Damn it," Natasha cursed, looking down at the charred brisket. "I was so distracted, I forgot about dinner."

"It's alright," You reassured her. "The important thing is that we're together."

She smiled, the expression warming her features. "I couldn't agree more."

"We should eat something," You said.

"I'm not sure there's anything edible left," she joked.

"I can make some sandwiches," you suggested, not wanting the night to end. You looked over at Natasha's face. Her lipstick was smudged, and her hair was a mess. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight.

"What?" Natasha asked, looking at you.

"Nothing," you said, grinning. You reached across you to wipe her mouth. "Was it enjoyable for you to do that? It seemed awfully one-sided."

Natasha blushed. "I enjoyed it."

You gave her a coy look, feeling brave.

"Do you want me to... um... return the favor?"

Natasha swallowed hard, her gaze locked on yours. You could see the desire burning in her eyes. She leaned forward to kiss you, but you hesitated.

"What?"

"Is it proper for us to kiss after?" You asked. "I mean, you did just..."

Natasha grinned, shaking her head. "Nothing about what we did is proper. "

"Then why do we bother doing it?" You asked.

"Because it's fun," Natasha replied, her voice low and seductive. "And because I'm selfish. I want to see how far we can go before the neighbors start to gossip."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, your heart racing at her boldness. You leaned in and kissed her, the taste of you on her lips sending a thrill through you.

"To the bedroom," She said, standing and pulling you with her.

"But what about the sandwiches?"

"Screw the sandwiches," Natasha said, her expression dark with desire. "I want to fuck you."

You felt a flush spread across your cheeks, and a rush of heat flooded your core.

"Then take me," you breathed, wanting her more than anything.

The two of you made your way to her room, an unfamiliar room. You'd never been in her bedroom before. There was no reason to be, considering. She was a very private person. But now, you were both ready to take this relationship to the next level.

Once inside, she wasted no time in pulling you close, her hands exploring your body as she kissed you deeply. You could feel her urgency, her need, and it fueled your own.

"Let me undress you," she murmured, her breath warm against your ear.

"Natasha, let me spoil you," you insisted, wanting to repay the favor. "You deserve."

She didn't protest this time. Instead, she simply nodded, a small smile curving her lips. You stepped back, allowing her to watch as you slowly stripped off your dress.

"Beautiful," she breathed, her gaze lingering on your bare breasts.

You blushed, feeling self-conscious under her scrutiny.

"Don't be shy," she said, her tone soothing. "You're perfect."

You couldn't help but smile at her praise, and you were suddenly filled with renewed confidence.

You stepped toward her, reaching for the hem of her sweater. You lifted it slowly, exposing her smooth skin.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were just as perfect as the rest of her. You couldn't resist running your hands over them, feeling her nipples harden beneath your touch.

"You're amazing," you whispered, kissing her.

She responded eagerly, her lips parting to allow your tongue entrance.

The kiss quickly heated, and you pushed her back toward the bed. You both fell onto the soft sheets, your bodies tangled together.

Natasha was the one to break the kiss, her green eyes dark with lust.

"I want to do what you did to me in the den," You blushed. "I've never done that before. Will you show me how you like it?"

Natasha was more than happy to oblige. She lifted to remove her pants and underwear. Then, she laid back and spread her legs, allowing you to get a good look at her.

She was glistening with arousal, and the sight was almost enough to make you come right then and there.

"Go ahead," she encouraged, her voice low and husky. "Taste me."

You bit your lip, leaning in and pressing against her center. It was a simple kiss, one that garnered a weak expression. She was being patient with you. Her scent was intoxicating. Musky and uniquely her.

"Again," She urged gently. "But, harder."

You did as she said, putting more pressure behind the kiss. You could feel her body tense, her breathing growing heavier.

"More," she pleaded. "Use your tongue."

You obeyed, flicking your tongue against her, causing her to moan softly.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her hips bucking against your mouth.

"Is that okay?" You asked, worried you were doing something wrong.

"More than okay," she assured you, her hand resting on your head. "Just keep going." She directed your head where she wanted it, and you happily complied.

"Yes," she groaned, her grip tightening. "Just like that."

Her sounds were intoxicating, and you found yourself getting more and more turned on by her reactions. Recalling where her tongue had taken you, you decided to try something new.

You puckered your lips and suckled the sensitive bud there, earning a loud moan from Natasha.

"That's it," she gasped, her back arching off the bed. "Keep going."

You continued the motion, alternating between sucking and flicking your tongue. Her taste was addictive, and you couldn't get enough of it.

"I'm close," she warned, her voice strained. "Don't stop."

You picked up the pace, wanting to bring her to the edge. You could feel her body tensing, her breathing becoming ragged. You appreciated the fact that she could tell you how she felt, as this form of sex was not a common practice.

Suddenly, her body went rigid, and a cry tore from her lips. Her release was intense, her muscles clenching and releasing in waves.

You kept going, wanting to draw out her pleasure for as long as possible. She was breathtaking like this, lost in the throes of ecstasy. You'd never seen anything so beautiful.

As her body finally began to relax, you slowed your movements, bringing her down from her high. You rested your head against her thigh and waited for her.

"Come here," she said, her voice shaky.

You crawled up her body, meeting her lips in a deep kiss.

"That was incredible," she murmured, a lazy smile across her face. "Not bad for your first time."

"I had a good teacher," you replied, returning her smile. You slipped under the sheets. 

"And a very willing student," she teased.

You settled into her arms, both of you content and satisfied.

"Sex with you is," You began.

"Incredible?" She smirked.

"It is, but also... it's just so easy," you explained. "Being with you is like breathing."

Natasha didn't speak but drew you closer, kissing gently on your temple.

"I'm learning so much," You continued. "Thank you for letting me explore with you."

Natasha's expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss you, slow and tender.

"You're welcome," she whispered, her voice full of affection."Why do you do that?" She questioned.

"Do what?" You asked, unsure what she was referring to.

"Hide from me," She said, her gaze trailing over your bare skin. "There's no need. Not here."

You swallowed, not knowing how to respond.

"I've had a child," You answered. "My body isn't as..."

"It's perfect," She interrupted. "Just like the rest of you."

She was right, you decided. Why should you hide from her? After all, she had seen you in all your naked glory. It was only fair that you returned the favor.

Slowly, you emerged from beneath the sheets, letting her look her fill.

"Beautiful," she murmured, her eyes filled with desire. "Absolutely beautiful."

"Come here," She instructed, holding out her arms.

You obliged, crawling into her embrace. Her lips met yours, and the kiss quickly grew heated.

You found yourself straddling her, her hands exploring your body, and the ache between your legs intensified. You wanted her, needed her.

"Please," you whispered, desperate for her touch.

"Tell me what you want," she said, her voice low and husky.

"You," you replied, unable to articulate more than that.

"Then you shall have me," she said, rolling the two of you so she was on top.

"How would you like to come this time?" She asked, her hands cupping your breasts.

"Whatever you want," You answered, eager to give yourself to her.

She chuckled, her lips curling into a devilish grin. "Then we're in for a long night."

And with that, she proceeded to show you exactly how many times a woman could orgasm in a single night.

By the end, you were utterly spent, your body exhausted and sated. You lay against the pillows, your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath.

Natasha was curled around you, her body pressed against yours, her head resting on your shoulder.

"I could stay here forever," She said, her voice sleepy.

"Me too," You agreed, your own eyes heavy. "I should probably go home soon."

"What if you didn't?" She suggested, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.

"What do you mean?" You asked, confused.

"What if you stayed here with me?" She elaborated, her words slow and deliberate.

"It's risky," You sighed. "If anyone found out—"

"I know," She interrupted, her tone soft. "But we've been doing a good job keeping this a secret. No one suspects anything. Besides, I can't bear the thought of not having you by my side tonight."

You considered her words, your heart pounding in your chest. It was true; the two of you had been careful. And, you had to admit, spending the night in her arms was tempting.

"Okay," You finally said, making up your mind. "I'll stay."

Natasha's smile lit up her face, and she kissed you, her lips warm and soft.

"Good," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Because I can't get enough of you."

***********

You stood by the armchair, slipping back into your heels quickly. The soft sound of your dress fabric brushing against your legs filled the quiet room. Natasha sat on the edge of the sofa, still in her robe, nursing a cup of coffee that smelled rich and inviting.

"Leaving so soon?" she asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp, observing every movement you made.

You gave her a fleeting smile, smoothing out the creases in your dress. "Claire’s coming home soon. She spent the night with my mother, but you know how she gets—she’s practically attached to my hip.”

"Mm," Natasha hummed, sipping her coffee.

"They’ll be back soon, too," you said, avoiding her gaze as you adjusted your earring. The rush in your movements betrayed the careful calm in your voice.

Natasha set her cup down, leaning forward slightly. "You’re in a hurry," she noted, her voice softer now, almost teasing but edged with something more. "Do you regret our night together?"

You froze for a split second, feeling her words settle uncomfortably in the air. You knew you shouldn’t feel guilty. You hadn’t done anything wrong—or had you? Shaking off the thought, you reached for your purse.

"I just don’t want to raise any questions," you said, your tone light. "It’s nothing."

Natasha’s voice followed you, stopping you in your tracks. "Do you think about it?"

You turned to face her, her words catching you off guard. "Think about what?"

Her green eyes stayed on yours, steady and unflinching. "What it would’ve been like if things were different. If we were different."

You blinked, caught in her gaze, the question hanging in the air. "Natasha," you began, trying to find the words. "I—"

"It's alright," she said, her lips quirking up. "I understand. We have our responsibilities. And, besides, some things can't be changed, no matter how hard we wish they could."

Her words cut through you, and you felt a wave of sadness.

"I'm sorry," You sighed. "I enjoyed my night with you. I really did."

"I know," She reassured. "So did I. We should do it again sometime." She opened her arms for a hug.

"I would love that," You answered. She breathed in your scent, smelling herself all over your body, and hummed.

"The idea of him touching you makes me crazy," she murmured. "But I also love smelling my scent on you. I bet he wouldn't be able to do a quarter of what I did to you last night."

It's the first time you've heard her be so possessive. Your breath caught in your throat at her words.

"It's only fair," She continued. "You should have let me mark you."

You felt a surge of arousal course through you at her words but also a flicker of unease. It was dangerous territory, the two of you getting so attached.

"We have to be careful," You warned, though it was the last thing you wanted. "Someone could find out."

"Would it be so bad if they did?" Natasha knew she was being reckless, but she didn't care. All she cared about was you. She nuzzled her nose into your neck.

"Natasha," You protested, your resolve weakening. "We can't."

"Yes, we can," She said, her voice low and seductive. "Just think about it, being with me every day, sharing our lives."

It was tempting, but you knew it was impossible. "It would never work," You said, trying to sound firm, but the words came out sad.

Natasha’s brows furrowed as she pulled back slightly, her piercing gaze locking onto yours. "Why wouldn’t it work?" she challenged, her voice steady, though there was a hint of frustration beneath it.

"Because it’s not just about us," you admitted, your hands trembling as you stepped away, needing space to think clearly. "I’m scared, Natasha. Scared of what this... of what you make me feel."

"Scared?" Natasha repeated, her tone sharp now, almost incredulous. "What’s there to be scared of? Isn’t it scarier to stay in something that doesn’t make you happy?"

You shook your head, your voice cracking as you tried to explain. "It’s not that simple. I love Sam. He’s a good man. And I don’t want to hurt him—or Steve."

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, she looked away, exhaling deeply. "You should have thought about that before," she said quietly, her words cutting like a knife.

"I know," you replied, guilt heavy in your chest. "And maybe... maybe that’s why we need to cool down. This—whatever this is—it’s too much, Nat. It’s moving too fast, and I... I could lose Claire."

Natasha blinked, clearly taken aback. "Lose Claire?" she repeated, her voice filled with disbelief. "That’s ridiculous. Sam would never take her away from you."

"You don’t understand," you said, your voice rising as panic bubbled. "You can’t understand because you don’t have children. You don’t know what it’s like to have your entire life revolve around them, to know that one wrong move could take them away from you."

The words hung in the air, heavy and biting. Natasha’s face hardened a flicker of hurt, crossing her features before she masked it. "You think I wouldn’t understand?" she asked, her voice quieter now but no less intense.

"I didn’t mean it like that," you said quickly, regret pooling in your stomach.

"But you did," she countered, stepping closer, her gaze uncompromising. "You think because I don’t have children because I can’t have children, that I wouldn’t understand what it means to love someone so much it scares you?"

You froze, her words hitting you like a punch to the gut. "Natasha, I—"

"Don’t," she interrupted, her voice thick with emotion. "You’re scared, fine. But don’t you dare stand there and tell me I don’t understand love? That’s the one thing I do understand."

The room fell silent. Natasha’s breathing was steady but labored, as though she was holding back everything she wanted to say.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m just... I’m trying to do the right thing."

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "The right thing? For who? For Sam? For Steve? When do you start doing the right thing for yourself?" Natasha sniffled. "You're right." She said. "You should go home and prepare for Sam."

"Natasha," you started, but she held up her hand.

You stood there, conflicted, unsure of how to proceed when she moved towards you. For a moment, it seemed like she was going to say something more, but instead, she reached out, cupping your cheek with a tenderness that surprised you.

"You're a good friend," She murmured. She placed a final kiss on your lips before pulling back. "I suppose you can see your way out."

She turned and walked down the hall, leaving you alone.

You stared after her, feeling the ache in your chest grow, and tried to ignore the sense of loss that was settling in.

You told yourself that you were doing the right thing, even as tears spilled down your cheeks. It was the right thing.

And yet, as you walked out the door and headed home, you couldn't help but feel like a part of you had stayed behind.

[operationcavill]

Just Fun

I’ve pictured a younger Henry x Y/N while writing this, but as always, please imagine whatever you please 🖤 This contains sexual content. Please do not read if you are not a fan of explicit material.

Henry wakes to the sound of a faint clinking and a smile on his face. The sun is peeking through the window and he can smell Y/N’s perfume. He turns where he’d hoped to find her sleeping, but he sees her sitting on the bed buckling her belt. “Why you always leave like that?”

Henry wakes to the sound of a faint clinking and a smile on his face. The sun is peeking through the window and he can smell Y/N’s perfume. He turns where he’d hoped to find her sleeping, but he sees her sitting on the bed buckling her belt. “Why you always leave like that?”

“What do you mean?” His arm wraps around her waist and his head rests on the pillow she was laying on just moments before, “Henry,” Her voice was a bit groggy and he loved that.

His hand rubs her stomach gently. “I mean; why don’t you ever stay with me?” She sighs at his question. She doesn’t want to give the answer; she doesn’t want to give anything away. “Am I that boring that you can’t even stand to sleep beside me?”

He feels her back straighten, as if she was suddenly tense. “No, I think you’re great. You’re fun. I just don’t wanna make a mess of something fun, you know?” Henry feels something inside him fall.

“So, it’s just fun for you?” Y/N adjusts her bracelet and clears her throat. No, it’s not just fun. It’s almost everything. She feels Henrys arm slip from her waist, immediately missing the warmth. She went into this for a good time, they both did, but when Henry started showing any other signs of affection or suggested dinner or a movie, she felt a ping in her chest. She felt it whenever he smiled or said even said hello.

She hangs her head and stares at her knees. “It’s a lot of things, that’s the problem.” He watches her abruptly get off of the bed and shove on her shoes, tripping and cussing her way down the hall as she walks off.

Henry throws off the sheet to go after her, not a care that he’s completely naked. “Y/N, wait,” He hears his front door open and his heart beats faster. “Y/N!” As soon as the door slams, her eyes pool with tears and Henry sluggishly walks back to his room. He flops down so hard that it hurts his back, what hurts more is that his eyes go straight to her necklace on the night stand. He takes it and twirls it in his fingers before putting it around his own neck.

As Y/N drives home she’s tempted to turn back around and tell him how she feels. She won’t, though. She’s too prideful. Henry’s voice calling out to her stings her ears and the lump in her throat has become unbearable. When she reaches her apartment she struggles with the lock, her teary eyes are blurring her vision which only makes her more frustrated. She finally enters and her roommate, Nora, jumps as she takes in Y/N’s appearance. “What’s wrong?! What happened? Are you ok?” Nora’s job was to take care of others. She was a nurse who works crazy hours and still made the time for their venting sessions.

“I’m fine. I just wanna go to bed, it’s late. Or early, or whatever.” She tries her best to hide her little sniffles but fails miserably.

“Y/N, it’s 4:43 am. Too early for bull shit. Come on, sit down. I’ll get coffee.” Nora sits her down on the couch and throws a quilt at her. She arrives with too mugs, hers being quite larger than Y/N’s. “Spill it.”

Her exhale is shaky but she explains the night before, trying not to get worked up again. “He called me around 8, asking me to meet him for dinner. I told him I’d meet him at his house instead. I could hear it in his voice, you know? That’s what’s so shitty. I think he feels the same way,” her voice breaks but she continues, “but I can’t tell him. I see him lying there and it’s like, I feel myself getting ready to explode. I just keep leaving him and I can never look at him when I leave because if I do, I won’t leave at all. I would stay there, I would stay there and tell him that I love him and risk losing it all.” Y/N looks back to Nora, who’s eyes have gone wide.

She takes the mug from her and sits it on the table. She grabs her hands, making Y/N look at her. “I’m not going to tell you to tell him but I’m not going to tell you that you shouldn’t. Maybe you just need some time away from each other to be sure what it is that you’re feeling.” Y/N nods and gives her a sad excuse of a smile.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed. Call me on your break?” Nora doesn’t further pry the conversation but promises that she’ll call. She looks in on Y/N before leaving and finds her asleep with a disgruntled look on her face. Her sleep is dreamless, restless. Every fifteen minutes she tosses and turns until she lies flat on her stomach with her eyes fixed on the clock. With her vision focusing in and out on the numbers, her mind goes back to Henry. Not that he wasn’t on her mind already but he was there, clear as day as if he was in the bed with her.

So many questions float through her brain, so many emotions. Why was she such a coward? Why couldn’t she just stay, just sleep there and wake up to him? Y/N is torn from her thoughts when her phone rings. The vibration on the wooden table makes her groan a ‘Hello?’ into the device. “Well, I guess you’re still in bed then?” Oh, she forgot Nora was going to call. “Jenny and I are gonna go out tonight and you’re coming with us. She met this guy at like, a spinning class or something and he asked her to meet him but she doesn’t want to go alone, so I got dragged into it. Meaning you are too.”

“Why does that mean I have to go? I don’t want to. I wanna stay here.” Her ear is filled with sighs and what could only be described as the kind of scolding that your grandmother would give you. “You can be such a dick; you know?”

Her roommate rolls her eyes even though Y/N can’t see her, “Yeah but so can you. It’ll be fun, we’ll have some frilly drinks and stuff.” Once she has Y/N agree she gleefully announced she’ll be home soon and hangs up the phone.

Y/N looks at the clock once more and decides she can wallow for a few more hours. She pulls the covers closer to her body and rolls around until a comfortable position is found. In what seems like the impossible, Y/N actually falls asleep.

Henry, however, hasn’t slept a wink. He can’t. How could he? He’s been playing with that necklace for hours now and he hasn’t stopped thinking about Y/N. She should be beside him right now, her cold toes poking at his legs. He blinks hard to try to relieve the tired burn of his eyes. Henry thinks if he can stare at the ugly dots of the popcorn ceiling just long enough, he may finally doze off.  He finds himself questioning the night before. He could’ve flat out told her he wanted whatever it was that they did have, to be more. He might even have said that he loved her. Why did he have to go get himself in this mess? And what did Y/N mean when she said it was a lot of things?

Buzz. Buzz. His feet sprint to his phone in hopes that it's Y/N but to his dismay it's a text from Jack, asking him to come out tonight. He responds that he doesn't think he's in the mood, which in turn makes his friend call in order to convince him. “Come on. Just stop by, drinks on me, aye?” He’s silent for a few seconds before finally giving into Jacks offer. Henry throws his phone back on the bed and walks to his bathroom, grabbing a towel on his way.

The hot water hits his chest and he sighs. He lets the water rain over his head, making his long hair cling to his forhead. Henry opened his eyes and focuses in on Y/N’s necklace. It sways back and forth, back and forth. His mind goes to the night before and he pictures her moving on him, for him, just like that necklace; back and forth. She dug her nails into his chest and his into her hips, her chest moving just out of reach in front of his face. His hand moves to his dick, now hard and begging to be touched. He moves slowly, just like she would. He thinks about that dirty image and replays it over and over until her mouth pops into his mind. Those lips wrapped around him, “Fuck,” She always moved her tongue in the best way, swirling it around and if he was lucky, licking him clean. He closes his eyes and continues to move his hand. Even though Henry has just started; he’s already finishing, gritting his teeth and grunting.

—————

“You look so good in this that it’s actually stupid.” Nora zips up Y/N’s dress and fluffs her hair. Before she can turn around to talk to her, she’s rummaging through her closet flinging shoes around until she finds the perfect pair. “These!”

Y/N dodges the heels and throws a pillow at her careless roommate, “Try to kill me, why don’t you?” She picks up the shoes and flails them in the air before flopping on her bed.

Nora just rolls her eyes and scoffs, “Shut up, put the shoes on. Cabs gonna be here soon.” Once she leaves the room, Y/N wiggles on the heels and involuntarily extends her arm to her desk to grab her necklace.

“Shit.” She looks in her unmade bed, under it, under the desk and even the bathroom but the necklace is nowhere to be found. Nora finds her on her hands and knees with her head under the couch.

She snickers at her and pokes her butt with her foot, “Y/N, did you pre-game? Are you already drunk?”

“What? No, I can’t find my necklace.” Then it clicked that she left it at Henry’s, “Fuck a duck.”

Nora laughs, “What?”

“I left it at his.” They sigh in unison and Y/N gives Nora an upset look. She pulls her up off the floor and drags her to the door.

“I bet it’s in the car. We’ll look for it in the morning, let’s get outta here and have some fun!” The ride to the spot was proven difficult for the driver, with the two in the back singing very loudly to a song that he doesn’t know, he was more than glad that they left him a nice tip.

Upon entering, the duo searches for their friend who seems to have not arrived yet. They order drinks and sit at the end of the bar. “So, where did she meet this guy again?”

Nora takes a drink before answering, “She told me she met him at a spinning class. Which is weird cause I’ve gone to that class and there are zero guys. His name is Jake, or jack or something.” They both laugh and Nora suddenly waves, “Oh, look! They’re here.” Before Y/N can turn, she notices her friends face fall.

“What? What is it?” Nora just makes a funny smile, just like she makes when she’s uncomfortable. She finally turns her body on the stool and her eyes meet Henry’s, causing him to freeze in his place. Her feet meet the floor and Nora grabs her wrist. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom, Ok?”

“If you don’t come back, I’m kicking your ass later for lying to me.” Y/N reassures her that she’ll come back and heads to the bathrooms. She ignores the half-drunk girls and makes her way to the sink, looking at herself. She adjusts her dress and fixes her hair.

Back at the bar, there’s an awkward silence between Nora and Henry but she breaks it, “Okay, Cavill. Let’s get to it.”

He cuts her off with a nervous laugh, “You know, you can call me Henry.”

She gives him a blank stare and sports no amusement, “Listen up, Cavill. Y/N is my best friend so I’m obligated to tell you to get your shit together and tell her how you feel. Seriously, whatever you two have, talk about it.”

“Well, it’s not exactly easy when she’s sneaking out of the house every five-seconds.” He downs the rest of his drink and places it on the bar.

Nora guffaws and thinks she needs about 3 more drinks to get through this conversation. “You ever think to go after her, you freaking idiot.” Then it clicks, he was too worried about bothering her to go after her but was that what she really wanted?

Henry nods at the bartender for another round then returns to their conversation, “So, should I like go get her?”

“Sure. Good a time as any!” Nora pushes her empty shot glass away and laughs, “…I’ve had too many, startin’ to yell.”

“Well, Buzzed Nora is enlightening. Fingers crossed, eh?” Henry makes his way to the tiny hall where the bathrooms are located. He knows she’ll be right pissed with him waiting for her but Nora got him all determined and okay, a little nervous.

Y/N checks her ass out in the mirror and sighs, getting the attention of a girl applying lipstick. “If you’re worried about your ass, don’t. That dress is incredible.”

She is taken aback a bit but giggles, “Thank you. You look incredible yourself.” After a small chat, she leaves the bathroom feeling a little more confident and convinced that she’ll just ignore Henry the rest of the night. Her plan comes to a screeching halt as she finds him leaned up against the wall in front of the door. “Shit.”

Henry raises his eye brow, “Nice to see you too, Y/N,” She gives him a pathetic excuse of a smile and slowly begins to walk away from him but he follows. He gets close enough to stop her and to her disappointment, right in the middle of what looks like a sea of dancing bodies. His arm slips around her front and pulls her to him, “Always running away. I would complain a lot more but you’ve got such a nice ass.” He knew how to get under her skin, she abruptly turns and scowls. “I’m kidding, kind of.”

She shakes her head to get her hair out of her face and avoids his face, “I have to go find Nora.”

“Ah, but you don’t. She knows we’re gonna talk.” Y/N makes a mental note to get back at her but the thought fades when Henry kisses her cheek and her hand flies to his chest to stop him. A familiar glint dangles from his neck and her brows furrow.

Her fingers pull the charm from the necklace out of his shirt and he gulps at the feeling of her touching his skin, “Why are you wearing my necklace?”

“It was the only part of you that stayed.” Suddenly, she feels closed in and hurt all at once. That risk-losing-it-all feeling washes over her and she tries to brush past him, but his arm catches hers and he leads her to a dark secluded nook, where only a few people who are much too into their drinks and own conversations.

The close proximity of their bodies makes her heart race and the soothing touch of his hand on her back is almost too much, “Let’s go back to the bar.” She catches his eyes and he gives her one soft kiss before getting even closer.

“I may not know what’s going on in your head, but I know that when I do this,” He pulls her to him, looking her right in the eye, “you start to breathe heavy.” Henrys mouth moves closer to her ear and a hand slaps her backside causing her to moan, “and when I do that, you purr like a fucking kitten.” Her nails dig into his bicep and she attempts to turn her head away from his, but his hand moves to her jaw in order to keep it in place. “No, no, Look at me. I’m not finished.” Y/N’s eyes find his and she knows she has no chance. “If you wanna leave, fine. But not until I’m done talking.” His hand slips under her skirt and his chest connects with hers, pinning her to the wall behind them. Henry’s mouth moves to her ear as his hand ghosts over her panties.

Her teeth bite into her bottom lip in order to stop herself from groaning but she fails. “Now that I’ve really got your attention, I’m gonna start.” His lips barely touch the shell of her ear and she shivers. “I wake up every day wishing you were in my bed. You see, we have these incredible nights together where I get the privilege of making you moan for me, come for me.” His hand moves her underwear to the side and a finger teases her. “I get to do this to you, I can get you wet but I can’t get you to say you love me.” Henry lets the word slip from his lips and it travels through her ear then all the way down to the pit of her stomach.

Another moan escapes her but not only is it filled with pleasure, it’s filled with a new kind of desperation. “Henry, this isn’t fair.” He was being relentless. His fingers play with her clit and she can feel his heart beat, “This is, this is mean.”

This time Henry groans, “If you’re gonna pretend like all you want is a good fuck, then I have news for you; you’re a bad liar. Do you really think I don’t know? I see it every time you run off from me. I wake up feeling like it’s gonna be the day you tell me you love me and I finally get to say it back. Can you imagine how far you’d run if I said it first? ” His voice is low but his finger still moves. Her hand moves to the back of his neck and her forehead rests on his shoulder, “Not letting me love you? That’s mean.”

She’s overwhelmed in every sense of the word. Her body is hot yet she’s covered in chills. “It’s not that, god…it’s not that simple.” His pulls her closer and inserts two fingers inside her. “Oh my god, we have to go.” Henry smiles against her ear as her hips move forward. His fingers curl and she yelps loudly but his mouth lands on hers to silence it. She has no fight left in her. Her body loosens and their lips press harder together. Henry gets carried away and moves his hand faster. “There’s too many people…Someone will see.”

“No one’s looking at us. Maybe I should make you come right here. If that’s all you think you want from me, I might as well give it to you. That all you want from me? You want me to make you come? Huh?” He can feel her squeeze on his fingers, “I told you, you were a bad liar. Tell me the truth. Tell me what you want.” He moves so that they’re face to face again. “Hmm?”

Y/N clutches his arms and an angry look covers her face. “This is the worst way to get me to tell you I love you.” Henry smiles widely and releases his fingers. She hates how cute that smirk makes him. “What?”

“Gotcha,” He grabs her hand and pulls her away from the corner, through the club and out to the parking lot. He opens the car door for her and rushes to the other side. She can’t believe how fast this moment is passing. He had her up a wall only a few minutes ago and now they’re zooming towards his house.

Henry is still grinning and it further pisses Y/N off, why is he being such an idiot? “What are you smiling about? Where are we going?” He keeps his eyes on the road and continues to shifts gears.

“You told me you loved me and we’re going home to celebrate.” Her mind drifts off and her words from earlier shake her brain. She did it. Fuck, she said it.

Her voice is quiet and confused, “Celebrate?”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m fucking crazy for you.” Even with him saying how he feels, she can’t help but think none of it’s real. Henry could be lying, there’s always a chance. “I love you.” There it is, it’s out in the open and Y/N kind of feels dizzy.

She’s not sure what to do, what does she say? Does she say it back? “Um…I, well, me too.” They hit a stop light and Henry cheeky grin falls.

He sighs, “Why won’t you say it? Said it before.” He doesn’t sound annoyed or disappointed, if anything he sounds a happy.

She plays with her fingers as she whispers, “I don’t know.”

He playfully returns the whisper, “Liar

She whispers even lower, “I love you.”

Henry now yells and actually makes her smile, “Baby, I can’t hear you.”

“You heard me.” Y/N shifts in the seat, adjusting her dress.

“Afraid not,” Henry accelerates, taking Y/N by surprise and falling back into the seat.

She sighs in annoyance, “I love you.”

“Good.” She stares at him blankly as his smile returns. She has no idea what else to say at the moment. All she can do his stare at Henry and that cute dimple.

——————

Y/N and Henry sit in his kitchen, her on a bar stool at the island and him at a table in the corner that he’s never actually been used. She fixes herself a glass of water and brings her fingers to her neck, forgetting that there’s no necklace to twirl. “It’s weird not wearing my necklace, weirder seeing it on you.”

Henry pulls the necklace out of his shirt and smirks at her, “Well, maybe if you didn’t run out of here so damn fast you’d still have it.”

Y/N scoffs, “How long you gonna hold that over my head?”

“I won’t, but you can’t pretend that there’s nothing to talk about.” He untucks his shirt and leans back into the chair, “I’m ready for whatever you want to throw at me. Whatever dumb reason it is that you think I’m a liar or using you, throw it at me. I’ll be right here saying the same thing; I love you.”

She groans quietly and looks down at her cup, “Why are you so straight forward?”

“Why aren’t you? You can fuck me like you love me but can’t say it?”

She begins to twirl her cup so she can distract herself from how good he looks, “Henry, don’t be rude to me.”

“It’s true, Y/N,” His eyes narrow and his voice lowers, “why can’t you tell me what you want?”

She takes a sip and taps her nails on the counter, “I want my fucking necklace back.” He smiles and cocks his head to the side. She looks down her dress and smooths it out, “Did I spill it?” Henry shakes his head and bites his lip. “What?”

“Come here,” She sighs before walking over to him and stops just at his knee, allowing him to stoke her skin. “You upset with me?” He looks up at her and gives her a slight pout when she doesn’t answer. His hand moves to the back of her knee and pulls her forward so she falls into a straddling position, “I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses her shoulder and up her throat, “You can have it back but you gotta earn it.”

His hands fall to her backside, pulling her hips to his own. “Earn it?” He knew just what to do to get her worked up.

“Mhmm, I’ll give it back if you tell me what you want.” He nibbles on her skin and she moans. “Pretty little kitty.” His nickname causes her to moan again. “Come on, what ya want?”

Her thighs squeeze around his torso and he closes his eyes, “I want you.” A small chuckle leaves his lips and she really wants to kiss him, she has to.

She tries to kiss him but he playfully dodges it, “I know you want me but that’s not what I want to hear.”

“I want you to want me, I want you to love me.” She brings her forehead to rest on his and he kisses her deeply. Her hands rake through this hair and her hips jolt to his. He bunches the fabric of the dress in his hand, groaning and growing harder.

He hoists her up, her legs wrapping around him as he makes his way to his bedroom. She unbuttons his shirt while he carries her, her mouth leaving small kissing in his neck every few seconds. “’ L‘Show you how much I love you, then I’m gonna do it all over again in the morning. Just fucking wait.” He falls on top of her when he lies her down on the bed, loving the loud of her giggle. He takes off the necklace and places it on the nightstand, “More than earned it.”

Henry takes off his shirt and gets down on his knees, pulling her thighs to the edge of the bed. “Oh,” Her skin erupts with goosebumps as his fingers glide up her leg to pull down her panties.

“May I eat your pussy, with love?” He sings the last words and if she wasn’t so turned on she would hit him on the side of the head.

“Henry, if it proves my love at all, it’s that I don’t mind you saying dorky shit like that.” Both of them smile but Y/N gasps when she feels the warm air on her. He begins to give her small kisses, knowingly teasing and further frustrating her.

He pushes the dress to her waist and locks his arms around her thighs, finally giving her a full lick. “Didn’t know you could get so wet, love.” He continues licking, kissing, and sucking, oh the sucking, on her clit until it gets even more sensitive and swollen. “Such a tasty little cunt, innit?” He sucks on it loudly making her yelp. “And you make the cutest noises.” He licks lightly again but grabs her hands and brings them to her center. “Spread yourself open for me.” She obliges and widens her legs as well. He peppers kisses all over her and watches her contract. “I  love this pussy.” Her legs shake and her hands grab his forearms.

“Oh my god,” Henry smiles into her, she can feel it. He was always so good at this, always so good with his mouth and always a tease.

“That’s my girl,” He then rubs her clit with her own finger and kisses her inner thigh, “I don’t know if I’m ready for that just yet.” God, why was he like this? His cheek rests on her thigh and two fingers enter her while he continues to use her hand. He knows how to read her; he knows that what she wants: she wants it to be dragged out. She was silent other than her whimpers but that was all he needed. His fingers stop just so he can feel her pulse around them, then he kisses her thigh before curving them just right. Henrys hand leaves hers but orders her, “Don’t stop playing with yourself.” He brings his now free hand to his jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging them down just below his bum.

Henry’s dick had gotten so hard that he had to let it out, he just had to give it a proper squeeze as well. He stands, removing his fingers and making sure to look her in the eye as he licks them clean. He smiles at the fact that she’s still rubbing herself in a little circle. “Take your pants off.”

He smiles again, “Take your dress off.” Both rush out of their remaining clothes and Y/N moves to the head of the bed. He swings his leg over her torso so that he’s directly in her face, “Hands up, open up.” Her arms rise and he grabs hold of them as he enters her mouth. The feeling of her wet mouth is unexplainable. She was always able to get him so deep in this position, he’s forever thankful for that day they googled ‘Fun Sex Positions.’ Her palms lay flat on his chest as he thrusts slowly into her mouth. “mmm, so good at that. Wanna know a secret?” She makes an attempted to nod but fails, “I thought about you sucking me off this morning, had to come all by myself, love.” He pulls himself all the way out of her mouth and drops her hands. The sight of her wiping her mouth is enough to make his dick jump. “I think you owe me one.” He pulls her legs down the bed so she’s flat on her back, smiling when he hovers over her.

“Oh, I owe you one?” He smiles but pretends to be serious.

“Mhmm, so, I think you better stay right here and make it up to me.” Y/N giggles at his dramatics and widens her legs to accept him. He doesn’t enter her right away. He instead flips them over, Y/N now on top of him. “Come on, love. Make it up to me.”

She sinks down on him and leans forward to whisper, “I’m not leaving in the morning.”

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HAPPY HUMP DAY! I hope everyone enjoys the rest of the week.

[iamakiller]

owl always love you

Wordcount: 2000

Notes & Warnings:  It has been far too long since I shared any of my fiction with you, hasn’t it?  Well, how about five unhappy memories of Valentines past, and one that went perfectly to plan (... or did it?)

As for warnings, there is no sex at all, but there is an unfortunate accident, and a hint of murder. Hmm, I must be going soft in my old age ... 

Five unhappy memories ...

1.

Charlie is four.

Today feels like a very special day.  There were flowers and a card on the kitchen table this morning, and no arguments over breakfast.  It was almost like last night’s fight didn’t happen.

At preschool, the classroom has been decorated with red and pink hearts because it’s Valentine’s Day. The teacher reads the class a picture book about an owl who was looking for love, and then they all do a craft based on the story.  The teacher has drawn the owl’s face and body on card for everyone, but they have to color it in and try to write a message on the owl’s tummy.  Charlie writes “Owl always love you Mommy” in purple crayon – his mother’s favorite color.

The next part of the craft is very hard.  They have to trace the outline of their hands onto card, color it in, and then cut it out. They stick the hands onto the owl with glue, and fold them over, and it looks kind of like wings.  Charlie is very proud of himself, because he did it without any help, and unlike the boy who sits next to him, he didn’t try to eat any of the glue.

At going home time, he presents the card to his mother.  She glances at it, and puts it in her handbag.

“Do you like it, Mommy?” Charlie asks, but she doesn’t say anything.  Maybe she didn’t hear him.

The next morning, he finds it in the trash.  

Oh.

Well, it wasn’t very good, he realizes.  His coloring wasn’t neat enough, and one of the thumbs was missing because of a mishap he had when he was cutting it out.  Maybe if he’d tried harder, she would have liked it.

Maybe if he tries harder, she’ll like him ...

2.

Charlie is eight.  

Valentine’s Day has been the main topic of conversation on the playground ever since the beginning of February. It’s not like anybody ever talks to Charlie, but there are some advantages to being invisible.  He hears everything.  He knows exactly who is getting a Valentine, and – most crucially – who isn’t.

On the night of February thirteenth, he stays up very late.  It isn’t like anyone is checking what time he goes to bed anyway, so he pulls together the materials he’s “borrowed” from his teacher over the past few days, and works until the early hours of the morning.

The next day, everyone in the class has at least one little handmade card on their desk by the end of the day.  

… except Charlie.

And that’s one of the disadvantages of being invisible.

Nobody knows he exists ...

3.

Charlie is thirteen.

According to his research, it is puberty that has turned the majority of his classmates into mindless, giggling idiots.  Thankfully, he seems to be immune to this plague, and the hours he spends staring at the long, golden hair of the girl who sits in front of him in class is perfectly normal, thank you very much.

Melissa is the prettiest girl in the class by far.  Charlie thinks she looks just like an elven queen ... if Galadriel had a Midwestern accent and a mother who was the head of the PTA.  She is also constantly accompanied by a group of four uglier girls, who all stare at Charlie as he makes his approach, the poem he wrote for her clutched in a hand that seems to be permanently sweaty these days.

She accepts the token of his affection with the carelessness of one who is accustomed to such things, and doesn’t even say thank you.  At lunchtime, Charlie overhears her reading excerpts of it to her gaggle of friends.  She tosses her lovely, blonde hair back, and laughs scornfully, before tearing it up into tiny pieces and leaving it on her lunch tray for the cafeteria staff to clear away.  

And suddenly, Charlie realizes how ugly she is.

At the end of February, poor Melissa has a terrible accident.  One of the teachers finds her unconscious at the bottom of the stairwell hours after school has finished for the day.  She must have tripped and fallen down the stairs somehow.

She makes a full recovery, but she never remembers what happened that day ...

4.

Charlie is seventeen.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come to the dance?” asks cousin Pat from where he’s leaning in the doorway of Charlie’s bedroom.  He’s dressed to impress, and Charlie can smell the terrible cologne he’s wearing from all the way on the other side of the room.  “I can wait for you to get changed, I don’t mind.”

“I’m too busy,” says Charlie, staring up at the ceiling.  Soon, it will be time for him to turn over and stare at the wall.  “And I don’t like parties.”

“I don’t like parties either,” Pat reminds him, fidgeting with the cuffs of his blue button-down.  “But you’ll never meet someone special if you don’t leave your room.”

Charlie responds by making a noise like someone being sick, and turns over to show Pat his back.  “Bye.  Have fun at the shitty Valentine’s dance.”  He can feel his cousin’s gaze on the back of his head – can picture the annoying look of concern on his face – but he doesn’t move or say anything, and finally he hears the door close, and then Pat’s footsteps lumbering down the stairs.

Fuck Valentine’s Day, Charlie thinks.  Fuck parties, and fuck ever finding someone special.

5.

Charlie is 27.

This might be his first ever Valentine’s Day in a relationship, but he’s done his research into What Women Want, and blown a small fortune on trying to make the day special.  A hundred red roses, delivered to Nicole on set.  Reservations at the hottest restaurant in town.  A pair of Chanel earrings, so expensive he actually choked on his own saliva when they told him the price, and had to be brought a glass of water to help him recover.

At the restaurant, Nicole opens the earrings, and stares at them for a long time.  Her expression is completely unreadable, which is usually the case with her.  They have been dating for two and a half months, and with every day that passes, Charlie feels like he knows less about her, which should surely be impossible.

“Don’t you like them?” Charlie asks, after the silence has gone on for so long that even the people at the next table have glanced over to see what’s going on. 

Nicole closes the lid of the box with a snap, and looks up at him.  “So you aren’t going to propose to me, then?”

Charlie blinks.  “I – Wait, what?”

And then it all goes south very quickly from there.

The next day, there’s a blind item online about it:

Which C-list celebrity currently filming a procedural drama in New York was seen arguing with an unknown male at a local celeb hotspot last night?  With a string of broken engagements already behind her, it looks like this feisty young starlet is single once more after dousing her hapless companion in Veuve Clicquot!

Unknown? Hapless?  How rude!

He complains at length about the injustice of it all to the cocktail waitress he brought home last night, after he had sloped off to a bar to drown his sorrows and soothe the burn of his humiliation.  Naturally, she has nothing to add to the conversation – having passed away six hours or so ago – but he appreciates her presence nevertheless.  So much so that before he prepares her for disposal, he takes out her fake diamond earrings, and replaces them with the Chanel ones.

“I know I’m a day late,” he tells her.  “But … happy Valentine’s Day.”

It’s the thought that counts, anyway ...

And then ...

Charlie is 37.

He is awakened at 5:30 a.m. on Valentine’s Day morning by his son barging in to the master bedroom.  Without saying anything, Henry climbs onto the bed next to him, and falls asleep almost instantly.  Charlie throws an arm over him, in the hopes of stopping him from tossing and turning like he often does.

Behind him, there’s a rustle of sheets  “What’s happening?” Kitten asks, her voice thick with sleep.

“We have our usual Sunday morning visitor,” Charlie mumbles. “It’s still early, go back to sleep.”

A leg hooks over his, an arm curls around his middle, and Kitten lets out a happy sigh before falling asleep again.

Charlie closes his eyes, but it barely seems like a moment has passed before he’s being shaken awake by a very excited Henry.  “Dad.  DAD! Can we give Britt the card now?”

The digital display on the clock says eight, still an ungodly hour to be awake on a Sunday, but when Charlie rolls over, Kitten is already sitting up against the headboard, with her phone out.  “A card?” she says, feigning surprise, as though she wasn’t banned from the kitchen for four hours the previous day, and hadn’t noticed the layer of glitter Henry was covered in when he emerged, which necessitated a dreaded bath.

“If we must,” grumbles Charlie, astonished at the speed with which Henry scrambles out of bed and sprints out of the room.  He thunders downstairs, in search of the spot where they left their work of art to dry out after its completion.

Charlie rolls over onto his back, and stares up at Kitten.  “Remember last year, when we stayed in bed all day?” he asks, mournfully.  “That was the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”

“Mm, same.”  Kitten leans down to kiss him, probably intending it to be just a peck on the lips.  But Charlie wraps his hand around the back of her head to keep her there, deepening the kiss until a gagging sound from the doorway interrupts them and they break apart to find Henry watching them from the doorway, looking slightly green.

“You guys are gross!” he scolds them, in a tone not dissimilar to Sandra when she is upset about something.  

Charlie sits up, and scowls. “That’s not in keeping with the spirit of the day.”

“The spirit of the day is chocolate,” says Henry, approaching Kitten’s side of the bed, with one hand behind his back.  “Ta-daaaaa!” he shouts, and pulls out the card, waving it in her face.  A hefty sprinkle of glitter falls on the sheets, and Charlie winces.

“This looks very impressive,” says Kitten, glancing sideways at Charlie to check his reaction to the glitter, and stifling a smile.  “Can I take a closer look?”

On closer inspection, the card is very large, and is a rather well-drawn and extremely glittery looking owl which looks to be a combination of about three different species.  Its wings – which look suspiciously like the outline of Charlie’s hands – are wrapped around itself.

“Open it, open it,” says Henry, climbing onto the bed, and bouncing slightly, causing more glitter to be dislodged.

When Kitten carefully opens the wings, she finds another, smaller pair of hand-shaped wings underneath.  “Yours?” she asks Henry, who nods vigorously.  When she opens those, there is a ridiculously tiny pair of hands underneath. One has been colored blue, and the other pink.  

“Little B,” says Henry.  “We looked up online how small their hands would be.  I drew them, and Dad cut them out.  He said we should do one hand in each color since we don’t know whether Little b is a boy or a girl yet.  And wait, there’s a message.  Read the message!”

“Owl always love you,” Kitten reads, her voice trembling slightly.  “From Charlie, Henry and Little B. Oh Henry, thank you!  The owl, the hands, the sweet message.  It’s perfect!”

She pulls Henry into a hug, which he tolerates for a moment or two before asking, “Can I go watch cartoons now?” with all the tact typical of an eight year-old boy.

“It was all Henry’s idea, of course,” says Charlie, once the young man in question has bounced out of the room.  He tries to brush some of the glitter off the bed, and succeeds only in getting it stuck all over his hand.  “I was but an unwitting accomplice to this madness.”

“Is that so?” asks Kitten, with a smile.  She sets the card on the nightstand so she can see it, and curls against Charlie, who wraps an arm around her shoulder, and rests his other hand on her stomach.  “You know, it reminds me of this book I read when I was little. About an owl who was searching for love.  It was a really cute story.”

“Never heard of it,” says Charlie, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.  “But it sounds like a real hoot.”

“Oh god, not the owl puns.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” says Charlie, but somehow he finds himself lapsing into silence instead of releasing the string of dreadful jokes that are on the tip of his tongue.  “Do you -” he begins, and then sighs, and runs his hand through his hair, inadvertently spreading multi-colored glitter quite liberally through it.  He chews on the inside of his cheek before continuing.  “Do you really like it?”

Is it good enough?

Am I trying hard enough?

Do you like me?

A gentle hand against his cheek brings him back to the present.  “I don’t just like it, I love it,” Kitten reassures him.  “And I love you very much, too.  I know it’s a little rough at the moment with me working from home, but I’m still feeling very lucky.  Who would have thought six months ago that we would be here?  We’ve come so far, Charlie.  I’m so proud of us.  I’m so proud of you.  Especially now you’re back in therapy again.”

Charlie holds her a little more tightly, and she tucks her head under his chin and settles her hand on his chest, over his heart, which is beating too quickly for his liking.  “I’m trying, my love,” he says softly, taking slow, deep breaths to try to control the speed of his heart.  “I never want to let you down again ...”

He closes his eyes, breathes in Kitten’s familiar, comforting scent, and tells himself that he’s just holding her, not clinging to her.  I’m okay, he tells himself, over and over again.  We’re okay.

I just have to try harder, and it will all be okay ...

[hattywatch]

T. Seguin - Back Road Part 3

A/N: Happy Holidays ya filthy animals. 

Part 1 Part 2 "No, it's different." 

You can hear Tyler getting frustrated with whomever he's on the phone, but you don't want to interrupt, staying in the foyer, quiet until he can finish his conversation. 

"Well, she's coming and you'll just have to deal with it. I don't know what to tell you," that's when you decide to make yourself known, not wanting to eavesdrop on things you shouldn't hear. 

You open the front door behind you and close it a bit louder this time, "Hiii. I'm here?" 

"In here!" He shouts from the kitchen and you follow his voice after dropping your bag on the sparkling floors in the entryway. He finishes his conversation in hushed tones you can't quite make out over the sound of your sandals on the hardwood. 

When you finally get sight of him in the kitchen he's drinking a water bottle, shirtless, and shoving his phone in his pocket. 

"Do you like, ever wear a shirt?" His distraction technique is honestly flawless. You'd be hard pressed to recall what he was saying only a few scant seconds ago as your eyes take him in. 

He's positively preening, and you're sure he's flexing his chest muscles. So you do the mature thing and push him away from your person before you can do anything stupid like run your tongue up his abs and make him think his macho posturing is sexy. 

Like it is, but he can't know that.

You've only been seeing each other for two-ish months, but he's been great. Really attentive and sweet, calling you nightly even when he's traveling for work. 

He has some free time coming up, a weekend to be exact, and he invited you to his family's cabin in Canada. You weren't sure you were there yet- as a couple, but as Bridget Jones says, "It can't be just a fling, a mini-break holiday means true love." Which is definitely pushing it, but you're not going to pretend it doesn't make your heart flutter that he's bringing you home to meet his family. 

You spend the night at his place to make the shuffle in the morning easier since he lives closer to the airport than you do. He promises no funny business since you're leaving before dawn the next morning. 

Tyler sticks to his promise and you both sleep soundly in the same bed, jolted awake by the ringing off your alarm, but excited nonetheless for your trip.

Boarding the plane at ass o'clock in the morning sucks, but is made better by being in first class- Tyler insisted on paying. It seemed like a bit much, but he persuaded you: 

"I'm making you go.” “You're losing out on tips. At least let me pay.”

“It's not even like we need a hotel… 

“You can make it up to me in other ways."

It took a few days for him to convince you, but you eventually gave in, insisting you'll do most of the cooking, and cleaning while you're there, ensuring you earn your keep.

You're happy he convinced you because it is infinitely easier to fall asleep in first class and you're pretty sure you're going to hate going back to economy class after this. 

He nudges you awake when you land, "Hey, sleepy, lets go." He already has both carry-ons, so you grumble at being woken up, but you trudge through the airport a step behind him as he texts his mom to let her know you've landed safely. 

"No one else is coming up until a little later, we'll have the place to ourselves for a few hours." He gives you what you assume is meant to be a meaningful look, but you can't be bothered to flirt when it's pre-9 am. 

"Good, maybe I can take a nap." 

_________

When you pull up it's actually really picturesque, lakeside and a far cry from his McMansion back in Dallas. He parks the car on the crunching gravel before getting out and grabbing the bags from the trunk. 

You try to pull yours away from him a few times, but he won’t let you carry anything. It’s ridiculous, since all you brought is a weekender sized luggage and you’re certainly capable of carrying it yourself, but it is nice that he’s a gentleman, so you don’t make too much of a fuss. 

He unlocks the door and it’s just as beautiful as his house back in Dallas, bright and big, gorgeous hardwood throughout the whole open floor plan with floor to ceiling windows looking out onto the lake, glistening in the early morning sun.

It’s really, really beautiful- serene and calm, but you really, really want to nap, so you're not a cranky mess when you meet his family. 

As he drags you through the house and to the stairs, you yawn and he gives in, “Okay, okay, point taken. We can sleep.” 

The door he chooses at the end of the upstairs hall opens to a big bedroom, probably the master, if the balcony overlooking the lake outside is indicative of anything. You wiggle out of your hoodie and pull back the blankets, “Should we be sharing a room? Is your family going to think I’m slutty.”

He doesn’t answer directly, but rolls his eyes so hard you get the point. “I’m just trying to make a good impression. I don’t know!” 

“They’re not going to think that,” he peels back the comforter on his side of the bed and tugs off his shirt before lying down next to you. “I don’t bring girls around here often…" he considers, "... ever?” He rolls toward you and lets his leg rest against yours. It’s too hot for any more body contact than that, so you don’t mind.

You're nervous for what's going to happen when you wake up. The excitement of being on vacation with Tyler giving way to a very real fear that his family will hate you; you already overheard whoever he was talking to last night not wanting you to tag along on family time. 

You can't help it as you mash your eyes together and whisper, “Tyler?" He hums, eyes closed, sleep already setting in, “Who were you on the phone with last night when I got to your house?”

His eyes open, “My sister, why?” his mouth is set in a straight line, jaw tight, and you’re not sure you should continue your questioning, but you’re so nervous and you need your questions answered. 

“I overheard a little of what you said to her when I walked in. I didn’t mean to, but I did,” he doesn’t say anything so you continue. “It didn’t really seem like she wanted me to crash your family weekend.” You choose your words carefully, not wanting to offend or point fingers at his sister before you’ve even met her. 

“I don’t really care what she wants,” Tyler pulls you towards him into his bubble of warmth. 

“That’s not nice, Tyler,” he leans in close and kisses you on the nose. 

“You’re right. Still don’t care though. We’re going to have a good weekend,” all you can do is sigh, hope he’s right, and close your eyes to slide into your nap. 

_________

When your alarm goes off, it’s time to face the music, so you stretch and roll out of bed, ignoring a grumbling Tyler behind you. 

You shower in the adjoining bathroom; even that has a stunning view of the lake. Tyler starts making noise from the bedroom as you're swiping on mascara in the mirror and letting your hair air dry. He pops his head in the bathroom after knocking, "Hey, they said they'll be here in 30 minutes. I'm going to order in so we can eat when they get here. I'm starving." Nodding your assent, you brush through your hair again and check your reflection for the thousandth time. 

Standing over the two outfits you’d laid out on the bed, you settle for the high-waisted shorts and a flowy blouse. Nothing too short, and nothing too tight, you don’t want to come across at all tawdry the first time you meet his family. As you slide on your sandals you can hear a ruckus downstairs, paired with a whole bunch of female voices.

Time to face the music. 

After a deep breath and one last look in the mirror to smooth down your outfit and triple check that your shorts aren’t showing any cheek, you make your way down the stairs. 

_________

You can tell immediately that Tyler’s mom is effervescently happy to meet you. She pulls you into a hug and takes the chair right next to you at the table as Tyler tips the delivery driver and plops down a few pizza boxes on the counter. Tyler eyes her warily and sits down on your other side. He rests his foot against yours under the table and catches your eye. The move is clear, we’re in this together. It’s comforting. 

After everyone has dragged a slice of pizza onto their plate and chewed a few bites, his mom can’t seem to hold out any longer. 

“I don’t know if he’ll be mad at me for saying this, y/n but this is the first time Tyler has brought a girl to the lake.” His foot nudges yours gently. 

“Yeah, he mentioned that earlier,” you sip your water and continue, “I think it was supposed to calm me down but it just put the pressure on!” She smiles. It’s warm and that calms you down more than anything Tyler could have said. 

His younger sister, Cassidy, pipes up, “It’s just us, no reason to be nervous. We’re not his fancy Dallas friends.” You take it as a win, but you’ve still yet to get more than a sideways glance from his elder sister, and you’re sure she’s the one who was on the phone, protesting against him bringing you along. 

You can’t blame her. They live so far and she probably rarely gets to see him, it makes sense that she’s less than thrilled at you tagging along, taking up their family time.

It makes you want to prove her wrong, show her you’re not that clingy girl looking to drive a wedge between him and his family. You're just not sure how.

_________

When the wine comes out after dinner things get easier.

Jackie disappears into a closet and returns with Scrabble. Tyler is good, which (you’re embarrassed to say) surprises you, always ready to judge a jock. As your glasses empty and refill a few times the game gets progressively sillier. You challenge Tyler a number of times. 

He confidently lays down “playwrite” and starts to tally up his total before you get a better glimpse at the board and shake your head. “Uh-uh, I don’t think so! Pick that up!” 

He looks at you adamantly, “What’s wrong with playwrite?! It’s one word!” He gestures his hand toward the board.

“That’s not how it’s spelt! It’s W-R-I-G-H-T!” Tyler squints his eyes at you, tilting his head to the side like you’re being purposely difficult. 

“That makes absolutely no sense, they write plays!”

You cross your arms over your chest, “Doesn’t matter, it’s wrong!” 

Tyler matches your stance, “Is that an official challenge?” 

When you look over at the rest of the table you can see his mother is barely holding in a laugh as his sisters smirk up at his ridiculously defensive stance. The score is close and the letter bag is empty. The G is resting on a triple letter, the P on a triple word and you hope to God you’re not too drunk to remember how to spell. You nod solemnly, watching Tyler grab his phone. 

He types something out and you can tell you're right the moment his expression softens and deflates. 

“Fine,” he pulls a few of his letters off the board and leaves only “write" remaining, before adding up the score and writing it down on the paper next to him. Candace runs through all of her letters on her next turn and you all have to subtract your remaining letters from your own scores. She beats you by 3. 

After boxing up the game and tidying the table, you all sleepily stumble up to bed, exhausted from all of the travel and wine. Tyler kisses his mom goodnight and hugs his sisters. You do this awkward hug with his mom, not sure if you’re there yet, but she wraps her arms around you and says “Night hon,” so you’re probably overthinking it. His sisters call out a good night to you before they head into their rooms, but no one looks sideways at you and Tyler entering the bedroom together, so you take it as a small victory.

_________

Scrubbing off your make-up in the bathroom is exhausting, but a necessary evil, so you stand in front of the mirror again reflecting on the past few hours, the night coming full circle. 

“I can hear you dissecting every word that was said tonight. Come to bed, babe. It’s not that real,” Tyler’s footsteps creak on the hardwood and alert you to his presence before you can see him in the mirror behind you. 

“Do they like me?” You put down the wash cloth and turn to him. “I’m nervous. Help meee,” you’re only half kidding as you whine and stick out your bottom lip hoping Tyler takes pity on you. 

He does. 

He wraps you up in his arms and your face, still damp from washing it, leaves wet blotches on his t-shirt. “They like you just fine, you psycho. Relax,” he kisses the top of your head. “I like you that’s all that matters.”

Stepping back you look up at him, “Eh.” You smirk and he calls you a little shit before kissing you hard on the mouth. His hands trail down your back to your ass, squeezing once before he reaches for the front of your shorts. 

“I don’t think so mister. Your family is here!” you chastise him in a harsh whisper. He rolls his eyes but lets go, dragging his hands back around to your butt. He rolls his eyes, but leans down and kisses your neck. 

“Fine, but just know that I’m sad about it,” the way he whispers it into you ear has you second guessing your decision,  but it’s still hard to hold in the laugh. 

“Noted, but just know that I don’t care.” You let him drag you to bed and lave soft kisses down your neck before you fall asleep.

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When you all tumble out of bed the next morning the sun is shining. It glints off of the water making it sparkle in the summer heat and everyone quickly decides to spend the day on the lake. 

You always feel a little scrubby next to Tyler when he’s half naked. He’s hard and toned, barely an ounce of fat on his lean body. Meanwhile, you know it’s obvious that you don’t spend enough time in the gym and definitely love carbs.

As soon as he invited you to the lake, you went out and bought a new bathing suit. It sits high enough on your torso to hide your lower belly and nip in flatteringly at your waist while the top lifts and supports as much as you could hope for, so you think you look okay. 

When his sisters make their way out on the dock you instantly want to wrap yourself up. You know you’re built differently, but it doesn’t stop you from unhelpfully comparing your bodies. They’re long and lithe, and you feel nervous that they’ll find something to pick apart and cement their dislike of you.

After a few minutes, your fears dissipate. Everyone is enjoying a relaxing day in the water and no one is staring at your thighs like they’re offended. Candace even tells you she likes your suit, so you know you’re being silly and remember that you have nothing to be self conscious about. Life isn’t a teenage rom-com and no one cares if you have some cellulite on your butt. It helps that you catch Tyler sliding his sunglasses down his nose and winking at you when his sisters aren’t looking. It makes your heart freeze before thumping wildly against your ribcage. 

You take turns getting dragged around the water on an inner tube as Tyler speeds the boat along the empty lake. Jackie shouts to be careful from the dock, drenched in the shadow of her sun-hat looking truly terrified. Everyone laughs and waves at her, cheering when Tyler jerks the boat around trying to throw you all off of the tube.

When the sun starts to set you hop in the shower and everyone ditches their bathing suits for a bath and dinner. Tyler grills up burgers outside and you all sit on deck around the table, laughing and eating, less tense than the evening prior. 

As the sun fully sets it gets chilly on the water, so you all head inside and start up a game of rummy. It’s friendlier than the game of Scrabble. It turns out none of you are very good at remembering what another player picked up and you are all holding a meld that someone else is also trying to build. 

Jackie wins, she claims she’s had longer to learn strategy and you all boo her, chucking your cards into the middle of the table before heading up to bed, thoroughly worn out from the long day on the water.. 

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Sunday passes largely the same way. Tyler lets you all take turns driving the boat, which is simultaneously the most fun you’ve ever had and the most terrified you’ve ever been. 

“Cassidy barely got her license and Candace has a lead foot. I don’t know what I was thinking!” He looks over at you, hat backwards on his head and looking bronze from head to toe. You can barely process what he’s saying when he looks like this, but his sisters squawk at his unfair assessment.

“I only failed one time!” Cassidy shouts over her shoulder. 

Candace nods, “And I’m the one who taught you how to drive, little brother. Have some fucking respect for your elders!” Candace sniffs, offended, and turns back towards the bow. 

After Tyler has insulted everyone’s boating abilities, he breaks out some paddle-boards from the boat garage. Turns out paddle boarding is not a hidden talent of yours. You’re far too clumsy to stand up for any length of time. All three siblings are athletic enough to maintain balance while laughing and shouting pointers at you to no avail.

That night's dinner is a little subdued because you all know you’ll be leaving in the morning and your little bubble of vacation is about to pop, but you feel like you've made headway with Candace. She sits across from you at dinner and asks about your life back in Texas and seems genuinely interested in your answers, even if it is just about the diner you work in or where your little apartment is in relation to Tyler’s house.

You know you're correct when she drags you in the house to get stuff for smores as Tyler lights a fire up in the yard. You're in the middle of grabbing the graham crackers when she corners you in the pantry. 

"I just wanted to apologize," she looks you directly in the eye and it's a little unnerving. 

"For what?” you shrug, not wanting to let her know you overheard Tyler on his phone call with her. 

"I just… I wasn't sure about you. But I'm actually really happy my brother brought you around." You smile and she does a little too, but continues, "It's hard to tell who's with him for the fame and the money and who actually likes him for his dorky self."

Her face drops when your brows knit together in confusion, "The fame?" 

It's her turn to look confused, "Yeah? Because of the…" she tapers off, tilts her head to the side, and you can see the family resemblance in the mannerism, "Did that fucking idiot not tell you what he does?"

"I just-” she stares at your with her brows knit together and it’s hard to continue, “I assumed he was an athletic trainer of some sort,” you start. "He travels a lot, and he's in good shape and, you know- it's Texas. Football’s big there. The players need to condition…"

She's shaking her head in her hands and you don’t know how this conversation went south so fast. 

"Okay. I'm going to tell you a secret. Please don't clue him in that you know...” She types into her phone, manicured fingers tapping gently against the glass. When she spins her phone around the Google search results have everything clicking together in your head. “Buuuuuut he's kind of a big deal." 

"Are you kidding me?" 

Candace looks stricken, eyes wide and palms out in front of her.

"You can't tell him I told you. He'll kill me. Please don't be mad. You can understand why he'd be cautious…" 

"I won't say anything. I just can't believe I didn't think of it. He's such a dope." You roll your eyes but start heading out of the pantry. "C'mon, they're going to get suspicious," you nudge her shoulder with yours so she knows you're okay. Candace looks relieved and follows you outside with the marshmallows. 

Your flight leaves early in the morning and you say goodbye over breakfast before loading up the car and driving to the airport. You're too tired to be mad at him for keeping you in the dark. You hate to say it, but you understand. By the time he drops you off at your house and kisses you goodbye, after thanking you for spending time with his family, you're so soft for him you forget why you were ever angry in the first place. 

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He’s not quite sure what to do now. It’s been so long. They’ve been dating for almost five months at this point. She’s been to his house, knows his dogs; she met his mother for Christ’s sake. 

With camp coming to an end and pre-season looming in the very near future, he’s out of time. 

So, he has her over. He makes her grilled cheese and pours her wine, just like the very first time he ever got her to come back here. He hopes the nostalgia will soften the blow of the bomb he’s about to drop. 

She sits there in her leggings, wrapped up in one of his sweatshirts. It’s now or never and he knows it. Has to spill the beans before she sees his face plastered on commercials and all over downtown Dallas next to Jamie’s on a billboard. 

He's casual, "So I, uh, have a little bit of a confession to tell you." 

She looks up and stops chewing, eyes wide and brows high. She puts her grilled cheese down and has a sip of water before turning to him, hands in her lap. “That sounds ominous.”

He doesn’t know what’s about to happen, but he knows he can’t put it off any longer, “I didn't really lie, but I've definitely omitted some truth. We're getting really close, so I think it's only fair that I tell you what you're getting yourself into."

She nods, picks her grilled cheese back up and picks at the crust, “You have some bodies buried under the pool or something?” 

He loves her. 

“No, nothing like that,” he sips his wine. "I, Uh. I'm…" he pauses and she nods for him to continue. "I’m a little famous? I play in the NHL and that's why I'm always traveling and my work schedule is so crazy."

There. It’s out in the open. She can reject him if she wants, but he did what was right. The silence stretches on as she chews her dinner thoughtfully and he has a mini-panic attack thinking of everything that can go wrong. He hardly had her buy in at the beginning of this relationship; could this be the weight that breaks the tenuous string of trust she gave him? 

He doesn’t say anything. Just waits for her and bounces his knee up and down, needing to do something to loose the frenetic energy building up in his body. 

She swallows the bite of grilled cheese in your mouth and nods, "Yeah, I know." 

The first thing he feels is relief. It’s cool and soothing and coats his body. The second thing he feels is utter bewilderment. "You know?" It comes out more accusatory than he intended. He’s just… shocked is all.

Nodding, she answers. "Yeah I've known for a while. Like a month now I think?" 

He can’t even string a whole sentence together. The only words leaving his mouth are half questions, “Who? I don’t- When did you? What?” She bites her lip to stifle a laugh and he takes a breath and tries again. 

“How did you find out?” 

She barely shrugs, gently lifts one shoulder and pats him on the knee, “A good investigator never reveals their sources…” He shakes his head, “but maybe it was a certain sister, who shall remain nameless”

It takes a minute or two for him to settle, but he stops and lays both of his hands on her knees. "It’s just as well I guess. You're okay with that? With my life?" He has to know she’s all in, just like he is. She won’t block his number and ghost him when she catches sight of the cardboard cutout of him that some of the bars downtown display as mostly a joke.

She lays both of her hands midway up his thighs, stares into his eyes and grins, "I don't scare easily."  Her smile is devastating and his heart explodes in his chest. She’s not going anywhere. She’ll still have him. All of him. 

He can’t help himself and he leans down and lays a kiss on her lips- mouth salty and soft. It’s sweeter somehow, with nothing separating them, "What a coincidence. That happens to be my favorite quality in a girl."

[klaus-goldstein]

Modern AU Snippet

This was originally supposed to be after Part 6 I believe?? After they got back from Christmas. It got cut and I went a different direction. It’s still a nice little date though. I haven’t touched this since June 2017, and it’s unedited. Don’t come for me lol. I may post more snippets.

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A knock on the door echoed through the apartment. 

“Liz, could you get the door? The pizza delivery guy forgot our garlic bread and he’s supposed to be coming back with it.”

Liz finished piling her pizza onto her plate so she could rush to the door. She tripped over a pair of shoes in the hallway and almost dropped her pizza but managed to save it at the last minute. When she opened the door though it wasn’t the delivery guy.

“Hello,” Klaus smirked at her and Liz felt her heartbeat speed up. She and Klaus had both been busy since getting back to new york and they had seen very little of each other. She missed him more than she cared to admit. 

“Hel-” 

Her word was caught in her throat when Klaus leaned forward to kiss her suddenly. Liz deepened the kiss and tried to slide her plate of food onto the table in the entryway without moving away from the kiss. It was the most ungraceful thing that she had ever done but she wanted her hands free and she didn’t want to stop kissing him. She finally managed to set her plate down without untangling herself from Klaus and wrapped her arms around his waist. 

“Are you happy to see me?” Klaus asked when they finally separated. He pressed a kiss to her temple and Liz tightened her grip around his waist.

“I am. Although, I wasn’t expecting you when I opened the door. The pizza guy is bringing our garlic bread so unless you have any bread then I’m a little disappointed.” Liz grinned up at him.

Klaus shook his head in exasperation and gripped her hips. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“Hmm, tomorrow night? I don’t think I’m doing anything.” 

“We haven’t been on an official date yet and I want to take you out. Would you like to go on a date with me?”

Liz opened her mouth to answer and saw the delivery guy come around the corner. She pulled away from Klaus and took the forgotten bread from the man. 

“Thank you.” She turned to Klaus and winked at him. “You see this is the way to a woman's heart. You give her cheesy garlic bread. If,” Liz paused and looked at the guy's name tag. “If Jeff here were to ask me out then I would definitely say yes.”

“You would?” Jeff raised his eyebrows in surprise and Liz had to fight the urge to giggle. Jeff looked entirely too excited by the prospect of going on a date with Liz. She had just been kidding and she felt bad that he took it seriously.

“Bye Jeff.” Klaus fixed him with a look and Jeff glanced back and forth between the two of them. Liz finally handed him a tip and he scampered away quickly.

“You got his hopes up.” Klaus sighed. Liz covered her mouth with her hand in order to stifle her laughter. Klaus leaned forward and brushed his nose against hers before kissing her again. “I’ll pick you up at 7:30.”

He pulled away and Liz watched him walk down the hallway to his apartment. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face when he turned back to glance at her. Liz leaned against the doorframe and waved at him. Klaus laughed and finally turned to walk away from her.

Liz closed the door and turned around. She jumped when she saw Amelia behind her. Amelia had both of eyebrows raised in surprise and was watching Liz intently. Amelia leaned against the wall and smiled slowly at Liz.

“What?”

“You two are so cute it makes me sick. Hand over the goods. The movie is about to start.” Amelia snatched the bread from Liz and headed towards the living room. Liz stood in the hallway and she couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot. She fished her phone out of her pocket and tapped it against her chin as she thought. She opened her messages and began to type.

“I didn’t reply to you but the answer is yes...:

“I assumed it was yes. Unless, you would rather take Jeff?”

“ha ha you think you’re so funny. What should I wear?”

“Something nice. Kind of like what you wore on the fake date.”

“Looking forward to it. :) See you tomorrow.”

Liz smiled down at her phone for a minute before burying her face in her hands. She allowed herself one squeal of happiness and fought the urge to jump up and down. 

“Get a grip, Liz. It’s just a date.” She whispered.

She grabbed her pizza off of the table and went to join Amelia in the living room for movie night.

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She hardly slept that night out of sheer excitement. The day dragged on until it was finally time for her to start getting ready. After spending an hour going through her closet she finally decided on an outfit. 

Liz touched up her lipstick in the bathroom mirror and surveyed herself. She had to admit she looked damn good. Her makeup was simple but for a pop of color, she had applied a dark red shade of lipstick. She wore a long-sleeved knit dress in black, the v neck gave it a hint of sexiness without being too over the top. She paired the dress with a pair of black over the knee boots. It was winter and she didn’t want her legs to freeze. The look had come together wonderfully and she was happy with the outcome. She felt confident in this outfit.

She grabbed her coat off of her bed and her scarf before leaving her room. Amelia and Luca were on the couch watching a movie and Luca whistled loudly when Liz walked into the room. Liz rolled her eyes and laughed when Amelia whistled too. 

“Wow.” Luca sat up and rested his head on the back of the couch so he could watch Liz. “Where are you going all dolled up?”

“She has a date with her new boyfriend.” Amelia grinned.

“New boyfriend? Anyone I know?”

“Nope.” Liz slipped on her coat about the same time someone knocked on the front door. She grabbed her purse and waved at Amelia and Luca over her shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”

“If you bring him back to the apartment then lock your door!” Amelia yelled after her.

Liz shook her head as she reached the door and opened it. Klaus was standing there and Liz smiled up at him. He froze at the sight of her and let his gaze traveled up her body. Klaus grabbed her hand and pulled her to him so he could kiss her.

Liz’s hands drifted under his coat and she wrapped her arms around his waist. Klaus pulled away from her after a minute but didn’t let her go. He took her hand again and spun her slowly. She laughed and indulged him as he looked her over.

“You look beautiful.” 

“Thank you.” Liz reached out and opened his coat. He was in a tailored gray suit and white dress shirt. He had forgone the tie and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. Liz’s gaze focused on the column of his throat for a moment before she shook her head to clear her vision. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Klaus draped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her to his side as they began to walk down the hallway. He pressed the down button on the elevator and kissed the top of Liz’s head. The two of them stepped into the elevator and rode down to the ground floor. They walked outside into the cold and the wind whipped past them. 

That was one thing Liz hated about the city. When the wind blew in-between the tall buildings it always felt so much colder. She huddled against Klaus and sighed happily when he pulled her closer to his side. Being in his embrace was one small perk to the cold weather. He smelled like cologne and mint. She buried her nose in his shoulder for a second and inhaled. She liked it.

“What are we doing tonight?” Liz wondered.

“We’re going to dinner and then the rest is a surprise.” 

“Really? What is it?”

“Well, I can’t just tell you.” Klaus sighed.

He hailed a cab and the two of them slid into the warm car. Liz settled next to him and she laced their fingers together. Klaus squeezed their intertwined hands. He pressed a kiss to her palm before giving the driver an address. Klaus turned to Liz and gazed down at her.

“What have you been up to since we got back into town?” 

His thumb was brushing the back of her hand and it was distracting. Liz swallowed thickly and reached up to push his hair out of his face. Klaus fixed her with a look and Liz smiled at him. She was so happy to spend time with him.

“Not much. I’m enjoying my break and I’ve slept in almost every day. It’s very cold outside so Amelia and I have mainly just stayed at home. Although we did venture out to the movie theater the other night. It’s been relaxing. What about you?”

“Well, my friend Randy is in town and he’s staying with me so I’ve been spending time with him.”

Liz laughed at his tone. He didn’t sound that happy about it. “Do you not like to spend time with him?”

Klaus sighed at the question. “I do, really I do. We have a complicated relationship. He and I have known each other most of our lives so he’s basically like my brother. I already have two of those, I don’t need another one. We fight like siblings. I’m a grown man but when he’s around we just drive each other crazy for no reason other than to irritate each other. It has been like that for our whole friendship.”

“Why is he staying with you then?”

“Because I wouldn’t have him stay anywhere else. He travels a lot so it’s good to see him when he’s here regardless of my irritation. He usually stays with me for a week or two, then goes to Elaine and Sebastian's for a week, and then to my parent’s for a few weeks. Then he goes down to D.C. to visit Elias before flitting off to his next destination.”

“Is he close with your family?” Liz wondered.

“Very. My parents consider him like another son. He lived with my family while we were in middle school and high school so he got to know my parents and brothers very well. You’ll meet him at the new years eve party.”

“What happened to his family?” Liz asked.

Klaus looked like he was about to answer when he noticed where they were. “We’re here. We’ll continue this inside.” 

He paid the driver and the two of them stepped out onto the sidewalk. Klaus led her into a nice restaurant. It was romantically lit and cozy inside and Liz felt the cold slowly leave her fingers. The restaurant was decorated in dark woods and warm colors. There was just something intimate about it. The chatter of people was soothing and the food looked good.

Liz looked around as Klaus talked to the hostess about their reservation and their coats were taken. The hostess seated them immediately and Klaus pulled Liz’s chair out for her. After their wine orders were taken Liz opened her menu and started to look it over. She didn’t know what to choose because everything looked so wonderful. After they received their wine and placed their orders Liz reached across the table to grab Klaus’ hand. He smiled at the action and played with her fingers gently.

“Continue what you were saying. I promise we won’t spend the whole evening talking about your friend but now I’m curious.” 

“It’s fine,” Klaus shrugged. “Just so you know everything I’m about to tell you is common knowledge. I’m not about to betray his trust by telling you all this.”

“Okay...” Liz tilted her head in confusion.

“Randy’s father is a horrible man. When Randy was small it wasn’t so bad but the older Randy got the more and more he and his father grew apart. At first, it was due to the fact that his father was always busy but then when they did spend time together they just realized how different they were. Randy’s father didn’t really care for him and Randy didn’t like his father either. His mother was never at home and when she was home she avoided her son and her husband.” Klaus said.

“Randy and I went to the same private schools growing up and his family ran in the same circles my parents did so we saw a lot of each other. We were primarily academic rivals and I wouldn’t really have called us friends during that time. Randy might disagree though.” Klaus smiled.

“His home life got unbearable and he didn’t want to go home so he started staying with me at my parent's house on weekends. Then weekends turned into a few days a week and then he was living with my family full time. And his parents didn’t even care. They never checked to see where he was or to make sure he was safe. It made my mother so angry. So she and my father made sure to include him in all family gatherings and holidays. When I said he was practically my brother, I wasn’t kidding. My parents raised him through his middle school and high school years.”

“Which brings us to the last few years. Randy’s father reached out to him because he wanted to start grooming him to take over the family business. Randy didn’t really want to but his father and family are real estate moguls with millions of dollars in properties. Randy wanted to make sure their hard work was taken care of regardless of his relationship with his family. So he indulged his father and started training to someday take over the company. Then he found out his father was doing some illegal things within the company, neglecting employee rights and things like that.”

“He confronted his father and when the man refused to do anything about it, Randy hired my father and brother and took him to court.”

Liz gaped at him. “Did he win?”

“Oh absolutely. Not only was the evidence solid but my father and Sebastian used up years of pent up anger as motivation in the case. I’ve never seen them work a case that smoothly. Their court sessions might as well have been a tv court drama they were so good.” Klaus smiled coldly. “They wiped the floor with Randy’s father, took his company from him and put him in jail. After Randy took him to court a whole bunch of lawsuits regarding the employee neglect started coming through so the convictions just kind of piled up. The company was placed at Randy’s feet. He told the board to hire a new CEO and that he would be a silent presence. His family still owns the company in name but it’s run by the new CEO and board. Randy has very little involvement and he likes it that way.”

“Oh my god.” Liz shook her head. “I can’t believe that.”

Klaus nodded. “It was bad but Randy is in control now and he’s cut off contact with his father and mother. He’s happy and that is all that matters.”

“Okay, well enough about that. I want to know about you.”

Klaus smiled slowly and Liz could’ve sworn he looked a little uncomfortable. “What do you want to know?”

“Are you not accustomed to people asking questions about you?” Liz wondered.

“No, I’m not actually. I’m close to very few people and most of them have known me my whole life so they already know a lot about me.” Klaus shrugged. “Ask your questions.”

“It’s nothing scandalous.” Liz laughed. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Purple or blue.”

“Okay, what’s your favorite food?”

Klaus looked thoughtful. “I don’t know I don’t really have a favorite. I like chocolate and tea. I love oranges, or kiwi, or tomatoes. When I have a cold I like to eat chicken noodle soup or grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“Favorite movie?”

“Raiders of the Lost Ark.”

“Really?” Liz giggled. 

“Yes.” Klaus smiled at her giggle.

“It’s a good movie.” Liz agreed. “Least favorite movie?”

“Any of the Star Wars films.”

Liz gasped in outrage. “I think we might have to end this date now.”

Klaus rolled his eyes at her shock. “Look, they are excellent movies but when I was little Sebastian was obsessed with Star Wars. I think I’ve seen the original trilogy like a million times. So, while they are good movies, if I never see one again it’ll be too soon.”

“Aaron went through a star wars phase too but we only watched the movies once a year.”

“We watched one every day, Liz. Every day.”

“Okay, then you are forgiven for not liking Star Wars but just because I find you so cute.”

“Well then thank god for that.” Klaus smiled. Suddenly he frowned and reached into the breast pocket of his suit jacket. He glanced at his phone for a moment and Liz noticed that it was ringing. He ignored the call and placed the phone on the table. “Sorry about that. Continue.” 

“Have you ever broken a bone?” Liz asked.

“I broke my arm and collarbone when I was in fifth grade.”

“How?” 

“A hockey accident. I played when I was little. I stopped after that.” 

“What was the first job you ever had?” Liz wondered. She hoped he wasn’t annoyed by the questions. She just wanted to know everything about him.

“I worked in a library at age fifteen. I shelved books and worked my way up to desk clerk. I worked at that library until I graduated high school and went off to college.”

“When and who was your first kiss?” Liz grinned mischievously at the question.

Klaus scoffed and Liz could’ve sworn she saw him blush. “My first kiss happened when I was fourteen and her name was Margot. We had been friends most of our lives and she was over watching a movie with me and I kissed her. We’re still friends and see each other from time to time.”

“Okay.” Liz leaned forward. “While we’re on this train of questioning, when did you lose your virginity?”

“Is that a first date question?” Klaus laughed loudly.

“You don’t have to answer it. I’m just curious.” Liz smiled.

Klaus smirked at her and started playing with her fingers again. “We’ll come back to that. When and who was your first kiss?”

“I was fifteen and his name was Corey. We were at a birthday party and we were playing spin the bottle.”

“You played spin the bottle?” Klaus laughed.

“I did.”

Klaus’ phone vibrated on the table again and he frowned as he checked the caller id. He ignored the call again and turned his attention back to Liz.

“I had sex my junior year of high school and it was with my girlfriend at the time. I haven’t spoken to her in years.” Klaus answered Liz’s earlier question.

“Have you had any other girlfriends since then?”

“School kept me busy but I have had three others since then. I haven’t dated anyone in the last six months though. My schedule just didn’t allow it. Now that I’m not traveling as much it is easier and well, you make it worth it. Even if I was still busy I think I would try to date you.” 

Liz blushed at his words and tried to stamp down the fluttering in her chest. It was only their first date and she was falling for him so hard. 

Klaus surveyed her and raised an eyebrow in question. “What about you? Have you slept with anyone?”

“I have,” Liz answered slowly. “It was my senior year of high school and it was with Vincent. There hasn’t been any other boyfriends between him and you. A few dates, but no long-term relationships.”

Klaus’ phone rang again and he sighed in irritation as he looked at the caller id. “I need to take this. That is the fourth time in the last few minutes Elaine has called me and she never does this. I just need to make sure everything is okay. I’ll be right back.”

“Go ahead.” Liz smiled at him and Klaus kissed the back of her hand in apology. He got up from the table and walked out to the entrance of the restaurant. Liz saw him answer his phone and he looked irritated. He was listening to Elaine and he pinched the bridge of his nose before relaxing. He hung up the phone and gave Liz a small smile when he saw her watching him.

He came back inside and spoke to the hostess before coming back to the table. He kissed Liz as he passed her and Liz blinked up at him curiously. She wanted to know what was going on. Klaus sat back down and sighed.

“I’m going to have to cut our date short. Our food is almost ready so they are going to wrap it up for us.”

“Is everything okay?” Liz asked.

Klaus took a deep breath. “Everything is fine. Elaine is an OB/GYN. She’s not on call tonight but she has a high-risk patient that has gone into premature labor and the patient is scared and asking for her. Elaine is more than happy to go up to the hospital but she has Matthew at home with her. Sebastian is in a meeting and she can’t get a hold of him and my parents and her parents are at a benefit. She’s taking Matthew with her to the hospital and I’m going to meet her there and pick him up. He’ll come home with me until one of his parents can come get him. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” Liz held his gaze. “I’m not about to get mad over something like this. I will never get mad at you for canceling plans if something is wrong. This is important. We can always go out another night.”

Klaus leaned across the table and kissed her suddenly. Liz smiled against his lips and touched his cheek when he pulled away.

“Thank you. I’ll take you home first and then I’ll go to the hospital.”

“Nonsense.” Liz waved her hand dismissively. “If you're taking him back to your apartment then it would be silly of you to make two trips to our building. I can just get a cab and go.”

“I feel really rude just putting you in a cab and sending you back to your apartment.”

“How about I just go with you, pick him up and then we can go back to our building? That way you won’t have to make unnecessary trips and I don’t have to leave you.”

“Are you sure?” 

“I’m sure. Let’s go.” 

Klaus settled the check and they got their food

[zenonaa]

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Fandom: Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc, Dangan Ronpa: Another Episode, Dangan Ronpa 3: The End of 希望ヶ峰学園 | The End of Kibougamine Gakuen | End of Hope's Peak High School, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fukawa Touko/Togami Byakuya Characters: Fukawa Touko, Togami Byakuya Additional Tags: transgender character, other characters too but they appear kind of briefly, Valentine's Day, some misgendering but never by the narrative, Happy Ending Summary:

'For Valentine’s day, Touko’s teachers would often task everyone with making a woven basket. It involves two different coloured pieces of paper, and after some cutting, folding and weaving, all that’s left to do is glue on a handle, made from paper or a ribbon, and voila. You have a heart-shaped basket, its main body a checkered pattern in a diamond shape and different coloured semi circles sticking out either side.'

A collection of Fukawa's Valentine's Day experiences.

Comments: Happy Valentine’s Day!

***

For Valentine’s day, Touko’s teachers would often task everyone with making a woven basket. It involves two different coloured pieces of paper, and after some cutting, folding and weaving, all that’s left to do is glue on a handle, made from paper or a ribbon, and voila. You have a heart-shaped basket, its main body a checkered pattern in a diamond shape and different coloured semi circles sticking out either side.

As for what goes in the baskets... well, chocolates. Initially, most children are not bothered with customs, so everyone gets everyone chocolate rather than only girls giving them out.

***

At kindergarten, Ishizaka-sensei brings in chocolate multipacks, and everyone in the class ambles about, dropping a wrapped piece into everyone else’s baskets. Touko’s basket is pink and purple, no blue, thank you, and no one thinks twice about that. When Ishizaka-sensei is distracted, trying to fix someone’s basket, Touko swipes a couple more chocolates from the table. Then she walks over to a table where her friend, Hiroto, is already eating some of his chocolate.

“H-Here, Hiroto-kun,” says Touko, holding out her hand. “For... For being my best friend.”

Without a ‘thanks’, he stuffs them into his mouth.

She smiles.

***

The burden of obtaining chocolates falls on students in elementary school. Fortunately for Touko, tomo choco tends to be inexpensive, and in class, Watamoto-sensei has them weave heart baskets. Yet again, Touko’s basket is pink and purple, pinned to the edge of her desk. 

Occasionally, a classmate slips cheap chocolate into it. She mouths ‘thank you’s, but nobody lingers, already moving to the next desk, where they gift smiles with their chocolates.

A girl draws up.

“Pink?” the girl scoffs, staring at Touko’s basket. “That’s for girls.”

Then she laughs, drops a chocolate in, and prances off. Touko curls up.

***

“This is kinda fancy for tomo choco,” remarks Hiroto, peering into the woven heart. His eyes flit from the basket to Touko, who stands before him with her hands clasped together. 

Only they remain in the shoe locker room, his kendo uniform in his duffel bag.

“It’s not tomo,” Touko starts. He interrupts.

“Aren’t girls supposed to give chocolates? Not boys?”

She winces. Straightens. Trembles. “I am a - ”

“Oi, Hiroto-kun!” calls a club member from the doorway. 

Hiroto turns toward them. “Coming!”

He tips the chocolates into his bag and on his way out, tosses the basket into the trash.

***

Touko sits on her bed, her legs crossed. The mattress dips in the middle because the boards broke a few years back and because her heart is very heavy. She sniffles and fiddles with a sheet of newspaper. 

His face stares up at her. Hiroto’s. Under a headline of ‘BLOODSTAIN FEVER SHIKOKU VICTIM NAMED’. Touko tears his picture out with her fingers even though she knows where she can find scissors. The newspaper quotes the eulogy she wrote for his funeral. She starts mouthing it off by heart, then breaks down sobbing. 

Her bedroom listens but doesn’t provide any comfort.

***

Most students eat in their homeroom, but in Touko’s junior high school, there’s a nook under a stairwell on the east side of the main building that she retreats to. If the library allowed it, she would eat there, but it doesn’t, so she finds refuge here, legs tucked up toward her chest. Beside her sits her tray, indentations for mixed veg, rice and meat.

She opens her paper heart and reaches in. Something brushes against her and she jerks her hand out.

A stinkbug. Miraculously, it’s still alive. Touko watches it fidget on her arm and names it ‘Kameko’.

***

“Hey... Fukawa-san, right?”

She pauses in the hallway and looks around. It’s a boy, her age - she recognises him from a neighbouring class.

“Y-Yes?” she stammers, shoulders hunched.

“I was wondering...” He puts his hands in his pockets and gives a smile, drooping on one side. “... if you’ll see a movie with me next Tuesday?”

Her eyes widen. Tuesday is Valentine’s day. She places a hand over her heart.

“I... w-would love to!” she croaks.

“Cool,” he says, then shrugs. “When you work out the details, let me know, okay?”

Touko nods. He strides off, and she cradles her cheeks.

***

For three days and three nights, Touko trudges through magazines. Sifts through internet forum pages. Advice blogs. Remembers all the books she has read. Touko does all this because a boy asked her out on a date. In the end, she decides on a three movie feature and even watches them beforehand so she’s prepared for the discussion afterwards.

And so, thirteen years old, she goes on her first date, giving him a paper heart with chocolates inside.

Except, during the first movie, he sneaks out.

When she eventually leaves, she sees the heart scrunched up in a trash can.

***

When one of Touko’s mothers finally wrangles out the reason why Touko’s crying in her bed under her duvet that night, she tuts dramatically.

“What did you expect?” she asks, sneering. Touko’s blotchy face quivers. “It’s your fault for falling for such an obvious joke. Honestly, what sort of self-respecting girl would date a boy like you?”

Okay, so Touko changed a few details.

When her mother leaves, Touko opens her satchel and pulls out the crumpled heart basket. She trembles, then tears it into pieces, and she can’t hear its screams over the grating wail screeching in her head.

***

Come high school, Touko applies to an all-girls one across the country, and after getting a diagnosis and agreeing to send payments to her parents on a monthly basis, she enrolls. The Valentine Days spent there are unremarkable, which for Touko, are the best so far. She receives tomo choco and overhears her classmates babble about their plans. 

“... we’re seeing a movie,” boasts a girl. Her friends swoon.

As for Touko, she spends that evening stumbling through alleyways, the local grocer’s lifeless face burned into her mind, stinging almost as much as the new tally mark carved into her thigh.

***

While attending Riverbank Girl's High School, Touko receives an offer to join Hope’s Peak Academy for her writing ability, and she enrolls there with the title of ‘Literary Girl’. Normally, she dreads Valentine’s Day, but as it approaches, she anticipates it with an excited quiver in her chest because of the student who sits in front of her in class.

Byakuya Togami.

Everyday, she stares at the back of his head. At first, they clashed. After all, what would he know about hard work? The real world? As a well-off heir, it seemed to her like he had everything he wanted handed to him. He didn’t earn her place, like she did. Didn’t fight to survive, like she did.

This is what she used to think.

During a skiing trip, their teacher paired them up, and she let slip her thoughts. Byakuya glared and weaved a tale of a young heir not expected to be anything. Who outperformed, outsmarted his older siblings in a competition, who were cast into obscurity. Exiled to be nobodies. And she stared at him, shivering, not just because the cold mountain air nipped at her.

“I had to be intelligent. I had to be strong. I had to be perfect. I couldn’t depend on anyone. I couldn’t allow myself to feel fear. I would become prey if I showed any weakness. I was, and am, in absolute control of my emotions.”

His words wrapped around her like a scarf and she started falling in love.

***

“I... I made you this!” Touko says, bent over and holding out a paper heart basket.

The world continues to bumble around the pocket she carved into the courtyard that only Touko and Byakuya are privy to. Outside their bubble, shadowy figures blur as they swim past and sound like they’re talking underwater.

Byakuya glowers at the basket. Even when pulling a disgusted face like that, it’s like the heavens sculpted him from their finest marble.

“Homemade? You needn’t have bothered,” he says, flapping his hand. “I don’t eat cheap stuff... I’ll direct it to my disposal crew.”

She blinks. Goes, “Eh?”

“It’s nothing personal,” he says dismissively, and her grip is so slack she barely feels him pull the heart from between her fingers. “I wouldn’t accept it from anyone. I will have children with women all over the world, handpicked from the elite, and I will marry the mother of the most worthy heir.”

He dismisses himself and strides off with the heart. Touko breathes in shudderingly. The world comes crashing back in, like gales during a storm. Her head dips forward and her shoulders shake, but no one passing by casts more than a cursory glance.

Then she cracks up laughing and throws her head back.

“S-Such honesty...!” she cooes, hugging herself, and a few people stop and stare. “It burns... It burns!”

A wide smile plasters across her face, consuming her, and even though the whole world exists around her, she fixates on Byakuya’s receding silhouette.

***

Last Touko saw the sky, it was as red as a cartoon heart and the blood that dyes the outside world. Now, it exists behind impenetrable steel plates, and her only skies are the black ceiling of her room and the blue paint in the indoor garden. 

Touko spots Byakuya in the library. He sits perfectly still. She imagines cobwebs clinging to him like puppet strings.

“Byakuya-sama...” Her small voice carries. Byakuya doesn’t stir. That doesn’t deter her. She approaches. “I... r-remembered you didn’t want homemade chocolates, so before...”

Before this happened. The world ending. Your family being massacred.

“... I bought you these,” she says, holding out a paper heart basket. 

She bought the chocolates months ago. When she returned to the school with them, she bumped into some of her female classmates, and after a bombardment of questions, she yielded. They had blinked and thought they were reminding her when they said it wouldn’t be Valentine’s Day for ages.

But, see, these were famous chocolates. Handmade by Ruruka Ando herself, former Super High School Level Confectioner. Touko’s search for Ruruka started a day after Valentine’s Day, and only with Koichi Kizakura’s help did Touko find her, as Ruruka seemed to have been blacklisted after her expulsion.

He accepted payment in the form of some of those chocolates, which Touko saw Jin eating earlier this very day.

Touko breathes. Byakuya doesn’t look up as she sets down the basket onto his desk, nor as she backs out of the room.

***

“BYAKUYA-SAMA!”

Touko’s scream rattles the corridor walls. The windows. Everyone’s teeth. Yasuhiro and Makoto jump. Byakuya simply winces. He keeps his head forward while the other two turn around. They all stop walking, however. 

As Touko runs over, her shoes squeak against the polished floor with every step, and she skids to a halt near them in a creamy corridor in Future Foundation’s main headquarters. 

Yasuhiro waves. Her smile wanes.

“Here,” she says, like a switch flicked off in her to make her voice dull, and she gives Makoto and Yasuhiro a pouch of cheap chocolate each. She lights up again when she holds out a heart basket for Byakuya.

His arms remain folded over his chest.

“You’re as persistent as threadworms,” he grumbles.

Yasuhiro raises a hand to his mouth, his eyebrows shooting up. “You have threadworms?”

“No, I don’t,” says Byakuya coldly.

“I know a cure for it,” Yasuhiro offers, and he receives a scowl from Byakuya.

“I don’t have threadworms!” Byakuya snaps. He extends a hand, but it’s to push away the basket. “And I don’t want this junk.”

Touko looks down at her feet. Her arms sag to her sides.

“Togami-kun, you’re way too harsh,” says Makoto, frowning.

“I’ll have it!” volunteers Yasuhiro, but when he reaches for it, Touko hisses and he jolts back, yelping.

“Tch, I’ll dispose of it myself,” says Byakuya. He snatches the basket and marches off.

Touko lifts her head and squeals happily, clutching her cheeks.

Makoto and Yasuhiro sigh simultaneously.

***

“... we managed to take back control of the radio tower,” says Touko, at a desk. “No casualties.”

The hotel room buzzes like there’s a fly constantly whizzing about, but really it’s the artificial lighting. It gags into silence only when the switch by the door is flicked off, but the absence of its sound combined with the lack of light always makes Touko’s skin crawl, like she knows a pervert is spying on her, so she keeps the lights on.

Other than herself, only Komaru ever goes into the hotel room, but Touko can’t shake off that feeling. In front of her, on the computer monitor, Byakuya gives a minute nod, regarding her with his chin propped up in his hand.

“Excellent work,” he says. Her face warms. The mask on his doesn’t crack.

“You can depend on me!” she promises. She salutes.

Byakuya continues staring at her.

“I can, can’t I?” he muses in a murmur, then he speaks normally. “Are there any supplies you want us to drop in?”

“A-Actually...” She wrings her hands. “There’s something I have to give to you.”

“Oh?” he lets slip curiously. His brow furrows. 

“It’s Valentine’s Day soon,” she tells him, nodding. He shifts in his seat. “I wanted to give you something - ”

Byakuya shushes her by showing her his open palm. She falters.

“This isn’t the time for that,” he says.

That night, in bed, Komaru snoring beside her, Touko replays his words.

‘This isn’t the time’ implies there is one.

***

But, there almost isn’t.

Touko finds out he almost died when he mentions it casually in conversation.

“W-What?” she asks, eyes bulging. She shakes and so badly wants to grab him, like he might disappear at any moment, but he exists in digital form in the hotel room. Instead, she balls her hands into fists so tight her nails will leave glowing crescents.

Byakuya backtracks a little, having been about to move the conversation elsewhere.

“The building collapsed,” he says with a shrug. “Someone accidentally triggered a trap. No one died, thankfully.”

He breathes in, meets her gaze, and flinches.

Her voice fractures on his name. “B-Byakuya-sama...”

Just like that, he could have died. With no chance for her to do anything about it. No chance to say everything she ever wanted to say to him. His lips purse.

“For goodness sake, there’s no need to cry,” he says, but not unkindly. However, his tone doesn’t exactly ooze with comfort. “I’m unkillable.”

Tension continues to seize Touko’s body. He adjusts his glasses. Tilts back his head a little. Glares at her now.

“Also, you know, Naegi’s sister told me how your alter nearly had you go into space chasing that Towa brat,” he reprimands. “I’m the one who should be telling you off. You would have died.”

“But I came back,” Touko retorts. Her vision blurs despite her glasses. “K-Komaru told me... she said she reminded my alter of you, and she gave up and came back down.”

“Gave up?” Byakuya repeats. He shakes his head. “No. I think... that love of yours... gave you and your alter the strength to return. For so long, I thought feelings like that were a weakness... but... it’s a terrifyingly strong emotion, isn’t it?”

Silence, for a beat. Then he drags his voice back out.

“I knew I could trust you for that mission,” he says. “If I thought you would fail, I wouldn’t have risked sending you. Fukawa, I can trust you... for lots of things, can’t I?”

“Eh?” is all she can manage. Shock seals her tear glands. 

His eyes flicker. A strange, new expression colours his face. He coughs into his knuckles. 

“Well, it seems everything is in order,” he says quickly. “I have a meeting soon so... I’ll talk to you again then, alright? Same time as usual. Bye!”

He hangs up before she can get another word in.

***

Touko, Kyouko, Aoi and Komaru spend almost an entire day in the new Hope’s Peak’s kitchen. Silicon molds allow for mass production of chocolate treats, though it’s debatable whether more chocolate fills the pockets of the molds than that which covers the kitchen worktop surfaces and sits in certain people’s stomachs.

“Let me have just one spoonful!” begs Komaru, draping herself over Touko from behind. 

Despite Komaru’s pleas, Touko doesn’t relent. She hunches over her bowl, hugging it to her chest, but no matter how much Touko wills sets of springs to emerge from her spine and propel Komaru off her, none manifest. Instead, Komaru swipes at the bowl again, missing.

“Come on! What if it tastes bad?” says Komaru. “Do you want to take that risk?”

Admittedly, that makes Touko waver. Komaru attempts another grab at it.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Kyouko remarks nearby, standing beside Aoi, and Komaru pouts.

After Touko writhes some more, Komaru backs off her. Touko huffs and twists her body away from them.

“‘F-Fine?’ It’s better than fine!” scoffs Touko, sticking up her nose. “I can’t give Byakuya-sama subpar chocolate. He deserves only the very best!”

She grits her teeth until they all nod and chorus their agreement.

By evening, their molds are stowed away to cool and set, and everyone present helps clean up. Touko buffs a counter with a cloth, focused on the same spot, and she doesn’t realise that Aoi has wandered over until Aoi suddenly speaks up.

“Are you worried about how Togami’s going to respond?” asks Aoi, and cringes almost immediately. “I mean... he’s not one to mince his words.”

Touko slows her buffing. Stares down at her clouded reflection.

One time, Byakuya told Touko that no matter the distance between them, his feelings for her would not change. Byakuya would not feel a thing. But like the streaks on the surface of the counter, she wonders about the cracks in his. Things he has said that like the marks on the counter, no longer were. Such as, he also said he didn’t value friendship. That emotional bonds were weaknesses. That he would stay with them only until they eliminated despair. Then he would be off, rebuilding the conglomerate.

Yet here they were. Still here. Still together. Like a flower, he bloomed, and she did too.

“I’m not worried,” Touko tells Aoi at the same time as her reflection.

***

“I... I made you this!” Touko says, bent over and holding out a paper heart basket.

The air prickles like an itch on the back of one’s throat begging to be eased with a cough, worsening the longer Byakuya’s living room holds its breath. Byakuya stares down at the basket, woven together with two colours, deep blue and purple. He takes it and rubs it thoughtfully between his fingers.

“I know you said you prefer store bought,” she says, straightening, “b-but...”

Byakuya’s eyes widen and her breath catches in her throat. His lips creak ajar but he doesn’t say anything.

“... I w-wanted to make something for you!” she blurts. Her hands squeeze together. She scrunches her face, but still looks at him. “I wanted to make you honmei choco! B-Because... I... love you!”

This isn’t news to anyone. Byakuya slips a hand into the basket and pulls out one of the chocolates. Specifically, it’s a tofu chocolate truffle in the shape of a heart. Each of the chocolates have been rolled in various powders, so they are raspberry pink, coconut white, cacao brown, or, like the one that nestles between his thumb and forefinger, matcha green. He examines it for a few seconds before popping it into his mouth. She puts a hand over her heart. 

The rest of her vision softens, leaving only his face in high definition as he chews. Byakuya swallows.

“It’s delicious,” he declares, and she squeals, grinning. “Actually, it’s good you’re here. I wanted to show you something.”

Touko nods, but she’s too excited to take in what he’s saying yet. He walks to his desk. Opens a drawer. Takes out something flat. Something yellow and blue, like his hair, like his eyes.

She does a double take. Returns to reality. Feels a tremor ripple in her chest. “T-That’s...!”

He shifts the object. It becomes two. Three. No, there were always three, two were just beneath what she saw first. They are woven hearts. Two are the same colours, while one is purple and blue like the one she just gave him. That makes four.

“Those...” Touko steps back. “I t-thought you got rid of those years ago...?”

Yes. Those were all the baskets that she had ever given him.

“One would assume,” he admits. “I found two of these in my locker when we were renovating the school... without the chocolates inside, obviously. I remember I donated the first lot to a local shelter, but since then... I confess I have eaten them.”

For all the times she played this sort of scenario in her imagination, with rosy backgrounds and glittery highlights, when it happens now, her mind screeches to a halt.

“At the time, I didn’t understand why I kept them,” he says. “They’re just pieces of coloured paper woven together. I didn’t even like them. I hated them. The first time, I took the chocolates and left the basket in my locker, intending to dispose of it later, but by the time I came across it again, I decided not to throw it away.”

She presses her fist against her lips. “W-Why?”

Because he loves her. That’s what the voice in her head says. But she has to hear it from him. Byakuya studies the hearts for a little longer, then meets her gaze.

“There were times when my mind would stray to you, so in the end, I kept them until I had an answer as to why,” he replies. “It still happens. In fact, in more recent times, it has been happening more regularly. It can be incredibly annoying.”

He wrinkles his nose. His cheeks flush a delicate pink, but she barely registers it.

“W-What is your answer?” she asks, mind spinning.

Byakuya cocks his head.

“I thought it was customary for the man to respond to a woman’s Valentine on White Day,” he says.

She twitches.

“I... d-don’t mind...” she says, but it means a lot.

He heaves a sigh.

“Well, I suppose I’m already breaking a lot of old Togami traditions, so let’s compromise,” he says. “I will partially answer now.”

Byakuya puts the baskets down, walks over, grabs her shoulders and stoops. His lips press against her forehead. She sets aflame.

“But... the conglomerate...?” she mumbles, beginning to wonder if she’ll wake up, and hooks her fingers against his shirt.

Touko doesn’t wake up.

“Of course, I will still rebuild it,” he says, pulling her closer. “With you, it will be better than it has ever been.”

[innaminitus]

Italian nights #1

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Request: I had this idea for a fic with Loki based on Blank Space by Taylor Swift where reader like the song in front of other people because she’s crazy and manipulative and seductive and goes through a ton if men but Loki learns she’s super anxious and sensitive in private??? Idk if that works, and it’s up to you if you wanna add smut (from @psycho-on-thephone) 

Warnings: first part of twoshot™, language, bisexual reader

Word count: 1635

A/N: I had a really bad night, worrying about that plagiarism thing... But you guys are the best and I wanted to thank you all for supporting me so much. I love you all and here is something spicy leading to hot, just as my “thank you” note. 

If you have any idea what song can second part be based on, let me know! I have some in mind, but you all always have such amazing ideas. 

Magic, madness, heaven, sin

You straddled the lap of a man you didn’t even know, his tongue in your mouth, his hands on your waist. Sweet and warm Italian air kissed your cheeks, the lips of the stranger took care of the rest.

You didn’t quite remember how you ended up in that position. Were you dancing? Drinking? Probably both.

His lips were bland and he was way too drunk to notice how sloppily he kissed you. You pulled out for a second to reach for your drink, but your eyes met something else than your glass.  

Saw you there, and I thought

Oh my God, look at that face

You look like my next mistake

Loki was leaning on the pillar, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He, Thor and some other Avengers arrived to Italy an hour ago, but you, Tony and Steve enjoyed the vacation for a day already.

You’ve never really talked to Loki before. He was a part of the team for barely a month and you were out for a spy mission though that time, so seeing him now, in a loose white shirt, with a bun on the back of his head, you felt something you would never suppose you’d feel for him.

He was hot.

You stood up from the stranger’s lap, grabbed your drink and walked away, ignoring his voice calling you. The scent of the sea filled your senses when you walked to the edge of a terrace the party was on.

“Hi-“ You swayed to the pillar Loki was leaning on.

“Hi.” He eyed you before turning his gaze back to the calm sea. He frowned when you didn’t move nor say anything. “Do you need something?”

Love's a game, wanna play?

“Dance with me,” you asked and reached your hand to him.

“I don’t dance.” He took a sip, and while his lips were still on the glass you grabbed it and drank the rest.

“You can break the rule for me,” you purred, cocking your head, the taste of whiskey stinging your tongue. You wanted him to play along, after all he wasn’t so shy himself and you liked the distraction a company of a handsome man gave you. “Aren’t you the God of Mischief, after all?”

A shadow of a smirk flew through his face as he slowly turned his gaze away from the sea and faced you.

“Why don’t you ask the man you kissed just a minute ago?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

Got a long list of ex-lovers

They'll tell you I'm insane

“I like to change the lips on mine more often than I probably should.” You walked closer to him and leaned on the pillar as well, your shoulder was touching his. “I need a drink.”

“Well, get me one, too, since you so thoughtfully drank mine.”

You pushed yourself off the pillar and smirked at him.

“We drink and then we dance?”

“I’ll consider it.”

You turned around in a ballerina kind of move and minced to the bar as his laugh followed you.

“I’ll have something very strong and very colorful. Two somethings,” you asked the bartender and watched him as he mixed different liquids and sprinkled the drinks with shimmering glitter.

You thanked for the drinks and swayed back to Loki, who, to your displease, was talking to some girl you didn’t know. She was pretty, her chestnut hair was tucked behind her ears and orange dress was teased by the wind, caressing her bare calves. Her smile was soft and her lips were plump and if you didn’t have other plans, you could seriously consider hitting on her, but her beauty was inconvenient for you now.

You danced your way back to Loki and ignoring the girl hotly pressed your lips to his.

“Got your drink, babe.” You kissed his cheek and pretending he wasn’t surprised at all, you turned to the girl. “Oh, is this the one you told me about? Yeah, I guess it would be fun to have her in a threesome.” You sipped your drink when she parted her lips and widened her eyes. “We have to get one thing straight, though. Do you like dildos?” You smiled sweetly and tilted your head.

“I- I-“ She gesticulated as if she was pointing at something behind her and without any other word quickly backed away.

You laughed and handed Loki his drink.

“You are crazy little thing, aren’t you?” He faced you with amusement. “And what would you do if she actually agreed for it?”

“I’d have a threesome.” You shrugged and he laughed. “And now, Mr God, we dance.”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dancefloor. Or at least tried to, but tripped and snorted when Loki quickly held you to not let you fall.

“Or maybe we sit, since you are unable to stand on your own.”

“Oh, goodie!” You clapped your hands. “Let’s grab something to eat, can we? There is this pizza place around the corner…” You managed to walk to the middle of the party when Toxic by Britney Spears sounded from the loudspeakers. “I love this song!”

Without much thinking you climbed the nearby table, quickly followed by a few other girls. You swayed your hips with them to the music, knowing well that Loki’s eyes were locked on you. A blonde girl’s chest was pressed onto yours as you both let your hands wander; smooth touches on your neck, on her waist, fingertips travelling along spines-

“Alright, that’s it,” you heard Loki say when the girl’s tongue was dancing along with yours.

Cherry lips, crystal skies

I could show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies

You're the King, baby, I'm your Queen

You felt a pull and suddenly the fruity taste of the blonde’s lipgloss was gone. You couldn’t hear much except from your laughter when Loki threw you over his shoulder.

“So where is this pizza place?”

You drunkenly guided him as he was grasping your thighs tighter to not let you fall from his shoulder. From the position you were in you had a perfect view on his ass and had to fight yourself not to spank it. You were weak, though, so you reached your hand and poked it a few times.

“You think you’re so funny?” He chucked and placed you back on your legs.

“Yeah,” you laughed and entered the pizza shop. The wonderful smell hit your nostrils and you almost moaned.

When you ordered and sat down on the table next to the window your stomach was rumbling. You shamelessly stuffed your face with a piece of this god’s miracle and this time you actually moaned.

Loki was watching you, barely touching his food.

“This is not you, is it?” He suddenly said and you raised your eyes on him.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed and tried to bite the sting of cheese connecting your lips and pizza.

“Drinking, sex, sharp tongue. What’s behind that?” His eyes were drilling yours, he looked as if he read your mind and soul, leaving you completely bare for him.

“There is nothing more than that.”

“That’s a lie and we both know it.”

It was a lie. Being like this was just easier. You didn’t have to deal with all the feelings you had fighting inside of you, nor with the psychical consequences of your actions for the Avengers.

You put the slice back on the plate.

“Fine, it’s a lie. Happy now?” You raised a brow on him and he smiled slightly. “I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream. Just a mess covered with trash and wrapped in a bow.”

Screaming, crying, perfect storms

I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns

“And how is casual sex helping you with that?”

You sighed and leaned on the backrest, suddenly not that hungry anymore.

“I… I just suck at relationships. I am unable to create a healthy one, okay? I’m jealous and dominant.” You shook your head. “I am scared that I will be alone forever, because which normal human being would want to date possessive Avenger spy?”

“And how about a god?” He asked silently.

You shot your head up so fast it hurt.

“W- what?” You stuttered.

He shrugged and crossed his arms.

“I say… Let’s hang out during this trip. You’re fucking insane, but at least you’re not boring like the rest of the team.”

You snorted and reached for your slice, picking up the mushrooms and throwing them into your mouth.

“Alright, let’s do it.” You nodded. Maybe it was a good idea? To have someone babysit you so you wouldn’t do anything even close to what happened in Budapest with Nat and Clint.

“So I keep you away from cocks-“

“And pussies,” you interrupt him, biting on the crust.

He nodded, laughing.

“And pussies, and from drinking too much. And you?” He tilted his head.

“And I will make sure your stay here will be… unforgettable.” You winked at him. “Deal?” You reached a hand to him and he shook it.

“Deal.”

I've got a blank space, baby

And I'll write your name

[chaoticneutralwriter]

15; Dark Chocolate

In which you recall satisfying your hunger with expensive chocolate but Jimin satisfied his in a very... different way.

idol!Jimin x staff!reader

genre: fluff, comedy, romance, things get a little spicy/steamy, slow-burn

word count: 6.3k (ooof)

A/N: So I decided to jump ahead in the timeline for this AU bc OOOF you know that look has birthed how many AUs and got me feelin’ all kinds of ways the power of Park Jimin. And whoo okay first stab at writing something a little more intimate and i suuucckkk so ;w; keep your expectations low.

You breathe in deeply, trying to regulate your palpitating heart because you cannot afford to be sweating in this dress right now. Funny and ironic because the dress is precisely the reason why you’re very close to breaking out into a nervous sweat. It’s a fancy award show in Japan, one of which you had to be part of the ‘escort’ team for the boys which you had no problem with (hey, it’s free access to a full award show), only part of the job was also having to adhere to the dress code.

 Your coworker had more of a field day than you when she heard the news, and aggressively insists that she helped you pick out your dress. In part of her insistence, she had talked you into wearing a rather daring number because, ‘you can’t have those idol girls show you up in front of your man! You need to work it girl!’

 And you can’t say her hype-woman ways didn’t get to you because here you are, about to step out of your hotel room to meet up with the rest of the team in that very same dress. The deep crimson colour is nice, it’s definitely something you’d wear but the cut of it is a whole other story. It had a plunging neckline that you can’t say you were use to but as if that wasn’t enough of being out of your comfort zone, the dress had a dual split-front right up each leg that allows for double the Angelina Jolie stance. The only thing saving you from chickening out completely in changing into your ‘backup’ is the long sleeve of the dress; it makes you feel a little…less exposed. Red strapped heels, a little smokey eye, loose waves that was side swept completed your ensemble that had you practically holding up a sign that screams, ‘Lady in Red.'

 You reach up to tuck the loose strand of hair back behind your ear, scowling a little at how shaky your hand had become. You huff once; trying to settle yourself once again by giving a pep talk that you can do this. You can totally march out of here and sashay your way like you own this place. Girl, you. Look. Good.

 Satisfied, you grab your small clutch, checking over if you forgot anything and then fling the door open before the surge of confidence goes away. Your heels are muted against the carpeted flooring of the hotel, but you put an extra stomp to your step to also keep yourself from tripping (heels and carpet are not a good combination). You round the corner just in time to the designated meeting spot, only finding a couple of people already there, dressed up to standard for the occasion.

 You greet them with a bow though you modestly kept a hand close to your chest to avoid unnecessary flashing and smile shyly when compliments were given your way. It boosts your confidence a little, however it fans at your nerves just a little more as slowly but surely, the members start making their appearances.

 “Ohh wow, noona.” Hoseok smiles widely, giving an approving nod your way that makes your cheeks heat up involuntarily. “You’re like a true ‘Lady in Red’. Ah, they’re done for now.”

 You laugh breathlessly; waving off his comment as if he could really say anything about you when he looks about ready to kill half the nation with just his looks alone (the stylists has unleashed the forehead after all, your prayers to the fandom). You say so as much and he laughs boisterously in return, clearly embarrassed by the way his face flushes pink even under the foundation. As more of the boys trickle in, looking red carpet ready in a variety of black suits, the cycle is repeated; greetings were exchanged along with compliments and whoever threw it out first was given one in return and soon everyone is reduced to a bashful, awkward shy mess (even Seokjin, who held out the longest, had his ears turning redder than a tomato by the end of it).

 It makes you feel a little at ease, the way these six arguably most sought out men are still not used to being dressed up and complimented for their good looks. However, your ease was short-lived when the last of the member, Jimin, strolls up, still in the process of shrugging on his jacket with the help of stylists trailing behind him; this man who you thought couldn’t steal your breath away any more than he did on a regular basis, is doing so to the point you don’t even know what breathing is anymore now.

 He’s dressed in a classic black suit to match with the rest of his member’s look; no shine, no sparkles, just plain and simple but the clean look of it along with his coiffed, neatly styled hair had him looking like the heir to an insanely large business mogul, or better yet, an actual CEO of one. The moment he looks up from straightening and buttoning his jacket, eyes meeting yours….

 Hoseok’s right; they’re done for, and by them he actually should’ve meant you because holy hell.

 Jimin looks surprised for a moment as his gaze moves over you, feeling him taking you in and you resist the urge to swallow loudly but by the time his eyes trail back up to yours, it’s taken on a darken look that you can’t help but immediately break eye contact. Thankfully, the managers has taken to getting everyone moving once all was accounted for so the exchange had gone unnoticed, save for the ever watchful and attentive members who only share knowing smiles at one another.

 Your focus is immediately drawn on the rundown of your duties and what’s expected of everyone who’s supporting that’s being given. As much as it’s nice to get dolled up, you still had a job to do. So in a whirlwind that you’re still not quite used to, you’re rushed into separate vans and transported to the venue.

 As soon as you’ve arrived, you go your separate ways to be able to meet and escort the boys ahead of time, touch up their makeup and straighten their suits and direct them to the right staff members to be shown their seats. 

 You find yourself trying to catch your breath for the second time that night from all the rushing you had to do.

 Right on time, the boys walk through after being interviewed on the red carpet, greeting the camera before disappearing down the hall to enter the auditorium through another set of doors meant for artists.

 “Y/N-ssi, can you straighten Jimin-ssi’s tie? It looks like it’s bunching a little.” A makeup artist asks, glancing up only briefly from blotting Yoongi’s face. You gulp but nod regardless, tucking the makeup bag under your arm before you move to where the blonde is standing. He just got his makeup retouched, the makeup artist moving on quickly to the next member, which allowed for you to take her place in front of him. You firmly keep your eyes on his tie; gaze barely traveling up beyond his chin but the close proximity still has your heart beating faster than it should. You could practically feel his breath fanning against your forehead.

 “You look beautiful tonight, noona.” He speaks lowly, keeping the conversation between just the two of you. It makes your breath hitch a little as you look up from beneath your lashes, straightening his tie as best you can.

 “I look like a potatoe beside you.” You say in an attempt to brush off the compliment from burning your cheeks off; it doesn’t work thanks to Jimin’s breathless chuckle.

 “Don’t say that. If anything, you’ll be a sweet potatoe; my favourite.”

 You snort a little before covering it up by clearing your throat. You can only smack him lightly against his chest for giving such a greasy line. He doesn’t seem to care if the wide grin on his face is anything to go by. Your hands travel up to fix his collar and it’s then that you feel him leaning closer; much too close to having one’s collar be fixed. You subtly begin to lean back, but all he does is follow and that’s when you know; he’s teasing you.

 The little shit.

 You give one last pat before stepping away completely, his cologne lingering in your senses. He sends you a smirk before he’s rushed off with the rest to get to their seats. You let out a sigh, giving your own pat on the face to get a hold of yourself as you’re being called away.

 “Since you’ll be seated in a VIP section, can you film some footage for Bangtan Bombs?”  A VJ asks, handing you a handy cam. You’ve only been given permission to film a couple of times but it’s enough for you to get the gist of working the camera and what sorts of footage they want.

 Flashing your staff badge around your neck, you’re lead to your own seating section, placed at the very edge of the artist seating area up top. If you strained your neck a bit, you spot the backs of the boys’ heads and though you had to also angle yourself to get a view of the stage, you were satisfied with your seating (and you get your own modesty blanket too, sweet). Settling in, you brace yourself for the long ride.

 Halfway through the show and about three awards won by the boys later, you set your camera down to give your arm a rest during a commercial break. You roll your shoulders, trying to work out the kinks and contemplate on going to the restroom to freshen up and stretch your legs.

 One bathroom trip later, all the water is gone from your stomach, which makes you realize how hungry you actually are. Is there a secret snack table for artists somewhere that you can mooch off from? Damn it, that’s what you forgot: snacks in your clutch, you should’ve snuck some.

 Pouting, you make your way back to your seat only to be stopped by none other than Jimin. He smiles before waving you over from his seat next to Namjoon’s (who’s missing, probably a bathroom break like you) and curiously, you make your way over.

 “Is there something you need?” You ask, grabbing the larger fabric of your dress to make a makeshift modesty blanket to kneel down without flashing anyone and lean a little closer to him to talk over the noise. Jimin, in turn, leans in and you had to hold yourself back from shivering when his voice comes close to your ear.

 “When we go perform, you can take my seat to film; it has a better view of the stage.” 

 You blink perplexedly but all he does is shoot you a charming smile that has you blushing almost immediately. You avert your gaze, clearing your throat and hurriedly agree to slink back to your seat, already feeling the heat of the cameras, no doubt from Jimin’s fan sites. You’d rather not have a field day in doing damage control if anything gets blown out of proportion. However, Jimin seems to have other ideas.

 “How are you enjoying the show? Are you doing okay?” His hand subtly grazes the wrist of your hand that’s hidden from prying eyes, stopping you from your retreat. You nearly keen over at the genuinely sweet concern he has but also very well nearly combust at the same time.

 “I’m doing okay, I’m also really enjoying the show and performances. Also,” You beam, can’t help the widening smile that stretches across your painted lips. “Congratulations, to you and Bangtan; looks like you’ll each be getting a trophy before the end of the night.” 

 Jimin’s own smile takes up his face, eyes crinkling to crescents as he bashfully tilts his head to the side as if trying to hide the pink tinge taking up his cheeks. “Ah, noona, don’t say that…” 

 You let out a little laugh but compose yourself as you catch sight of the broadcasting camera getting into position and the big screen showing their last advertisement, signaling the start of the show again.

 “I should get going.” You say, making show of fixing your staff badge around your neck. 

 “Ah, yeah.” Jimin makes a move to run his hand through his hair but stops himself midway, realizing he shouldn’t ruin it and instead places it on the back of his neck to rub shyly, averting his gaze. You hold back a giggle at how cute he looks. Before you straighten up fully, he speaks up again. “I hope you look forward to our stage.”

 You smile back at him, not hiding your enthusiasm. “Of course I will.” 

 And you were definitely not disappointed. Their stage has never failed to amaze you and the audience alike; always so pumped with energy, precision, and showmanship that have the auditorium shaking (literally! You swore you felt your seat vibrate to the beat of the song). As well as per Jimin’s suggestion, you got quite the view and you swear more than once you’ve caught Jimin purposefully going towards your side of the stage just to show off.

 Cheeky.

 But as fast as the excitement came, it’s over in a flash and before you know it, you’re preparing to leave for the hotel. Everyone is rightfully exhausted and you don’t blame them; the entire night you didn’t think the boys were in their seats for more than fifteen minutes at a time. However, there’s still a slight buzz in the air that conveyed their good mood as everyone piled into the vans. Even so, a shower and warm bed (and maybe some room service) is something everyone is looking forward to now.

 You all pile into the elevator, the boys chattering amiably with each other about their performances, the awards and how thankful they are that everything went smoothly and no one got hurt, as well as the awards they were blessed with. 

 “I told Jimin you guys would probably be getting an award each to carry home by the end of the night. I should’ve turned it into a bet.” You playfully say, causing most of the boys to laugh.

 “Wow, you would’ve made a fortune!” Seokjin exclaims while still laughing. The blonde in question giggles before you feel his arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him until you feel the heat of his body. He’s changed out of the suit and tie like the rest of the boys, wearing a comfy sweatshirt and dark pants. His hair is still styled and he’s yet to wipe off his makeup too, but the dressed down appearance makes him radiate boyfriend vibes.

 “I’ll buy you something nice then as a way to congratulate you on your prediction.” And if you weren’t already flustered enough, he places a chaste kiss on the top of your head. It elicits a series of whoops and hollers that practically shake the lift. 

 “I—That’s not what I mean, you don’t have to do that Jimin-ah.” You mutter bashfully.

 “What if I want to spoil you?” is his confident reply.

 “Oohhh!! Manly Park Jimin-ssi!!” Hoseok whoops, joined in by Jungkook who’s contorting his expression into something between hardcore cringing and wholesome hyping.

 You try to seem appalled by the renewed ruckus but can only muster a half-hearted smack to Jimin’s chest before burying your face in it when the catcalls from the other boys don’t stop.

 “Hey, stop guys you’re making her shy.” You hear Jimin reprimand lightly, hearing the slight laughter reverberate from his chest as he rubs your back in comfort. “Don’t mind them noona.”

 “Okay, okay, leave the two lovebirds alone guys.” Namjoon chimes in just as the lift reaches the right floor. You had to hold back a laugh on that as you remove your face from your makeshift hiding space by the way Jimin whines at his other members to stop teasing him. You all shuffle out and the boys start going their separate ways to their rooms except for Jimin, who’s seems very adamant on keeping you glued to his side as he leads you in the direction of your room.

 With the shouts of goodnights (and more teases) dying down behind you, you’re finally left alone in the quiet hotel hallway with the handsome blonde.

 “Are you hungry? Should we have dinner together before sleeping?” Jimin asks, voice taking on a low timbre. As if by the mention of food, you feel and hear your stomach rumble and growl as if agreeing for you. It pulls a tinkling laugh from Jimin, one that makes you duck your head in embarrassment, even though you had no intentions of turning down his suggestion, so you could only mumble a yes. 

 You think you hear a ‘cute’ amongst his giggling as you fish out your room card and unlock your door. As you both head inside, he gives your waist a squeeze before breaking off to head over to the phone.

 “What do you want to eat noona?” He calls from over his shoulder as you awkwardly try to unstrap your heels and walk at the same time, eager to flop onto your bed. 

 “A salmon fillet? Maybe miso ramen…?” You trail off, not really sure because you just need sustenance so Jimin’s affirmation noise of hearing your initial answer doesn’t bother you. You finally get your heels off with a huff of relief, flinging them to where you think your luggage is and as you’re about to swan dive into your downy duvets, you’re stopped by the sight of a dark brown box, tied with a nice golden bow, situated perfectly in between two lumps of towels folded expertly to look like swans.

 Chocolates.

 More specifically; Godiva chocolates.

 Bless.

 You like to thank God but also Jesus for allowing you to have this bougie job to be able to get these bougie chocolates in your time of need, you think as you nearly mangle the perfect bow of the ribbon in getting the lid open to the cocoa goodness inside.

 Each piece looks delectable and mouth watering, so you didn’t give it much thought as you pluck one out and pop it into your mouth. You moan to yourself in satisfaction as the first rich taste of chocolate hits your taste buds, your stomach approving as well. You get through the first piece in no time, eager to pick out a second one. As you work through your second piece, you actually take a look at the back of the lid to see what flavours you’re currently eating and which are left (though to be honest, it’s not like it’ll change your mind on not eating them since they all sound as delicious as they look).

 “What’re you up to pretty girl?” 

 You’re startled by a deep Busan drawl and you’re quick to realize that it’s Jimin who snuck up behind you while you were so immersed with your chocolate studying. You swallow the piece in your mouth loudly (you rather not risk choking on it instead), eyes wide from his close proximity. He only smirks mischievously at you, eyes hooded and dark like you had seen just briefly when you first walked out of your room, making your breath hitch a little before his eyes drift to your point of interest.

 “Oh, chocolates! Were they complimentary?” And like that, sweet, angelic Jimin is switched back and it takes you a moment to reorient yourself.

 “Y-Yeah; found them on the bed and…got kinda hungry…” You answer lamely. Jimin hums noncommittally, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder so naturally that you’re a little envious at how easily he initiates skinship.

 “Looks good, can I have one?” His breath tickles your cheek and you have to fight off a shudder to hold up the box and offer it to him. He doesn’t make any movement to reach for one and as you throw him a questioning look, he shoots you a grin before opening his mouth with an ‘ah’ in response.

 Ah, this little—

 “I don’t know which one you want.” Your voice comes out strained, trying to keep cool. Jimin takes the time to laugh.

 “I think anything you give me will be good.” 

 “But you have hands….”

 “But I like being fed. Especially if it’s you.”

 Wow…. You’re about to ascend soon.

 You can only blink at him, having been rendered speechless with a gradually heating face and all he does is smile back innocently. It goes on for what seems like minutes before he nudges you and throws in his finishing move; a pout. You give in. 

 Taking a glance at the chocolate box, you scan it briefly before picking a piece out and bring it up to Jimin, who eagerly leans forward to capture it with his mouth. Least to say, nothing could've prepared you for the feeling of warm, plush lips brushing against your fingertips. You’re lucky that the chocolate piece was in his mouth or else you would’ve definitely dropped it by how fast you take back your hand in surprise, heart racing a mile a minute.

 Jimin doesn’t seem to mind, chewing cheerfully and letting out an exaggerated hum of satisfaction. “Mmm… These really are Godiva chocolate huh?” 

 You nod, trying to calm yourself by choosing another piece of chocolate to devour. You take one blindly and pop it into your mouth without thought, letting the sweet taste wash over you and it seems to do the trick.

 “Noona.”

 You turn on instinct and are met with a familiar feeling: warm, plush lips. Only this time, they graze the corner of your mouth. It’s so feather-light that for a moment you weren’t sure if you actually felt them but he lingers, waiting and watching you. For a moment, you forget how to breathe (for the nth time).

 “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Was that okay?” He asks carefully, voice a little above a whisper as if he doesn’t want to scare you. You feel his breath fan against your cheeks, the sweet smell of the chocolate faint but you find that his words were sweeter. It makes you smile.

 “It’s fine…. You just surprised me.”

 “Then…. Can I kiss you?”

 The question never fails to make butterflies flutter in your stomach and you find that every time, your answer doesn’t change; you nod. You can see the way he lights up, holding a smile back before leaning in to press his lips fully on yours. You meet him halfway. The kiss is slow and tender, wherein Jimin takes his time in molding his lips to perfectly fit yours, enjoying the taste and feel. Though this isn’t the first time he’s kissed you, he still acts like it does, committing every moment to memory. You’re absolutely lost in the feeling, eyes shut and just letting your senses and him guide you that you almost miss the way he pulls you closer, shifting you so that you’re practically on his lap and facing more towards him. 

 You feel his hand cup the underside of your jaw, caressing lightly with his thumb and the rings on his fingers feel much cooler against your rapidly heating skin. There are moments that you two break away briefly, but as if like magnets, you draw back to each other for more. As the kiss drags on into a full blown make-out, Jimin gets more confident.

 You feel the first brush of tongue against your bottom lip; it’s light and almost cautious, like he’s testing the waters. It takes you by surprise that your brain stutters to process it. Now this is definitely a first. It’s a first but you find yourself not wanting to shy away and though your heart is racing with anticipation and nerves, you still felt a sense of trust and security. So tentatively, you part your lips. 

 For a moment you think you’re doing it wrong but then you feel Jimin shift and then you feel a brush of his tongue again, this time against the roof of your mouth. You shiver involuntarily then, floundering but with Jimin’s coaxing, he draws you deeper into the kiss. You can practically taste the chocolate he just had: the sweet and bitter taste intermingling with the velvet feel of his lips and tongue. The new sensation has you sighing against his mouth, feeling like putty.

 He pulls away slowly, lips swollen and you swear a little pinker thanks to your faded lip tint; you wonder if yours is in the same state. The bedside lamp casts dark shadows across his face, highlighting the sheen his lips have taken and not hiding how blown out his pupils have become. You’re both out of breath, panting as you take the other in but Jimin is evidently less in a daze than you are because he’s moving again with a mind made up.

 He reaches for the forgotten chocolate box that you still have clutched in your hand, letting him take it from you to place on the nightstand.

 “I think that’s enough chocolate; don’t want to spoil dinner.” Jimin’s voice has taken on a deep rasp that has your breath hitching in your throat, eyes smoldering in a way you’ve never seen before. You lick your lips out of nervous habit but the action seems to catch Jimin’s attention, dark eyes flitting to them before they come back up to lock on you again. And as if like a trigger, he leans forward, capturing your lips with a kiss that belies ferocity. You’re absolutely flustered that for a moment you have a hard time keeping up with the way he molds his lips to yours and suddenly you think you might be dinner.

 Your hands find his shoulders as a brace and he seems to lean more into your touch eagerly. As he shifts to put more of his weight into you, you naturally let your hands travel to accommodate, leaving no resistance and soon, as if wanting to eliminate any space, he’s got you both falling back against the bed with your arms around his neck and him pulling you closer by your hips.

 “I haven’t kissed you at all tonight.” He says breathlessly between kissing you senseless. “I thought I was going to go crazy.”

 You let out a quiet laugh, not really understanding his dramatics but it’s hard to think properly when his lips are doing such a good job at distracting you. Jimin eventually lets his lips wander, pressing kisses to your jawline and moving downwards, keen on covering every surface of skin he can find.

 “And you had to go looking like this too. Ah really, are you trying to kill me noona…” He sucks a kiss into your neck, just below your ear and like a knee-jerk reaction, your back arches and the first sounds of a soft moan is pulled from your lips. It comes out before you realize it and immediately you feel your face become redder than a tomato, eyes widening because holy shit….

 Jimin freezes at the sound too, his ministrations halting though you can still feel his warm breath tickling against your damp skin. And then, you feel a twitch of his lips that you belatedly register as a smirk before they’re moving again on your neck. His newfound knowledge of the sensitive patch of skin lets him easily pull more breathy moans and soft whimpers from you. You’re starting to wonder who’s really trying to kill who at this point.

 Evidently, his lips were not the only thing that’s wandering. You feel the weight of the hand on your hip begin to shift, trailing down until you feel deft fingers brush your bare thighs. Your leg twitch as you freeze, startled; you completely forgot your dress had those revealing slits. Jimin stills his hand, hovering just out of reach at your reaction and he lifts his head up from kissing your collarbones to meet your gaze, worry washing away the cardinal hunger.

 “Sorry, I startled you. Do you want me to stop?”

 You take the time to gather yourself, blinking away the haze. “Ah…” You’re not sure what to say, your clearing mind giving way for self-conscious thoughts to invade. It’s not that you didn’t like it, just that you’re still testing the waters yourself with being intimate with someone after so long. But despite your obvious fumbling, Jimin is patient and considerate, always making sure you’re comfortable above everything else. 

 You can’t contain a smile at the thought.

 “What?” Jimin chuckles as he rests his hand on the mattress, the piercing grey-blue contacts he has on muted by the adoring gleam his eyes radiate; they practically drip honey.

 “Nothing…. Thank you for being so concerned, Jimin.” You say sincerely, voice quiet from not wanting to break the intimate moment that’s still lingering in the air.

 He shoots you a beaming smile, bringing up a hand to brush your hair back from your face. 

 “What are you saying? What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn’t?”

 Boyfriend….

 The word makes a warmth blossom in your chest, which is ironic enough because months before, the word had no meaning to you nor did you really want there to be. You remained indifferent to it. That is, until you met Jimin who’s managed to worm his way into your heart and you’ve never been more thankful. 

 “Mmm you’re right…” You grin back. 

 “Of course,” He says smugly, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours, not before sneaking in a quick peck to the tip of your nose that has you giggling. “You could say you have the best boyfriend in the world.”

 You hum, biting your lip to keep another fit of giggles from coming in an attempt to play coy. But what can you say; Park Jimin is a man with his words.

 You sigh, feigning reluctance, “I guess I have no choice but to acknowledge it.”

 Jimin smiles widely to the point his eyes disappear and he has to contain his own bout of giggles. “And you’re the best girlfriend in the world.” He says, voice full of affection before kissing you. Soon though, the soft, short kisses gradually turn deeper and longer. 

 “I don’t mind…” You get out huskily before you’re completely lost in the heat of it all again. Jimin pauses, a mere breadth away to register what your words meant but when he does, his breath hitches a little. His eyes search yours as if making absolute sure, to which you offer a small smile, not looking away from him as you raise a reassuring hand to rest on his cheek.

 That’s all he needs to dive back in with renewed enthusiasm. Your senses were filled with nothing but Jimin; the feel of plush lips kissing yours swollen, the smell of his cologne, the softness of his hair as your fingers run through them and the sounds of his pants and muffled moans, all blending together into an intoxicating drug that has you wanting more.

 Like a scene repeating itself, you feel the first brush of fingers along your thigh once again, only this time; they daringly progress further until you feel the whole warmth of his palm resting on it. 

 “So soft….” Jimin breathes out, more to himself than to you, letting his hand glide slowly over the smooth skin reverently. Before you can let out a laugh, endeared by his unconscious slip of thought, he’s back to sucking kisses on your neck and down your throat and all you could do is shut your eyes and lean your head back, the sensation overwhelming.

 It only allows more access of skin for Jimin and he’s all too pleased as he brings you as close as you can, dragging your leg to wrap around his hips with a firm hand, kneading so delectably into the aching muscles. It’s getting hot, you’re getting hot, and this dress you’re wearing is starting to stick to you like a second skin uncomfortably. And on top of that, Jimin’s sweatshirt is not helping in elevating the heat; it’s just making it worse.

 But just as your hands start to tug at the fabric of Jimin’s shirt, a loud melodic chime cuts through the air. 

 You let out a loud gasp like you had been shocked, nails seizing into Jimin’s shoulder and he chokes out a groan as his attention whips to the direction of the door, body taut from the sudden interruption. After a moment though, he breathes out through his nose, deflating and then dropping his head to rest on your shoulder, blond strands of hair tickling your cheek as you let out your own breath to calm your racing heart.

 “Aish, really…. this timing…” You hear him grumbling and you had to hold back a laugh. The doorbell rings again, the incessant noise a signal that you would have to put this steamy session on hold for another time. You pat Jimin’s arm lightly and he reluctantly lets up his weight.

 “We can tell them to come back….” Jimin tries, blinking wide, puppy-dog eyes at you but you shake your head, smiling widely at him.

 “Jimin-ah I’m hungry, we need to eat.” 

 “But I already had my dinner.” 

 “Yah Park Jimin—!” You gasp, giving his shoulder a nudge, scandalized. He only doubles over laughing, tossing himself to rest beside you on the bed all squeaks and giggles. You roll your eyes playfully, getting up to make your way to the door but Jimin stops you by standing as well and grabbing your wrist.

 “It’s okay noona, I’ll get it for you.”

 “I can go get it, I’m already—“

 “No, no I’ll do it.” Jimin insists, spinning you so that you trade places before forcing you to plop back onto the bed. “A princess shouldn’t have to get up.” 

 “Princess…” You wheeze incredulously as Jimin just laughs again. You shake your head in disbelief though your lips twitch in holding back another smile. He rushes off to get the door and before long, he’s wheeling in a white-clothed table with silver serving covers. He pushes it over to where you’re sitting before he dramatically makes a show of presenting the dish like he’s a butler.

 What a goof.

 The rest of the night is pretty much spent enjoying each other’s company; Jimin talking about episodes that happened before getting on stage and meeting his other idol friends (while occasionally asking to be fed and sampling your food). The atmosphere is relaxing and you can’t help but find it a little amazing that you’re sitting here; with Jimin who’s become someone you deeply care and love. And crazier is that he’s willing to stick by you and help break out of your shell, even when you don’t know what you’re doing half the time. 

 Well, you suppose neither of you do really. 

 But you guess that’s the comfort of it all.

 -

 It’s a little past midnight by the time Jimin decided he should let you rest of the night. Ever the gentleman, he makes sure to take care of the table, rolling back outside to leave by your door before coming back in to say goodnight.

 “Make sure you don’t stay up too late, even though it’s not good to go to sleep right after you just ate.” Jimin says, stopping right in front of the door to face you.

 “I know, I gotta take off all this make-up anyways so…it’ll be a while.” You reply back nonchalantly. He makes a noise of disapproval, grasping your hand and swinging them gently between you two.

 “You’re beautiful with or without make-up, it doesn’t matter how much you got on.”

 The statement makes you laugh shyly, head tilting down in an attempts to hide the blush creeping onto your face. A hand brings it back up however and you find yourself staring up at twinkling grey-blue eyes. He smiles, tilting his head to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

 When he pulls back, he takes a moment to just stare as if he’s taking in every feature of your face, one hand cupping your cheek. You see the way his eyes wander languidly, from the tops of your head before trailing down and lingering down to your chin and neck. You see the beginnings of a smirk itching to make itself known on those full lips of his but he smoothly transitions it to be a sweet smile.

 “Goodnight, noona.” He says.

 “Sleep well, Jimin.” You reply, giving the hand you’re holding a squeeze. With one last gentle caress, Jimin reluctantly opens the door and steps out, turning back briefly to send a small wave over his shoulder. You send one back and you as slowly as you could you shut the door.

 You let out a whoosh of air, placing a hand to your pounding heart in an attempt to prevent it from actually bursting out of your chest. Your cheeks are burning, they also hurt from the wide grin on your face but you feel as giddy as a schoolgirl. 

 “Gosh, relax.” You mutter to yourself, patting your cheek as you make your way to the bathroom. Stepping inside, you search for your makeup wipes, pulling one out of the packet and as you turn to face the mirror….“Holy shit—!”

 Along one side of your neck down to the edge of your collarbone were reddish-purple bruises. You double take to make sure you’re not just seeing things but they were there all right. 

 You huff out a sigh of resignation; this is gonna be a pain in the ass to cover and only thing Jimin is gonna do is probably giggle himself to sleep tonight.

[thecleverdame]

Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam meets Y/N at her brother's funeral and finds a life he didn't know he could fit into.

Warnings: Death of a sibling, death of a child, smut, fluff

Beta:  @ilikaicalie

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They roll into town just as fall is turning the forest bronze on the east coast. It’s a picturesque New England town, charming stores along the main street and townsfolk preparing for the last tourist invasion of the year. All while the trees fight to keep their tresses in the nippy autumn sky.

171 W. Bluebell Lane

The Kingston house looks like a brick castle that should be made of gingerbread and gumdrops. It’s a three-story colonial house, framed by a white picket fence and moated by way of a well-manicured lawn.

“Places like this always freak me out.” Dean laments, pulling at the knot of his tie.

Sam just chuckles.

Sam dreamed of growing up in a home like this. As a boy he imagined stable, safe families eating well-balanced meals together in ghoul-free dining rooms across America. Those dreams faded quickly as his dad tossed him a box of hostess cupcakes into the back seat of the Impala.

They have to park a couple blocks away. There’s a steady stream of black-clad mourners making their way up the front walk. Sam’s glad they wore the suits, Dean fought for something more casual but this seems more appropriate.

Sam wishes they would have brought a casserole or flowers. Anything to help him feel more reverent. They’ve been to plenty of wakes before, but the ones for children are always the worst - they make his gut ache.

There’s a larger-than-life picture of the kid set up in the living room. A cheerful five-year-old boy smiling wide and full of life.

He doesn’t want to be there. It’s been months of close quarters and hard motel mattresses. He and Dean are brothers, nothing will break that bond, but they both need to get the fuck away from each other. Sam’s had a dull headache for a week now, a tender throb in his temple he thinks he might be able to sooth if he could just get a moment to himself, just an elusive moment of silence.

Dean wanders off into the sea of somber faces and Sam makes his way into the backyard to check things out. It’s a cold blustery day, the wind is rattling the chains on the empty swing set, making a metal on metal clank that strikes a chord, like a tolling bell for mortality.

Sam shakes off the chill and sits down on the picnic table, taking a moment for himself. It’s a delicious second of peace he typically doesn’t snag, that is until she bursts out the back door. She almost trips down the steps, sniffling and dabbing at her nose with a kleenex as she steadies herself on the iron railing.

She’s wearing a frilly little dress, something that a younger girl might wear for a birthday party, except this one is all black.

By the time she notices Sam, she’s already barreling in his direction. She looks hesitant but sits down beside him anyway. He thinks she’s probably a knock out when her nose isn’t leaking like a sieve and red-raw from crying. She rubs bloodshot eyes with her thumb and index finger before wiping at her nose.

“Hey,” she whispers, giving him a good once-over as she tugs at the hem of her dress. The skirt is too short, doing a less than adequate job of covering her legs. She’s tall and her long legs are bare and he can see the tiny goosebumps on her thighs. He forces himself to look her in the face.

“I’m Sam.” He offers gingerly.

“Y/N.” She forces a smile that quickly breaks as she bursts into tears.

“Are you okay?” Sam frowns, instantly regretting the question. He’s nervous, that hasn’t happened in a while.

“No, I’m not okay. I’m a fucking mess.” She stops to wipe tears off her rosy cheeks. It hits Sam like a ton of bricks; she’s the older sister, the person they came to talk to.

She’s the one who was there when the kid, her brother, died.

Dean showed him a photo of her yesterday but it must have been old because he wasn’t prepared for this breathtaking woman who’s falling apart in front of him.

“I don’t want to go back in there,” she hiccups, looking at the house. Shaking her head, rogue tears slide from the corner of her eye.

“I wouldn’t either,” he confides.

“It’s so damn cold out here, move a little closer.” She commands and Sam doesn’t know what to make of her when she raises his arm up and wriggles against his side, laughing through tears. “I’m usually not this confident, you must think I’m a nut job.”

“It’s fine, it is cold out…you’re dealing with a lot. I think you get a free pass for this one.” He shrugs, letting his armrest gently on her shoulders.

“I’m gonna miss him so much.” She wrings her hands, her face crumpling in that nasty way when there’s too much pain as her cheeks blush even rosier. “This hurts so bad,” she whispers as if it stings to talk and then sobs into her hands so relentlessly that eventually, she doubles over.

One of her legs is pressed against his thigh, a naked soft leg that he wants to reach out to touch.

She sniffles.

He feels like a tactless pervert.

Sam stays with her until the tips of his ears go numb. He thinks about how much it hurt when he lost Dean. That raw throbbing in his chest he was convinced would kill him (for a while he wished it had). He wants to help her but it’s better to not get involved. They won't be around that long.

Sam tells her he’s a private investigator. She nods but he can see she doesn’t give two shits about anything other than her own nauseating grief.

The wind picks up and Sam’s so cold he shakes, teeth chattering his skull. She pulls away and he assumes she’s about to apologize for keeping him outside. Instead her eyes narrow and she groans. “I’m gonna puke.”

Jogging towards the house she offers one final glance back at him as she opens the back door. “Thanks, Sam!”

--

She’s not at the funeral. Dean stays there and Sam goes to find her.

Sam wanders on the front lawn of her parent's house for a half hour, stomping dead leaves and trying to determine exactly what’s wrong with him that he can’t bring himself to knock on the door like a normal person.

He’s done this a thousand times before.

After watching him pace back and forth through fallen leaves like a lumbering giant Y/N opens up the front door and calls out to him. “What are you doing?”

He tells her the truth. Tells her he came back to check on her, that he can’t stop thinking about her pain. She looks significantly better than the day before, but her eyes are still red and lips chapped. And she’s still holding onto a box of  Kleenex like it might save her life.

--

Sam sits next to her on jack-o-lantern sheets in Wes’ bedroom. She explains that he loved Halloween. He watches her as she traces one of the pumpkins on his child size pillow. Dragging the pillow into her lap she presses her face into it.

“It still smells like him,” she whispers.

“Y/N...what exactly happened?”

She doesn’t hesitate.

“He wanted me to read to him in the pile of leaves we raked in the front yard. Wes was nuts about this one book, The House of Boo, his favorite. So he sat in my lap and we read and then he just kinda, slumped back into me. I thought he was cuddling at first or maybe he fell asleep. They told me his heart just…stopped”

“Oh, God.” Sam murmurs. “I’m so sorry.”

“I never thought I’d have a little brother, no one did. I mean, I’m almost twenty years older…”

Sam could tell her, but it’s better than she never knows what actually happened to Wes. There’s no reason to tear her world apart.

When he leaves that day he’s prepared to say his goodbyes and walk away for good. But she calls to him down the driveway.

“Can I see you again?”

-

Sam sees Y/N more or less every night for a month. After a couple of days she starts crying less and talking more. They go to dinner, to the movies, to the bookstore. It’s boring and normal and Sam loves every second of it.

She’s charming and delicate and witty. She makes him laugh. She’s holding his hand while she dances and sings in the isle at the midnight viewing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

She’s a terrible choice for his life, she’s afraid of everything; spiders, big dogs, horror movies, meteorites hitting the earth. He can’t help but feel a thrill run up his spine when she walks closer to him at night, finding a warm, safe place at his side, under his arm.

--

When she works up the nerve to sleep in her own house for the first time since her brother died, Sam stays with her. They spend most of the night in the kitchen talking about tv shows from their childhood and where they’d travel if they could go anywhere in the world.

“My grandmother left me this house,” she smiles softly sitting next to him at the dining room table. “When I first moved in it felt like coming home.”

“It doesn’t anymore?”

Sam’s ears perk up when she tells him she thinks it’s haunted.

“It’s strange, Wes loved it here, he’d spend every Friday night with me. Sam...I still see him sometimes, I know it sounds crazy but when I was here yesterday it’s like I could feel him. And I have these dreams, vivid fucking dreams that I swear are real. “You probably think I’m nuts, huh?”

“You never know.” He nods. “But I don’t think you’re nuts.”

She’s got this happy, tired grin on her face when Sam kisses her for the first time. Just the press of his lips, unobtrusive and sweet.

She laughs against his mouth, pulls away and laughs out loud.

“I’m sorry,” shaking her head she reaches for his hand. “You just make me really happy Sam, that’s all. I haven’t felt like it was ok to be happy for a long time.”

“I know what you mean.” He leans in to kiss her again and this time he laughs too.

--

It’s late, they’d been to a movie and had a few drinks and end up making out on her front porch like teenagers. Sam unceremoniously dry humps her, the two of them fully clothed as he grinds the bulge in his pants between her legs.

“Take me inside.” She pants, his mouth sealing over hers before she can even finish.

“You sure you want me to stay?” He double checks, big, warm thumbs rubbing over both her cheeks.

“I’m sure.”

They make it as far as the living room couch.

Sam paws at her jeans, yanking her panties off right along with them. She’s still standing when he drops to his knees and buries his head between her legs.  

She makes these little sounds, moaning his name with a fist full of his hair as he tongues her clit.

“Sam,” she tugs at his hair, bringing him back up to kiss her.

She’s breathless and the sound of his name coming from her mouth is something he’s imagined for a while. He slides his tongue into her mouth, swallowing whimpers as she tastes herself on his mouth.

Sitting him on the couch, she takes a condom and rolls it on his swollen erection before crawling into his lap. Sam just watches, making little grunts of approval when she reaches for his cock, wrapping her hand around the shaft as she presses the throbbing head of his cock against her hot, wet little pussy. She screws her eyes shut, soft hands grasping at his shoulders as she sinks down on him so slowly, inch by inch until her resolve falters and she sinks down, taking him all the way into her belly.

Her whole body moves up and down as she fucks herself on his cock, kissing him desperately.

“Oh God, Sam,” she moans as he pulls at her hips, holding her place. Sam can feel her stretched wide open, the most delicate part of her shivering on his cock. All he has to do is look down to get an eye full of her slick cunt stuffed full. They both start to move, Sam fucking up into her with the soft slap of their bodies coming together.

Between kisses, she says his name again and again, like a mantra while her curvy little hips work back and forth on his dick. Sam fucks her faster, watching her tits bounce, nipples grazing his chest as her pussy takes every inch.

Without a second of hesitation, he lifts her off his cock, ignoring her protest as he spreads her open underneath him and eases his cock back inside. His rhythm grows faster, skin smacking skin with every stroke. He doesn’t say a word that first time, just listens to his own grunts, her pants and the pornographic sounds of sex that seem obscenely loud. It takes everything in him to stay on task, every ounce of self-control not to come like a kid on prom night before she’s satisfied.

She comes around him, shaking like a one-woman earthquake under the weight of his body. Sam follows right behind her, coming with his face pressed into her neck, making embarrassing desperate sounds.

Sam holds her, soft nude thighs laying over his hips. He whispers things he knows he shouldn’t say, he tells her that he hasn’t wanted anyone as much as he wants her.

He almost tells her about Jess.

When he wakes up the next morning they’re still on the couch. The absurdly thin quilt he pulled off the armchair is barely covering her ass but her sleep-warm body is pressed into his side, calm in the lull of sleep.

Sam thinks he could be happy here in this house with her.

The time comes, as it always does, for he and Dean to move on. Sam is standing on her porch with a backpack slung over his shoulder, trying to find the right words for goodbye when she takes his hand between hers and says the magic word.

“Stay.”

--

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[etherian-affairs]

For a fic prompt: Pygmalion/Galatea-ish concept where Entraptra finds Hordak (severely damaged cybernetics, powered down/sleep mode) & decides to rebuild him into the perfect Lab Partner (her umpteenth attempt at building one) w/o knowing what she’s going to end up with. Hordak wakes up to exquisitely repaired/partly rebuilt body, b/c Entraptra uses First One’s tech in the rebuild, so it’s that aesthetic blended w/Horde design (think Alita/Gally’s 2nd rebuild “angel” body in Battle Angel Alita).

HERE WE GO KIDDOS. I hope you like it friend.

This actually gets to be a crossposted with Ao3 because it’s long enough to meet my requirements for Ao3 posting.

Story under the read more.

Red across the board. Matching the state of the ship crumbling around Hordak. The would be Lord stumbles through collapsing metal corridors, barely able to keep his balance. The crash was devastating. He had tried everything to soften it but with so much crew already lost there was almost nothing to be done. Now it seemed the rest were gone too.

Soon Hordak would be as well.

He manages to get into the sanctum, the lab. A last ditch effort for survival keeping him moving. His body is ravaged. Beyond what even his species biology and his many augmentations can handle. As he steps into the sanctum his broken leg finally gives, the bone cracking and snapping. He howls in pain. So close to his goal. Slowly he drags himself with his one good arm to the secondary maintenance bay in the sanctum. 

He grabs at one of the dangling data cables and slams it into the port at the base of his neck, issuing commands quickly. Hoping the computers can still decipher them. As sparking damaged manipulators extend Hordak feels himself going under. His last moment of consciousness nothing but his diagnostic feed.

-WRNG: TTL_SYS_FAIL\\Fallback To Core Function Mode.\\Life Support Priority.\\Nanocyte Protocols Engaging.

…

The Fright Zone was dangerous they said. A lifeless land destroyed by the Dark Comet. A place that makes the Crimson Wastes look downright fertile! Hah! How wrong they were! You just had to know where to look.

Entrapta had been curious about this place her whole life. Years and years and years ago the Dark Comet fell out of the sky. It nearly wiped out the scorpion people entirely. They’re still a refugee people to this day in fact, with no land to call their own. The black Garnet Runestone was lost, presumed destroyed, at the time too. The Dark Comet’s crashing had changed Etheria a lot.

And from a distance it looked like it was made of metal. Refined metal. 

For decades it had been too dangerous to even approach the comet. People would get sick at the fringes. Further in burns and things would start to mysteriously appear! Even bots would fizz out and fail! but as time went on it appeared that the exclusion radius around it was shrinking.

Entrapta has been keeping track of the dissipation rate her entire life. 

Now her time had come! The energies that hurt people seemed to be mostly gone! And she had some extra protection she had developed just in case there were stray energies left on site! So Entrapta journeyed to the Fright Zone to be the first to see the Comet up close and live to tell about it.

It was wonderful.

Her theories were right. It’s metal. Not just that it’s constructed. Some sort of vast vessel! Larger than any person made structure she’s ever seen! She spends hours alone exploring the exterior. Falling back only as the light begins to recede from the world in order to rest, set up camp, and make sure she’s not getting sick. 

The next day she actually makes her way inside, and it is even more incredible than the exterior. It’s tech all the way through. Corridors apparently made for humanoid habitation. Dead terminals at regular intervals. Piled up robots of strange designs that seem to have run out of power years ago.

And the bodies.

It isn’t Entrapta’s first run in with the dead, in fact she has done her fair share of dissection and anatomy studies, but it’s still not a common occurrence and there are many here. That is unnerving even for the normally unflappable Princess of Dryl. Most of the dead are in armor or uniforms of different kinds. Their bodies eerily well preserved considering their age. Perhaps the energies that until recently made this place impossible to enter also stopped decay? That would be odd but anything is possible here. 

Entrapta takes her audio recorded notes and then tries to largely ignore the bodies that litter the Comet. They are admittedly interesting in many ways. They are yet more confirmation that the comet is some sort of vessel, and that many appear to be from species she has seen on Etheria. They are not something she likes very much though.

Inevitably Entrapta’s exploration leads her into a large throne chamber. An interesting place to be sure. The room off to the side is much more interesting however. The door is open and even from a distance she can see the many containment tubes within, some broken, others still standing with strange murky figures held within. Tools littering the floor. Bolted down tables some of which have items still on them somehow. This side room is a lab. She would know a lab anywhere.

It does not take long for her to see the body in here. It’s different from all the others in many ways. For starters this one is not like anything she’s seen on Etheria. Its species is completely unknown, some sort of batlike humanoid? It also clearly has tech integrated directly into its body! In fact there is a cable connecting it to… well the vessel itself Entrapta supposes. The cable leads into a mass of them up above and she can’t track where exactly it all goes.

The body is heavily damaged. The limbs are all in various states of destruction, there are what are clearly large gashes on the creatures torso. She suspects that numerous bones must be broken. Yet at each open break there is an unnatural silvery film. Like a sealant. It’s strangely jagged and irregular and seems to move around itself like a liquid. It’s kind of like something Entrapta has seen from some first ones tech experiments she has performed, trying to make self repairing robots. 

Except this isn’t repairing, more like it’s just trying to keep things from getting any worse. Could this person have been a scientist? Trying to integrate first ones tech into the body to save their own life?

That’s when Entrapta sees the nearly imperceptible movement. This isn’t a corpse. This one’s alive. Whatever they did worked.

The Princesses entire plan for this journey changes immediately. 

She spends hours examining every nook and cranny of the lab. Gathering everything she can. Making trips in and out of the Comet to her little camp. Her work extends out from there, picking apart and salvaging from other parts of the ship. She needs tech, their tech. 

She journeys to and from Dryl more than once. Readying herself for what might be her greatest experiment, and what will definitely be her most harrowing. On the final trip she disconnects the lab entity from the cable attached to its spine. It took her awhile to be sure that would not hurt it, and she waited until it was the last thing to do even when she was sure. It’s also just not a pleasant thing to move this creature as the barely held together limbs start to really come apart at the slightest jostle.

It does not wake from whatever stasis it is in.

The final journey to Dryl is slow and careful, but once safely in her own lab the work begins in earnest. 

This lab creature is probably a scientist as she has previously noted to her recorder, at the very least it is more intelligent than the others aboard the ship. It’s alive. Entrapta can repair it, she’s sure she can. Secretly, deep down, she hopes that maybe she’ll finally have that lab partner she keeps trying to create. They never turn out how she wants, she just doesn’t have the skills in making true thinking machines from scratch.

With that secret hope, and the theory that this thing must be a scientist, Entrapta decides on her repair strategy. She will give it the best science body she can! Which given that this is Princess Entrapta also means it will probably be a great body for warfare too! She seems to just make weapons on accident a lot of the time.

Initial exploration of the flesh is promising. There’s tech woven all throughout the body that she can piggyback off of. She has this creatures salvaged tech from the ship to make use of too. Thus the broken limbs are tossed aside, unneeded. Internal biological organs are atrophied and weak. Whatever is keeping this thing alive is focusing on the brain. Entrapta will lean in to that. Don’t need most of those then.

Still most of this will be original work and integration will be difficult. The Princess soon decides on a radical solution. She will use First Ones tech as a bridge, and an enhancement. Some of what’s going on with the lab creature looks very similar to First Ones tech anyway! So it will almost definitely probably work! 

At first Entrapta worries the creature will suddenly awaken, giving her a big startle, but that soon doesn’t appear to be likely as it just lays there half dead even as she digs into its body with knife and power tools. There’s a joke about being a heavy sleeper there somewhere.

Limbs, organs, and flesh are all replaced with tech and metal. The more she works, the more she realizes she needs to remake or else she won’t be able to integrate it all. The only reason she can do this at all is that the silvery film and the First ones crystal she has chosen as a base seem to be able to attach to each other. Soon enough though a repair job becomes a total rebuilding of the creatures body with First Ones tech at its core. The initial synthetic components within being almost all she can keep. 

It’s exciting. Princess Entrapta is pushing the boundaries of known science. She is combining First Ones, Etherian, and Alien technologies all together with biology she barely comprehends. She has no idea what the end result of this will be yet even that unknown is too fascinating to ever let her stop and think about the potential consequences of her radical actions.

When she’s finally done she realized that she has no idea how to wake the being up. It’s actually kind of funny. Still the creature remains alive, if non-functional, and isn’t going anywhere. She has time to figure out how to boot it back up.

…

-SYS_CHK-STS_UPDT\\Foreign Hardware Detected.\\Initializing Integration Stack.\\Compiling System Profile.

The diagnostic feed was all Hordak knew of the world beyond his own mental prison, and it was not much. A quiet eternity of his consciousness being occasionally fed an array of error messages and warnings he could do nothing about.

When one of the system checks finally detected a change he had a brief nanosecond of shock before his consciousness returned to the black box dreams that kept him sane.

-STS_UPDT\\Hardware Profiling Complete.\\Compatibility Registration Underway.

Profiling and Compatibility Registration?  Whoever was working on him wasn’t Horde. The checks wouldn’t be taking multiple stages to complete with approved replacement parts.

Again his mind falls away before he gets a chance to really ponder what is happening to him.

-STS_UPDT-SYS_RBT\\Compatibility Registration Complete.\\Rebooting Core Functions.\\Rebooting Extended Functions.\\All Systems Online.\\Re-initializing Higher Brain Function.

Hordak gasps as his senses return, as his mind can touch a world outside of the blackbox keeping it alive. His fingers curl and claw into the metal table he’s on. They literally dig into it. That’s not quite right. He raises his arm to look at it and finds an alien limb there. A completely synthetic arm and hand. Impeccably machined metal and tuned actuators. It looks like Horde tech, yet not. There’s foreign influence, clean lines and coiled strength. Gleaming chromium metal that glints in the light of wherever he is. 

Then he realizes that the rest of him is the same. Looking down he finds his body largely replaced. Metal plates interlocking and familiar combined with what seems to be some sort of memory alloy to create flexibility. He has seen nothing quite like this in all of his years. How did any of this integrate?

Before he can pull the hardware profile up and begint to try to decipher what has been done to him he notices he’s not alone. A short woman with ridiculously long hair is staring at him in surprise from near a large display. He’s about to speak when she gets the first word in. 

“WOW! I was looking in to how to wake you up but you just did it yourself! How? Why? Did you know you were being repaired? Did you know I was done? How though? Oh! Sorry! Welcome to Dryl! I’m Princess Entrapta I rebuilt you! What’s your name?”

Hordak is taken aback by the loud spunky attitude before him. There’s a lot to process here. Inevitably he decides to simply answer her questions. “Hordak. My name is Hordak." 

There is much for both of them to learn.

[elles-choices]

King Liam NSF*W ABC (Part 1)

A/N: For everyone missing our kinky King! Part 1 goes from A-M.

Rating: Mature content!

Pairing: Liam x MC (Catherine)

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) ~ 

„Wait! Where do you think you are going?“, Liam says holding Catherine’s hand before she leaves their bed.

„I told you that I didn’t have much time before my morning meeting, Liam“, she looks at him apologetically, still out of breath.

„No, we are not doing it this way, love. Come back into my arms and let me hold you for a few minutes… please!“, he says flashing her that smile that he keeps reserverd for her only.

„Hmmm… Okay, honey, but only a few minutes more“, she nestles into his arms and smiles, brushing her fingers across his chest.

„Much better…“, he kisses her forehead, „You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen… I love you, my Queen!“, his eyes were sparkling with joy. He knew he was so lucky to have her in his arms.

„I love you too, my King!“

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ~ 

„So, what is it?“, Catherine looks into his eyes curious.

„Hmm, I can’t say… I like everything!“, he smirks at her and she rolls her eyes.

„Well, I love my long legs…“, she lifts her nightgown a little giving him a glimpse of them.

„Hmmm… I love your breasts… and your tummy… and your legs… your ass... and your pussy… fuck, I love every inch of you, don’t make me choose, beautiful“, he pulls her gently into his arms and kisses her before asking: „What is your favorite part of my body?“.

She walks slowly around him, studying him: „I love your strong back and broad shoulders; your sexy ass; your muscular chest; your six pack; your strong arms and legs“, she gets really close to him, sliding her hand inside his sweatpants, grabbing his hard-on and whispering: „But if I have to choose only one, my favorite body part of yours is your big cock, my King… I love the way it fills me up…“, she looks into his eyes and he groans.

„Hmm, I am going to cancel my morning appointments but when I get back I wanna see you in that bed with nothing but a smile on your face, love!“, he kisses her passionately looking forward to give her what she desires. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…) ~

„Oh, God, Babe… I’m gonna come all over you“, he watches Catherine stroking his manhood with both hands.

„Mouth or pussy?“, she asks naughtily, already knowing the answer.

„Spread your legs for me, love….“

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ~ 

„I wanna know, Catherine…“, Liam kisses her neck trying to convince her to share it.

„Hmmm, okay… but don’t be mad. Remember that day we made a mold of your hard cock?“, she says and he looks at her arching a brow. „Okay, wait here“, she disappears into her walk in closet for a few minutes and comes in hiding something behind her back.

„What are you hiding there?“, Liam waits anxiously.

„Ta-dah!“, she shows him a dildo.

„What is this, Catherine? And why do you have it?“, he asks not amused.

„This is you penis, honey. I had it made to entertain me while you are on your diplomatic trips“, she hands it to him and he analyses it well.

„Impressive… but you only use it when I am not here, right?“, he says and she nods biting her lower lip, „Alright then…“.

„So, now you know mine and I wanna know yours…“, she straddles him kissing his bare chest.

„Mine has also to do with my trips…“, He closes his eyes enjoying her kisses.

„If you visit strip clubs with your brother, you are a dead man…“, she says jokingly.

„Nope, someone definitely gives me a show but this is in a private setting“, Catherine stop the kisses and narrows her eyes at him, „I always take our sex tape with me… I know I promised to delete it but I couldn’t… it is so hot. You make me crazy, love. Please don’t be mad at me, it stays in my safe and nobody will ever find out“, he says trying to calm her down.

„What the fuck, Liam… all this time you had it in your safe?“, she sits on her side of the bed, crossing her arms in front of her. „Go get it now!“, Liam looks at her afraid she will break the flash drive in two. „What are you waiting for? Go get it so we can watch it together!“, she smirks at him.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) ~

„Can I get another card, please?“, Liam says clenching his jaw.

„No, Liam, this is not how the game works and this game was your idea, so go ahead and ask“, she giggles.

„Fine… but for the record, if we argue after this question, it is on you!“, he stares at his card and reads, „How many sexual partners have you had?“, he looks at her annoyed.

„Hmm… 5… no, 6 with you!“, she gives him a straight answer and he rolls his eyes. „Oh, don’t give me that! How many for you?“

„I don’t know, I don’t keep a list…“, he answers sulking.

„That many, uh?“, Catherine says provocatively.

„But none of them was as good as you, my Queen… not even close!“, he leans in for a kiss.

„Okay, my next question is…“, before she finishes her sentence, Liam says:

„And you move on to the next question just like that?“, he says pissed.

Catherine knew exactly what he meant. She smirks at him and leans in closer to his ear and whispers: „You are the best I have ever had… the best and the biggest. Nobody has ever made me scream like you do“, she looks into his eyes and sees how proud of himself he is.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) ~ 

„Ride me, love“, Liam says lifting his face from between her legs. He lays on his back and watches as she complies and sinks onto his hard member. He reaches forward grabbing both of her nipples, pinching them while she rides him slowly, making him go crazy. He groan her name, „Catherine… don’t tease me, I can’t take it…“, she give him a naughty smile and picks up the pace. He loves to watch her dominating him — moving up and down, so fast and so hard whilst her boobs bounce for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) ~ 

Bending at her waist, Catherine leans over the pool table whilst her husband takes her from behind, fucking her hard in standing doggie. Suddenly the door to Liam’s man cave flies open and Leo walks in with a couple of palace officials.

„Your Majesty, we need a signature…“, says an official, soon realizing what is really happening, but not taking his eyes away from the King.

„No, no, no Liam… I play on this table!“, Leo says turning around.

„GET OUT!“, Liam snaps out of the shock. They all turn around and as they are leaving the room, Liam says, „And the next who walks in on me and my Queen will lose their heads!“, Liam says furious.

„Yes, your Majesty“, one says as they all leave the room.

Catherine looks at Liam and they burst out laughing.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) ~

Catherine kneels before Liam, shaving him carefully. „You know, I could have someone taking care of that, Katie“, he says smirking at her.

„Don’t tease the lady with the razor, my King…“, she throws him a powerful glance before saying: „I’ll be damned if I let anyone see my man naked“.

„I could do the same for you, my Queen“, he says imagining the ways he could tease her during the process.

„Not necessary, my King. I have Lewis to take care of it!“, she smirks waiting for his reaction.

„SAY WHAT NOW?!“, his jaw falls open.

„Alice Lewis… honey, Alice Lewis“, she giggles.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  ~ 

„Look at me, sweetheart“, he says thrusting into her. Catherine moans his name and opens her eyes, „You are so beautiful, my Love… I want you to come for me“, he looks deep into her eyes and she nods unable to answer. He leans in for a gentle kiss, his eyes never leaving hers. He picks up the pace and she moans into his mouth. He feels her muscles tightening around his cock and it is his cue to let go. He groans her name as he explodes deep inside her. „I love you, Katie…“, he falls to the side and pulls her into his arms.

„I love you too, Liam“, she nestle into him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) ~

Catherine walks into her room and hears panting and grunting coming from her husband walk in closet. She burst the door open and sees her man jerking off on the ottoman, „Liam… what is going on?“, she crosses her arms in front of her, waiting for an explanation.

„Are you still on that silly sex strike of yours? Because as long as you are, I’ll have to take care of myself… especially because you do everything to turn me on and then let me high and dry!“, he says annoyed.

„I would not be on a sex strike, if I hadn’t caught you looking at another woman’s behind, my King!“, Catherine narrows her eyes at him.

„For fuck’s sake, why would I even do that? I have the most beautiful woman that has ever walked on the face of the earth… come to me, honey. Let me take care of you…“, he looks into her eyes, pleading for a chance to feel her body once again.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) ~ 

Catherine lay flat on her back, in her underwear only, her wrists are tied to the bed posts. Her eyes are blindfolded.

Liam puts an ice cube in his mouth kissing and licking her body, she moans going crazy with the cold sensation. He places the ice cube on her breasts, licking it off. „Do you like it, my Queen?!“, he asks.

„Oh fuck… yes… yes, my King“, she answers moaning.

He puts the ice cube in his mouth again, takes off her undies and goes down on her. The frostiness of his tongue and lips licking her folds, swirling around her clit and sucking on her budge of nerves in contrast to the heat of his breath against her sex, was too much to handle and Catherine screams in pleasure and weeps of joy.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) ~ 

Liam picks up Catherine’s dress and helps her getting dressed, „It is nice to see our cottage in Valtoria, love“, he kisses her neck, his hands on her hips.

„Yes, indeed. But when I said that we should come to christen our cottage, I meant inside the cottage not the backyard…“, she giggles.

„Oh, and believe me, we will get there but you know your King is outdoorsy…“, he says winking at her.

„I do… I know you are totally obsessed with outdoor sex, my King!“.

M = Motivation (What turns him on, gets him going) ~ 

„My pussy is so wet, my King… I really want you to fuck me right now“, Catherine says moaning into the phone. 

„Oh love, you know that I can’t resist when you talk dirty to me… but I have a meeting in 10“, he closes his eyes feeling his trousers getting tighter.

„Baby… please come and get it… I need your cock, I can’t wait anymore!“, she pleads.

„Alright, love. Give me one minute“, he says leaving his office. He looks at his secretary and says, „I have pressing matters to attend to. I’ll be 20 minutes late to my next appointment… see what you can do. Show him around if necessary!“, he smirks to himself and runs to his quarters.

King Liam NSF*W ABC (Part 2)

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[yoosungiib]

Sorry 'bout adding another request to your list, but what about the RFA + minor trip and a MC who's overly-food-sensitive during her time of the month? Like, she sees they're out of hot cocoa or sausage rolls and totally starts to sob because she says, and I quote,"I just wanted one more,"?

I. Relate.

RFA + Minor Trio w/an MC overly-food-sensitive during her time of the month

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★ Yoosung ★

Yoosung immediately threw his headphones and shut out of LOLOL when you came into his room, tear streaks down your face and your eyes swollen.

“Baby? Cutie? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did I do something?”

You shook your head before running into his embrace and sobbing into his chest.

Smol cinnamon bun is confused.

“MC? Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“I… I just wanted one more.”

Yoosung crooked a brow and maneuvered you against him so he could tilt your head back and look into your eyes properly.

“One more what?”

“One more piece of cheese. We are all out of cheese, Yoosung, all out of cheese!”

Confusion. You’re crying over… cheese?

He laughed awkwardly, moving you to sit in his spinny chair and pushing the hair out of your face. “W-well, that’s ok. I’ll go get us some cheese! You just sit here and play games if you want.” He puts his coat on and is just about to go out the door but stops, turning to face you and ask, “Do you by any chance need… um… tampons?”

“You’ll get me some of those too?”

Yoosung chuckles, giving you a thumbs up and going out the door. “Superman Yoosung will do anything to save his lady in distress!”

♪ Zen ♪

He was just cleaning up his face when suddenly the bathroom door opened, you walking in with your head down.

He was about to make a joke about you being impatient but you suddenly looked up, revealing your pale face and red eyes.

Protective boyfriend activated.

“Princess, what’s wrong? Come here,” he cooed pulling you to his chest and letting you cry into his shirt.

Zen with his arms wrapped around you protectively lead you out of the bathroom and brought you to the living room. He sat you down on the couch then knelt before you, one hand resting on your thigh and the other cupping your cheek. He swiped a tear away and gave you a tender smile.

“Zen,” you sniffled. “We are out of chicken.”

His caresses stopped and he gave you a confused look. “I’m sorry?”

“Chicken, Zen! We are out of chicken!” you shouted before bursting back into tears, pulling your legs up to your chest and collapsing back down on the couch.

He was really confused for a moment, but then it suddenly clicked.

“MC? Don’t take this the wrong way, but… are you on your period by any chance?” With your head still covered by your hands, and your body plopped on the couch, you nodded, letting out another sniffle. Zen chuckled, rising once he kissed your head.

Zen would be your prince, your knight in shinning armor, and he would get you chicken, chocolates, and anything else you may need.

❀ Jaehee ❀

I mean, she probably relates. 

It was time for her third cup of coffee; Jaehee just settled down her work and was stretching out the chair, tiredly walking to the kitchen,

But she stopped in her tracks when she saw you staring aimlessly into the fridge with tears running down your face.

She rushed to your side, closing the fridge and pulling you into her arms.

“MC? Are you ok? Do you need to sit down for a moment.”

“Jaehee…”

You sounded so defeated. Jaehee’s concern was growing by the minute.

Did someone hurt you? Did something happen? Did she do something? So many possibilities were spinning in her head as she tried to figure out what could have happened to make you cry. She hates to see you cry.

It’s heartbreaking.

She sat you down at the kitchen table and proceeded to rub your back, speaking softly to you ask she asked once again what was wrong.

“I was so looking forward to it,” you started, hiccuping a little as you cried. “I just wanted… one more. But no, I can’t even have that.”

“One more what, darling?”

“One more slice of pizza.”

Jaehee was baffled. She stopped stroking your back and pulled back a little, her brow crossing together and her lips parting slightly. “I’m sorry? You’re crying over a slice of pizza?”

“Yes! Pizza is the only thing that will take this pain away.”

“What pain?”

“My cramps!” Now Jaehee knew what was happening. You were on your period. She laughed a little, slightly exasperated. She told you she would order you and her a pizza once she was finished with her work. For now, she had you lay on the couch and watch one of Zen’s musicals with a blanket around you and a heating pad.

☂ Jumin ☂

Jumin dropped everything, including his cup of tea all over his important paperwork when you came into his office distraught and in tears.

He was quick to your side, pulling you to him and in his warm embrace. “Shh. Shh, sweetheart. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Crying will not do you any good.”

He pulled back and wiped at your tears, then cupping your face in his large hands and giving you a gentle smile.

“Are you in any pain?”

“I just wanted one more, Jumin.”

You took Jumin’s hand and lead him to the kitchen solemnly. On the counter was an empty box of crackers. He looked at you confused as you handed him the empty box.

A single tear slipped down your face as you pitifully said, “Just one more cracker, Jumin. They’re so good. So tasty… but they’re all gone.”

“You’re kidding right?”

Jumin is not the most sympathetic in this situation; he thinks this is pretty ridiculous and stupid.

But either way, you are crying, and he will not allow this.

He has every box of crackers at the closest supermarket purchased and brought to the penthouse. The amount bought could feed a whole country!

When your period is over, you apologize for the breakdown you had over the crackers and explain that you have always been overly-food-sensitive during the time of your month.

Jumin just laughed and kissed you. You are so different from everyone he has ever met. He really loves you, especially now learning another of your weird, yet fascinating quirks.

☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺

Naruto’s it to where you are. Defender of Justice can not let his 606 cry! And when he sees you in your shared bedroom through the cctv cameras crying, he’s running to you to save the day.

Jumps on the bed next to you, the bounce on the bed enough to bounce you up in the air, but fall back down into Seven’s embrace.

Shushing you softly, he tucks your head underneath his chin and hums softly.

“Ah, ah! Please don’t cry! It’s break my poor heart! What can I do to stop these tears?”

“Seven? Did you eat the last of the ice cream?”

The red head shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure Saeran did.”

“O-oh. Well then that’s ok. He deserves it more.”

“Did you really want some ice cream?” Seven asks. You nod shyly, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Seven lets out a loud laugh before flipping you onto your back causing you to squeak, but suddenly go into a fit of laughter as he pushes up your shirt and starts blowing numerous raspberries into your stomach.

It’s not until he starts to kiss your stomach, his lips slowly going down to the waistline of your pants that you start to push him away. “N-no, Seven! You can’t go there… right now…”

He lets out a laugh, leaning up to kiss your lips then nose before grinning. “Oh, honey, please, I know you’re menstruating. Why else would you be crying over ice cream?” A deep blush crosses your face, causing Seven to let out another hardy laugh as he pinches your cheeks. “Come on, let’s go get some ice cream! And Saeran will come with us! And then we can go to the supermarket and stock up on some ice cream to have even more tonight. That sounds fun, doesn’t it? Defender of Justice 707 can fix anything!”

❆ V ❆

A huge, bright pink line goes straight down across the latest painting he was working on when he hears the sudden, pained sob.

He drops his palette and hastily follows the sound of your crying until he finds you at the kitchen table with your head hidden between your arms.

Slowly, he sits besides. He does not touch you right away; he doesn’t want to startle or upset you. He whispers your name softly until you look up from your arms.

“My shining star? What’s made you cry this hard? Can I please help you?”

You let out a breathless laugh, wiping at your face. “Yes, but you don’t need to help me.”

“Of course I do,” he says with a grin. “You’re my darling wife, and I’ll do anything for you.”

“So… you’ll get me some more carrots?”

“C-carrots? Is that what you were upset about.”

Shyly, you hid your face, but turned back towards V to playfully swat his shoulder as he laughs. “As you wish, darling. Is there anything else that you need?”

You hide your face again as you mumble that chocolates would be nice…. As well as some pads.

☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻

He was on the computer, lounging on the couch when he suddenly heard your soft crying coming from the kitchen.

Concerned, he put the computer down and hurried to the kitchen.

He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen, gasping a little at you on the ground, clutching something to your chest as you cried.

Poor boy is confuSION.

You were fine a hour ago. In fact, you were rather chippy that he found it a little odd. You’re normally a happy person, but not like that.

And now you’re on the ground crying?

And what are you holding?

“Eh? MC? What’s wrong?”

You slowly looked up to him revealing your tearstained face. Saeran can never bare to see your face streaked with tears. It makes him sad. He got down on his knees and gently wiped some of the tears off your face.

He then looked down to see what you were holding to your chest, but was shocked to see that it was only an empty cookie box.

“Why are you holding an empty box?”

“I just wanted one more, Saeran. One more.”

“What?”

“Cookie! I wanted one more cookie! That was all I wanted but there are none left,” you wail before breaking back out into sobs.

b r u H

Saeran rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Obviously, he wasn’t gonna let you just sit on the floor and cry, but he was a little confused as to why an empty box of cookies caused such a reaction from you.

“Come on, quit crying, we’ll go to the store and get some more.” At that, you were suddenly happy once again, wiping your own tears and letting Saeran drag you to the car.

As he drove to the store, he kept thinking about your mood changes, and he was still just so confused as to why you were crying over cookies. You rarely ever cry unless it’s something dire or you’re hurt. But today you were crying over cookies.

But then it popped in his head.

“You’re fucking bleeding again aren’t you?” You nodded timmedly, a faint blush on your face. “Ah, fuck.”

✌ Vanderwood ✌

The last thing he wanted to come home to is the cries of his girlfriend. He puts his stuff down and follows the sounds of your cries.

He’s really confused when he finds you standing in front of the fridge, wiping at your face furiously.

“I just wanted one more, one more,” you kept saying.

“MC? What is this?” Vanderwood asks, slowly approaching you.

He looks in the fridge – nothing looks out of place or wrong. So why are you crying? And why are you crying this hard for god sakes.

“Oi, that’s enough crying, hey,” Vanderwood says trying to take a softer tone. “Can you tell me whats wrong?”

“I wanted one more, Vanderwood,” you say softly, looking up into his amber eyes. 

Vanderwood lets out a sigh. “One more of what, MC, I need you to be a little more specific, hun.”

“One more chicken nugget. But we are all out!” you say, a few more tears slipping down your face.

double b r U H

“Oh, come on, MC, this is ridiculous.”

Has even less sympathy then Jumin. But again, he cannot bare to see you cry so he will fix this.

He sets you up on the couch with a blanket covering you and a cup of tea, and he promises to go to the store and get more chicken nuggets for you.

Truth be told, Vanderwood is really confused as to why chicken nuggets set you into a crying fit. You are not one to cry unless it’s something really serious, so what is up with you crying over blasted chicken nuggets?

Everything becomes clear to him when he sees the bed sheets in the washing pile and blood on them. Though he’s a little frustrated with the outburst over chicken nuggets, he understands to some extent that a woman’s period is painful, and during a woman’s cycle, their emotions can be pretty high.

He definitely plans to start monitoring your period.

He sucks in his pride and babies you for the day. Vanderwood has always been gentle with you, or more gentle with you than anyone else. But now knowing how sensitive you are, he works to be extra tender by willingly giving you messages to your stomach and bringing you all the tylenol you may need.

He also feeds you the chicken nuggets he buys! And he actually enjoys it. Just the smile on your face as he brings the piece of chicken to your lips is enough to make him realize he’d get you the moon for you if he could.

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Sparks...

Day 1 – First Date for @rwbymlmweek

Summary: Tai’s not really sure how he ended up at one of the fanciest restaurants in town but he’s certain the evening was gearing up to be an absolute disaster. And then his date arrived and the evening wasn’t so terrible after all. [Modern AU]

Pairing: Taiqrow with past relationships mentioned

Rating: K+

Note: I certainly won’t be able to contribute to every day of MLM week as I found out about it too late to properly prepare. Hopefully these quickly written pieces I managed to knock out will still be enjoyable to read! Also, perchance look out for Part 2 (and the rest of the title) of this story later on in the week ;)

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Tai pulled at his collar nervously as he pushed open the door of the five-star restaurant, feeling utterly out of place the second he stepped into the high-class establishment. It had all the glitz and glamor he would have expected of such a place. Soft lightning by gigantic chandeliers overhead. Tables dressed with silk tablecloths and freshly cut flowers. Picturesque balcony seating overlooking the bay. Piano music being played at the center of the room, creating a gentle atmosphere. And here he stood, in the middle of all this grandeur, in nothing but a twenty-dollar suit and worn out dress shoes. He was pretty sure the silverware they set the tables with was worth more than his house.

The hostess behind her stand gave him a smile, teeth all brilliantly white and her face elegantly painted, voice like liquid honey as she said, “Welcome, you have a reservation?”

Somehow. He thought to himself. Had he not made a promise to see this whole thing through to the end, he certainly would have questioned upper management on how they allowed a twelve-year-old to make an appointment. “Yes. Under Xiao Long?”

She gave her register a quick glance and nodded. “Ah yes, for two. Your guest hasn’t arrived yet, but it will be my pleasure to show you to your table.”

“Thank you.” Tai followed her, secretly hoping he was in some dark, secluded corner of the room.

He wasn’t, but he wasn’t on the balcony either so at least he could count some small blessings. He accepted the leather-bound menu and flipped through it absently, hoping to find the one item in there that was both affordable but wouldn’t immediately tip off his mystery date that he wasn’t exactly well off. Anticipation built as the minutes passed and by the time he had both ordered and gotten his water, his leg was tapping an agitated rhythm on the carpet and he couldn’t stop fiddling with the gold tassel cord tied neatly around his napkin.

Come on, get a grip. Tai chastised, tightly folding his hands on the table and planting his feet. He managed to stay like that for a good half a minute until he was prodding at the teardrop orchids in the crystal vase in front of him. They must have been more delicate then they had appeared, because one touch and several blossoms fell off the stem and scattered along the table. He panicked, trying to quickly gather them up and throw them back in the vase.

And of course, that was the moment his date showed up. “Tai?”

Hands full of tiny flowers, he turned around at that oh-so familiar voice, wide red eyes staring back at him in shock. “Well.” Tai said, lifting his hands towards the other. “This is orchid.”

Qrow stared down at the bouquet and burst into laughter.

~

Ten minutes later found them still chuckling away over a bottle of the cheapest wine they could order. Placing down his glass, Tai grinned across at his best friend. “Alright, I gotta know. How did Ruby convince you?”

“Well the first thing she started to bribe me with was cleaning her room.” Qrow replied, red liquid swirling as he swiveled his wrist. “When I told her no, she says ‘I thought you might say that’ and pulls out this scroll she made. Like, she taped a bunch of notebook pages all together and wrapped the ends around some rolling pins and everything!” He set aside his wine to hold his hands up in a mimic of what the fifth grader must have looked like. “So, she just goes down the list and starts off like this every time: ‘if you go on this date, I decree I’ll-’.” He guffawed, lowering his arms. “It was pretty adorable. I stopped her after, I dunno decree seven or something, but I saw the rest of it later and I gotta tell you, I really missed out. I could have gotten out of Christmas gifts this year!”

“Ah, missed opportunity.” Tai said, clicking his tongue in mock sympathy. “I’m getting free chores for a month and no more acting out in class. I thought Yang was just trying to get me out of the house, but this is even more sneaky. Can you just imagine them planning this all out? I can just hear her now:” He tried to inflict a bit of the youthful punch to his tone that his precious sunny dragon’s always held, “’If our dads go on a romantic dinner date, they’ll fall in love and get married, then we can live together again!’”

His friend lifted up his wine. “To our conniving daughters.”

“I’ll drink to that.” They clinked their glasses together, both taking a hearty swig.

“So,” Qrow started, giving a glance down at the menu, then stage-whispered his way, “What the hell are we going to order anyways?”

It was Tai’s turn to burst into laughter.

~

“You know, I’m really glad it was you.” Tai said, breaking the light lull that had fallen after they had gotten their food.

“What do you mean?” Qrow asked.

He tapped his fork on the edge of his plate, saying more to his dinner then to the other, “It’s just. This. Dating again. I haven’t been able to wrap my head around the idea after – well, you know.” He heard a soft hum of acknowledgment, something bitter in its tone as there always was. While Tai had done his best to move on from the atrocious events that led to his divorce and complete estrangement from Raven, Qrow had never been able to find it in himself to forgive his twin sister for what she had done. He was probably going to take that rage to the grave with him.

“Anyways,” He said, not wanting to focus on that. If he wanted to go back bemoaning those years, he could call back up his therapist. He was sure Glynda would be thrilled to hear from him again (or kick his ass in gear; she was always polarized like that). “I mean, I was really anxious, okay? But when I found it was you, well, it made me feel instantly better.”

“Wow.”

That tone of awe had him glancing up at last, knowing that teasing grin a mile away.  And like a mouse too eager for the cheese, he walked right in the trap. “What?”

“So basically, I’m the only person in the world you feel comfortable enough to date.” He lent forward, pulling on all the charm as he curled a hand under his chin and winked at him. “You flatter me Taiyang.”

“Qrow!” He ducked his blushing face as the other snickered at him. “You jerk.”

He figured the other would take a few more potshots at him, so he was surprised at the soft, “I get what you mean. I almost drove back out of the parking lot when I got here.” Qrow wasn’t looking at him anymore as he stared distantly towards the window, hands clasped back on the tabletop.

Tai stared at the way the other’s fingers absently brushed along his old wedding band, before aiming the other with a gentle smile. “Well. Thanks for not standing me up.”

It took a moment for that glazed look to pass, but when it did the other was smirking all over again. “Well, they do say it’s rude to keep a lady waiting.”

“I swear I’m going to punch you.”

Now, they were both laughing.

~

As they walked together to their cars, Qrow shot him a sidelong glance, saying, “So, I’m thinking if we don’t want our girls to keep playing The Parent Trap on us, we probably should try and make more playdates for them.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” Tai sighed, running a hand across the back of his neck. After living together for half a decade, he supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. Due to all the hardship both their families had to suffer through, Ruby and Yang ended up becoming practically inseparable. Therefore, when Qrow had announced he wanted to move back to his own home, they both knew it would be hard on their daughters. Especially Ruby, whose isolating nature mirrored her father’s. They held out on the hope that it would be the push she needed to break out of her shell a bit more if she couldn’t cling to her cousin all the time.

It was obvious that it was probably doing more harm than good if they were acting out in such a creative way.

“And,” There was a jangle of keys as Qrow dug them out of his pocket, trying to seem busy with that as he tacked on, “Maybe a few more for ourselves?”

Tai almost tripped over his own feet. “Wait, what?”

“Hah, jeez.” He ran his free hand through his hair, trying to hide the shaking. “Calm down, I was just joking.”

He stopped. After a few paces, his friend did as well, turning back for him. Tai waited a few beats before saying softly, “I’d love to go on another date with you Qrow. A real one. If that’s what you really want too.”

“I-… I do. it’s just,” Red eyes averted as he faltered, the inner conflict written all over his face.

Tai crossed the distance between them, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay not to be ready. You know that, right?”

“It’s been five years.”

“And who said there was a time limit?” Qrow’s sigh was so frustrated that the sound of it pained Tai. He could sympathize with how he felt because he’d felt it so many times himself, though undoubtedly on an entirely different level. That pressing desire to move forward but feeling like taking that first step was the most impossible thing to do; a looming uncertainty and shame that weighed on the shoulders from wanting something more; that terrifying finality of leaving something behind that could never come back.

But Tai also knew that once the first step was taken, the next was easier. That by giving into one small desire at a time, the weight slowly would lift. And while some things did get left behind, it wouldn’t leave things as broken as the fear claims it will. Sometimes, it was the only way to really heal.

“Look, no one can tell you you’re ready except yourself.” He continued, knowing from the slight tilt of the other’s head that his friend was listening. “And if you never are, that’s okay too. You’re the only one who chooses which direction your life takes and what you have in it. If you want to have a romantic relationship again, great. If you don’t, also great. Whatever you decide to do, just make sure it’s not holding you back from being happy.”

Some of the tension had leaked from Qrow’s shoulders and when he faced him again, his smile was there, if a bit crooked. “Heh, guess I needed to hear that more than I thought I did. When’d you get so wise anyways?”

“Years of therapy.” He joked. The fact that it was the truth only made it more hilarious.

And while they left the parking lot that night without an agreement of another date, the possibility of what might be someday left an unpredicted but wonderful spark of hope in Tai’s heart.

[katelides]

Good Or Bad Luck CH 40 - Update

What’s up fanfiction universe!! How is everyone’s Monday going??

Anyways, I have some exciting news :D I got an awesome job offer and I’ll be moving to another country (Greece :DDD)  in 2 weeks time. So updating will be slow but I’ll be doing my best! I hope that once I get settled I’ll be able to update more often again! Please be patient with me, I’m really trying to get everything updated, I’m working on a new For Good chapter as we speak so keep an eye out for that if you’re reading that story as well! my next update after that will probably be a new one shot :)))

Have a great week and write you later you awesome nerds!!!

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Good Or Bad Luck: Chapter 40

Emily lets out a heavy sigh. Ever since she twisted her foot at the zoo she has been banned to the couch, and isn’t allowed to do anything except for watching TV, reading or write in her song book. She has been bored out of her mind. Usually it wasn’t so bad because either Beca, Chloe or Benji would stay with het and distract her. Today though, all three of them had to be at Red Sun Studios. Beca had a meeting with a potential new client, Benji was doing his internship with Jesse and Chloe still has to run the entire company.

With a loud grumble, Emily’s stomach decides to announce that it is hungry and definitely time to eat. The young brunette looks around to see if there’s any food left behind around her but unfortunately she had finished the last cookie half an hour ago. She contemplate three options: first she thinks about calling Beca to maybe ask her to bring over some food but she quickly scraps that idea from her mind because she doesn’t want to disturb her if she’s still in her meeting. Secondly she could just wait until someone comes around, they never make her stay alone for long but today she couldn’t be sure how long it could still be. Her third and most probable option is to hop over to the kitchen and grab something herself.

The more she thinks about it, the more she convinces herself that the third option is the best option. So she carefully pulls the blanket of her body and gently lifts her leg of the pillow it was resting on. She shuffles closer to the edge of the couch and puts her weight on her left foot and pushed herself up to stand. It takes her a few seconds to find her balance but once she found it, and is confident enough to take the first leap, she carefully hops over to the kitchen. She leans against the countertop to catch her breath. Maybe I should start going to the gym with Beca.

Once she completely caught her breath she hops over to the fridge and opens it to take a look inside. She finds some bread, tomatoes, cheese and ham so she takes them out so she can make herself a sandwich. The creation turns out to be great but the young girl hadn’t exactly thought everything through. How was she going to bring the plate to the living room so she could eat it? There wasn’t any chairs or table in the kitchen so eating it there wasn’t an option. And to top it off she was getting tired of standing on one foot for this long. Emily figures that the only way she could manage is to hold the sandwich down on the plate and hop back to the couch. If anyone would see her right now they would laugh and she would probably laugh with them.

She manages to pass the kitchen door and everything seems to go well until… until she trips over the edge of the carpet. The young girl braces herself for the inevitable fall. She squeezes her eyes shut and her entire world slows down. Somewhere in the distance she hears the plate she was holding crash on the floor, breaking into pieces. Beca is going to be so mad at me. In a failing attempt to shield herself from the fall, she holds out her arms and kicks her right foot up in attempt not to hurt it even more. Her heart is pounding heavily and the adrenaline rush is almost to hard to handle. And she waits, she waits for the fall, she waits for the thud, the pain… but none of it comes. Everything around her is silent. Slowly Emily starts to feel her surroundings. She feels two strong arms hold her tight, she can smell the sweet cinnamon perfume that belongs to...

Emily’s eyes shoot open and she looks straight into the safe and protective metallic blue eyes that are Beca’s. “Beca?!” The older brunette chuckles as she looks at the young girl’s shocked face. “Hi Em.” Emily lets out a shaky breath she didn’t know she was holding. “You ok there, warrior?” Beca asks with a smile. There is no hint of anger in her voice and it makes Emily visibly relax. “Y-you’re home?” The young brunette stammers, still not entirely sure of how to react. “Yeah, we all finished work and I wanted to surprise you by picking you up to take you up to Stacie’s for lunch. But imagine my surprise when I walk in and find the couch empty and see you hopping into the room with a sandwich?” Emily casts her eyes down in embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Oh sweetie, that’s alright. I should have called to tell you I was on my way.” Beca helps Emily stand fully upright and helps her to the couch. “Why don’t you give me 5 minutes to clean up the plate and I’ll help you to your room so you can get changed?” Emily nods with a slight frown as she looks down at the broken plate. “Alright, I’ll be right back.” Beca walks into the kitchen and walks out a few moments later with a duster. She cleans up the pieces in a matter of minutes. Once she’s satisfied she walks back to the couch and helps Emily back up. Of course the notion that the young girl is too quiet doesn’t escape the older brunette but she lets it go for the time being.

Beca helps Emily into her room, and onto the bed. “Do you need anything?” She asks before making her way to the door. “Oh, no thank you, I’ll manage to get dressed.” Emily says quietly. “Ok, uhm if you need anything give me a shout. I’ll go get dressed as well and then we’ll wait for Chloe to come pick us up.” Seeing that she won’t get a reaction from Emily, Beca turns around and closes the door behind her with a sigh. She goes to her own room and changes into a pair of black jeans, a black tank top and a blue flannel on top. When she’s done she returns to the living room and pulls out the vacuum cleaner and goes over the spot when the plate broke not too long ago. She’s almost certain she cleaned everything up but she’d rather be safe than sorry.

Shortly after Beca has put the vacuum cleaner back into it’s original cupboard space the doorbell rings through the apartment. She slides towards the door on her socks and opens it with a smile. “Hey Becs.” Chloe’s smile easily matches Beca’s as she speaks with a chipper voice. “Where’s Emily?” She asks when she doesn’t see the young brunette on the couch. “She’s in her room, I’ll go get her.” Before running off Beca pecks her girlfriend gently on her lips and leaves the redhead behind with a goofy smile.

“Em, can I come in?” Beca gently knocks on the door but doesn’t get answer so she tries again. “Emily?... Em, I’m coming in.” Beca pushes the door open and freezes when she sees the young girl before her. Emily is silently crying while writing frantically on a piece of paper, another 4 scattered at her feet, fully filled with her handwriting. The young brunette doesn’t even notice Beca’s presence, even when Beca kneels down before her and picks up the pages to read what’s written on them.

I’m sorry for breaking the plate. I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you. I’m sorry!

The same words keep on repeating until the page is full. Beca looks up at Emily with a pained expression and gently takes the girl’s hand and pulls her into her own body. Emily easily lets herself be guided into the touch. The two stay in that positions for god knows how long but neither noticed Chloe in the doorway with her own tears threatening to spill. She wanted to come in and check if Beca needed help but decided to stay quiet for the other two girls sakes.

Beca clears her throat slight so she can catch Emily’s attention. “Em, sweetie, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” They separate from the hug and Emily looks down at a kneeling Beca. “I am not mad about the broken plate, and I’m definitely not mad about you deciding to make a sandwich on your own. I think I know why you did it and I appreciate it.” Beca runs soothing circles on Emily’s knee and smile up to her with kind eyes. “Knowing me I would have done the same thing.” A small smile starts tugging at Emily’s lips which in turn makes Beca smile even more. “And can you, yes you in the doorway stop staring and join the inevitable hug.” Beca says with fake annoyance and Chloe doesn’t let anyone tell her twice.

Xxxxxxx

The three girls finally make it into the car. Chloe had called Aubrey to tell her that they would be late. Aubrey didn’t mind and told them to be careful on the road. Chloe just rolls her eyes at how silly the two brunettes are being together. She doesn’t mind though because she loves hearing them both laugh. The three of them are currently singing along to ‘don’t stop believing’ by Journey, when Chloe gets a call from Aubrey.

*Phone Call*

Chloe: “Hi Bree, we’re almost there.”

Aubrey: “Oh, that’s great! I wanted to ask if you could pick up some wine? We just found out that we’re out.”

Chloe: “Of course, we’ll hop into the store for you. Did you need red or white wine?”

Aubrey: “Red please.”

Chloe: “Alright, we’ll see you soon.”

Aubrey: “See you soon Chlo.”

*End Phone Call*

Beca looks at Chloe for a brief second before focusing on the road again. “Becs, can we-“ Chloe gets cut of with a chuckle. “There’s a mini market not far from here, we can go there. Stacie really likes the wine there.” Chloe grins brightly. “Oh and while were there, Em do you need anything? You kind of finished off everything in the cupboards.” Poor Emily’s face turns bright red in embarrassment. “Uhm w-well I uhm, no thank you.” Beca lets out a bouldering laugh. “Em, I know you want something tell me because we’re at the store.” Just as Beca says that she turns into the parking. “Those chocolate chip cookies were nice?” Beca rolls her eyes playfully. “Are you asking me or telling me?” Beca turns off the engine with a chuckle. “Chocolate chip cookies for Emily, do you need anything Chlo?” The redhead shakes head so Beca gets out of the car, popping her head back inside quickly. “I’m leaving the car key here and I’ll back in 15 minutes.” The brunette gets shooed off and she leaves with a chuckle.

Just like promised Beca is back a little over 15 minutes later. She opens the back door and hands Emily 2 bags. While the brunette gets herself situated behind the wheel Emily looks through them. “Uhm Beca?” The older brunette hums to show that she heard Emily. “Did Stacie call you to buy more stuff?” Chloe turns her head towards the back seat. “No, I bought some extra things to fill the cupboard. You seemed to enjoy the raisin cookies as well so I got some of those and I bought Chloe some snicker doodles .” Beca says casually as she pulls out of the parking lot. “Why don’t you hand Chloe the bag with the wines and text Benji to bring his old crutches down. I still can’t believe it took us so long to think of them.” The last part she more or less mutters to herself. “Ok, how long of a drive do we still have?” Emily asks while handing Chloe the bag. “Around 10 minutes.” Emily texts Benji the information and sits back comfortably in her seat. So this is what a real family is like.

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[boy-banders-writings]

Your Choice. Choose Wisely. - Yanan

Group: Pentagon Member: Yanan aka TALL BEAN aka mister legs Genre: anGSTYYYY (I feel like this will hurt) (It does) Requested: nope requests are dry Prompt: “It’s not that easy!” ; “We’ll figure this out” Length: short|medium|long|idk man Warning: There will be some mentions of relationship abuse and harsh language.  it will be really vague and broad but it will be there, so read with caution this is just as a warning.

A/N: upon finishing this I realized I got carried away AND this hurt my heart. Please enjoy this sad angsty shit because I am trash.

“Yanan, I don’t want to talk about this right now.” You groaned, your ankle was throbbing because the pain killers hadn’t kicked in yet.

“We need to, I have to know exactly what happened.” He was left pacing the room, his lip between his teeth and the clear worry lines on full display.

“There is no way to say it nicely so drop it for now.” You wanted to beg him to just go, you needed to be alone right now to process the last few hours.

However your best friend and apartment mate had a completely different idea about what needed to happen. He stopped in front of you and checked you over one more time. He grimaced at your swollen lip and was more than aware of your wrapped and elevated ankle resting on a pillow on the other end of the couch. He’d almost tripped over the crutches by you on the floor when he gotten home and he’d been questioning you nonstop since then.

“Yanan, you really don’t want the explanation right now.” You sighed, knowing if he kept it up you were going to blow a gasket and he was the only person with you at the moment.

“I can handle it (Y/N).” He squatted in front of you and reached for your hand that you moved away from him.

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You took a deep breath and watched him slowly pull his hand back to his knee. “Your psychopathic girlfriend was berating me on the stairwell and pushed me down half a flight of stairs.”

“W-What?” Yanan froze.

You gave him a moment to process this information because you just told him that the light of his life, the one he lives for pushed his best friend down a set of stairs causing a sprained ankle, a busted lip and possibly some knee damage.

“She wouldn’t do that.” He mumbled, more to himself. “Did you say something to her?”

“Are you kidding me?!” Your voice raised in volume and pitch. “You’re asking what I did to deserve getting pushed down the stairs?!” You could barely hold in the rage bubbling throughout your body.

“She’s too sweet to ever do that to anyone. She really likes you too.” Yanan stood up quickly, towering over your already smaller frame laying on the couch. “She always talks about–” His phone started ringing. “That’s her… I’ll be right back.”

You watched him walk towards the back of the apartment and out the back door to your tiny yard. You wanted to pace the living room now but were clearly unable. You picked your phone up from your lap and send a message to Changgu, him and Shinwon were suppose to get here before Yanan got home to back you up.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice called from your front door.

“In here.” You turned your body the best you could to greet your guests. “Took you long enough, he’s already home.” You wanted to throw yourself onto the  floor.

“Shit, sorry.” Shinwon smiled apologetically. “But we got snacks!”

Changgu who was a few steps behind held up the plastic bag full of goodies with a shy smile.

“We also wanted to apologize for not preventing this.” Changgu motioned towards your ankle.

“Guys, none of us really thought she was going to do it until I was already at the bottom of the stairs.” You tried to make light of the situation.

“So where is he? You said he was home.”

“She called so he’s in the backyard.”

“He just leaves you like this, did you tell him?”

“The jist of what happened and he wanted to know what I did to make her push me down the stairs.”

“Seriously?!” Changgu’s good natured smile that he always wore disappeared. “She came at you screaming and accusing you of cheating with him. She shoved you and tried to start a fight. She pushed you down the stairs.”

“I didn’t get to go into detail because the psychopath called.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’d think this would be the breaking point.” Shinwon sighed, sitting down beside you on the couch, careful of your leg. “After everything that’s happened and all the shit, you’d think his best friend getting hurt like this would be what it took for this mess to end.”

“Do you guys have the proof?” You asked, feeling a heavy weight on your chest.

“Yea… We had the rest of the guys send us everything they had.” Changgu held up his phone, “Between my phone and Hyung’s we have all the proof we’ll need.”

“Are you sure you need to do this now?” Shinwon’s hands were fidgeting in his lap.

“Yes. I was going to wait until after the semester ended since we’d be going back home but this can’t go on any longer. It’s one thing to be a two-faced bitch, but to actually assault me, that’s too damn far.” You rubbed around your temples, a headache already hitting you.

“I agree with her.” Changgu concured from the kitchen where he was getting sodas and unpacking the snacks. “This girlfriend of his is causing way too much trouble, it’s not a healthy relationship.”

“If this goes on any longer it could really damage his view on relationships and love. I know this girl is the first one he’s dated and I don’t want her to be the last. He deserves so much better.” As you thanked Changgu for the drink and bag of chips, the sound of the back door grabbed all of the attention.

“(Y/N), we definitely need to talk now because she sai–What are you doing here?” Yanan froze seeing his hyungs sitting on either side of you, like body guards.

“We’re here to tell you the truth. To explain what happened from our perspective because we were there.” Shinwon motioned for Yanan to sit down.

“Misun told me everything, it’s fine.” Yanan’s face went stoic, his posture was rigid and closed off. “What I need to do right now is talk to (Y/N) alone so we can figure out how to find a happy medium because Misun still wants to be friends even though (Y/N) started it.”

The last part sent you and the two other guys in the room into a spiral of rage and betrayal. You were so angry your eyes started to water and this was not a situation for you to cry because you didn’t want Yanan’s pity you wanted him to open his goddamn eyes.

Changgu leaned forward and grabbed your hand when he noticed you tense up and he squeezed it a few times before he spoke up.

“Yanan, I know you don’t want to hear this but Misun lied to you. She’s the one that approached (Y/N), she started yelling at her about being too close to you and accused her of cheating with you. Then Misun shoved to, trying to instigate a fight and when (Y/N) didn’t retaliate Misun pushed her so hard she fell down the stairs. The only thing (Y/N) is guilty of is not beating the shit out of Misun before hand.”

Changgu’s last sentence made all of you look at him. His normal docile, cheerful, I-love-everyone attitude was gone. He was a little scary being that stone cold, his warm hand offered such a contrast to the cold hatred in his eyes.

“This isn’t the first time she’s attacked (Y/N) like that, the times before were less physical, mainly foul language and name calling.” Shinwon added as he grabbed your phone and opened it to Misun’s contact, respectfully name that bitch, and scrolled to the first message Misun had sent you. “She’s been verbally assaulting (Y/N) since the beginning.”

Yanan only glanced at the messages, he thumbed through them too quickly to actually read them. Before you blinked your phone was tossed back onto the small wooden coffee table between the four of you. You watched as his eyes fluttered between the three of you before settling on his phone in his lap.

“She wouldn’t do all that. It’s all fake.” He mumbled quietly.

“Need more proof? Here.” Changgu devoid of any more emotion unlocked his phone and opened the group chat he had created within your group of friends excluding you and Yanan. “Here is everything that bitch has said to everyone else since the two of you started dating.” Changgu walked over and slammed his phone into Yanan’s hand. “And you will look at these.”

Changgu stood over Yanan as he scrolled through the screen shots of his Misun calling all his best friends awful names, he read how she had told them to quit talking to him because she was more important. He quickly picked up on those she was more vicious too, the two people he was closest to, Changgu and you.

“She can’t really hurt me so she turned to (Y/N) and did that.” Changgu pointed to you, beated and tatted looking tired and broken.

For the first time in a long time Yanan seemed to break a little.

“We’ll figure this out…” He started, “We can work something out. We can all be friends still and get through this.” He was too hopeful, still under her spell.

“How about you look at the messages she sent to (Y/N) one more time.” Changgu’s voice was rough. He picked up your phone again and pushed it into Yanan’s face. “She has sent messages to our friend telling her to stay away from you, that she’s trash and ugly and not worthy to breathe the same air as her. She has told (Y/N) to off herself at least fifty times because you would be better without her. Misun has been trying to drive a wedge between you and us so that you only have her. (Y/N) has put up with this shit for the last three months because she cares about you too much to leave because of this garbage human.”

“Changgu, calm down.” Shinwon stood to get between the too. It only took a few moments for Changgu to drag his much larger friend to his feet and get into his face.

“No Hyung. He’s been so blinded because someone showed him so attention that he’s letting his friends get hurt.”

“We can work something out.” Yanan almost cried, matching Changgu’s stance and standing his ground.

“It’s not that easy!“ You sighed, the tears had been flowing since the beginning, your nose was clogged and you probably sounded pathetic. At least it matched how you felt. “I wasn’t going to make you choose, because that’s cruel but this is too much. It’s us or her. You get to keep your friends or you get to keep your girlfriend.” The term was sour in your mouth.

“It sucks ya know, we’re playing right into her hand.” You shook your head. The guys all looked at you. You didn’t notice Yanan falter and step back from Changgu. “This is what she wants, but she’s been too manipulative and abusive that you’ve become completely submissive to her.” You locked eyes with Yanan.

“You haven’t been the same since you’ve started dating her. She has sucked the life right out of you and I hate you right now. Do you realize one of the first things you asked me was what did I do to get pushed down the stairs?” All the attention went to Yanan again, he could feel the anger bubbling from his hyungs. “There were some classmates of mine around, some of them recorded it so I can get proof if you decide you can’t trust me.” You sniffled before moving to stand, Shinwon was by your side in seconds. “I’m going to press chargers and if she gets arrested, she gets arrested. That’s what happens when you assault someone. I can’t feel any compassion towards her anymore because I tried. I tried to understand that she came from a rough past relationship but she projected that onto you. If you decide to stay with her after all this, then pack your shit and get out by the end of the week. Until you decide I’m staying with these two.”

Shinwon walked beside you as you moved towards your room to pack some stuff. Yanan and Changgu were left standing less than a foot apart, Changgu had been watching Yanan with a locked jaw and fire in his eyes. Yanan couldn’t bare to look at Changgu so he focused on other things around the room.

Changgu noticed the internal struggle going on in his friend. Yanan’s eyes were glazed over and he had been gnawing on his lip for ten minutes now. He watched his friend start to pace and fidget as they heard you and Shinwon talking quietly in your room. Yanan always broke completely when he heard you sob a few times, knowing he was a big part of why you were in so much pain.

Just as Changgu had moved to his original seat your phone started vibrating with a call form none other than Misun. Changgu silently leant forward, answered the call, and put it on speaker.

“Listen (Y/N), I wanted to call you say a few things.” Yanan perked up, hoping Misun would apologize and this could some how be fixed but he mentally shattered as she spoke again. “First off bitch you got what you deserved so don’t even think of crying to my Yannie about it, because you know he’ll always be on my side. I just wish you’d hit your heard or something so you’d be in the hospital and out of my way. This wouldn’t have had to happen if you weren’t so close to my Yannie.” The way Misun said Yanan name started to make him sick. “Second, even if those two assholes get involved I’ll still win. I’ve laid my claim and made Yannie mine, he’s no longer your friend and as of today I’ll make sure of that. He knows I love him too much to just leave. Besides who’d want him after me?” She laughed, Changgu hardly flinched as he watched his friend break even more. “Anyway, I just wanted to call to chat but I’m assuming since you’re so quiet you’ve given up and that’s just what I’ve wanted. I’ll be over in a few hours to see Yannie so you better be fucking gone or I’ll finish the job I started.” And the call ended.

Changgu waited a moment before he grabbed your phone and picked up the unopened snacks to clean up.

“See Yanan, Misun isn’t the sweet angel you think she is. She’s manipulative and honestly, a bitch. She’s been like this to (Y/N) since day one and just wish we’d told you sooner. I’m not going be nice as nice as she was though, you don’t have a week. I’m giving you three days before we come back and move (Y/N) out of here and in with us because I will not let her be treated like this. She has been your best friend for years, how can you just throw her away from some girl?!” Changgu stopped himself from advancing on Yanan again. “We,” He motioned between the two of them, “can work through this and get back to normal but as long as you’re with Misun consider this friendship done.”

Before Yanan could say anything you and Shinwon made it back into the living room. Shinwon was carrying two duffel bags and your back pack. Changgu took one of the duffel bags and your backpack as Shinwon followed you to the door.

“You have everything right?” Changgu’s demeanor changed completely as he watched you worriedly.

“Yes, I packed enough for about a week. And I’ve got everything I need for my classes too.” You turned towards Yanan. “I took everything of value and locked my door but if I find that anything is missing I will beat Misun’s ass.”

Yanan could only nod slightly. Shinwon moved to Changgu and had him go with you. Shinwon then walked over to Yanan.

“This hurts us so much because we care okay? We know why you’re so attached to her and why she means so much to you, but this is not healthy. If anything happens or you’ve made your choice call me. (Y/N) made it clear to me that she doesn’t want to talk to you right now and from what I heard so has Changgu. Don’t think that this means you’ve lost all of us…” Shinwon looked over his shoulder at Changgu helping you slide on your one show and throw a couple pairs into his duffel bag. “They’re affected so much because you’re all so close. Just know that me and the rest of the hyungs are still here, just call one of us okay? Check in, we’re all really worried.” Shinwon patted Yanan’s shoulder before moving towards the door.

“I hope to see you soon Yanan.”

In seconds, Yanan was left to process his thoughts and with his mind completely reeling from all that’s happened. The only thing his body could handle at that moment was to crumple to the ground and just sob, so that’s what he did.

He sobbed for many reasons, but the biggest reason was that after you left he realized he didn’t care as much as he should have. That final thought took what was left of him and stomped on the pieces. He didn’t know if he could fix this anymore.