#the way he grabs her waist in the piano……

[leeechin]

☆ piano player bf sunghoon ! (18+!!!) 🎹 🎼 🎧

warnings: nonidol!au, sunghoon plays the piano, semi public sex, fingering (f.rec), sunghoon fingers reader infront of his piano lol, pet names (hoonie, baby, sweetheart), lowercase intended, dom! hoon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before tapping), slight unrealistic writing of the piano (?), barely any plot again, sorry.

word count: ( 1.6k )

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you're getting ready to leave your shared apartment with sunghoon, he was in the middle of his last piano lesson he gave to kids. you were so excited to see your boyfriend after many hours, today being one of the few days your work gave you a day off. and you were going to make sure every second of this day would be spent with sunghoon.

sending your boyfriend a quick text that you were on the way, grabbing your keys from the key bowl you and sunghoon had, walking down the stairs to your car.

you felt so giddy once you arrived at sunghoon's work, greeting his co workers and going to the room he was teaching, knowing that he was now wrapping up the lesson.

you opened the door to see sunghoon shuffling thru the neat pile of music notes, placing them into a folder and handing it to the kid he just finished the lesson with.

the kid looks up to you, a huge grin splayed across her face. you give her a smile in return. "sunghoon is this your girlfriend?" the girl asks, sunghoon nods in response. the girl turning her attention back to you. "you’re so pretty! like a princess!" she compliments. you give your a boyfriend a joyful look as he grins widely at you in return. sunghoon gets up from his seat, bringing the folder of organized music sheets inside, handing it to the little girl. "practice the first two sheets and we'll work on more the next time i see you."

"okay! see you sunghoon and princess girlfriend!" the girl exclaims. you smile again at what the little girl called you. sunghoon moves next to you one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. "see you next week hana." sunghoon bidding his goodbye for the week.

looking up to the opened door, the receptionist guiding hana back to the main lobby. "you have no more lessons for the day." she says. "alright. i'm staying behind for a bit. i wanna show y/n a little piece of mine i composed." sunghoon says, the receptionist nodding in return, closing the door behind her.

you turn to face sunghoon, body still in his embrace. placing a small kiss on his lips. "composed a little something for you." sunghoon murmurs against your lips, giving you another quick before pulling away.

"i'm all ears hoonie." you respond, watching as your boyfriend moved towards the piano.

you drank in the sight of him in his white button up shirt and black trouser. it was so simple but looked so good on him, the sleeves slightly rolled up showing his muscly arms. you thank his friends for pushing him to go to gym more often. and you couldn’t even get started on his hands, thinking about all the he's wrapped them around your throat, how his long slender fingers stuffed in you so deep everytime he fingered you.

sunghoon placed his finger on the keys of the piano, noticing how you've been gazing his hands a little too long. you swear you came to visit your boyfriend with no intentions but wanting to spend time with him, it was just too hard to resist how hot your boyfriend when he's playing the piano.

"focus elsewhere? you like the piano?" sunghoon teases. "what piano?" you respond quickly, snapping out of your trance once you've realized what you said.

sunghoon laughs at your realization, gesturing for you to stand a bit closer to his piano. "cmon baby focus. i'll give you what you want after this." testing out the keys with a quickly melody before starting to play the piece he composed. the beautiful sounds of the piano filling the room.

"fuck baby you're gonna have to be quiet for me." sunghoon murmurs against the skin of your neck. off key sounds of the piano fill the room as you hold onto it, your hands occasionally crashing onto it whenever you lift your hands. sunghoon has two of his long slender fingers stuffed deep into your pussy, going in and out of you at a relentless pace.

sunghoon brings his hand that’s been resting over your tit to the piano keys, playing a little composition, attempting to cover up the fact that he's two fingers deep in you. "feels so good hoonie." you whine biting your bottom lip so hard to suppress any moans leaving your mouth. "shit baby gotta have you ride my face one day." sunghoon grunts. a loud gasp escapes your lips when sunghoon adds a third finger. he's quick to bring his hand that's been playing the piano to cover your mouth.

"be a good girl for me. you don't want anybody to walk in seeing me stretch out your cunt with my fingers do you sweetheart?" you whine a yes against his hand, a smirk plastered on sunghoon's at the sight of you.

you were seated on his lap, back leaning against his front, slightly arched from how sunghoon was fingering you. tears streaming down your face from the sensation. baby tee slightly wrinkly up from sunghoon's hand going under it earlier, gray pleated skirt bunched out with your panties pulled to the side.

it was such a mess, you were such a mess. a couple of sunghoon's music sheets scattered on the floor. it was all too good for neither of the two of you to care. your boyfriend now three fingers deep in you. clouds were starting to fill your vision, you swear that you were in heaven. throwing your head back when sunghoon's fingertips hit that one spot that turned your legs into jelly.

"are you close baby?" sunghoon asks, picking up his pace, moving his thumb on the hand that was fingering you to rub your clit to add on to the stimulation.

trusting you to not make any sounds as he removed his hand that was covering your mouth to go under your shirt again, grabbing and resting on one of your tips, messily fondling with the bra strap to where it was sliding down your shoulder. "yes." you whine.

your words were soft as you were quick to take your bottom lip under your upper lip trying to fulfill your boyfriend's requests of no sounds. i mean after all, you guys were in the room he uses to teach people the piano!

"shit baby i can feel you clenching so tight around my fingers." sunghoon murmurs, kisses peppering around your nape. the faint melody of one of his hands playing the piano again. you start to let out soft noises, lucky that the piano keys were covering the sounds.

"m' cumming hoonie! please!" you throw your head back against his shoulder, hands crashing forward on the piano keys, sunghoon shushes you, slowing down his pace as your orgasm hits you, body slightly shaking.

"you did so good for me sweetheart, such pretty sounds you make too." sunghoon praises, the sound of him sucking his fingers that were covered in your release. he groaned at the sweet taste of you. standing you up infront of his piano, turning you around to place a kiss on your lips, you moaned against sunghoon's lips at the taste of you, moving your hands to unbutton a couple buttons of his shirt.

sunghoon's quick to pull away from your guys' kiss, carefully closing the top that covered his piano keys, turning you around. your hands landed over the cover, bent over his piano. you push your hips back, ass wiggling cutely. "hoonie wanna feel you inside." you beg, feeling his large hands hold your hips to keep you in place. "gonna have to be quick sweetheart." he grunts, pulling down his trousers just enough for his dick to spring out.

giving his cock a few tugs before aligning his tip to your entrance, sunghoon hisses when when he pushes in, immediately feeling how your velvety walls sucked in and clenched around his length. forgetting what your boyfriend told you, a loud moan escapes your lips at the feeling of sunghoon bottoming out, every inch of him filled deep into your messy pussy.

"gotta be quiet baby." sunghoon reminds you, stuffing two fingers in your mouth to suppress any sounds. your eyes half lidded and rolling back as sunghoon fastened his pace, mercilessly pounding deep into your cunt. you push your hips back wanting more of sunghoon. a harsh slap is delivered across your ass, making you moan against sunghoon's digits in your mouth.

sunghoon's hand on your hip holds you tightly as he continued slamming into you, sounds of his hips hitting against your ass filled the room, with your muffled cries and moans. you guys sure were hoping no one was hearing the two of you outside of the door.

"baby m' gonna cum, finish with me like the good girl you are." sunghoon says, finishing deep inside your fluttering cunt as he slowed down his pace stilling inside of you. that triggered your release to follow shortly after, a few tears dragging down your face at the intense orgasm.

your boyfriend helps you place your panties back in place properly, pulling your skirt down so that it was covering your ass again. he turned you around wiped your tear streaked face before fixing himself up again, also tidying up the scattered music sheets on the floor.

you pull sunghoon for a loving kiss. "you don’t think they heard us right?" you ask, "don’t think so." sunghoon responded. the two of guys agreed to that, knowing deep inside you guys didn’t try as hard to contain the sounds.

walking down the hallway hand in hand, you and sunghoon run into sunoo. both you and sunghoon being stopped in your tracks. sunoo throws you two a disgusted look, covering both of his ears dramatically.

"you guys are lucky that kid was the last person of the day for a lesson! my poor ears!"

[vax-merstappen]

dancing with the F1 boys

no bc imagining dancing with these guys was literally the cutest thing ever! my personal favorite to write was yuki, like i was melting from the fluff. hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!

Lando Norris

Lando had been practically begging you to come with him and some friends to his favorite club. You asked a few of your own friends along and told Lando you would meet him there. When you and your girlfriends walked into the club, you instantly noticed your boyfriend standing at the front of the club, headphones on and mixing music for the crowd. You always thought Lando looked super hot when he would dj and you grabbed your friends and pushed your way to the front, where he would be able to see you dancing. Little did you know, nothing turned Lando on quite like watching you enjoy yourself to his music. After his set was over, he pulled you aside to dance with him and do other incredible things in private.

Oscar Piastri

Oscar wasn’t one for dancing in public, as both you and him knew that he had two left feet. But when you asked if he would come with you to your best friend’s wedding, you knew that there would be no better opportunity to coerce him onto the dance floor. You let him have a few drinks and chat with a few of your mutual friends at the table while you danced with your best friend. When you noticed him watching you as you moved, you ran over to the table and pulled him to his feet, dragging him over to the floor. He couldn’t help but smile as you danced so carefree while holding his hands. Eventually he couldn’t help but move along with you and the beat, your mission of getting Oscar to dance finally completed.

Max Verstappen

You had spent one of Max’s days off on a romantic trip together. You had spent the entire afternoon exploring the city and laughing with him about inside jokes only the two of you understood. You had finally sat down in a park where you would be able to watch the sunset. As day turned to night, you heard a busker with a violin start to play somewhere nearby. You looked Max in the eyes before asking him if he would dance with you. “Of course, schatje.” You spent the last minutes of sunlight in each other’s arms moving together, not caring who was watching.

Charles Leclerc

“Ma chérie, would you listen to this and tell me how you like it?” Charles asked. You walked into the room to see him seated at the piano, looking at expectantly. “Of course, amour.” He started to play and you closed your eyes and listened to the notes echo through the space. You loved when he would play for you, especially his original pieces. As the song continued on, you began to dance to the music. Your eyes were still closed, so you couldn’t see Charles watching you or the beaming smile on his face. “How was it?” he asked after he stopped playing. “I think it’s your best one yet,” you responded, and you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss.

Carlos Sainz

When you admitted to Carlos that you had not listened to many Spanish songs, he immediately turned on Spotify and began playing his favorites for you. He grabbed your waist and pulled you close, beginning to dance along and sing the lyrics. You had to admit that the songs he picked were catchy and you began to dance along with him even though you didn’t know the words or what they meant. You just loved seeing how happy the music made your boyfriend.

Lewis Hamilton

One of your and Lewis’ mutual friends was a pretty famous singer and she wanted the two of you to be in a music video for her latest song. Of course you both had enthusiastically agreed. You were on set for the day, shooting various scenes where you were walking around the city together. Finally to end the video, your friend had told you to just dance to the music together in your own way. Lewis gave you a warm smile as you began to move your hips to the beat. He grabbed your hand and spun you around, just for you to land laughing in his arms. Your bodies continued to move to the music until the song ended and you kissed as the final note played on the set.

Daniel Ricciardo

One thing you and Danny always liked to do was karaoke, even though neither of you were particularly good singers. Daniel was so passionate about music that he was always down to sing to his favorite songs, even if it meant showcasing his not so great voice. This particular night, Scotty and Chloe had egged you both on into doing a duet. Standing on the stage, you both belted the lyrics to your favorite song, dancing around the music without a care in the world. You took a bow when you were finished singing and immediately went to cue up another song, not wanting your musical moment with Danny to end.

Yuki Tsunoda

A week ago, Yuki had told you that he had never played the Just Dance games growing up. You immediately decided that you needed to fix this and planned a date night in where the two of you could play the game together. While you waited for your takeout food to arrive at the house, you took Yuki through your personal favorite dances. At first you beat him easily, as you had some memory of which dance moves would come next. But as the night went on, Yuki began to catch up with you and eventually outscore you at your own game. Your food arrived and you demanded a rematch after the meal, as you weren’t one to simply lose. Yuki laughed and agreed to keep playing and you both ended up laughing and dancing together late into the night.

Alex Albon

It was a depressing rainy afternoon and you had been curled up feeling sad all day. Alex had been on a call with his race engineer for work, but once he finished he immediately noticed something was wrong. He asked you what was wrong and you replied, “Nothing much, it’s just a gloomy day.” Alex told you he had an idea and to follow him. You did and he led you downstairs and out the front door. You stood where it was dry as Alex ran out into the rain. “Come on, baby, let’s dance in the rain!” he shouted and you couldn’t help but smile and run out to join him. Even though you both got soaked, you had an amazing time splashing through the puddles in the arms of your amazing boyfriend. When you went back inside, you both curled up in warm blankets and dry clothes. Only one movie came in mind to watch, Singin’ in the Rain.

Logan Sargeant

Logan had got a bad result in qualifying and was feeling down about his chances during the morning of race day. He had been tense all morning, so he was relieved when he was allowed to go take a quick break in his driver’s room. He walked in the door to see you waiting for him. You could tell Logan had been feeling down. An idea came to mind and when he sat down next to you. You turned your phone’s volume up and hit play on Logan’s favorite hype song. You got up and started dancing and singing to the lyrics. Logan started to smile and even got up to dance alongside you. “Thanks, babe,” he whispered to you as he pulled you close. “That’s just what I needed.”

[youaintnothinbuta]

If I start to drive you nuts with requests please tell me to stop. 😂 the last story was so cute though, just perfect in fact. Could I request an Elvis x reader where the reader is a home baker and maybe she keeps making different stuff for Elvis to try? Like 70s Elvis? I hope you’re having a good week so far. Blessings to you my friend. ☺️🙏

“Just a little bit more.” — Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: fluffy drabble of reader baking and Elvis enjoying her creations and being all cute :)) A/N: I am now craving apple crumble so bad

Pairing: Elvis Presley or Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

Word count: 732

Warnings: none! Fluffy Drabble. Hopefully no typos hehe <3

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Graceland’s kitchen had become your favorite place lately. You’d always liked baking, but recently it had turned into quite the passion. The countertops were perpetually dusted with flour, the air always filled with the aroma of freshly baked goods, and the shelves were lined with jars of sugar, spices, and all sorts of ingredients you’d started experimenting with. You knew the Memphis mafia would all be coming over (as they usually were) and you were eager to whip up a nice treat for them— apple crumble. The cinnamon and sugar-coated apples were bubbling away in the oven, the crumble topping turning a perfect golden brown.

As you worked, you hummed softly to yourself, the kitchen warm and inviting. The timer rang, you slipped on an oven mitt, carefully pulling the dish from the oven and setting it on the stove. You couldn’t help but smile, satisfied with how it looked. You grabbed a fork, scooping up a small portion, blowing on it before tasting. The apples were tender, the topping was crisp, and the flavors melded together perfectly.

“Elvis!” you called out, your voice carrying through the house.

In the living room, Elvis had been sitting with a few of his friends, joking around, playing the piano, enjoying the afternoon.

At the sound of your voice, he excused himself with a grin and made his way to the kitchen. You didn’t notice him at first as you were pulling plates from the cupboard, but you felt him step behind you, his arms slipping around your waist.

“Hi, sugar,” he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply. “Smells nice,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

You leaned back into him, smiling. “Here, try some.” You turned in his arms, holding up the fork. Elvis took the bite, his eyes closing as he savored the taste. He hummed in approval, and you could see the enjoyment on his face.

“That’s real good, darlin’,” he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

You smiled at his praise, feeling a swell of pride. “I’m glad you like it.”

He reached for another forkful, but you playfully swatted his hand away.

“Hey now, wait until everyone else has a chance to try it!” you laughed, but handed him another small piece anyway. “Just a little bit more.”

Elvis chuckled, taking the bite and nodding in approval. “I ain’t gonna be able to move on stage if ya keep feeding me like this.”

You laughed, reaching up to run your fingers through his dark hair. “Nonsense, Elvis.”

He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. The warmth of his affection made you melt into him, the two of you enjoying the quiet moment in the kitchen.

“How ‘bout we bring some of this out to the guys?” You suggested.

“They’d love that,” he agreed. You grabbed a knife to slice the crumble into portions. Elvis grabbed the plates you’d gotten out, and you followed him back to the living room.

As you served up the apple crumble, the room filled with appreciative murmurs and compliments. Elvis sat beside you on the couch, his hand resting on your knee, and you could feel the pride in his touch. He was always so admiring of the way you went out of your way to look after everyone, a trait you and he both shared.

“This is really somethin’,” Joe said, taking a bite. “You’ve got a real talent here.”

“Thanks,” you replied, feeling a bit bashful under the praise. “I just enjoy it, that’s all.”

Elvis squeezed your knee gently, his smile full of pride. “She’s bein’ modest. She’s been keepin’ us all spoiled.”

“Can I take the recipe home to Pat?” Red asked, finishing his slice.

“Of course,” you said, your smile widening.

After everyone had finished, the conversation shifted back to whatever they’d been discussing before, but Elvis stayed close by your side, his arm draped comfortably around your shoulders. You leaned into him, enjoying the easy companionship of the moment.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear.

“I love you too,” you mumbled.

Later, after everyone had gone, and the house had quieted down, you and Elvis found yourselves back in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of the evening. You were washing the dishes, and he was drying, the two of you working in comfortable silence.

[cherriegyuu]

one more day| one | ljh

pairing: jihoon x f!reader genre: angst word count: 5k summary: every day jihoon has to make you fall for him again a/n: this was very much based on fifty first dates, but much more dramatic than the movie. i don't go deep into things (trying not to spoil it (?)), i didn't get technical about it as this was written just for fun. i hope you enjoy it. ↳ part two

You opened your eyes slowly getting used to the lights that came through the curtains – that were there only for decoration seeing as they did a poor job of blocking the light coming through the window.

You knew, even before you looked around, that you were at a completely different place from where you had been the night before. You were scared of making any movement that could break anything in that foreign place, something that was very unlikely to happen.

The other side of the bed moved and an arm made its way around your waist. Your eyes widened. You had spent the night with someone and had probably gotten stupidly drunk since you couldn’t remember anything.

You ran a hand through your face. What did I do last night? The last thing you remembered was having the worst fight with Bella, your best friend and roommate, and leaving the apartment in the middle of the night. It was unlike you to get drunk when you were feeling upset or angry, that simply wasn’t the kind of thing that you did. Suddenly you felt icy material against the tip of your nose.

Slowly you pulled your hand away from your face and looked at it. A thin, golden ring circled your finger. You knew that it wasn’t a simple ring, something that you could have bought at some cheap jewelry shop on the corner of your apartment. The ring on your left hand was heady, made of gold.

You looked to your left, to the owner of the arm around your waist. He looked so peaceful that part of you thought it might not be a good idea to wake him up. Something about him was familiar, but you couldn’t think of where you could’ve met him. Maybe, you tried to convince yourself, he looks familiar because you met him at a random bar.

“What did I do last night?” you asked yourself. You had gone through, probably, one of the wildest drinking benders of your entire life, was out with a complete stranger and - as if none of it had been enough - had somehow gotten married to him.

The urgency to call Bella and ask her to go pick you up was bigger than anything you had ever experienced in life. Caring little about the man beside you, you shot out of bed making far too much noise and movement than intended. But you weren’t able to go far because the stranger grabbed your wrist.

“Came back to bed, honey” the man said, voice muffled by the pillow “Lola doesn’t have piano lessons today, we can sleep till a little later.”

Who was Lola? And why was that man talking to you as if he knew you? Why was he calling you honey?

The desperation that only a second before was almost completely under control, had now become something quite scary.

With a sudden movement, you released your wrist from the loose grip of the man and began searching through the mess of clothes that were on the chair, looking from your own. You left the apartment wearing jeans, a sweatshirt that Bella had gotten herself but you stole the second she took it out of the bag and sneakers, none of which were in front of you or anywhere in the room. Giving up the clothes, you focused on finding your phone - the sooner you called Bella the sooner you would be home, safe and sound. But the device was nowhere to be found.

“Why can’t I find the damn phone anywhere?” you shouted.

That was enough to wake the man. In a leap, he was out of bed and looked around as if he was ready to strike someone. In any other situation, you would have laughed at the sight of him with his eyes open wide and his hair sticking everywhere but that wasn’t the best moment to laugh.

“I need to go, okay? I have a boyfriend and this was a mistake, I’m sorry” the lie slipped so easily through your lips that it even surprised you.

The alarm and concern in the man’s eyes gave way to sadness and fatigue. He ran his hands through his hair a few times without taking his eyes off of you. He stepped forward and you took a step back.

“I thought today would be different, you promised you would remember” the man said almost in a whisper, but it was loud enough for you to hear “I don’t know why I still believe it when you say that you’ll remember”

You paused for a second to look at the man standing in front of you. Your heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had brown eyes and the reflection of sunlight made you believe they were golden, beautiful lips, a slightly round face. 

“What did you just say to me?” you asked.

The man breathed, the sound resembled that of someone who had been defeated after an arduous and exhausting battle.

“My name is Jihoon, I’m your husband. We are in our home. Bella is at her house with her husband”

You took a few steps back until your knees were pressed against a dresser. The man in front of you, Jihoon, said that he was your husband and Bella also had a husband of her own. But he was wrong, he had to be.

You and Bella were still in college and neither of you had a boyfriend. You were like two lone wolves who walked together so the loneliness would hurt less. If Bella had a husband, or just a simple hookup for that matter, you would know.

And you sure as hell would know if you had gotten married.

“You’re lying,” you said aloud, “I’m twenty, I’m in college and I have no boyfriend.”

Jihoon took a step forward, in a completely failed attempt to touch you.

“Do not come near me!” you shouted.

Jihoon a step back and raised his hands in surrender.

“I’ll go check on Lola” he walked up to the door “Can just you, please watch the video? You just have to turn on the tv”

And with that, Jihoon left the room and closed the door behind him.

Something in his voice made you look at the tv, your fingers drumming on your thighs, nervousness settling in the pit of your stomach. Even so, you watched the video. Uncertain of what you would see. You sat down on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath before pressing play.

The blurred image of sofa quickly came into focus and the man who was in that room with you just a few seconds appeared on the screen.

“You can start” Bella’s voice sounded through the room.

Why Bella’s voice? Why did this man seem so familiar, but why at the same time you had absolutely no idea where you could have met him?

Jihoon cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Good morning, babe. I don’t even know where to start. I think if I were to say everything in this video you’d watch it all day and tomorrow it still wouldn’t make any sense to you,” he paused for a moment, his eyes focused on his hands, before looking up and continuing “We met thirteen years ago. You were at the tattoo shop where I worked at, you made fun of me for not having a tattoo or even a single piercing. From the first moment I saw you I was completely fascinated. It was as if I had become blind to all the other girls. All I could think about was you. ”

You looked down at your wrist where the little drawing of a blue rose was.

“You kept going to go the shop constantly just to see me, you denied but we both know that it was true. Quickly you infiltrated yourself into my life. My friends became your friends, and Bella became one of mine” throughout the whole time while he was speaking, Jihoon had his fingers in the wedding ring and kept spinning it on his finger “It took me way too long to make some kind of move, but when I finally did something I knew I had made ​​the most correct decision of my life.”

“Jihoon, I need you to look at the camera okay?” Bella’s voice sounded again.

“Right, sorry” Jihoon cleared his throat and looked back at the camera “Where was I? Okay, the best decision of my life. We dated for four years before getting married. I never knew if it was something that you wanted, you never gave me a lot of clues telling me what you wanted. We got married when you were just about to give birth to Lola. I remember that being the happiest day of our lives, or at least the second best”

This image of Jihoon sitting in an armchair changed and it became the image of a lounge, fully adorned. In the center, a couple danced. You couldn’t say that you were surprised to see that the couple was you and Jihoon. You wore a beautiful wedding dress and Jihoon had a suit on. A slow track song playing in the background, one that you couldn’t identify, as you danced, your head on his shoulder, as his rested on top of yours as you swayed from side to side.

The screen then changed and Bella’s smiling face came into focus.

“Hey y/n and Jihoon, just wanted to say that I wish all the best to you both. I couldn’t be happier for you. Thanks for asking me to be a godmother to little Lola, I can hardly wait for her to see this world. I know that I’ll have to split it her attention with your brother but I think we’ll manage. I love you, even you Jihoon”

In Bella’s place appeared an unknown man, you could only assume he was Jihoon’s brother.

“Hello, Jihoon and y/n. I’m very happy that you two are finally official, I know that before you were already together and living together, but nothing says ‘I love you’ like a marriage and a baby. Once someone said 'Children are proof that pure and true love still exists and that God has not given up on us’, well, for me you are proof that true and pure love still exists. Hopefully, both will enjoy your week in Paris. ”

Other people’s messages appeared, your parents and people whom you didn’t know or couldn’t remember, no matter how hard you tried.

You didn’t realize that you had tears in your eyes.

Somehow, although in a way you didn’t fully understand, that seemed to be the life you always dreamed of. Apparently, you had a man who loved you, friends and family, and a daughter.

Jihoon’s face came back and you did the best you could to push away the tears that clouded your eyes.

“We lived happily for almost a year. Lola was born a month after the wedding. You were at home for seven months, to make sure she was okay, you have always been that mother that fusses over every little thing. You got a job as a substitute teacher after the winter holidays”

Jihoon paused, looking down at his hands, and took a deep breath.

“I know that’s the hard part, but you need to continue,” Bella said in the video “We are almost at the end, okay.”

Jihoon nodded and ran a hand over his face.

“In a cold day, when the snow was melting, you were coming home. As always you drove carefully, but that day – one that single day – you forgot to put on the seat belt and in a slightly more closed curve the car… you got launched through the windshield.”

Jihoon just came out from behind the bedroom door after making sure that you were watching the video.

He walked over to the end of the hall, where was the room of your daughter. Jihoon silently prayed that you hadn’t woken up Lola. 

He had been the one to tell her about you, about the accident. He couldn’t think of anything else to do, how to further hide it, when Lola would run up to you in the morning and you didn’t remember her. At first, the she looked confused, as if you, her world, had been torn away from her, but then she understood why her mother didn’t remember anything the next morning. 

Or at least, Jihoon likes to think that Lola understood. 

How could an eight-year-old grasp a concept that he, a grown man, past his thirties, was yet to comprehend?

His prayers were not answered when Jihoon saw Lola sitting in bed holding a stuffed bunny.

“I was hoping that you would still be asleep,” Jihoon said while sitting in bed.

Lola shrugged and climbed up her father’s lap, her arms going around his neck.

“Do you think” Lola began quietly, “that one day mommy will remember? That one day mommy will wake up and know who I am?”

That question was something that Jihoon knew would come one day. It was a question that he had prepared himself to hear many times but finally hearing it had been enough to crush the last remaining pieces of his heart.

He could still remember the very moment when he received the call that you had been in a car accident. Jihoon was at home, entertaining Lola until you got back from work. Everything had happened so fast. In a second he was happily giving Lola something to eat, and the next he was calling his brother, asking him to take care of Lola while he went to the hospital as the purest form of fear and despair had taken over his body.

Jihoon spent all possible seconds’ by your bedside during the month you spent in the hospital. No matter how much he wanted to stay with you until you finally came back to him, he needed to go home and take care of his daughter. Lola had never cried so much. During that one month you were unconscious in the hospital Lola cried desperately, as if she knew something was wrong - that her mother wasn’t there.

The hardest part was when you woke up.

Jihoon knew there was a possibility, that maybe, you could lose your memory, but he believed it would be only temporary - as the doctor said. But then six months went by and you still didn’t remember anything. All the progress they had made the previous day was completely erased from your memory when you closed your eyes to go to sleep.

In the first few months, Bella went to your house every day in the morning to help. She was the only person you remembered and the only one who could confirm that Jihoon was who he claimed to be, and things would be easier for that day. But after a while, Jihoon asked Bella to stop going. You were his wife, and it was his job to get you to remember him every single day.

“I don’t know, honey. I guess that it might happen” a lie. Jihoon knew that it was a lie.

Two years after the accident you underwent brain surgery. The doctor found that there was still some swelling in your brain, even after such a long time since the accident. In theory, it was all very cute and colorful, but the reality couldn’t be further away from the truth.

The surgery didn’t help, not in the way both you and Jihoon expected. The doctor said, “The brain is an inexplicable part of the body, there’s nothing wrong with her ​​brain, but she can’t seem to keep her memory.” That was the hardest thing he had ever heard. The doctor was, with covered words, saying that you would never remember him, Lola, or the life they spent together.

“Why don’t you change into your uniform while I make breakfast?” Jihoon suggested. Lola nodded and got out of bed in complete silence.

The idea for the video came soon after news of the failed surgery. Jihoon had nothing to lose, if the video didn’t work they would have lost just one day. He asked for help from all the people who were active in your life: Bella, Jihoon’s brother, your parents.

There wasn’t a day when he could point to and say “This was the worst one” because the truth was that all days were very similar. Every day he’d wake up in the same bed with a woman that didn’t know who he was and that they had a daughter together, but that was the same woman he loved unconditionally and wasn’t willing to give up on. No matter what he had to do, Jihoon would always be by your side.

When Jihoon had just finished making breakfast, you went downstairs. You had put on a pair of jeans and the same light yellow sweater that you wore every morning.

“The last thing that I remember,” you started, and it was the same expression that Jihoon had seen in Lola’s just a few minutes before “was that I left the apartment after a fight with Bella”

That was a conversation Jihoon had with you every single day for the past seven and a half years, sometimes it went a little different but it was basically the same thing.

“You never left the apartment. You went to your room and slept to forget the fight” he told you

You nodded, leaving the kitchen and Jihoon followed you. He knew you were going to the piano, which was another daily routine.

“Is she any good?”

“She is the best of all”

You smiled, trying to accept the fact that you were married to the gorgeous man standing in front of you and that you had a daughter with him. You heard the sound of a door closing and then quick steps going down the stairs.

“Don’t run on the stairs,” you warned the girl automatically. You didn’t understand why you did it, it was as if your brain was programmed to say that.

“Sorry, mommy” Lola said as she went down the stairs slowly and holding onto the handrail.

Lola was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen in your entire life - or at least the part of your life you remembered. Lola had nearly black hair like Jihoon with cute curls at the ends, round brown eyes, but her most beautiful feature was her smile - it was exactly like her father’s.

“Do you remember me already?” Lola asked, stopping in front of you.

You bent down so you were at the same height as your daughter. Somehow, you knew in her entire bein, that that little girl with hopeful eyes was your daughter, it didn’t matter that your idiotic brain didn’t remember her. In your heart, you knew that it was true.

“Yes, baby, I remember”

“Then you will take me to school with daddy?”

You smiled and nodded. You didn’t know what would be the position Jihoon’s about it, but something said he wouldn’t oppose it.

“Go eat before it gets cold,” Jihoon said to her.

Lola stood on tiptoes to give a quick kiss on your cheek and ran to the kitchen. Your heart warmed with that small gesture. That little girl loved you, despite the fact that you couldn’t remember anything. Everything you knew about Lola was what you saw in the video and what you had just witnessed, even though you felt like you knew her.

“You want to know about the accident?” Jihoon asked behind you.

“No,” you vehemently denied “you were very explicit during the video”

Jihoon raised his eyebrows and smiled a little.

“That’s new, you always ask about the accident”

It was strange for you how Jihoon remembered every moment and you didn’t, even though you tried. It seemed unfair that he got to have it all, while you forgot everything when you closed your eyes.  If you loved this man as much as the people in the video said, you wanted to be able to remember and perhaps even feel it.

“How does this work? How is it at her school?” you couldn’t begin to imagine how it was for Lola. The kids don’t usually let go of something, and if a child is taken as “different” the other ones might see her as the bad one, the one who doesn’t fit, for problems that weren’t even hers.

“She doesn’t care. You told her once that you would always remember her, no matter what happened.”

“But I don’t remember her,” you said sadly. You wanted to remember your daughter, wanted to remember all the times you spent together, wanted to remember the feeling of being pregnant, the first moment you saw Lola and fell in love with her even more; you wanted to remember Jihoon and every moment that you had shared. But that, at least for the time being, seemed the most distant and impossible thing in the whole world.

“I’m sorry” you said “This all must be hard for you. I mean, you have to remember me every day of who I am and what my life is like now, and take care of our daughter alone”

Jihoon took a step forward, nervous. In those first hours, everything was very uncertain. He wasn’t sure of what he should do or say. Before, completely detached from the reality that you now lived, a simple touch was enough to soothe you and make things calm down. But in that moment, even after eight years, he still didn’t know what to do.

“You don’t have to apologize for something you can’t control,” Jihoon said softly. He held your hand and when you didn’t pull away he continued “And I don’t do anything alone, you help me every day even if you don’t remember.”

You wanted to cry. Jihoon was a good man and didn’t deserve to go through all of that. It wasn’t fair to him. You wanted to scream to the world and do something, anything at all, so everything could to go as it should be. But crying wouldn’t do anything and there was no magic remedy that would bring back the memories you suddenly felt so desperate to have.

Taking Lola to school wasn’t the most difficult task of the day. You didn’t get weird looks, as you had expected the entire drive there. In fact, it was as if everyone knew exactly who you were and what happened.

With a smile you watched Lola get out of the car and run to the school gate, where two other little girls were waiting for her. One of them was like a little Bella and knowing that it was quite possible that she was her daughter, you made ​​a mental note to call your friend later. Lola only entered school after waving at you with both hands and shouting “I love you.”

And there they were again, the tears. You felt almost stupid for that to be the third time that you wanted to cry that day. You cried watching the video, after seeing Lola in the living room and now saying goodbye to her at the school, all because you knew that the next day you would have to do the exact same thing without remembering that you had done it a thousand times before.

Jihoon took you to the roof of the old shop where he worked, a place he now owns. That was a place for you two, where you had shared memorable moments that were now just his.

“Why do you do this every day?” you asked after a few minutes of silence “Why do you insist on reminding me of who I am? You could have left me with my parents. I would be their problem and not yours. You could raise Lola the right way and maybe even find someone else ”

It hurt you to ask those questions, but you had to know. Jihoon was still young, he was only 33. You were sure that he wouldn’t have to search long and hard to find someone who loved him, someone who could actually remember him every morning and who could love him as much as he loved that person.

Jihoon didn’t answer for a few minutes, his eyes on the city in front of him. He knew everything he wanted to say and everything inside him screamed for him to say it, but he didn’t think he should. You were having a good day, asking questions that usually you didn’t, scolding Lola for doing anything remotely dangerous for a child. You had never done those things before.

With you, there was always a routine that was followed to the T by everyone around you. You woke up and didn’t recognize him, watched the video, asked about the accident, took Lola to school, went to Lola’s bookstore and spent the day inquiring her about your new life, returned home and had more questions, played with Lola and would go to sleep.

It had been the same way, every day for the past seven years. But not that day. For the first time, you didn’t run to Bella the first chance you got, you didn’t ask about the accident. Instead, you decided to stay with him and talk to him. 

Jihoon was afraid to say something and things went back to that same routine. But what would he lose at the end of the day? Just a day you wouldn’t remember, and he still had many others to come. Then maybe, just once, he would say whatever he felt. He just needed to tell her everything, just once and never again.

“You once told me I was your superhero. You said that you knew I would always find you and make things right again. I never understood what you meant. I was always just a guy who liked a girl and would do anything for her, but now I understand why because you were also my superhero. Whenever I needed to, for any nonsense it was, you were there for me. We were each other’s lifeline, and you’re still mine. I couldn’t and still can’t imagine how my or Lola’s lives would be without you, if you weren’t there with us every day. Do we have problems? Of course, we have, but what couple doesn’t? Our problems are just a bit different from the most couples out there.”

Jihoon stopped for a second to breathe. He wasn’t someone who just talked about his feelings, it was always easier to shut himself out in order to protect those around him. But he knew he would have to talk about it, at least once - withholding nothing - or never have the courage to speak again.

You played with your fingertips listening carefully to what he was saying. You were sure that it was difficult for him to say those things, but it was also hard for you tp hear them.

“Lola loves you, she would love you anyway, no matter what. I see in your eyes every time you look at her, doesn’t matter if for you it’s the first day, you still have the same look as years ago” Jihoon ran his hand through his hair, “What I mean is that I don’t want any another person. I know this is hard, but if it was easy then it wouldn’t be fun and wouldn’t have half the importance it does. I do what I do because I love you, y/n. It’s hard? Yes, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

You didn’t know what to say, absolutely nothing was going through your mind. At that moment, after listening to his words, you started to understand why you fell for him in the first place. Jihoon wasn’t someone who lived his life just for himself, he was the kind of person who cared about others and the people he loved were put on the priority list – at the first sign of trouble he would drop everything and go to them.

"You think one day I’ll remember? Because I know everything’s here,” you pointed at your head “Everything is just really clouded. I know it’s in here but I don’t know how to reach it”

“To be brutally honest about it? I don’t think so” Jihoon ran his hand through his hair again and sighed “I told Lola that your memory could come back, but I’m not so sure. It’s been seven years. If it was going to happen then I suppose it would have happened by now. Then what? Remember everything until the moment of the accident? But then you wouldn’t remember anything of what happened after that. None of it seems fair to me”

You nodded and stayed silent for a long time, just looking at the beautiful view in front of you. 

You stayed most of the day on the rooftop, talking about everything that you missed. Moments you had been there for but at the same time you weren’t. Every single question that left your lips was met with Jihoon’s easy answers. He didn’t leave anything out, even if it meant that what he said wasn’t nice to hear.

You took his hand in your, your head leaning against his shoulder. He took a deep breath and you did the same.

“I promise I’ll try to remember everything. I’ll make notes, write everything. I’ll remind me of you every morning.”

Jihoon squeezed your hand back. Little butterflies danced in his skin, something inside him waking up after a long time.

“I don’t know how the other me felt when she fell in love with you, but what I feel right now should come really close to that.”

“I love you, y/n” Jihoon said intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I’ll fall for you every day, for the rest of my life”

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[scarlettjemily]

Latch

I have a Jemily playlist on spotify and I shuffle it and write a fic inspired by the song

Song: Latch (acoustic version) - Sam Smith (suggested by @pascaleledumbo)

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Jennifer "JJ" Jareau

Summary: Season 17 Emily and JJ finally getting married. This is their wedding day. This fic is just pure happiness, not a single thing goes wrong. It's just all love.

Word count: 2.2k

Posted on Ao3 as well

*Not my pictures*

“You’d think with it being my second wedding, I wouldn’t be so nervous,” JJ laughed, smoothing out her dress with her hands. She looked at herself in the mirror, a rush of excitement hitting her.

"Yes, but your first wedding wasn’t with Emily,” Penelope pointed out, handing JJ her bouquet. “You look so beautiful,” she gushed, looking at her best friend. She had to stop herself from crying; she couldn’t believe Emily and JJ were finally getting married after all these years.

“Hey! Don’t you start! I don’t want to ruin my makeup before I get out there.” JJ turned away from Penelope, waving the girl away.

Penelope took the most dramatic deep breath, trying to compose herself, “I think I’m okay; let’s go. We can’t keep Em waiting,” she said, ushering the bride out of the room so they could get to the wedding.

“Nervous?” Tara asked, handing a glass of whiskey to Emily. She sat down on the arm of the couch, watching as Emily took a quick sip of her drink, then placing it down so she could fix the buttons of her suit.

Emily chuckled, her shoulders shrugging. “A little, but I’m more shocked. I never thought we’d be together, let alone get married.” She picked her drink back up and turned to face Tara. “How do I look?” She asked, giving her a spin.

“You’re an absolute smoke show, Emily; you look amazing.” They both laughed and clinked their glasses together, throwing back the rest of their drinks. “Okay, the car is here; we better head off.”

Penelope held JJ’s hand as they walked up to the entrance of the little garden; she could hear soft piano music playing, which was her cue that the ceremony was about to start. She saw Rossi standing at the entrance; he smiled and held his hand out for her.

JJ felt tears well up in her eyes. “Dave, really? Am I not too old to be walked down the aisle?” She joked, trying to stop herself from getting too emotional. She was already feeling overwhelmed, in the best way possible. She just wanted to see her soon-to-be wife.

He grabbed her hand and linked his arm with hers. “Oh hush, I already walked Emily down 5 minutes ago.”

JJ couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Rossi walking the woman down the aisle. Her usual stoic self, probably struggling to compose herself and to hide how much it meant to her. “How’d she seem?” JJ asked, watching as Penelope walked around the bend of the aisle.

“She was happy, Jennifer, so unbelievably happy." Dave looked at JJ with a warm smile. He lifted her chin with his finger so she was looking at him. “Are you ready?” His smile was so comforting for JJ; he really was like a father to her. To them both.

“I’m so ready,” she beamed, walking arm in arm down the aisle. When she walked around the bend, the first thing she saw were all their friends in their seats. Granted, there weren’t a lot of people, but the most important people were there. It made it more special that way.

As soon as JJ’s eyes locked onto Emily, she felt her throat tighten. She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman she’d ever laid eyes on. There was no stopping the tears that dropped from the corner of her eyes. That was her soulmate.

She was dressed in a completely ivory suit that cinched at her waist perfectly. The wide-legged pants covered a pair of pointy white heels. Her silver hair pinned up loosely, stray curls falling around her face perfectly. It took every ounce of control JJ had to not sprint down the aisle and jump on her fiancée.

Emily had to look away for a moment to collect herself; the pure shock of seeing JJ in a wedding dress stole all the air from her lungs. She looked back and let out a quiet laugh when she saw JJ crying. She knew all too well how emotional JJ could be—a change of pace from her usual lack of emotions. Well, lack of expression, Emily felt a lot; all the time, she just compartmentalised better than most.

JJ looked radiant, walking down the aisle in an ivory dress that matched Emily’s suit perfectly. More proof the women were made for each other; they complemented one another without needing to plan a single thing. Emily’s chest felt warm when she looked at JJ; her blonde hair was loosely curled and falling over her tanned shoulders. Emily could swear that JJ’s skin was glowing under the warmth of the sun; she’d never felt more in love with the woman than she did in that moment.

JJ took the last few steps down the aisle; she gave Rossi a kiss on the cheek, whispering her thanks. She handed her bouquet to Penelope before she turned to look at her fiancée. She laughed as she began to cry again. She couldn’t control the emotions that were spilling out of her; every time she looked at Emily, she just felt so overwhelmed with joy; all she could do was laugh and cry.

Emily reached her hand out, taking a hold of JJ's hand, the other resting on her hip. “My love, you look so beautiful,” she whispered, planting a kiss on her cheek. JJ’s hand rested on Emily’s cheek, shaking her head, her eyes taking in her facial features. Something she’d done a million times before "here,” Emily said, pulling a tissue out of her jacket pocket and handing it to JJ. The small crowd of people laughed at the sight, all of them knowing what JJ was like.

“Thank you,” JJ chuckled, using the tissue to dab her cheeks. “I just can’t believe we’re finally here,” she said, still not believing that they were about to get married. Emily agreed, giving JJ’s hand a firm squeeze, not planning to let go anytime soon.

“They will both now read their vows; who would like to go first?”

The two women had a silent conversation with their eyes, deciding that JJ would start. Penelope handed her a piece of paper that had her vows written on it; she unravelled them, her hands shaking slightly. The paper was covered in her neat and precise handwriting—not a single letter out of place. Emily smiled knowingly; her paper was the complete opposite: covered with scribbles, words crossed out. It represented them perfectly.

“Emily, my Emily." JJ started, glancing at her fiancee for a moment before deciding to keep her eyes on her paper; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to get through the vows. “I can’t believe I’m standing in front of you right now, at our wedding, about to call you my wife. You started off as my co-worker, then you quickly became a friend. Then all of a sudden you were my boss,” the crowd laughed along with Emily and JJ. “Then you finally became my girlfriend, my fiancee, and now my wife." JJ let out a shaky breath, a small tear rolling down her cheek, but she was able to continue reading through it. “After everything we’ve been through together and separately, I’m so grateful to say that you have been the most consistent thing in my life. No matter what, you were there. Always.” She used her arm to wipe her tears because she refused to let go of Emily’s hand. “You were there for me when I didn’t even know that I needed you, but I think I’ve always needed you, and I’m certain I’ve always loved you. Even if it took me a while to come to terms with it,” a soft chuckle sounded from the crowd. “But now that I’ve got you, I promise you, there’s no way I’ll ever let you go.”

Emily quickly wiped a tear from her eye as JJ finished her vows. She squeezed her hand and gave her a warm smile. “That was beautiful, darling,” she complimented. She pulled her own piece of paper out of her pocket and shook her head. “Not as neat as yours,” she admitted sheepishly. JJ gave Emily an amused look, assuring her it was okay and waiting to hear her vows.

“Jennifer, Jen, JJ, my darling, my love... I can’t keep track of all the names I call you, and I’m sure there will be a million more that I’ll come up with, seeing as you’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives,” she laughed, looking up at JJ. All the people around them seemed to disappear when Emily watched JJ giggle; she stopped for a moment, getting distracted by how beautiful she was. "God, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” she stated, practically dazed.

JJ couldn’t help herself; she planted a kiss on Emily’s cheek. “Thank you, baby,” she whispered. “Keep going,” she encouraged, giddy about what might be on the paper.

Emily let out a quick breath, concentrating on her paper again. “I truly believe I fell in love with you the first day I met you, but I thought you’d never feel the same way. So I decided that I’d have you in any capacity I could, and that was as my best friend. Now that you’re going to be my wife, I promise to always be your best friend first, to always be by your side, loving you and supporting you and annoying you just as much,” she gave JJ a quick wink before continuing. “I’m so grateful you chose me to be your wife. I wake up next to you every day, and I’m still pinching myself because I can’t believe that I get to call you mine." Emily folded the paper back up and returned it to her pocket. “I promise to love you until the day I die, and then in my next life, I promise to find you and love you again and again and again,” she croaked, her cry getting stuck in her throat.

JJ shook her head, crying at Emily’s words. She grabbed Emily’s face, not caring about the traditions of the wedding, and kissed her deeply. Emily’s hands landed on JJ’s hips as she kissed her back; there was no way she would pull away. She also didn’t care about traditions; her and JJ were by no means a traditional couple.

“Well then, you both may keep kissing the bride!”

The crowd erupted with loud cheers and continuous clapping. Both women laughed into their shared kiss, pulling each other closer, not wanting the moment to end.

“After you, my wife,” Emily held JJ's hand as she stepped into the car; she didn’t let go as she slid in the back seat next to her wife. “Thank you,” she aimed at the driver as he began to drive off.

JJ scooted closer to Emily, wrapping her arms around the woman as best she could. “I love you,” she hummed, smiling contentedly when Emily wrapped one arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Emily mumbled the sentiment back, placing a series of small kisses on JJ’s forehead. “Did you have a good day?” She asked, pulling back slightly so she could look at her wife’s face.

Emily placed her finger under JJ’s chin, running the pad of her thumb across her bottom lip. “It was better than good, baby; it’s been the best day of my life,” she whispered. Her heart swelled seeing JJ’s face beam; she captured JJ’s lips in a kiss, still holding her chin. “I can’t wait to get you to the hotel,” she mumbled against her lips, clumsily kissing her at the same time.

JJ swore her body shivered at the thought of getting back to their hotel. She gave her wife one last squeeze before pulling away. “We’ve got to stop; otherwise, I won��t be able to control myself in the back of this car,” she stated under her breath, only for Emily to hear.

Emily smirked, holding JJ close to herself, letting her chin rest atop her wife’s head. "Soon, my love, we’ll be there soon,” she reassured, letting her hand rest on JJ's thigh.

JJ squealed when Emily lifted her in her arms in the traditional bridal carry. “Emily! Don’t drop me!” She laughed, holding her tightly around her neck.

Emily stepped through the door of their room and swiftly kicked it shut behind her. “I would never, baby girl; I’ve got you.” She headed down the hall into the room, aiming straight for the bed. She threw JJ onto it, chuckling at JJ’s overly dramatic squeals. Emily kicked her heels off and walked to the edge of the bed, simultaneously unbuttoning her suit jacket.

JJ giggled, hopping up on her knees and crawling over to Emily. “Let me,” she purred, pulling Emily’s jacket down her arms and throwing it to the floor. She frantically kissed her while making quick work of her blouse; she moaned deeply when Emily’s hands made their way into her hair. Pulling it tightly into a makeshift ponytail, “I love you,” she groaned as Emily pulled her hair back, beginning to kiss down JJ's neck.

“I love you too, my darling,” Emily declared against JJ's skin, her hand snaking around her back to unzip her dress. “I can’t believe you’re my wife,” she divulged, watching as JJ's dress pooled around her knees, leaving her in just her underwear. “You’re all mine,” she professed, wrapping her arms around JJ's bare waist.

JJ wrapped her arms around Emily’s neck, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m yours, Emily, forever,” she beamed, both women still basking in the shock that they each finally got to marry their best friend.

[watermelonsugacry]

Need bandmates reaction to harry ripping his pants

Leather Pants

A/N: i wrote this so fast lol hope you lovies enjoy! 💚

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married YNrry!

SINCE 2010 masterlist

YN can’t necessarily pick her favorite part of Harry’s shows: to the soft piano introduction for Daydreaming to the crazy beginning of Kiwi. To Harry singing Matilda to walking around to pick some signs to read. It changes every now and then and it’s not until the introduction for Music For A Sushi Restaurant begins to play that she realizes that she dearly missed the sound of the infamous addition of the trumpets on stage.

It never fails to put a smile on her face at the thought of Harry adding trumpets to his songs any chance he gets ever since the whole Olivia fiasco. She remembers how he rambled on and on to her about how 1D’s producers took off the brass instruments from the song after the two spent a great deal of time getting them right. 

Now, the couple dances from their respective spots in the arena to the beautiful, jazzy sound every night he has a show.

Sushi rotates into the number one spot of her favorite part of Love on Tour, especially now as she watches Harry skip over to her side of the stage. He spots her easily as she stands to the wall behind the massive crowd of fans in the pit. He leans down to one knee, head thrown back as the crowd sings back at him. In a blink of an eye, she sees the way he spreads his legs a little too wide and the leather that covers his groin splits apart.

In an instant, YN stops dancing and yells out a oh shit! before covering her mouth in shock. Being the professional that he is, Harry continues the show as he tries to cover his exposed self with his hands and a small towel before settling on a pride flag wrapped around his waist. 

As humorous as it was, she grows worried that Lambert isn’t moving as quickly as he needs to be to help with the wardrobe malfunction. Not that it’s bothering Harry much as he continues to prance around the stage with a bright smile and letting his hands wander over his body.

So with a quick word with her head of security guard, he escorts her down the backstage hallways to his dressing room. They meet Lambert halfway and in an instant, she has an extra pair of brown leather pants in her grasp. Running in her heels certainly isn’t an obstacle for her as she’s quickly making her way down the small gap in between the barricades in the pit. 

It takes a second for the fans to register what’s happening, but soon enough the entire arena is screaming out at the sight of her and begin chanting her name. She quickly ducks under the open flaps of the stage and soon she finds her husband amongst the crew’s set up with his hands clasped in front of his groin, rocking on his heels to his toes as he waits for his stylist to come in. A big smile spreads across his face at the sight of his wife but before he even gets a chance to greet her properly, she’s shoving him into the corner of the small area where there’s a black curtain set up for when he needs to use the restroom. 

He can barely get a word out as she’s quickly untucking the flag around his waist and undoing the buttons of his torn leather pants. She barks out a laugh when he playfully reaches out to undo the buttons of her trousers and it earns him a slap on the hands.

“Oi! Hands off mister.”

“What? Thought that’s what y’came in here for,” He teases as he shimmies out of his pants and grabs the new pair that rests over her shoulder. The smirk on his face only grows wider as she crouches down to gather the pants pooled at his feet. “Certainly looks that way.”

“You’re certainly feeling yourself tonight, huh?” YN smiles warmly at him.

“I feel so fucking good right now. First show of the year, the crowd is insane, first show as a married man, got my fucking gorgeous wife here with me—I don’t think anything can top this.”

“Just wait until we get back to the hotel,” She hums and giggles when he stops zipping up his trousers and gives her a boyish smile. 

“Maybe in the dressing room?”

She reaches around him to finish tucking in his yellow shirt, “Hmm, if yeh don’t rip your pants again.” 

“H, 10 seconds man!” They hear one of the backstage crew members yell from the other side of the curtain. 

In an instant, Harry’s taking her jaw in his hands and leaning down to press his lips to her, taking advantage of her close proximity. She’s quickly reciprocating his love and can feel him smile against her. 

Their honeymoon went by far too fast for their liking and if they weren’t as physically affectionate before, they certainly were now. Fans have noticed this recently as paparazzi pictures (and a handful of fans lucky enough to have witnessed it themselves) capture the way the couple walks the streets with their hands tightly clasped together, Harry’s arm thrown over her shoulder, and YN with her hand in his jacket pocket. Some even show more intimate shots of the happy couple as Harry presses his lips to her temple outside of a small café or as they share a few kisses while sitting on a park bench.

Both of them are having a hard time keeping their hands off of each other—now more than ever before—but do either of them care what the media is saying at the moment? Hell no.

“I love you,” She breathes sweetly against his mouth and he’s this close to canceling the rest of the show and taking her back to his dressing room.

“You’re on, Harry!”

“I love you more.” 

YN can’t help but giggle as he tries to pull away from her because while his legs lead him towards the exit, his hands still cup her jaw as he continues to peck kisses to her lips.

“Go!” She laughs, literally pushing her hands against his chest to encourage him back on stage before she keeps him trapped down all for herself. Her cheeks must be sore by how long the love sick smile has stayed on her face ever since...well, ever since she married the man almost a month ago. Blowing her one final kiss, he’s making his way back out on stage to the excited crowd.

Coming back down to Earth, she gives a sheepish smile to the backstage tour team working underneath the bulk of the main stage. 

“Yeh doing amazing everyone. Keep up the good work,” She compliments the workers, acting like she wasn’t all lovey-dovey with her secret husband moments ago—shamelessly showing more PDA than they ever have before their crew. All of the crew members just give a warm smile back to her and a hand raised letting her know that her compliment is well received. Once YN exits the small area, it’s not long after that chatter passes around the tour team—and eventually their fanbases—about the couple’s undeniable and genuine love they have for each other.

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[algea]

Bluebird

song (inspired by): Bluebird by Luca Fogale

pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader

prompt: Simon gazes at his significant other and realizes that he is completely in love with her, and when she puts this song on play, his feelings blossom.

warning: British humor, strong language, angst (more of a happy sad), chalk full of fluff

a/n: just remember that my requests for things are always open, and I’ll happily write whatever you want!

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“…Simon.” A voice softly called, pulling him out of the trance he was lost in. He blinked and lifted his eyes to hers, recalling that he had been staring at her far too long, mesmerized by her. A soft smile had graced Y/N’s lips, her eyes crinkling in a way that only she could wear.

“Hm?” Simon grunted, his eyebrows drawing together underneath his balaclava. 

“You were staring, hon.” Y/N responded, sashaying her way to the other side of the kitchen, searching for an ingredient to go into the dinner she was making. Not that Y/N cared, she basked in his cold, yet loving, stare.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought, love.” Simon murmured, standing up and stalking towards her. He stood behind her as she cooked, placing his arms beside hers, caging her in from behind.

“You’re just so bloody fucking gorgeous that I couldn’t stop looking.” He finished, resting his chin on her head. 

“You, mister, are going to be the death of me.” Y/N laughed, turning around and grabbing his shoulders and placing a kiss on the chin of his balaclava. Simon daringly moved his hands to her waist, being careful not to topple over whatever she was brewing up. 

“Why do you wear that stupid fucking mask when it’s only you and I? I loathe that mask.” Y/N sighed, brushing her fingers across his cheekbone.

“And why would that be?” Simon asked, his deep, gravelly voice rumbling through the air. 

“I can’t see your beautiful face, Simon.” Y/N smirked, softly grabbing the edges of it. Simon only stared down at her, his eyes silently saying ‘I love you.’ She lifted the mask up to his nose, where she placed a kiss to his lips. She slowly pulled the mask farther, until it was hanging limp in her hand.

Not many things really surprised Y/N, come to say. She’s seen most of it all, working as a Ground Operations Specialist. But the thrill she got seeing Simon without a mask was so much more than what she encounters on her job. 

“There’s the Simon Riley I know.” Y/N smiled, her other hand softly caressing his jaw. Simon could’ve sworn that if it got any better, her eyes would be making hearts at him right now.

“You makin’ fuckin’ heart eyes at me, love?” Simon joked, though there wasn’t a joking tone to his voice.

“Why yes, I am, how did you know?” Y/N smiled, turning back around and finished cooking the food. She’s always been overly blunt, saying whatever comes to mind, whether good or bad. That’s one of the many things Simon likes about her, that and the fact Y/N doesn’t care whether she’s rude or not. 

“How about some music?” Y/N asked softly, setting the plates and food out. As Simon stood there and watched her, he found that the more he watched, the more he wanted to marry her. She would look so perfect as a wife, and maybe even with his children. Y/N pulled out a record, unmarked and unknown, but she set it on the record table nonetheless. As she pushed the needle onto the record, the crackle of white noise began, then the beautiful chords of guitar floated to Simons ears. The breathtaking strikes of the pianos chords sang in accompaniment to the guitar, creating a serene sound. 

She moves a ghost, sleepless eyes and weathered bones

She is glass, and stone, and all things in between

Simons lips parted at the words, and he set his eyes on his girlfriend once more. He noticed how the words described her more than perfectly, something only he alone could understand. 

And so it seems that she floats amongst the fallen leaves

She is all the places I have ever been

So maybe you’re a bluebird, darlin’

Tearing through the darkness of my days

Simon would never fully let himself admit that Y/N was the light, the joy, that completely crashed his life that evening where he found her captive in Valeria’s house. Her life was slowly coming to a close that night, but luckily Johnny had found her before they got to Valeria. Johnny was the one who helped her get out, carrying Y/N’s broken and struggling body to Ghost. 

“Who the bloody fuck is this?” Ghost scoffed, holding the unidentified woman’s body in his hands. 

“She’s a Operations Specialist, aye. Surprised she’s still alive, Valeria fucked her up bad, mate.” Soap replied, gazing sadly down at the woman’s body. Simon felt her stir in his arms, and she slowly opened her eyes and blinked. 

“Ugh…Where the hell am I…” Y/N started as she looked around. Suddenly being more aware, Y/N smashed her foot into Simons chest in attempt to escape.

“Oi, easy there soldier. We ain’t gon’ hurt you.” Soap said cautiously, taking a step towards Y/N. 

“We’re here to arrest Valeria, be fucking grateful we found you.” Simon muttered, throwing the obvious insults at her halfheartedly. 

“You don’t think I fucking am? You are some dim witted soldiers, I’ll tell you that.” Y/N laughed, sliding out of Simons hands and standing on the ground. 

“Well, on behalf of the 141, we greet you, Colonel.” Soap sighed, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. Y/N’s body went rigid, and she whispered,

“141…? Who exactly are you people?” 

“I’m Soap Mactavish, Sergeant.” Soap greeted.

“Ghost. Lieutenant.” Ghost snapped. After quick introductions, they boarded the chopper, Soap sitting next to Alejandro, Y/N next to Ghost. Silence filled the air, and Y/N awkwardly looked around.

“So, Lieutenant, don’t ya have a first name?” Y/N yelled over the chopper. Ghost glanced over at her, studying her face. He found that her nose was broken, lips cracked and busted, various cuts donned her face, and one of her eyes was swollen.

“You don’t need to know.” Simon replied back, shifting his gaze down to her arms, which were littered in bruises, cuts and burns. A few of her fingers were broken and her hands were also slightly swollen. He could guess she had a few broken ribs and internal bruises. God knows what could be wrong physiologically with her now, but it seemed like nothing bothered her nonetheless.

Once they arrived back at the base, Y/N stood to get off the chopper, but Simon refused to let her walk. 

“Love, you aren’t gonna be able to walk, let me carry you so you won’t get hurt anymore.” He sighed. Y/N obliged, letting Simon carry her to the infirmary.

“Simon.” He muttered softly to her. “My name is Simon Riley.”

Simon was shook from his flashback as Y/N called his name, sitting down in her chair at the table. He silently moved to sit, making the chair creak under his weight. Her soft gaze settled on his, and he smiled slightly at the attention.

“Y/N, I want to tell you something.” Simon started, placing a hand on his chest to find the box.

“You don’t have to ask, Simon. Please go ahead.” Y/N laughed, placing her hand on his. 

“I know this isn’t the ideal place, nor the ideal time,” He started, sliding off the chair and sitting on one knee. He slid the box out of his jacket and opened it up, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring.

“But fuck I love you, marry me please.” Simon whispered. Y/N’s glassy eyes found his and she swooped down to plant a firm kiss to his lips.

“Simon Riley, I’ll marry you.” She cried, placing more kisses to his lips. Simon took the ring and slid it on her finger, smiling into the kiss. Right then he knew he really was the worlds most happy man, and would forever still be.

[samaraannhan20]

Bucky Barnes imagine: Fate

Warnings: Barton!reader, mentions of torture from Bucky's past, allusions to smut

“Thanks Nat,” I say, walking through the door that she was holding open for me.

“No problem kiddo, looks like you have your hands full,” she says, eyeing everything that I am trying to hold onto without dropping. 

“Yeah. I came straight from work. I’m headed to Bucks. He doesn’t know I’m already here though, which is why he isn’t down here helping me. I was supposed to stop at my apartment first, but I just wanted to get here,” I tell her, and she laughs. 

“Understandable. I just got back from a run with Yelena and I’m heading to Steve’s. He also doesn’t know I’m already back,” she says, and I laugh.

“Just two girlfriends surprising their men,” I say with a smile, and then follow her into the elevator. She presses the buttons for the two different floors that they’re on, and we make small talk on our way up. 

“See you for lunch Friday!” I say as I walk out of the elevator first, leaving her behind in the elevator to go up one more floor. She waves goodbye, and I nod my head because my hands are too full to wave. I watch her laugh as the door closes and walk the remaining feet to Bucky’s door. When I get there I kick it gently with my foot a couple of times, and step back as I hear him walk towards the door. 

“Can you take something? I’ve lost feeling in my arm,” I say as soon as he opens the door, not even bothering to say hello. He laughs and takes my water bottle and the bag of food, before moving to hold the door open for me to walk in first. I walk in and drop everything that I was still holding, which was just my school bag and lunchbox, onto the couch. I turn towards him as he puts the food and my water down on the table, and he turns to me with a smile. 

“Hi doll,” he says as he walks to where I am standing, stopping just in front of me. 

“Hi honey,” I say, stepping to him and wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my head in his chest. 

“Hard day at school?” he asks after dropping a kiss on the top of my head, and I scoff.

“That doesn’t even begin to explain it. No one wanted to participate in music class today,” I say, and then pull away and walk over to the table and start pulling food out as I keep talking. “Kindergarten was the same as always, which wasn’t so bad. First grade was squirrely, but we got a good amount done. Second grade was the same as first, but we got a little less done. Third grade is where it all started going downhill.” 

“Oh no. That’s like the middle of the day,” he says, sitting down across from me, opening his container and grabbing his fork.

“Yep. They had the attention span of a goldfish today and we made it through one song twice before their time was over. Then it was lunch, but I had a student come in for help on a solo, so I didn’t even get to eat. Oh speaking of, I should put my lunch box in the fridge,” I say, and go to stand up, but Bucky reaches out and places his hand on top of mine. 

“Eat first. That’s more important,” he says, and I nod and pick up my fork again, taking a bite before speaking up again. 

“So then fifth grade came in, and while I was working with one voice part at the piano, some students from the other voice part came over and banged the keys on the side of the piano I wasn’t playing, which pissed me off, and then I yelled at them.”

“That seems fair though,” he says, and I chuckle. 

“I was much nicer than I should have been. Then fourth grade came in, and they were insane like normal. I wish I had them before lunch because they’re generally better before then. I had to make them run laps. They were so crazy, and  I honestly think that made things worse. But they were my last class, so it wasn’t so bad. I left as soon as the parking lot was empty,” I finish talking and take another bite of food. 

“That explains why you were so early. Did you stop at your apartment?”

“No. I got food and came over here. I don’t have school tomorrow anyway, so it's okay. Spring break couldn’t have come at a better time. But enough about me, how was your day?” I ask him, taking another bite. 

“Same as usual. I went for a run with Steve and Sam, trained with Nat and Yelena, and then came back here. I had therapy at 2, but then I was done.” 

“How was therapy?” I ask him, reaching out to take his hand across the table. 

“It was okay. She said I’m almost ready to be done.” 

“That’s amazing!” I exclaim, jumping up out of my seat and going around the table to give him a hug. He pushes his seat out from the table, and I sit down in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pull back from the hug and press my lips to his in a short kiss. He pulls me back in for a longer kiss and I laugh into it. 

“Are you done eating?” he asks when he pulls away. 

“Yeah. Wanna clean this up and then go lay on the couch and watch a movie?” 

“I’m never going to say no to that question,” he says, and I laugh, standing up and starting to clean up the boxes that were scattered across the table. I walk over to the table and grab my lunchbox, taking the container of food out of it and opening the fridge. I put my lunch in, and then reach over to Bucky for the leftovers that need to go in. He hands them to me, and I put them in, before grabbing a beer for Bucky and a soda for myself and closing the fridge.

“Here,”  I say, handing him the beer and setting my soda down on the coffee table. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to go change.” He nods and leans forward to grab the remote, and I turn to head into his bedroom. When I get in there I grab one of his t-shirts from the drawer, and a pair of the shorts that I keep here, and quickly change. 

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“Can we watch something really random?” I ask a couple hours later after our movie ended. 

“What is it?” he asks with a small laugh.

“Maybe… Taylor Swift music videos?” I mumble, and he lets his head drop back and barks out a laugh. “Hey! Most of them are movie quality! We could even watch the All Too Well short film!” I exclaim, and he laughs even harder. 

“Yeah doll,” he says when he can finally catch his breath. “We can watch music videos. But do you wanna go watch them in the bedroom? I’m getting kinda tired,” he says, and I jump up. 

“Of course we can! Let's go cuddle in your bed!” I say, grabbing his hand and dramatically pulling him up and towards the bedroom. He lets me yank him, and when I yank him close enough to me he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. I laugh and hit his back as he laughs and carries me into the bedroom, and then drops me onto his bed. I scoot up to the top of the bed, and flop back onto the pillows, still laughing. 

“Can I ask you something?” I say as Bucky settles in next to me on the bed. 

“Of course,” he responds, and wraps an arm around my shoulder and tugs me closer to him.

“How come I’m the only person you’re this calm and carefree with?” I ask, and he just stares straight ahead, absentmindedly rubbing my shoulder. “I mean, you’re also kind of like that with Steve, but not at the same level as with me.”

“I don’t know that I have a full answer for that doll. I guess I’m just more comfortable with you. For a long time I didn’t imagine I’d ever get the chance to fall in love again, but then you came along and here we are.” I turn my head to look at him, and stretch up to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“You have shown me the love I only dreamed of. I’ve always loved reading romance books. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic at heart, but I never fully expected to find that fairytale romance. But with you, I did. And just think, if my stinky older brother wasn’t an Avenger, we never would have met,” I say, and he chuckles. 

“Who knew Barton had an amazingly beautiful, kindhearted, caring sister hiding out with his family?” he says, and presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as I love you.”

“Me either. Not even my niece or nephews. The world really knew what it was doing, in the long run. Although I don’t think that you needed to be tortured in order for us to be together. I think that was just overkill,” I say, sitting up and leaning forward and looking into his eyes. 

“If I wasn’t tortured I would have died, and then we never would have met. I’m not saying I’m glad I was turned into the Winter Soldier, but I am glad that it brought me to you.” 

“I love you, “I say, as I lean forward and connect our lips. 

“I love you,” he says, and the pulls me back in, rolling us over on the bed.

[cherrythepuppet]

My Corpse Puppet Fanfic [Part 2]

I'm sure it was obvious but in my fanfic I wanted wally and (Y/n) together and I thought to make them have better chemistry they would be childhood friends that forgot each other, Once again AU belongs to @sketchquill

"Look at the way you're standing! You look like you got rickets or something" Mother yelled as she straighted (Y/n)'s shirt Then one of the butlers in the mansion opened the door to let the (L/n)'s in "Oh, beautiful, innit?" Father mumbled "lt's not as big as our place, dear" mother mumbled "Bit shabby really, isn't it?" father asked but then mother smacked him "Shut up" she said"Lord and Lady Piller" the butler said as he introduced both families "Mr. and Mrs. (L/n)" he finished

"Why, you must be Mr Howdy Yes, l must say, you don't look a day over 20!" Mother said to Lord piller "Smile, darling, smile" Lady piller whispered to her husbandLord piller tried to smile "Well, hello What a pleasure Welcome to our home" he said "Thank you" Mother muttered "We'll be taking tea in the west drawing room Oh, do come this way, it's just through there" Lady piller said as she and her husband began walking to the west drawing room

With mother and father following behind "Oh, l love what you've done with the place" mother said, (Y/n) began to follow them but stopped when she saw a pianoThey hesitated for a moment as their hand lingered over the black and white piano keys then they sat on stool and began to play a few notes

A few notes turned into (Y/n) playing a full song as a man watched them playThe man was in awe at (Y/n)'s skills and walked toward them as (Y/n) turned around and saw him they got nervous and knocked over a small flower vase

"Do forgive me" They said as they picked duo the vase and grabbed the flower "You play beautifully" he said(Y/n) looked at him then realized who he was and also finally did get to see what he looked like

He were very tall, standing at 7 or 8 feet tall He had four arms and legs, green fleece skin, and blue hair styled into a pompadourHe had a large red nose, two red and yellow striped antennae, and small eyebrows and wore a gray suit, buttoned up at his waist, including a brown vest and a short wide icy blue shiny tie plumped to cover his white shirt

"l- l- l do apologize, Mr Piller How rude of me to- Well Excuse me" (Y/n) stuttered "Mother won't let me near the piano...Music is improper for a young lord. Too passionate, she says" He muttered "lf l may ask Mr Piller, where is your chaperon?" (Y/n) asked "Perhaps, in-view of the circumstances you could call me Howdy" He said"Yes, of course. Well Howdy" (Y/n) mumbled

"Yes, (Y/n)?" Howdy asked "Tomorrow, we are to be M-..M-..M-" (Y/n) tried to say it but nothing came out"Married" Howdy said for them "Yes! Married" (Y/n) said "Since l was a child, l've-...l've dreamt of my wedding day and l always hoped to find someone l was deeply in love with" Howdy mumbled (Y/n) stared at him with interest and admiration in their eyes

"Someone to spend the rest of my life with...Silly, isn't it?" Howdy said with a chuckle "Yes, silly- No! No, not at all, no!" (Y/n) corrected they both stared at each other for a moment before (Y/n) stumbled a bit "Oh, dear. l'm sorry!" They said "You are fine and you must not Apologize all the time" Howdy chuckled 

"Right sor-" (Y/n) had been cut off by Lady piller "What in heavens is this?! You shouldn't be alone together! Here it is, one minute before 5 and you're not at the rehearsal! Pastor Kermit is waiting! Come at once!" Lady piller demandedThen (Y/n) and Howdy followed her to the west drawing room

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"Miss (L/n) from the beginning. Again!" Pastor Kermot groaned''With this hand, l will lift your sorrows Your cup will never empty for l will be your wine...With this candle l will light your way in darkness With this ring, l ask you to be mine.'' (Y/n) recited

"Let's try it again" Pastor Kermit said "Yes- Yes, sir" (Y/n) mumbled "With this candle!...This candle...This candle" (Y/n) said as they seemed to have already forget the words "With this candle..." they paused as there was a loud knock on the door "Continue!" pastor Kermit yelled "Get the door, Emil" Lady piller said

"Let's just pick it up at the candle bit" Pastor Kermit muttered as the butler/emil came back in "A Lady Joyful miss" he said as Lady Joyful came into the drawing room

"l haven't a head for dates Apparently, l'm a day early for the ceremony" Lady Joyful said

(Y/n) stared at her...something about this women made her angry yet they couldn't figure out why "ls she from your side of the family?" Lord piller asked "l can't recall...Emil, a seat for Lady Joyful" Lady piller said

"Do carry on" Lady joyful said as she took a seat on an extra chair "Let's try it again, shall we, Miss (L/n)?" Pastor Kermit asked"Yes...Yes! sir. Certainly" (Y/n) said as they were snapped out of their tranceThis Lady Joyful was awfully familiar...where had (Y/n) seen them before? It's like...almost like they've met beforeLady Joyful stared at (Y/n) with a hateful glare 'This is going to difficult if that's who I think it is...' she thought....

[moonlightisdancing]

Simplicity of Love/ s.f.k

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 1078

Warnings: SFW, just super gushy tooth rot, bf sammy, there is a showering bit but its still SFW

A/N: i’m having a sam down and the more candids i see of him, the worse it gets, hence this

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

Birds chirping, a soft breeze blowing under the curtains and the soft sound of a gentle piano in the distance dancing through the air. The smell of fresh coffee pours into the bedroom shared between you and Sam. You roll out of bed wearing nothing but one of his shirts and your underwear, feet gently making their way to the sound of ‘Unchained Melody’ coming from the livingroom, the patter of puppy paws following.

“There she is! Good morning sunshine! And good morning my little Rosie.” Sam looked up from his piano excitedly at you, reaching down to give Rosie her ‘good morning’ pets.

“Good morning, my Sammy,” you reply, still coming to your senses.

You look around and see that Sam had made breakfast for the two of you. A bouquet of wild flowers picked from the yard sat in a tiny glass cup in the middle of the table, surrounded by his little breakfast set up. He made avocado toast and tried out a new recipe for tofu he found that was supposed to mimic eggs.

“I picked some tomatoes from our garden to cook into the ‘eggs’, I’m hoping it tastes as good as it looks…” He sounds unsure of his cooking ability, but it was no secret Sam was the chef in this relationship.

Sam walks up behind you and holds you in his arms. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he sways you side to side, peppering your cheek and neck with kisses. You lean your head back to rest on his chest, feeling the warmth from his body against yours.

“I could stay like this forever, but I don’t want all your hard work to get cold.” You ushered him to the table. Sam’s arms are your favorite place to be and knowing that, he would keep you like that all day given the chance.

Sam ignored your gesture and pulled out your chair before bringing over coffee for the two of you. He places your “Dog Mom'' mug in front of you and kisses your temple before returning to his seat across from you. His coffee is steaming in his “Girl Dad '' mug that you had custom made with a picture of him and Rosebud on it.

“I was thinking we hit the record store today,” He takes a sip of his coffee, “we can get lunch at that new cafe too if that sounds good to you.”

“That sounds great, Sammy.” You watched a big smile grow on his face, his brown eyes glistening at you from the other side of the table.

You considered these kinds of days dates, even if Sam didn’t feel they were special enough for you to call them such. Walking around the record store with your arm in his, looking for new music to share with each other, it’s simple but it’s love. After breakfast, you try to beat Sam to cleaning up the table. He suggests you play rock, paper, scissors and the loser cleans the table. He distracts you so he can change his move and purposely lose.

“Awh man, I lost again,” Sam sucks his teeth, “guess that means YOU get your butt out of my kitchen, and I’ll get this cleaned up!”

You go to the room to gather an outfit for Sam and yourself, and clean towels for a shower before you guys head out. You grab your matching lotion and shower gel in Sam’s favorite scent, “In The Stars.” You start the shower so it can warm up, the feeling of familiar hands grabs your waist. When you turn around, you’re met with Sam’s tall, slim figure. He’s so effortlessly gorgeous, beautiful tan skin, perfect teeth, his big brown eyes and long shiny hair. Sam is by far your favorite sight. You begin undressing each other for your shower, something you always did without it being sexual in nature. Sam kisses your neck before he opens the shower door for you to get in, him following swiftly behind.

Sam holds you close, arms wrapped around your shoulders, your body to his, as the water runs around and between you both. He rests his chin on your head and runs his hand up and down your shoulder, gently swaying while humming ‘Here Comes the Sun’. Feeling the rise and fall of his chest with your cheek pressed against him made the shower feel that much warmer. Sam reaches over to the shampoo bottle, he pumps a little into his palm and starts massaging your scalp, still pressed against his chest. Once he’s done he spins you around under the water and rinses your hair, running his fingers through to make sure all the soap is out. You begin washing Sam’s hair, although less graceful due to the height difference. He tips his head down for you so you can scrub the top. Sam rinses his own hair for the sake of your arms. As you begin soaping up his grey loofah, he gently pours soap into your pink one. Taking turns you begin washing each other, placing gentle kisses in secret spots. You bring the shower head down to rinse off Sam and he returns the favor.

He gets the shower door once more allowing you to exit before him. Covering yourself up first, you bring Sam’s towel over to him and wrap it around his waist. Sam stands behind you in the foggy mirror, hand around your hips as you guys brush your teeth together. Afterwards he sits on the closed toilet lid so you can apply skin care to both you and him. An intense skincare routine wasn’t usually Sam’s thing, but on days where you showered together he enjoyed the pampering. After teeth were brushed and skincare was applied, you two get dressed in preselected outfits, ready to take on your day out in Nashville together.

There’s simplicity in life with Sam. He’s always open about what he wants and how he feels. He shows you videos of cute baby animals, picks you flowers from outside, and is always eager to show you what new melody he’s been working on. He takes pride in the home the two of you have built together, the garden, the memories made, all of it. Sam’s qualities make him easy to love, and over time he’s shown you how to love and be loved. It’s painfully obvious to everyone how much loves his girls, and you couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

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Riana's Determination

This is a Rare Bookseller AU based off @sowhumpshaped 's OC Riana and her story Perfect. What if the Maestro finally had his perfect thrall...?

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tw: mind control, body control, violence, the Maestro fucking dies

Circumstances had forced their hands.

It wasn't that Lily didn't want her sire dead, far from it. She hated him, hated the horrific punishments he made her inflict on herself, hated how he would invade her mind without warning, and especially hated the simpering coward she became in his presence. She wanted him dusted more than she wanted anything else in the world.

But because she was that coward deep down, she'd rather live with the devil she knew and understood than risk yet another failed attempt to kill the Maestro, ending in yet more punishment and pain. At least this way, she could enjoy Miriam's company while it lasted, try to carve out a bit of happiness in hell...

But circumstances had forced their hands. Circumstances in the form of the Maestro's new favorite toy.

Riana had come to him willingly, so he said, and Lily would have found that impossible to believe if she hadn't observed the girl herself. She was a piano prodigy, superior even to Lex, and what's more, she took to all of her sire's punishments with nary a complaint. No, she almost seemed to welcome them, to believe with all of her heart that suffering was the greatest of teachers.

Just like him.

Lily watched her from the shadows, flitting around the music room, her steps poised and perfectly silent, her skin littered with bruises and marks from his crop. Despite her sickly looks, she performed her chores with brutal efficiency and precision.

She was, unfortunately, perfect.

The Maestro was absolutely planning on siring her, there was no question of that. No question that he would prefer this flawless porcelain doll to Lily, who could never please him for long no matter how hard she tried to earn his approval or at least a reprieve. 

He would sire her as soon as he thought she was ready, which could be years from now and could be tomorrow. He'd gain a no doubt powerful vampire with undying loyalty. The slim chance of killing their sire would collapse into nothing once his obedient little minion got a taste of power, and Lex and Lily's hopes and dreams would all be dashed, if they were even allowed to live.

So that's why it had to be now, their last attempt at freedom. Lily had filled her pockets with the stakes she had stolen from hunters, said her goodbyes to Miriam, and closed up her manor.

Lily had the easier part in all of this: to ensure that Riana was out of the way, lest she come to her master's aid. She had been given that job while Lex and Fitz handled the far more difficult task because her talents lay in enthrallment, and certainly not because of how cowardly she became around her sire.

When Riana's back was turned, she dashed in, covered her mouth firmly with one hand, and grabbed her around the waist with the other. "Quiet," she spoke in the thrall's ear, pouring every drop of her power into it. "Be quiet, be still."

Riana was not being quiet or still. She was kicking and thrashing as hard as she could, and if Lily didn't have her vampiric strength, she would have easily been overpowered by Riana's sheer desperation. 

"Quiet," Lily commanded with her own desperation. If she couldn't do this one thing, then she didn't deserve to go back home safe. "You're tired, Riana. So tired. So sleepy. You're just going to go to sleep."

Riana's struggles intensified as soon as she realized what Lily was trying to do, but after the initial surprise, they began to grow weaker. 

"So sleepy." Lily was approaching this with zero finesse or subtlety, trading technique for speed and power. "Stop fighting. Go to sleep. Go to sleep, Riana, deep, deep sleep..."

Her eyelids fluttered, her head pitched forward, and Lily's hopes rose, before she shook awake again and resumed her fight and her muffled screaming. But it was a moment of weakness, one that Lily could press.

"You're so tired, aren't you, Riana? So tired all the time... so, so tired... so sleepy..."

She shook her head as if to deny it, but Lily knew better. Lily could see the dark bags under her eyes, the result of her master's brutal tutelage. She knew it all too well. Lily and Lex bore the same marks, all these years later, still unable to sleep well.

"When's the last time you slept, Riana?" asked Lily, knowing she couldn't answer. "Aren't you just so sleepy? Don't you just want to curl up warm and safe in bed and go to sleep?"

"Mmm," she protested through Lily's hand. But she was barely moving now, her eyes going glassy. Despite the threat she posed, she was still only human, and still as susceptible to Lily's voice as any human. 

"That's right, it's been so long since you've had a good night's sleep. You need it, don't you? Your body is calling out for sleep, your eyes beginning to close, and your mind can't resist. You're falling asleep now. Falling asleep... falling deep, deep asleep..."

Truthfully, she was putting up a surprising amount of fight for a seemingly ordinary human who was already desperately sleep deprived. No doubt she knew what was about to transpire, realized that if the plot against her master succeeded, her life with the Maestro was over. They were both fighting for their hearts and minds and souls, so to speak, and truthfully, Riana's will was probably stronger than Lily's. Unfortunately for Riana, this was not remotely a fair fight. Lily was making sure to end it before it ever could be.

"Sleep, deep sleep, peaceful dreams now," said Lily, who was running her hands through the now motionless Riana's hair. She was far more agreeable now that she was fast asleep, Lily supposed, and not playing the part of the shadow at her sire's heels, agreeing with everything he said, accepting her horrific punishments without complaint...

...earning his approval in a way that even Lily never could manage.

The sound of commotion down the hallway stirred Lily out of her thoughts and back to reality. All of this would be for nothing if Lex and Fitz didn't succeed at their task. She flung the sleeping girl over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and ran to the parlor, where she saw...

They had failed.

Fitz was on the ground, screaming, barely holding off a crying, hysterical Lex. The stake was just inches away from his heart -- the stake Lex was holding, was being forced to drive closer -- their sire almost smiling as he bore witness to the scene he created -- their wrists both trembling, tears pouring down their faces --

"No!"

Lily tossed Riana to the side to rush to where the struggle was taking place, even knowing she'd be caught in the same web Lex was trapped in and make things worse --

For a moment, the Maestro's concentration broke as he saw Riana hit the floor, waking and crying out in pain.

For just a moment.

A moment just long enough for Lex to leap to his feet and drive the stake where it truly belonged.

And for just a moment, the Maestro hung in midair, looking shocked in a way he never had.

The hysterical screaming. That was Riana. The hysterical laughter. That was Fitz. The slow collapse onto her knees. Oh, that was her.

She was free. No, she couldn't be. It must be a dream. But there was his corpse, the corpse he had always been, on the floor, already starting to dust from the wound in his chest. Returning to dust as though he'd never existed, leaving behind the gaping wound in the space where Lily's heart should be.

It was over. It couldn't possibly be over. But it was over.

Lex had picked up Fitz off the ground and was swinging him around. They were both laughing now. Riana was crawling on the floor towards the rapidly decaying remnants of her master, screaming as though she were the one with a stake driven through her heart.

Lily stood up, noticing that a few of the Maestro's other thralls were gathering at the door. They must have felt the enchantment lifting. Their minds were forever altered, and most of them would never recover even if skilled humans devoted themselves to rescuing these poor souls, but at least part of their cruel master's influence evaporated along with his corpse.

It wasn't over yet, because these people were her responsibility, now. The best she could do for them would be to give them a soft landing, enthrall them in gentle and pleasant ways, wash out what memories she could, try to place them with the kinder vampires she knew. She wasn't normally this sentimental, preferring to keep her distance from the thralls she created, but this was different. She'd been here once, in this very mansion, in their shoes.

She was responsible for all of them, and that included the woman sobbing on the ground. "Riana..."

She stopped sobbing. She turned. And the look she gave Lily made her instinctively step back from the cold expression of hatred on her face.

Somehow, she looked just like him.

"Hey, Lil," said Lex, tearing his eyes away from Fitz. "What are we going to do with her?"

Erase her -- that had been Lily's initial plan. Erase her mind and sell her to a vampire in a different city, one who would keep her chained in some basement, somewhere where she'd never be found. But as her eyes bore into Lily, she knew that that wouldn't be enough to quiet her fears. Riana was devoted in a way that had nothing to do with enthrallment. She carried a determination that allowed her to survive every one of her master's punishments and ask for more, and she was absolutely willing to bring that determination to bear for one purpose now. Revenge.

"We have to kill her."

Lex looked surprised. Riana did not. 

"Are you sure? I thought you'd erase her mind..."

"We'll never be safe, even if I erase her and have her chained in a dungeon," said Lily. "If my spell, or her bonds, or her new master falters even slightly, she'll find the fault and escape, and then she'll come for us."

"You truly think so? We agreed to not kill any of the thralls --"

Fitz put his hand on Lex's shoulder. "She's right."

"You too? Well --"

Silver. Blood. Pain.

Lily should have seen it coming. One moment she was standing and discussing the thrall's fate with Lex, and the next moment Riana was upon her, her former master's silver knife clutched tightly in her hand.

As the pain flared through her stomach, Lily at least was grateful that the choice had been made for her.

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I need more jealous! Jake fics in my life people so here comes a little pre-canon fic idea:

Jake and Bradley meet during flight training in Texas and something keeps on happening between them. There's tension and not the regular rival kind, and there are glances and comments that sound almost like flirting.

They go to the gym together, and go on runs in the morning, twice a week. Almost every night Bradley is at the local bar, winning over anyone and everyone with his piano skills and heavenly voice and buying Jake drinks when he sticks around with him when the night gets longer and people depart to go home. There's chit-chat during training and a lot of it, and remarks and teasing down on the ground. Any time Bradley is in the room, it's almost like he becomes the sun Jake is supposed to orbit around.

After two years of training and being in Bradley's space constantly, five days a week or more, Jake's like 95% sure Bradley isn't completely straight. He's not sure Bradley is aware he isn't but he'd eat his Stetson rather than say Bradley is straight.

He's also had his opinions vocalized a couple of times when the guys said some nasty shit around them so he's definitely not homophobic at least.

When they get placed in the same Super Hornet training squad after flight school, Jake takes it as fate doing its job.

He offers Bradley they could rent something together, 'cut the costs' — which, crazy idea if it turns out they're not that into each other — but Bradley says he's going to live with a friend and they already got a place agreed on.

Still, Jake is more than hopeful that some less strict environment, a bit more free time and staying close will be enough to go from tension to something.

Then he meets Natasha.

When he enters the bar Bradley told him he's going to that day, he sees him at the piano and he's instantly irritated.

There's a girl, a pretty one, glued to his side, playing the keys on his right.

Bradley's never let Jake play alongside him.

Bradley introduces the girl as Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace, who's also going to be in their training squadron. They met during Pre-Flight Indoctrination but Bradley doesn't exactly specify who she is to him now or who she was then.

Jake tries not to assume. It gets harder not to as the night goes on.

Natasha is glued to him the whole time. The few moments she isn't, it's almost like Bradley is seeking her out so she can be glued to him the whole time.

She sits on Bradley's lap at some point. Just kind of plops on his lap in the booth and steals his peanuts and keeps the conversation going and Bradley just wraps his arm around her waist so she doesn't slide off.

When he gets up to go for a refill, he grabs her and makes a few steps carrying her with one arm, like he weighs nothing, until she protests enough he lets go.

Jake is mentally sneering the whole time — he knows it wouldn't look like this anyway, for him and Bradley, because two guys in public is impossible, but this is supposed to be his. He spent the past two years pinning after something like this and one fucking day and whoever Natasha is, she's got Bradley wrapped around her.

It doesn't end on just that night. No, any briefing or lunch break or even office or study time they've got as the whole squad -- she's there, always way too fucking close and always seemingly sliding into the place Jake's been digging for himself for years in less than a week.

Jake can't even get a minute to initiate their usual flirting-slash-banter because she's always there, inserting herself into digs and jabs.

Bradley didn't say she was his girlfriend in any capacity over the days so he's trying to not assume but hell, they're together everywhere.

He decides enough is enough. He goes to where he knows Bradley lives now, two streets down in the slightly bigger base housing, ready to offer him to take a run with him, maybe establish it into a new habit again.

He rings the bell and nothing. He knocks and nothing. He does a mix of both and finally — the door opens.

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace stands in the door frame. Not only is she standing there, at seven in the morning on a Saturday, but she's got only a too-big T-shirt on — one with a very faded Queen logo that he's seen on Bradley a few times.

She's not wearing any pants but the t-shirt is too big even on Bradley so it covers half of her thighs but he can also see she's not wearing a bra because it's cold and it's a thin, white t-shirt and Jake will have to bleach his eyes later because he can see her nipples.

"Hangman? What are you doing here?"

He can connect the dots and well, Bradley won't be interested in him when he's got a girlfriend so Jake just—runs. Leaves and doesn't say anything, feeling absolutely dumb.

He feels even dumber when finally — finally — on the following Monday, Bradley approaches him alone, no Natasha in sight, and starts the conversation with, "Nat said you came to visit on Saturday morning."

Jake grits his teeth — it's always Nat, too, when half the time Jake is just Hangman.

"You might tell her to put on some more clothes next time."

"I mean, it's just me usually," Bradley defends. "There's nothing I haven't seen."

To say Jake is fucking pissed is an understatement. And he can't even fucking avoid them because they're everywhere, always freaking glued at the hip, always so comfortable with each other, always touchy feely, very unlike the Bradshaw Jake knew, and he's either going to be angry at them or he's going to wallow in self-pity.

Naturally, Jake does the easier thing — he lashes out at them. Banters become sharper, remarks are more cutting, and slowly, the easy-going truce he had with Bradley starts disappearing.

Natasha does not. She's still there, attached at the hip, and like Bradley's better, more emotionally secure half, just going around with her life and thinking Jake is an asshole without a reason even if she stole the man he had unspoken dibs on for the past two years.

(Bradley is, obviously, oblivious about the whole ordeal...)

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Daryl X Reader

Thank You for the Music

Time frame: Pre-Season 1 (The Quarry)

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Dale's record player brings life back to the little community. Dancing with Dale then Daryl you enjoy yourself for the first time since the apocalypse started.

Pronouns: She/Her, You

The soft beat of Dale’s ancient record player swept softly across the fields of the quarry. The twittering piano keys, background band, and string guitar had you swaying rhythmically as you hemmed the edges of a dress you scavenged for your daughter. Although the little tike could hardly walk she was growing faster than a weed and was in desperate need of new clothes. “You like oldies shit?” Shane asked curiously catching your attention. You huffed rolling your eyes at the wanna be hard ass. “Yeah… music like this played at the dinner I waitressed in all the time.” You muttered nonchalantly. You caught sight of the beaming smile Dale sent you and smiled back. The older man always seemed to feel like a guardian to you, Daryl, and a foster grandfather to Phoenix. You truly appreciated him for it. “I knew you had taste, Y/N.” Dale prided, walking over to stand next to Shane making his presence known to the other. You giggled setting your sewing down on the stand next to you carefully. “Thank you, hun.” You muttered sending the older man a wink just as a new song started. A bright smile graced your features as a new bright and bouncing song started. "This is one of my favorites." You whispered your smile growing as the older man laughed. "Well a pretty lady like you can't go without at least one dance during her favorite song. C'mon, Y/N." Dale offered holding his hand out for you to take.

Taking Dale's larger, calloused hand in your own you giggled as he pulled you gently to your feet completely ignoring Shane's sudden protests that you should be dancing with him instead. Dale held you at a respectable distance. "Enough room for Jesus, Y/N... We also don't want your husband's brother to give me what for." He muttered making you laugh and pat him on he chest. His hand was just a ghost on your waist as he took your hand in his own swaying with you to the beat of the music, pretending as if he were limber enough to dip you to the big crescendos and twirling you like a little girl. "You know." He muttered during a lower point in the song. "My wife loved to dance." He whispered sadly. The pain in his voice caught your eye and you couldn't help the frown that crossed your face. "If we had been blessed with a daughter I would have loved to have danced with her at her wedding..." Dale continued, either pretending not to notice your concern or not noticing in the first place. "This will just simply have to do..." He smiled nodding affirmatively, a single tear gracing the corner of his eye. His kindness and warmth washed over you. You couldn't help the tears the pricked the corners of your own eyes as you stopped dancing, pulling the older man in for a tight hug. "It most certainly will Dale. Thank you." You whispered, continuing to dance.

Turning to the feeling of a slight tap on your shoulder you smiled seeing Daryl, Merle not far behind him holding your daughter to his chest. Your brother in law paid you no mind, his loving eyes turned to the little girl currently trying to grab at his nose as he swayed and sang along to the sweet love song that played. "Mind if I step in?" Daryl asked looking to the dirt, his face flushed, hands wringing with a sweet nervousness you knew came from the deepest most loving parts of his soul. Dale nodded squeezing your hand before stepping away. "Thank you so much for the dance." You said sweetly, squeezing Dale's hand back before wrapping your arms around Daryl's neck. Dale patted Daryl's shoulder on his way passed. "You're a lucky man, Daryl Dixon." He muttered smiling earnestly at your husband as he walked back to his seat. You could still see the nervousness on Daryl's face. "Daryl." You whispered sweetly, catching his attention. Laying a tender kiss to your husband's lips to help him relax you felt Daryl lay his hands gently on your hips beginning to sway in time with the music with you. "Never knew you liked to dance." Daryl hummed tensely against your lips between kisses. Gently shrugging you murmured. "Me either... guess I just started to like it." You whispered, laying your head against Daryl's chest and snuggling under his chin. Listening to your husband's heartbeat you smiled closing your eyes. You felt so content and loved in his gentle and loving embrace. Opening your eyes you watched your brother in law dance so sweetly with your daughter. His gentle nature only on display around her, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead sending a wave of lovely giggles from the baby. Thanking Dale mentally for the music that brought life back to a little normalcy to everyone at least for tiny bit. Because without a song or a dance what would life be? Turning to Daryl you kissed him once more as the song came to a close. "I love you more than anything." You whispered making the archer chuckle. "I love ya more."

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Special Moments

Rory Culkin x Reader

Warnings: None just fluff

Words: 1kish

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"Please." You plead with a cute pout, snuggling into Rory's neck with your nose. "Pretty please. One more time." You shift your weight on the piano bench, feeling his arm around your waist. He thinks you're just teasing, but you really want to learn. "My fingers are traitors. They won't listen to me."

He gives you a tender smile, rubbing your back soothingly. "Just relax, okay? You're doing great." He says, his voice is warm and supportive. You feel a blush spreading over your face as he wraps his arms around you, guiding your hands to the piano keys. "This one goes here and that one…here. See? You just have to skip this key and go to the next one." He points to the keys with his finger, then presses them with yours. "There you go. Now try it a few times, get the rhythm of it."

He smiles at you, his eyes full of love and admiration. He loves teaching you new things, especially when they involve music. He watches your face intently, seeing the concentration and curiosity in your expression. “Amazing," He whispers, kissing your temple. “Now, move your hand to the left, two keys over, same position.” He guides your fingers gently, feeling the warmth of your skin.

You hear the melody come out smoothly, and you can’t help but grin. You pull your hands back and clap excitedly.

You feel a burst of happiness as you exclaim, “I did it!” You look over at him, glowing with pride, and his eyes sparkle with joy. “You did!” He cheers, clearly impressed.

You can’t help but tease him, “Better watch out. I’m gonna outshine you soon!”

His response is to lean in and give you a sweet kiss. “Keep practicing,” He advises, “You can take over the holiday piano playing at my mom’s.”

But you shake your head, feeling a little nervous. “No, I’m not ready for that.” You admit.

He grins at you, “Well then, do you wanna keep practicing, or are we done for the day?”

“I think my fingers need to rest. They aren’t used to stretching in all of these weird ways.” You say, rubbing your hands together. “Besides, it’s time for us to get ready for dinner. I don’t want to be late again. Your mom always gives us that look when we show up."

Rory shrugs, “I think everyone’s used to it.” He gets up from the bench, delicately lifting your chin with his finger, locking eyes with you; he plants a sweet kiss on your lips, "You can't speed up perfection." You hug him tightly around his neck, kissing him back.

"Mmm. I love that." You say, slowly opening your eyes.

Rory never ceases to amaze you with everything he does. Sure, your relationship has highs and lows, but you wouldn’t trade him for anyone else. He just gets you and understands you.

He bites his lip, hoping you won’t say no to his question, “Do you mind being ‘sick’? I kinda want to stay in tonight and cuddle with you.” He sighs, “My mom won’t take no for an answer unless one of us is on our deathbed.” He chuckles.

You smile at him, feeling touched by his request. You know how much he loves spending time with you and how hard it is to say no to his mom. You decide to go along with his plan and nod. “Okay,” You agree softly. “Let’s be sick.”

He hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek. “Thanks,” He says gratefully. “I don’t want to hurt her feelings and say, Sorry, Mom, I just want to hang out with my girlfriend instead.” He laughs, “She doesn’t get how crazy our schedules are.”

You nod, following him to the living room and plopping on the couch. “I get it. Honestly, I was going to ask you this morning, but I know it’s important for you to have your family outings.” You say, understanding his dilemma.

He grabs the remote from the coffee table and sits before you, leaning back and fluffing his hair onto your lap. He looks up at you with a mischievous smile.

“Did you want something?” You tease him back and say

“Maybe.”

You bend down and kiss his nose, making him grin.

He softly speaks, grabbing your hand and putting it on his scalp. “It's so relaxing when you play with my hair.” He says, batting his eyelashes at you. “Please?”

You nod, bringing your hands to his head, and softly brush through his curls with his fingers. You stop when your fingers get stuck in a knot. "Hold on." You fling your leg over him, sitting up and walking to the bathroom to find your brush and detangler.

You gently run the brush through his curls, smoothing out the tangles and making them shine. He closes his eyes and sighs, enjoying your touch.

“Much better.” You say, parting his hair down the middle and continuing to practice your braiding skills. “You’ll be so pretty when I’m done.” You tease, making him laugh.

“You’re braiding my hair? I’m gonna look ridiculous.” He says, shaking his head slightly.

“Don’t worry, it’s only me here, and I’ll still love you either way.” You remind him, kissing his cheek. “Besides, you look cute with braids. Like a Viking warrior.”

He opens his eyes and looks at you with a playful smile. “A Viking warrior, huh? Does that mean I get to pillage and plunder?” He asks, making himself laugh.

“Maybe, if you behave.” You say, smiling back. “Now, hold still; I’m almost done.” You finish the last braid and tie it with a rubber band. You admire your work and say proudly, “There. You look amazing.”

He turns around and faces you, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. He reaches up and touches his braids, feeling the texture. He grins and says, “You know what? I kind of like it. It makes me feel adventurous.”

“I’m glad you like it.” You scoot over on the couch, making room for him to sit.

“Thank you for making me feel special.” You smile and snuggle into his chest. You feel his heartbeat and sigh contentedly. You whisper back, “Thank you for being you.”

He leans down and kisses you a little rougher then intended, surprised you kiss him back, feeling the warmth of his mouth. When you break away from him, breathless, you say, "God, you're fucking perfect."

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🌶️ Chapter 46: Welcome Home 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Previous Chapter Recap/Context: Sebastian and Kate are finally returning back to reality after their camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. Their commitment to each other is stronger than ever, and Kate asked Sebastian to move in with her. Post-Azkaban, Seb has moved from inn to inn, never truly having a place to call home. This chapter features their first moments back in the cottage, which turn spicy rather quickly.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x 24-year-old Kate Mayflower (my OC), the Hogwarts assistant librarian

Content warnings: In general, this is rated 18+, so minors should not read or interact with this story. This chapter features shower sex and light dom/sub dynamics.

NOTE: This is the beginning of Part Two of The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars. I am planning to keep this story to three parts. There are exciting plot lines coming up in Part Two - surprises regarding Anne's final years, finally meeting Ominis in a dangerous conflict, Sebastian pushing for freedom from both the Kelpies and the Ministry of Magic, the couple trying to win the approval of Kate's parents, and more! There will be plenty of fluff and smut along the way, of course!

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback if possible, especially if you like what you read! 🥰

Chapter 46: Welcome Home

Kate unlocks the front door, then opens it, stepping inside with Sebastian following closely. The cottage feels different somehow - and she realizes that it is, indeed, different. Their circumstances have changed. It isn't just her home anymore. She will no longer live alone. She and her soulmate will build a life together now.

She stops in her living room and sighs, breathing in the scent of herbs coming from the kitchen and seeing their home in a new light. She gazes upon the piano she once longed for that Sebastian bought for her as a sign of his commitment. Turning to face him, she takes in everything about him - the hands that will grab items far too high for her to reach, the strong body that will help her build additions to the house, the freckles he might pass on to their children.

"Is everything alright?" Sebastian inquires, as he notices a certain expression on her face. He has seen that look before when she smiles upon things she loves. He gently lifts her chin up so that he has a perfect view of her face. His eyes sparkle as he looks deeply into hers. "What is it, love?"

"Everything is..." she trails off, looking into his chocolatey irises, "...wonderful. Just wonderful, Bash." She pauses. "I... I was just realizing how much everything has changed. How much this home will change." She grins, leaning into his hand.

Sebastian’s soft gaze never breaks contact with hers, his thumb gently stroking her chin, her smooth skin feeling like honey on his fingers. "It'll change," he agrees, "but it'll only change for the better... Now we'll both have a home to share... a home in which we’ll grow old together."

Kate's eyes brighten at his words. She reaches up to take his handsome face in her hands now, pulling him down for a long and romantic kiss, one she never wants to end. Sebastian’s eyes flutter closed, and his body immediately melts at the feeling of her soft lips pressing against his, the taste sweet and delicious. His heartbeat quickens as his breath becomes slightly shaky, his hands finding themselves on her waist as he pulls her closer to him..

"Mmm," Kate murmurs as his hands begin to caress her back. His lips are more and more insistent, and she threads her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. The kisses are so pure and full of joy that she almost finds herself a bit light-headed.

It is then that Sebastian pushes her against the closest wall, pinning her body flush against his. Their kisses become more urgent, their breathing more shallow. 

Kate gasps as his lips begin to move down her jaw to place lingering kiss after kiss down her neck. "Oh, Bash," she whispers, shivering, her hands grasping the fabric of his shirt as he nibbles at the sensitive place between her neck and shoulder. "We..." she trails off to gasp again.

As his lips make their way down the smooth skin of her neck, her little noises send tingles down his spine. "We... we what, my love...?" he murmurs back between kisses, a slight, teasing tone in his voice as he presses his flushed and burning body against hers.

Kate chokes out, "We... oh, gods... we..." She moans deeply as his mouth finds her collarbone. "I... I love you... but we... we..." She is finding it difficult to concentrate as he seeks out all of the places he knows will drive her wild. "We need to... need to... bathe..." she finally finishes her thought.

The words I love you and bathe bring him back to reality. With another groan and one last hungry kiss, Sebastian reluctantly steps back, his hair messy and almost sticking out on end from her hands raking through it. His cheeks tinted red, his eyes gleaming, he manages to say only one word: "Shower."  

Kate nods quickly, out of breath. He carries her into the bathroom and deposits her on the counter. They continue pressing their lips together in desperation as Sebastian quickly unbuttons her top. He throws it open to find she isn't wearing a corset or anything underneath. She stares at him with her mouth wide open, her large chest heaving. His pupils blow wide at the sight of her breasts, his heartbeat quickening. He just stares at her for a moment, his mouth going dry.

He stands there for a mere second, his eyes gleaming, before he pounces on her, smashing his lips against hers.

Kate moans loudly into his mouth without shame. Her hands immediately move to his shirt, unbuttoning it with some difficulty while they share crazed kisses. He presses himself close to her, and she can feel his pants straining. 

"Bash," she groans. "Bash..."

"Kate..." Sebastian’s fingers slip under the band of her skirt.

He is quick to shimmy off her skirt with her help, and soon, his hand curls around the lace waistband of her tiny panties, slowly removing the garment from her hips and legs, tracing her skin lightly as he does. Kate pants as she opens her legs, completely baring herself to him.

Sebastian’s breath hitches. He takes a step closer, his eyes filled with so much need, his hands moving to her knees to gently spread her legs even further apart. His fingers tremble against her knees, his breath shaky, as he gazes at her body in awe and reverence.

"Wait," Kate chokes out before he takes a step forward. "You, too, now..." She gestures towards his pants as she arches her back.

At the sight of her pushing her ample bosom forward, his mouth falls open, a low groan escaping his lips as he looks at her in pure desire. With speed, he peels off the rest of his clothes. His body is taut and toned, his muscles rippling subtly as he moves.

Kate stares at him for several seconds, her eyes taking in every detail of his body. "Seb… you're... you're so... you're built like a god..." Her mouth waters as her gaze lowers to his member, which is already hard for her. Every inch of his body burns hotter by the minute, her words making his heart stutter.

"My body is yours," his deep, husky voice rumbles.

Kate exhales slowly as he moves forward. She curls her legs around his waist and reaches to wrap her arms around the back of his neck, bringing him close to her. Her breasts are flush against his chest, her center warm against his length. “Oh, my love,” she whispers in his ear. “I am all yours. Completely yours. You can do whatever you want with me.”

At these words, his restraint disappears.

Sebastian lowers his mouth, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Oh, believe me... I will."

She shudders at the sensation, grasping him tighter. Mimicking her lover, her lips press lightly against his ear. She smiles devilishly when she murmurs, “I’ll do anything you want. I am all yours. You… You’re my master.” She pulls back to study his reaction to this ego stroke.

His member twitches against her, the sound of her voice sending a shiver down his spine. His eyes flick to meet hers, and she can see the intense hunger and lust burning bright in his molten chocolate orbs, his need for her practically feral now. “That’s right, my love… I own you.”

Without missing a beat, Kate replies, “You always have. You’ve owned me since the moment we locked eyes on my birthday.” She bites her lip, pausing. “I could never have belonged to anyone else. Only you, Seb. Only you…” Maintaining eye contact, one of her arms lowers. Her fingers dance down his neck and chest slowly in a feather-light touch, traveling down his stomach, following a trail of coarse brown hair. Her breath catches as her hand curls around his thick manhood, firm and dripping and fully at attention. Sebastian’s eyes flutter shut, hissing. 

“Oh, Kate... I was your prisoner the moment I saw you... You took me captive by your charm, your radiance...” he whispers fiercely in between his panting breaths.

Kate smiles through her desire. Collecting the hot liquid bubbling at the head of his cock, she strokes him slowly. “I never thought I took you prisoner… I… I was entranced by you… I needed to know you…” Her grip tightens, and as she pumps him, she stares into his eyes. “The truth is… I loved you from the very first night we met.”

Sebastian moans, his head falling back as his teeth clench together. His eyes flutter shut once more. “Gods, Kate…” he groans, leaning forward, his forehead resting on her shoulder, his voice breaking. “You’ve got me addicted... to your touch... your taste… it’s… really… it’s an addiction... I can’t... I can’t get enough…”

“Do you want me to… continue?” She inquires. “Or… do you want… something else?” Kate continues to stroke him, knowing a hand job is unlikely to be his end goal, but she is more than willing to do whatever he wants. “You’re in charge. You’re in control. Tell me what you want, my love.”

He shudders, his member twitching in her hand. He feels dizzy and desperate, his need for her consuming him completely. “I want... I need... you… now,” he manages to reply, his voice gravelly. “I want you completely undone... at my total mercy... I want to see you come hard for me…”

Kate sucks in a breath, and then his teeth close around her shoulder and she gasps. Attempting to continue, she works her hand up and down his length, but the moment he pulls a stiffened nipple into his mouth, she inhales sharply and cannot seem to think or do anything else at all but moan his name.

As his teeth graze her shoulder, she whines again, her body arching and pressing closer to his. When his tongue flicks her nipple over and over, she gasps, her hand faltering as she groans his name, her breaths coming quick and shallow now.

The feeling is so intense, and her sounds so sweet, that he feels himself on the edge already. He lifts his head and crushes his lips to hers.

Kate nips at his lower lip, letting her tongue run across it, as he pulls her body closer. His fingers dance around her inner thighs, moving closer and closer until he reaches her center. He gingerly feels his way through her folds, finding she is drenched. She attempts to cry out his name between violent kisses, to tell him how much she needs him, but her words are unintelligible. He feels like he’s drowning in her, his senses overwhelmed. He can barely form a coherent thought.

Sebastian groans, the sound muffled by her lips, when she kisses him back with so much passion. His fingers work to please her, his thumb rubbing against her clit, his fingers dipping inside her core as they moan promises of love into each other’s mouths.

“Please,” she chokes out. “Please…” She jolts uncontrollably as he massages her clit. “I need you!”

They gaze into each other’s eyes as though reading their minds, both filled with the same thought: Inside.

Sebastian slides her towards the edge of the counter, lines their bodies up, and then guides himself inside of her warm, wet heat. The moment he pushes inside of Kate, he grunts loudly, his mind and body consumed by the sheer pleasure and perfection of being joined with her. She moans his name again as her arms lock around his neck, holding him close and tight.

Their eyes meet. He whispers, “I love you so much, Kate... I’m so lucky... so blessed… oh, gods...”

“We’re… perfect… together…” she breathes out, her eyes shining as she wraps her legs around his waist. “I…” she suddenly gasps as he begins moving his hips. “Oh, oh… gods…”

Her arm extends out, wandlessly turning on the shower. Hot steam slowly begins to fill the room.

Sebastian’s breaths come short and shallow, his hips snapping back and forth as he moves inside her. His hands glide possessively over her delicious curves, his eyes taking in the sight before him. He moans lowly, his head dropping to her shoulder, his teeth against her skin. “So perfect…” He murmurs, panting against her skin. “Made just for me… just for me…”

"Only you," Kate whimpers, raking her nails against his back, clutching him desperately. 

They share a scorching kiss. Her tongue slides across his lower lip, then explores his mouth. He determinedly penetrates as deeply as possible, then pauses to lift her bottom, digging into her sensitive flesh. He carries her into the steam-filled shower. Completely connected, they venture into the fog. And soon, their lips crash against each other as warm water sprinkles over them like rain, dripping down their bodies. It evokes a high-pitched whine from Kate, the sensations almost becoming too much.

Sebastian presses her against the shower wall. The steam and the water and the feel of her body as he pumps deeply into her is so much that he can hardly handle it.

As the warm water cascades down their skin, they devour one another in a passionate kiss. Her whimpers spur him on, his teeth capturing her lower lip and tugging gently. His mouth then moves to her neck, kissing and sucking, leaving little love marks on her skin.

Crying out in pain and pleasure, Kate grasps Sebastian's shoulders tightly. Her mind is hazy, filled only with thoughts of submitting to him, pleasing him, fulfilling his fantasies until he fills her completely with his seed. In this position, there is little she can do but accept what he takes as he pistons into her relentlessly. Her vocalizations are impossible to hold back as she is driven closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Her walls tighten around him. When he opens his eyes to gaze upon her in this moment of completion, her pupils are blown wide, her lips red and swollen, her cheeks flushed, her hair soaked, beads of water trickling down her body... it is more than Sebastian can bear. All of the sensations immediately push him over the edge, unable to hold back any longer. Moaning loudly and almost screaming her name, he buries his face into her shoulder. Sebastian’s body shakes as he spills his release inside her. He shudders and groans, holding her tightly against him.

"B-Bash!" Kate cries out as he explodes into her, hot ropes of cum spurting out, wave after wave. "Sooooo.... sooooo good...." she manages to murmur, almost drunkenly, between pants. "Oh, Bash... you're... oh, gods... so good..." Her lips ravish his, a promise of lifelong love in her kisses. She grasps his biceps as she trembles in the aftermath of her climax. "I w-wish... I wish... we could... stay... like this... forever..."

His head spins as he comes down from his high, panting against her skin while he tries to make sense of anything that isn't her. Her kisses are so sweet, so full of love, and he moans softly in response. "Forever, Kate... if it was up to me, I'd spend every second... every moment of the rest of my life... just like this..." he whispers against her lips. "Just like this..."

They remain in this position for a long while, just breathing heavily, gazing upon each other, languidly kissing... but eventually, Sebastian pulls out of her reluctantly and lowers her so that she may finally stand on her own. He looks down upon her, their height difference rather stark. Kate is still a bit shaky, and her legs have no intention of cooperating. She clings to Sebastian, until they both slowly slink down, sitting on the floor of the shower as the water washes over them. Kate crawls closer, straddling him while caressing his cheek.

He wraps his arms around her, pulling her flush against him as he presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. "Gods, I love you..." he breathes softly, his hands tenderly stroking her back. "More than I ever knew it was possible to love someone..." More than I ever thought I would be able to… he muses.

The water is still cascading over them, but the heat has eased. It feels peaceful and romantic and perfect. His touch is soothing, and the look on his face is pure adoration. Kate's thumb brushes over his lower lip before she gently kisses him once more.

"Welcome home," she whispers with a little smile on her face.

The corner of his lips curve up in a small smile, his eyes never leaving hers. The words feel so true, so real.

For most of his life, Sebastian hasn't had a home. A true home, at least. A home made of love, of trust, of respect, of understanding... a place to belong and be safe. He presses his lips to hers again, his heart feeling full. Home. With her.

After finally washing themselves for the first time in several days, Kate feels truly refreshed in time for the chores ahead. There is so much to do - laundry, tending to the garden and house plants, preparing food... She decides to let her wavy hair air-dry - there is no reason to style it nicely for housework.

She eventually forces Sebastian to leave so that he can gather his belongings and check out of the inn for the final time. Tonight, the cottage will truly become theirs.

Standing in the doorway, she places a lingering kiss upon his lips. "I'll see you soon, darling. My prince. My moon."Sebastian can't help but smile into the kiss, his heart fluttering in his chest. They linger, both reluctant to part ways. He presses his lips to hers one more time before he forces himself to pull back slightly. His hand caresses her cheek, his fingers gently trailing down her chin. "I will return before you even realize I am gone," he whispers, his thumb grazing her lower lip. "My princess, my sun, my everything.”

[jordie-gvf]

i’ll watch you bloom, sam kiszka

warnings : dad!sam, allusions to smut, slight breeding kink, language, nicknames

word count : 1.0k+

When you and Sam found out you were having a boy, Sam knew that they would go on so many adventures together. When you brought Kodiak home, the dogs were over the moon to meet their little brother.

As soon as Kodiak could walk, Sam had him outside with Rosie. They would play together in the backyard and you and Sam would sit on the back porch and watch them together. 

You could tell that Rosie was very protective of him. You and Sam took them to a dog friendly park. One dog got a little too close for her liking, she growled and lunged at the other dog. Thankfully, Sam was there to stop it from escalating.

Sam would take Kodiak out into the woods you had behind your secluded home, which also had a small river. Sam and Kodiak would always go back there and as Sam called it, “being one with nature.”

You loved seeing them together. Your boyfriend and your son, together at last.

Sam had asked you this morning if he could take Kodiak to woods that they have never been to. You said yes and let them go on their way. 

Your home was completely quiet. No Rosie, no Kodiak, and no Sam. You took this peaceful time to clean the house and take a shower, something you could never do alone.

You vacuumed, mopped, cleaned the entire kitchen, everything. When you got out of the shower, you could hear footsteps from downstairs. You quickly got dressed in a big hoodie with leggings and put your smiley slippers on.

You could hear your son calling you, “Mama! Mama!”

“I’m right here!” you told him, turning the corner and seeing him. You picked him up as he ran towards you and spun him around. 

You held him in your arms and hugged him for a solid minute. You put him back down on the floor and he held his hand out to you, “C’mere Mama, have something for you.” 

You grabbed onto your son's hand as he led you downstairs. You saw the dogs coming over to you when you heard Kodiak say, “Wait Mama! Close your eyes!” 

You closed your eyes and let him lead you into the kitchen. You felt Sam come up behind you and move your hair to kiss your neck.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head in the crook of your neck. You turned around to face him and embraced him.

“You guys have fun?”

“Lots, he wanted to go swimming in the river, but I told him that we could do it next time. The dogs had fun too, they ran around with the ball.”

Kodiak came running over to the two of you and said, “Look Mama! Look what I got for you!”

He handed you a bunch of wildflowers. You gasped and said, “Thank you so much! I love them! Wanna help me put them in a vase?”

He nodded and followed you into the living room. You grabbed your cowboy boot vase and added some plant food and water to it. You handed him the plants and he delicately placed them into the vase. 

Sam walked over to where the two of you were and said, “Look how pretty! Mama, we picked ones for you. For our favorite girl,”

“Mama isn't my favorite girl, Daddy. Rosie is my favorite girl!” 

He reached down to lightly pat her head. He then kissed her and sat with her on the couch. “Come on, Kodiak. You need a bath and a nap.”

He got up and let you carry him up the stairs to his bathroom. Sam came upstairs with you to get his pajamas and got his bed ready. 

You gave him a bath and put baby lotion on him. You handed him off to Sam to get him ready for his nap while you drained the tub and put his toys away.

Sam had put a piano into Kodiak’s room and always played it to help Kodiak to sleep. You left the room so they could be together and went downstairs. You made yourself some coffee and waited for Sam downstairs on the couch.

You heard the bedroom door close followed by footsteps that belonged to Sam. You could feel his presence behind you as you heard him whisper in your ear. 

“He is out like a light. What do you say we go upstairs and lay down for a few? I missed my girl.”

You tilted your head back to kiss him and he grabbed your mug and put it in the sink. When he returned from the kitchen, he held his hand out to you and motioned for you to take it. 

You interlocked your hand into his and let him take you upstairs. You got to the bedroom and Sam pulled the covers back and patted the bed, signaling you to lay down with him.

You laid down first and then he laid down on top of you. He rested his hands on your stomach beneath your sweatshirt. 

He sat up and helped you take your sweatshirt off, only to find you in a bralette. “Oh, the things you do to me, Love,” he exasperated, kissing your stomach. 

He leaned back down and kissed all the way down to the waistband of your leggings and said, “Should we make Kodiak a big brother? Hmm? He talks about it to me. He wants a sibling, come on.” 

He pulled your leggings down to your ankles and sat on his knees to rip the pants off your legs and tossed them to the floor. 

You grabbed his face and pulled him back to face you. You smashed your lips onto his and held onto his back. 

You gripped the bottom of his shirt and ripped it off his body. “I love it when you're rough with me, Baby. Love it so much,” he said and started kissing down your neck. You wrapped your legs around his waist until your feet touched his ass. 

You used your feet to push his pants down his legs. 

He stopped kissing your neck and looked you in your eyes and said, “Someone’s eager. What’s wrong, Love? Want my babies that bad?”

You grabbed the back of his head and forced his lips onto yours. 

“Sam?”

“Yeah, Lovey?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes Ma’am.”