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rcksmith · 3 years

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Mine — Kaz Brekker

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Requests: “9 from the fluff prompts with Kaz brekker please? It could be where they're keeping it a secret and it slips out? Thanks”

“Could you possibly do a kaz brekker and reader imagine where they are both like in their mid twenties. Number 9 from the fluff prompts “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" "No, that girl is my wife”, I could just imagine him with the smuggest grin saying it. Your a very good writer and thank you if you decide to write this.”

“Could I get a kaz brekker x reader secret relationship with fluff prompts 5, 7, 12, and 14 please?”

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

7. “I feel like i cant breathe when i’m around you.”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

12. “I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!”

14. “I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of fights, mention of post-traumatic stress, fluff too.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like. I changed some details a little, hope you don't mind

Normal Rules. Smut Rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you❤️

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Fissure. That's what mercenaries, thieves, assassins and his enemies were looking for. A fissure to drive Kaz Brekker to ruin. Burn his empire, wood for wood, until there is nothing left but funeral ashes swept away by the winter wind. Even the most infinitesimal fissure would ensure that his enemies infiltrate, like hungry parasites, into the heart of the dungeon of his deepest secrets. Swallowing, absorbing, any hint of what could do the infamous the Bastard of the Barrel down to his own knees.

And Kaz Brekker feared that if they looked into the most secluded corner of his dungeons, where it was reserved to hide the greatest truths of his soul, they would find the one only thing to beg on his knees for would be something he would do without hesitation.

You.

You were like the last summer solstice in a world ruled by darkness, cold and empty. Which he kept in a chest locked with seven chains.

If he had to describe you with the five senses, Brekker would remind that, when he was in the bitter cold of the ocean, clutching the stiffness of dead and putrefying flesh like a lifeboat, a ray of sunshine, warm as the summer, it opened up through the thunderclouds and came down to his face, warming that spot of skin like a kiss from the sun.

And it would be with that memory that he would describe you.

Kaz Brekker shouldn't have fallen in love with you. He was the person who most understood the disastrous consequences if he let himself get carried away by the way his heart sped up whenever he saw you. If he allowed herself to taste the way all of your heat radiated into his body and made him feel alive. But he fell in love.

Everything was all too much. The feeling of life every time you said his name, like a devotion, something religious, lyrical. The sweetness in your eyes, the warm voice. Everything had been too much.

And what should he do? Tell you he missed you every time you went on a mission? Saying that he were jealous and envy of Jesper because the man managed to make you laugh with a silly joke and hug you tight, something Kaz still hadn't been able to do? Tell you it was almost religious the way he venerated your smile? Of course not. Because all these things would have been sensible, and Kaz couldn't do anything sensible around you.

Because when he saw life offering him, with such joy, the one thing that had been denied him all his life, and that he swore never to crave, his first impulse was anger. Stupid, irrational anger.

So, for the first few moments, his entire reaction to you had been cold, distant, almost avoidant. Because the way his whole body shook in hot spasms when, in that summery tone, you called his name, it was too much for Kaz to handle.

“Kaz!” You call, one night.

He heard your voice from across the crow club, and had to close his eyes tightly at the way his heart leapt in his chest.

"Hey, hey." You appeared beside him, your cheeks chased away by coral red, the happy smile and the sparkle in your eyes as someone who have the path to true happiness. "Jessy said you were wanting to find a new way to invade that bank."

Oh perfect. In the same way his body exalted when he heard the sound of your name and your lips, hearing you call Jesper by that infernal nickname had a much more destabilizing effect. And fierce.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at you, in a nonchalant gesture but inviting you to keep talking.

“I happen to know of an underground path.” For an instant, the pride in your smile made Kaz want to smile too. “You and I can put together a map today and we'll be right tomorrow to go.”

That was one of the times Kaz should have made some dry, disinterested, trivial comment, something that made you not want to spend time with him, something that made you turn around and walk away. He should have turned around and left. He had done this over a thousand times with other people and knew it to be one of the best outings.

Still, the acid comment didn't come and he couldn't turn his back on you.

So, like the idiot he became whenever it came to you, Kaz couldn't help but spend an hour in your company. Even if it resulted in him lying in bed at the end of the day, alone and feeling the guilt gnawing at him more and more.

So, before he even knew it, Kaz was already in his office with you, listening to you chatter about things he knew he should have been paying attention to. But the way the crackling of the fire flames in the fireplace flashed across your face was a distraction of unimaginable proportions.

“Jessy and I…”

“You want to stop.” He found himself saying before he even realized it. “That nickname is already exasperating me.”

“Why? Jealousy?” You joked, oblivious to the truth.

Kaz looked at you like your comment was the most pathetic thing he'd ever heard. He wanted to screaming: ‘I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!.’ But he didn't. Instead, the words that came out were:

“No. It's childish and immature, and it doesn't fit with...”

"What if I call you ‘Darling’?” You rested your chin on both palms of your hand, your elbows resting on his desk in his office.

Kaz's heart skipped a beat.

“That way you won't be jealous of Jessy's nickname and…”

“It's not jealousy!” He countered, and too late realized that he didn't disagree in the first instance about the nickname, but about the green color that emanated from his body.

And you didn't let that go either.

Your eyes took on a caustic gleam that you quickly hid, turning to the map on the table and going back to drawing the paths. “Okay, Darling.”

After that night, Kaz's self-control began to crumble.

He gave you death glares whenever you called him that nickname, but he never dared contradict or scold you. Much less deny it. The truth was, the core of his soul wanted this. He wanted every part of your caress warm as summer. He wanted to appreciate how perfect you looked when you called him that way. As if that nickname was born just to be used between you.

Something unique.

Over time, his body's physical reactions began to be stronger, coercive and overwhelming. Kaz felt dry, burning, and you soothed and inflamed him at the same time. You were the breath of peace, and also a glass of hot brandy.

And everything that he once felt dead, frozen or putrefying, slowly began to blossom, reborn and shine.

"Darling." You said, going behind the chair Kaz was sitting in, submerged in the Krisha security system sheets in front of he. “You've been there for hours.”

He ignored you, though his body was all too aware of yours behind him, the way your breath hit the top of his ear, how your heat hit his back like a high summer breeze. Kaz swallowed hard, ordering his eyes to stay on the pages.

“What are you reading?”

Your voice rang out from the top of his head, and Kaz felt his heart race into a cardiac arrhythmia the second your hands went to the back of the chair and your face tilted, chin hovering millimeters from his shoulder, your nose almost brushing his cheek.

Fucking Saints! You were hot! It was as if you had sun bathed, swam in the flames of fire, and been born into the summer.

Kaz lost his breath. His sanity. His soul.

“Do not do this.” His voice was no more than a whisper.

You looked at him, the furs not touching but breath hitting each other's cheeks. Kaz followed your gaze, and suddenly the world subtly turned hot. Pulsing and muffled.

“What?” You whispered, your heart so fast.

This was the time for Kaz to use the touche in a very valid argument. To make you move away as fast as you approached. To nip in the bud any path this interaction between you could take. He should have said about the touch. But he didn't remember. Kaz didn't remember his limitation, his traumas, his demons.

In that second, of insanity and magic, you couldn't do that just because…

"I feel like I cant breathe when I'm around you." He said.

After that day, Kaz realized that life no longer made sense without having you by his side to share it. Money didn't have the same value anymore if you weren't there, the robberies didn't make sense anymore if he couldn't tell you how it was at the end of the day, or have you by his side to fight.

Very quickly, Kaz Brekker realized that he had lost the battle against his own feelings. Loving you was inevitable. And having you close to him was made as essential as breathing. That's when things between the two of you developed faster, more solid, more right. The weeks turned to months, the months to years, and your relationship fortified as gloriously as the hilt of a sword.

Kaz still had very difficult moments with touching, days when a single brush of fur was unbearable and the mention of a kiss was impossible. But you stayed there. Firm and unshakable. Giving your summer smiles,your warm winks, and his nickname that had the power to soothe every nerve in Kaz's body.

However, the more Kaz understand that he was need you to he still live, the deeper he hid any trace of public affection for you. Any clue that could sparked the theory in someone that you were the reason, for Brekker, for the sun rose every morning. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Never.

Kaz Brekker became very aware that his soul was harnessed to yours. And there was nothing in the world that would take you away from he. Not while he lived, and even seven feet from land, Kaz would still find a way to fight for you.

It was a logical decision when he said you two should get married. Kaz was still trying to maintain his serene posture as his soul burned in a fire too eager and excited to make official anything that said you were his. That he had finally managed to have that ray of sunshine in the midst of the atrocious ocean. You, unlike him, exhaled your happiness in excited squeals, little jumps of joy and a passionate, quick kiss on the man in front of you.

And Kaz understood, as perfectly as the sky are blue, that he would do anything, for the rest of his life, to be worthy of that overwhelming happiness that sparkled in yours smiles.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” He said, feeling himself smile because your happiness for the wedding was exorbitant.

And you, like the little tease you were who loved to make him piss off, smiled even more and hugged him. He love you. Unconditionally.

But, just like the ocean waves, Kaz and you have had your ups and downs. He wasn't a man who had a lot of patience, and you weren't the most obedient, calm woman in the world. You found him exasperating and he found you as stubborn as a door.

"I already said you can't do that!" And there he was, once again, lecturing you because you showed too much affection, in his mind, for him in a public situation.

And, as Kaz fucking Brekker liked to point out, ‘all walls have eyes and ears’.

"We've been together for six years, Kaz!" You tried to keep your blood calm, but you weren't a person to put up with sermons. “Is this going to be our life? Living as if we have the same connection as a boss and an employee?!”

“And what do you want, Y/n?!” He placed both hands on his office desk, looking at you from the other side “Want us to have a party and tell everyone?! Or do you prefer to hang a red target on your chest?!”

"I did not say that!" You were starting to get really angry. “I'm not asking for a billboard saying we're married and you know it! The only thing I'm saying is that you let me choose to sit next to you, take your hand, or tell you I love you when any of us go off on a dangerous mission!"

Kaz shook his head, impassable, his gaze flashing with anger. How did you not realize he was trying to save you?! Save everything you two built, your lives! And all this for what? Walking hand in hand on the street? It was ridiculous!

“This is indisputable!”

“Kaz…”

“I said no!” He slapped his hands on the table.

A less brave woman would have cringed. But not you.

“I don’t like to pretend we’re not together!”

“And I don't like a fucking girl who complains all the fucking time about something I do to save her! But it feels like I've been put up with it for six years, doesn't it?!”

The words hit you like a slap. Crackling, burning and electrifying. You felt yourself holding your breath and your shoulders instinctively tightening back. The room was silent. Loaded with tension, as if lightning had just hit the ground.

You looked at Kaz in amazement. And he pursed his lips when he realized what he'd said.

“Put up with? And you call me ‘fucking girl’ ?” You repeated, your voice low, serious and in a mixture of hurt and outrage. “Good to know.”

You turned your back, walking out of the office and slamming the door behind you hard, making the thud reverberate through the corridors of Kaz's soul.

"Y/n!" He called you, striding to the door "Y/n!"

But when Kaz pulled the doorknob and took a few steps down the hall, it wasn't you he bumped into. It was Nina, trying to hide, in a very terrible way, her curious and shocked expression. In female hands she carried a small stack of documents, probably something important that Kaz needed to check.

He had to check that out. But his eyes, restless and quick, wandered the great hall of the crow club below, watching your figure pass between the bodies, advancing towards the exit.

"Sooo…" Nina started, even though the attention wasn't on her. "Couple fights, right?"

But Kaz didn't think before nodding, trying to get past Nina to catch up with you. But of course the girl wasn't going to let Brekker get away with it that quickly. She was betting with Inej how long you two would pretend to have nothing. And now she was going to get the truth!

"So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" The smile of shock and excitement was wide open on her face.

Kaz muttered a curse, gently pushing the girl aside and moving towards the stairs, aiming to catch up with you. But not before answering:

"No, that girl is my wife!"

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in-my-feels-probably · 2 years

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Hi don’t know if you remember but I’ve requested something before and I absolutely loved it❤️ anyways I was wondering if you could write a Regulus Black x reader again lol inspired by Line without a hook by Ricky Montgomery. Please💙

Line Without a Hook

Request: Hi don’t know if you remember me but I’ve requested something before and I absolutely loved it. Anyways I was wondering if you could write a Regulus Black x reader inspired by Line without a hook by Ricky Montgomery. Please

Hi! I love this song so I was excited to write this for you, sorry it took me so long to respond. I’ve been writing a lot of angsty imagines recently that were really dramatic, and that’s partially because that’s how is see Regulus’s character, there’s a lot of angst potential for him and Sirius because of that, which is fun to write. But I thought it would be nice to write a more fluffy and lovey imagine for him, so I hope that’s ok with you. We’re gonna ignore the more toxic breakup parts of the song and interpret the lyrics as something more happy for this imagine because Regulus deserves it. I incorporated them some, but they’re just for backstory.

(Warnings: a little angsty, insecurities, quick mention of sex, let me know if i missed anything)

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Yours and Regulus’s relationship had been on rocky grounds before. You both were very spirited and tempered people, and getting into fights was easier than not. It wasn’t the most healthy of relationships at times, but you made it work, growing together rather than apart. Regulus often said that you were the best thing that ever happened to him, a welcome distraction to his everyday life. He’d swear to protect you from it, like he couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt and it being his fault. Recently, your relationship was at a high, every day a pleasant one.

“I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me, when we're alone. You can hold my hand if no one's home.”

He truly loved you, more than he’d ever loved anything in his entire life. He made sure every day that you were on good terms, that you were happy with him. For him, your relationship was never about anything physical, he didn’t care about sex or having you for your body. You were the most precious thing to him, and as far as he was concerned, you gracing him with your presence every day was more than enough. He was never ashamed to be seen with you, and flaunted you whenever he got the chance, proud of the fact that he got to be the one to see you when you were alone together.

“I broke all my bones that day I found you, crying at the lake. Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden? Oh, and if I could take it all back, I swear that I would pull you from the tide.”

He could be very sweet when he wanted to, but his words could also sting. He could be absolutely devastating with his insults, ripping into you in the heat of anger, and then immediately regretting it after when he simmered down. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but sometimes he couldn’t help it.

You remembered after a particularly nasty fight, at the lowest of your relationship, he found you down by the Black Lake. You were huddled on the bank, knees curled into your chest, tears streaming down your face. You heard his footsteps approaching, and you could tell it was him, but you didn’t turn around.

His heart broke at the sight. Later that night, when he’d eventually convinced you to forgive him after profusely apologizing, he made you a promise, one he really did try his best to keep.

“I’d rather break all the bones in my body than break your heart, Y/N,” he’d say. “Please don’t ever let me do that to you, talk to me instead, don’t run off.”

You nodded, holding him tight. You knew he was under immense stress with worries about his family, his relationship with Sirius, and his parents growing allegiance with the Dark Lord. You knew it was an internal battle for him to find the courage to do the right thing, and that when he snapped at you, he didn't really mean it. After that night, things started looking up.

“...there is a tiny dancer watching over me, he's singing, ‘she's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy.’ He's singing, ‘she's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook.’"

Sometimes he could get insecure. He thought lowly of himself, despite you telling him every day that there was nothing about him you’d change, that you loved him just the way he was. Over the years, you have conversation after conversation, trying to convince him that he was enough. And over time he really did start to believe it. He occasionally still had doubts. You were a safe haven for him, and he was so afraid of losing you.

He’d watch you when you fell asleep in his bed, seeing how calm you looked near him. He valued you so much and thought so highly of you, probably an unhealthy amount. ‘I’m just me,’ he’d think, as if that wasn’t good enough.

You caught him staring one night, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek. “Stop thinking, Reg. I know you, I know that face. You’re working yourself up over nothing. I love you, and there’s nothing you can do to get me to change my mind. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not. Now lay down.”

He’d smiled softly looking down at you, leaning his face into your hand. He had brought a hand up to pull yours away from his face, pressing a kiss to your open palm. You giggled at the sensation, and his smile grew. He curled into your side, getting comfortable.

“Your wish is my command, darling.”

“Baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you. I need you here to stay.”

Today, you only had a class in the morning, and you spent the rest of the afternoon into the evening taking some time to yourself, relaxing. Regulus, on the other hand, had a very busy schedule and day, trudging through it, counting down the minutes till he could come and see you, sure that you’d be able to melt all his troubles away.

You had been sitting outside in the courtyard on a blanket, reading and enjoying the nice weather, knowing autumn was coming and that it was going to get nasty outside. You heard a huff behind you, and turned to see Regulus, shoulders slumped.

“Hi, my love, did you–oh!” He dropped all his belongings onto the blanket, dropping down and dramatically plopping his head into your lap. You put down your book, smiling fondly at him as you ran your fingers through his curls. He sighed contently at the feeling, shutting his eyes.

“Did you have a good day?”

You could feel him nod his head. “It was tiring, but I’m better now,” he said, smirking up at you.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m being serious!” He laughed. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You looked at him a moment, before leaning down and pressing your forehead against his. “And you won’t have to. I’m not going anywhere, not until you ask me to.”

“Never,” he responded quickly. “I am far too in love with you…and a little codependent, but that’s the small price to pay for you. I think I’m getting a pretty good deal.”

You hummed in agreement, pressing a kiss into his hair. “I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too.” He laced his free hand with yours, and you sat in silence, enjoying each other's company until the sun set.

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A/N - Hi! Sorry this is kind of short, I hope that’s ok and you liked it.

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tonguetiedraven · 2 years

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Hi can you write a Bon/Rin (where Bon is the territorial one) fic based on the song NFWMB by Hozier? Thank you!!! :) <3

I love everything you’ve written about Blue Exorcist! It inspires me to read more often and they honestly make my day!!!

First, thank you so much for such a sweet compliment （＾ｖ＾)♡ I'm so happy you enjoy my stories!

I had never actually heard that song before, but I tried to capture the feel of the lyrics with this. I wrote most of it in Rin's pov since I usually write the territorial Rin bits from Ryuuji's pov. I hope you enjoy.

TW/CW for some possessive behavior. It's basically the point of the story, but I didn't do anything extreme or bad. Rin is happy with the relationship and Ryuuji isn't violent.

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For a surprisingly long time, Rin didn’t notice anything. It had also taken him a solid month of heavy flirting and Ryuuji holding his hand to realize that he handsome punk wanted to date him, so Rin wasn’t exactly claiming that he was particularly observant. Even when he did notice something, it was usually just a glare or a muttered conversation, and nothing substantial. Ryuuji’s neutral expression looked a bit like a glare, and he muttered whenever he was thinking through something. Rin just grinned, held Ryuuji’s hand, and continued on his merry way none the wiser.

It wasn’t until they were in a fight that the pieces started to slot together.

Not until he was clawing his way through some gigantic sluggy thing that stank like moldy socks and trying to stop it from getting near Konekomaru who was trying to find the right death verse for the ghost-thingy Izumo was fighting.

He was distracted by the grossness of the monster he was fighting and didn’t hear or feel the other demon getting closer. He didn’t feel or hear anything until there was a shout and a horribly loud blast inches away. He tore his hand free of the sludge this disgusting demon was made of (he was going to need to sterilize his entire body because EW!) and twisted with a snarl to see Ryuuij inches away, bazooka smoking and expression fierce.

There was something smoking at his feet. The remains of something Rin couldn’t identify. He blinked at it in confusion and missed the moment Ryuuji moved and grabbed him by his shirt. He was hauled forward and into a searing kiss that had his hands flailing a bit uselessly at his side as he was kissed wildly.

“Fucker tried to stab you in the back,” Ryuuji growled when Rin was released. He swayed dangerously, a little dizzy and completely forgetting he was on a battle field. Holy shit, he couldn’t feel his knees at all. His entire body was buzzing from that kiss, and if he hadn’t been on fire before, he sure was now.

“Heh?” He managed after an embarrassing moment. He grabbed Ryuuji by his arms and accidentally smeared some of the slug’s goo on his impressive biceps.

“That demon tried to backstab you,” Ryuuji answered, glaring at the remains and slipping an arm around Rin’s waist to tug him closer. Rin could suddenly understand why all those romance novels he would never admit to reading had the girls swooning back on the covers when the guys grabbed them like this. Ryuuji’s arm was strong enough to hold him up entirely, and suddenly being hugged close to Ryuuji’s broad chest after that kiss had him even more light headed. Add in the way Ryuuji was growling his words, and it was really just a wonder Rin hadn’t joined the slug in turning into a pile of (smitten) goo.

He blinked, trying to work through the words as his mind reeled from how hot Ryuuji looked with that fierce scowl, and when they finally clicked, he could only grin.

“Their mistake.” He pressed up on his tip-toes because his stupidly hot boyfriend was also stupidly tall, and kissed the grumpy cheek. “Thanks!”

Turning around in Ryuuji’s arm, he sent a blast of flames at the remains of the slug monster. He missed the dark look Ryuuji sent the other demons still circling around, but he didn’t miss the quietly murmured threat. (Or was it a promise?)

“No one fucks with you.”

Rin grinned with lips that still felt a little tingly. He could trust Ryuuji to have his back.

(So maybe the pieces didn’t start to fit just then.)

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It became a bit more obvious when they were at the concert. Kinzou’s band didn’t quite play his favorite kind of music, but it was loud and energetic, and the people were jumping and yelling, and that kind of energy was contagious. He could feel it vibrating through his entire body, and he loved the feeling. He’d about shouted himself hoarse though, and that was a feeling he didn’t love.

Hauling himself up with Ryuuji’s shoulder, he pressed a quick to his cheek and half said/half shouted that he was going to get a drink. Ryuuji nodded his understanding, squeezed Rin’s hip, and asked for a water. Rin left with a grin and weaved his way through the crowd to the drink counter.

“Two waters, please!” He didn’t have to shout quite as loud over here, which was good because his throat was kind of sore and any kind of soreness always put him at risk for flaming up. The bar tender nodded, looking mildly irritated by his order.

Rin leaned his arms on the bar while he waited for his drinks and glanced back over his shoulder at the swaying crowd. His friends were near the middle, most of them bouncing to the beat with Ryuuji and Yukio watching and shouting along. They all looked happy, and that made him smile wide enough to show his fangs.

“Hey, don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

Rin’s head snapped back around to find a man standing right next to him. Like right next to him. Close enough that Rin could see dark roots in his shaggy blond hair. He had a few piercings on his normal ears, and a stud in his lip. His clothes were dark and worn, but well fitted. Not a bad look over all.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, first time here. I know the band.” He nodded his head towards Kinzou who was taking a moment to drink. Rin wasn’t sure how he ever managed to talk with the way he screeched his lyrics.

“Wanna know me?” The guy asked, propping his arm on the bar and leaning closer.

Huh. Rin hadn’t been hit on like that before. Not that he remembered anyway. That was a Shima quality line. (In other words, terrible.)

“Uh, no thanks. I already got a boyfriend.” He had a Ryuuji, and even thinking about the way Ryuuji’s hands had felt on his hips while they danced to the music was enough to send chuchi fluttering up wildly in his stomach. He was going to dance close a little more and then he was pulling Ryuuji into some dark corner to kiss until they were breathless.

“Hey, no, come on,” the boy reached back over and caught his arm, trying to turn him back around. He wasn’t nearly strong enough to manage it, but being unexpectedly touched wasn’t comfortable. “At least give me your name and number.”

“I said no.” Rin jerked his arm free and stepped away only for the guy to follow.

“Here, I’ll show you how. I’m Souta Tanaka. Let me see your phone and I can just put my number in.”

There were waters right there. Rin was about to just snatch them up and bolt. He was faster than anyone here, and he didn’t like this kind of attention in this sort of place. It was kinda dangerous for him to get too close to normal people who might not know about the whole demon thing, or might only know a little bit about it. Just a simple shove from him could be enough to punt this guy through a wall.

Why wouldn’t this guy accept a ‘no’ as an answer?

"Leave me alone, man. I'm not interested."

"Someone as cute as you can't possibly be satisfied with one guy. Come on, at least give me a chance. I can show you things you've never dreamed of."

Rin stepped back again. He could make this boy go away if he was just allowed to use his flames. Hell, if he was just allowed to show his fangs. Though with the way this seemed to be going, that might just make this dick more determined. Ugh.

"Lay off, man." Rin did not like the way the guy kept looking at him. He didn’t like the lecherous stare with the way the boy wasn’t listening to him. He was awesome, but that didn’t mean just anyone could stare like that. He wasn’t some piece of meat.

"You go to True Cross? Rich or something? Maybe I can meet ya there sometime."

Was Rin speaking in Gehenna or something? And how the hell did he know Rin went to True Cross?

Rin opened his mouth to respond again (for all the good it was doing him) right as a broad hand landed on his right shoulder and pulled him back into a solid chest.

"He said no. Now fuck off." Ryuuji's words were growled menacingly as the hand on Rin's shoulder slipped down along his arm to curl around his waist and pull him even closer, entirely swallowing up any remaining space between their bodies. His tail was trapped between them now, which was fine because it had started flicking in irritation around Rin’s chest.

"Hey, I saw him first," The other boy, whose name Rin had already forgotten, said as he tried to step closer. Ryuuji neatly twisted on his heel, turning himself closer to the boy and Rin further away. It also made it obvious just how much taller and bulkier Ryuuji was. Rin got his first clear view of Ryuuji's handsome face, and the fierce expression there immediately has something hot running through his blood. He didn't know where Ryuuji had come from or how he knew Rin had attracted a creep's attention, but damn, he was glad he had. Ryuuji could play the white knight anytime. (He wore the look so well.)

“You didn’t,” Rin said, but both the boys ignored him.

“He’s my boyfriend, so get lost.” Ryuuji eyed the boy and smirked. “You couldn’t begin to handle him.”

“You—” Ryuuji didn’t wait for the response. He marched off, arm still firmly around Rin and half dragging, half escorting him away from the bar and waters as well. Ryuuji didn’t stop until they were out of the main room and in the back by what looked like some kind of maintenance closet.

Ryuuji stopped walking and released Rin’s waist just long enough to turn him around so they were facing, and then Rin’s back was hitting the wall and Ryuuji’s lips were against his. Ryuuji’s right hand was curved around his hip, holding him against the wall and his left hand was tangled in Rin’s hair, holding him tight and close and moving him right where Ryuuji wanted.

Rin’s mind was happily blank for a long moment. Entirely happy with the way he was being kissed and corralled against the wall, and the solid wall that was Ryuuji in front of him and flush against him. Rin immediately opened up for the kiss, clinging to Ryuuji’s arms and tipping into the pressure. Ryuui took his mouth with teeth and tongue, and the heat in Rin wanted to explode outwards. He forced it down, keeping an iron lock on it as his boyfriend’s weight pushed him so there was nowhere to go. He felt hyper aware of every inch of his hot skin, and entirely confused by the dizzying kisses. They’d had a talk about pda—awkward as it was—and Ryuuji had been on the ‘not a fan’ team.

He was panting a few minutes later with a racing heart and a flush on his cheeks as he gaped up at his boyfriend. There was no mistaking the way Ryuuji was holding him as anything but possessive. With the way his mouth was tingling and how warm and desperate he already was, Rin felt entirely owned, and he wasn’t sure if that was thrilling or terrifying.

(It was hard to be anything but thrilling when his blood was pounding like this and Ryuuji was still holding him against this wall.)

“No one,” Ryuuji growled again, brown eyes furious and demanding, “messes with you.”

“How’d you even know?”

“That that creep was pawing at you?” Well, Rin wouldn’t have put it like that, but yeah. That was essentially his question. He nodded. Ryuuji scowled. “Was watching you. Figured you only had another moment or two before those flames were out.” Ryuuji shifted his fingers through Rin’s hair in a tender way. “Fucker didn’t deserve to see you like that. Didn’t deserve to even touch you.”

Rin was pretty sure he was flickering right now, because this was a heady kind of feeling. Heavy and filling, and something he could probably choke on. It should be suffocating, the way Ryuuji was pushing him against this wall and all the unspoken things in that statement, but Rin didn’t feel crushed. He felt seen, and weirdly understood. He was a wild thing, and Ryuuji made him feel wild, but also a bit tamed. Like Ryuuji knew what Rin was capable of, and was determined to make sure no one got close enough to draw the dangerous things out.

It made him hot and needy, and Ryuuji was still staring down at him with those fierce eyes, so Rin did the only thing he could think to do. He grabbed Ryuuji’s chain necklace and dragged him down into another kiss filled with fangs, because he was a dangerous thing and Ryuuji could absolutely take it. Ryuuji wanted it, and Rin was all too happy to comply.

— — — — —

Rin was fire personified, and he’d been Ryuuji’s since he leapt in front of that idiotic reaper. That insignificant toad that had thought it could stand against the fire in Rin’s eyes.

Rin wasn’t just the warmth of sitting near a campfire, or the comfort of the hearth. Though he was those things. He was the life and love of a kitchen and the heart of a home. He was just so much more than that. He was an inferno. He was the devastation and chaos of an out of control fire, and he could consume everything. He was the most dangerous thing in Assiah or Gehenna, and he could take either of those if he wanted to.

The worlds were lucky he didn’t want to.

Rin was not something to be fucked with, and their connection wasn’t either. It baffled him that there were demons and people who would try to get between them like they possibly could. As if Ryuuji wasn’t capable of eliminating threats, and as if Rin was something that could possibly be stopped by anything. That there were still people who thought what they had was evil somehow, whether it was because they were both men (and such small minded thinking was pathetic) or because Rin was the son of Satan.

Let them hate. Ryuuji didn’t give a fuck about their opinions. He’d smash through their opinions and hate to stay with Rin. He was happy to soak in the warmth from Rin’s inferno and watch the chaos unfold on anything that tried to stop him.

Rin was his, and nothing was getting between them.

#bonrin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #rin okumura #my tumblr fics #bonfire #ryuuji suguro #bon suguro #ryuji suguro #aoex #bon/rin #hope this was the sort of thing you wanted

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free-pancakes · 3 years

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Levihan Song Prompt

Like My Father by Jax

Aged Like Fine Wine

a Levihan post-canon fix-it oneshot

AO3 link here

Summary: Hange and Levi send an adult Gabi off on her first date with Falco, heavily inspired by the lyrics of Like My Father by Jax

Notes: Thanks for the ask @29austro-lover, this ended up being such a soft little thing, and I loved writing it! it feels almost ooc but maybe this is just how it would feel to get a canonverse happy ending for levihan lmao

“I’m home!”

Gabi heard a tea kettle whistling from the kitchen as she hung her coat up by the front of the cabin, and closed the door gently behind her. A record player played softly in the living room, the sound of a piano filling the home.

She walked up to the small table in the foyer, smiling as her eyes ran over the bouquet of yellow roses lying on top of it. A small sticky note lay next to it—“Four-Eyes, don’t tell me titans are cuter than these damn flowers I picked for you.” Gabi laughed to herself after reading it.

“Gabi, is that you?”

“Yes, Captain!”

The thumping of a cane grew louder, until Levi popped his head through the doorway.

“Gabi, I told you to stop with that already. It’s been years since I’ve retired from the Survey Corps. Just call me Levi already.” His slightly graying hair swayed as he nodded his hand towards the sofa in the living room, and Gabi obliged to his routine.

She sat and waited until Levi shuffled in with a piping hot teapot, and he poured some for the both of them. As they sipped, they listened to the record player continue to play.

“Hange loves this song, right?” Gabi asked, almost getting Levi to smile—it made her wonder exactly what memories came to Levi’s mind as he listened to the song. He stood up, gesturing his hand towards Gabi, and she took it happily. He took her hand holding up to the side, supporting it, while Gabi let him lean a bit into her, keeping him steady without his cane. Levi led her, dancing slowly to the lovely song together.

Levi looked up at Gabi, a warm sensation swirling up inside him as he saw how much she’s grown since they had first met. Gabi had grown into a fine, strong-willed woman emanating sunshine—oddly very similar to someone they both knew all too well.

“Gabi, you better make sure that Falco brat is treating you right,” he said out loud. But in his head, he wanted to say that that boy should be treating his little girl like royalty—a queen for that matter, just as she deserved—as she was the closest thing he and Hange ever had to a daughter.

Gabi smiled, and squeezed Levi’s hand. But before she could reassure him, the sound of a horse and carriage came from just outside. Gabi knew by now there was nothing stopping Levi whenever Hange arrived home from a meeting. She could only assist him by handing him his cane—otherwise, he’d get so worked up if she helped him anymore than that. Gabi waited, staring outside the window as Levi approached the horse and carriage on his own. She couldn’t help but laugh seeing Jean and Armin always trying to help Hange out, their faces absolutely terrified every single time—Levi’s back was always towards her, but she knew he definitely had that menacing scowl strewn across his face to elicit such a reaction from them. But they knew to expect this—Levi always wanted to hold the carriage door open and help Hange out by himself.

Like clockwork, Hange would happily wish them farewell, while Levi simply waved them off, wondering why they still had to still bother Hange for advice—they were “grown and could handle it themselves” he had always complained. But Hange clearly didn’t mind.

Arm in arm, the two walked back in, Hange squealing at the flowers as Levi moved with purpose towards the kitchen.

“Oi Levi, titans are still cuter, though!” She yelled after reading his note.

“Why, because they’re gross, like you?” he retorted.

“No, because they’re at least taller than you!” she answered, and threw her head back in laughter.

Before Gabi could visibly cringe at their weird way of poking fun at each other, Hange walked into the living room, greeting her with a big hug and a kiss on the forehead. It never failed to make Gabi smile.

“I hope Levi wasn’t giving you a hard time! Your date with Falco tonight is going to be great, honey—“

“Ah titan shit!” Levi exclaimed from the kitchen. Hange and Gabi made eye contact, smirking before saying in unison, “Titans don’t shit!” and doubled over in laughter.

Levi brought out the pie he had been baking, the edges of the crust a bit dark, and a disappointed look on his face as he sat on the sofa next to Hange.

“Don’t worry, Levi! I like when the crust is a bit more crunchy on the outside!” Though suddenly, she paused and looked down at her belly, frowning as she poked at the excess layer of fat. “But my old body isn’t keeping up with all the sweets you make me anymore,” she muttered with a frown. Before she could dwell on it for any longer, Levi pushed the bangs out of her face and around her ear—“Pfft, well you look pretty hot today.”

She smirked, and placed her hand on his knee—“Hot, huh Shorty? Well—“

Gabi slapped her hands over her ears and groaned, “Guys, please don’t be weird while I’m around—“

A shy knock on the front door sounded, startling all three of them. Gabi rushed to find Falco standing their blushing like a fool, a small bouquet of lilies in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other. After catching up, a slice of pie, and a solid glare or three from Levi making Falco feel like he might just drop dead on the spot, the two decided it was time to go.

“Seeya later, oldies!” Gabi said teasingly.

Falco froze as he watched the smile disappear from Hange’s face, and Levi’s glare grow fiercer, and the two of them simultaneously flip them off. “Just you wait, age will hit you hard too someday!” Levi yelled as Gabi laughed and closed the door.

When the two reached the top of the hill, Falco looked back at the cabin, seeing Hange and Levi through the window, dancing together, a glass of wine in Hange’s hand. Hange leans back to look at Levi—

“And now cue Hange-san saying, ‘Levi, well you’re just like fine wine, better with age!’” And Falco’s jaw dropped as he watched Gabi’s mocking sync up perfectly with the words forming on Hange’s lips. Gabi giggled at Falco’s reaction.

“They’re perfect together right?” Gabi said under her breath, while Falco nodded confidently in agreement.

A wonderful evening later and a sweet hug goodbye, Gabi closed the door as Falco made his way up the hill. When he reached the top, he decided to take another look back at the cabin once again. He turned, and watched Gabi approach the sofa in the living room under the warm, dim light in the home. She smiled at Hange and Levi, both having fallen asleep next to each other. She stared lovingly at the two, noticing that the grey hairs grew a little more prominent on their heads with each day. Gabi carefully took Hange’s glasses from Levi’s hands, picked up the book that lay in Hange’s lap, and gently placed a blanket over the two of them. Falco smiled softly at the scene occurring before him, hoping he’d get to continue being a part of it. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he stared up at the night sky, and wondered how the stars aligned so perfectly for the 4 of them to live out the happy ending that previously only existed in dreams.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #levihan fanfic #gabi x falco #falbi #levi ackerman #hange zoe #falco grice #gabi braun

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waywardimpalawriter · 3 years

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Laundry Day (Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader)

Laundry Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Bucky Bingo Square: Domestic AU

Characters: Bucky Barnes,

Setting: two months from the ending of “Hey Bartender”, set in the Marvel universe but canon diverged the snap never happened.

Rating: M (Mature), +18 only please

Warnings: cursing, mature themes, angst, longing/yearning, idiots pining for one another,

Word count: 3,002

Summary: Sunday’s the dreaded laundry day when there’s not a stitch of clothing to wear except the man your currently crushing on, soft Henley shirt.

Notes: Bingo Square fill and written for the lovey @autumnleaves1991-blog and Write Wednesday prompt.

Tag list: @buckybingo

You’ve heard it many time, how cool you own a bar. Can drink whenever you want. Let me drink for free. Last thought getting a snort from your lips while looking through the laundry pile. The main reason owning you a business sucked you never get a day off to do normal shit like the fucking laundry that seems to pile up before you know what’s happened. Wondering if like rabbits it multiples while mating.

Huffing out a resigned sigh, tossing the last article of dirty clothing back into the basket thankful you wouldn’t need to schlep the bags to a local laundromat. Instead could get a little light cleaning done while the built in laundry room, a big thank you too granddad for putting the room in, did at least part of the work.

“Fucking hate laundry day,” low growl leaving your lips and tugging on the only clean clothes left.

Hefting the plastic basket on to your generous hip, grabbing the towel off the bedroom doorknob to add and heading towards the small room just off the bathroom to the left. Dropping the basket down you go back out to put on some music. Grabbing up your cell phone happy to have brought large capacity storage so your whole collection could fit. Setting all of Lady Gaga’s music on shuffle ‘Monster’ flowing through the small speakers positioned around your living room in specific areas for optimal sound quality. Wide hips swaying to the beat black Henley brushing the tops of your thick thighs incased in shorts, knee high socks keeping the rest of your legs warm and helping you slide across the oak wood floors. Not caring what you look like at the moment, expecting no one to show up on an early Sunday morning.

Bright smile slides over your lips the song changing to ‘Born this way’ belting out the words thankful and not for the first time you don’t have neighbors. Owning the whole building does come with certain perks. Meaning it didn’t matter how loud you got no one would call the cops on you for excessive noise or lousy singing. With those thoughts in mind you head back to start sorting clothes getting a load going, grabbing the swiffers dust clothes, mop and bucket on your way out.

Leaving the last two by the kitchen island, spinning back body moving to the beat of the music. Picking up bits of trash making you frown for a moment, knowing you weren’t that messy but shrugging off the thought tossing the trash. Starting to dance around, straightening lamps, running the dust cloth over the expanse of hard wood furniture and nick knacks from your childhood. Getting into the rhythm, beat caressing your body, tingling your senses making you move in ways you wouldn’t show another living soul only these four walls.

Finishing up the living room, you stand back to catch a breath admiring your handing work when ‘Shallow’ starts to play. Bradly Cooper’s smooth tenor caressing your ears a soft sigh leaving your lips. Your body starts to move to the melody, slow and sensuous, arms wrapping around your tummy as you sway. Twirling as Lady Gaga’s voice takes over, stepping around the couch that faces towards the tv positioned in the middle of a brick wall. Bursting out to sing the chorus, you keep swaying picking the tempo up. Draping your body backwards over the couch careful not to knock a lamp off the side table. Grabbing up a remote to use as a makeshift microphone, singing your heart out to no one but the empty room or so you think.

Raising back up slowly to spin away still belting out the lyrics breathlessly, wide smile on your face happiness thumping through your veins. Feeling freer than you have in a long time all thanks to a song that comes to an end with loud clapping ringing through your apartment. Making you scream out and throw the remote towards the source of the nose. Squeak existing your breathless lips that hang open staring at Bucky Barnes’s imposing figure filling the doorway of your apartment.

Catching the black plastic wrapped remote in his flesh hand before it landed against his chest, smirk sliding over those oh so kissable lips. Not that you haven’t dreamt of at least a couple nights a week. “Fucking hell Barnes how long have you been standing there?” Quickly moving towards your phone to cut the music.

Turning to take in his rumpled appearance. Chestnut hair tucked back into a messy ponytail few wisps hanging out to frame his face. Sculpted by the finest artists all angles and edges begging for your lips to caress. That’s graced with shadows of a sleepless night of tossing and turning in a to soft bed and a floor too cold for comfort. Sold wall of muscle that is his shoulders and chest covered in a wrinkled green Henley top button open to bare just a hint of collarbone. You try not to lick dry lips at the peek of skin wanting to bury your nose in the hollow of his throat and nibble to see what sounds you could drag from those sinful lips. Snapping back to the present when he begins to speak before your wondering eyes could take in the bottom half of his fackable body. They lock with his for a moment longer than proper catching the dark circles and weariness he tries to hide behind that boyish smile.

“Long enough,” clearing his throat to push down the arousal building up. In truth he tried knocking first, pounding followed with a couple of shouts of your name to accompany. Hearing the music spilling from behind the close door Bucky pulled the key you gave him last month out to let himself in.

Unprepared for the sight his eyes would land upon after pushing the old hard oak door open. Music hitting him square in the ears, not unpleasant a tune but a touch loud. However, that’s not what caught his eyes, no it’s the way you moved around the apartment to the melody. Body swaying, rolling and bending in ways that had him gritting his teeth to keep from stepping forward and pulling your soft body against his strong chest. Wanting to fill the spot of invisible partner, dipping you in his arms, wrapping them around your thick waist. Teasing the column of your throat with his lips after bending you backwards over his arm.

You’re a fucking temptation to his body and damnation to his heart and soul. One Bucky Barnes would gladly partake of if he didn’t feel so tainted, hands coated in invisible blood, mind splintered with nightmares of memories and lies. He wouldn’t saddle you with him as a burden. He’d push those feelings back bury them, accepting the friendship you offer and a shelter from a world he’s yet to fully grow accustom too.

Hands on your wide hips, scowl contorting your beautiful features, “I didn’t give you that key so you could barge in whenever you like Bucky.”

“I brought breakfast,” pointing towards the little white bags on the small wooden table by the door. Giving you the saddest puppy eyes he could which only makes you huff and roll your own.

Shaking your head, “You think you’re cute don’t ya Barnes?” Trying to infuse a touch of anger into your tone but it comes out more playful teasing than growling menace.

“Of course doll, you wouldn’t have me any other way,” wiggling his brow, scooping up the bags to follow you into the kitchen. Kicking something over he looks down teasing smirk slides over his lips before giving way to a playfully sheepish look, “Guess I finally kicked the bucket huh?”

Trying to hold back the laughter but it comes out on a snort that has a deep gruff laugh issuing from Bucky which in turn makes you giggle harder. Holding your stomach as it aches from the mirth lighting your features. Taking notice of the fact years have disappeared from the weariness he normally carries. Eyes sparkling in early morning sunlight shining in from the kitchen window. His beautiful steals your breath for a moment as you calm down, turning to start the Keurig, reaching for the pods of coffee you keep just for Bucky.

“Incorrigible Barnes, sit ya ass down while I make coffee,” couple of short giggles break free with another shake of your head.

Placing the bags down before dropping into his usual seat, “Two…”

“Spoonfuls of sugar no cream or milk I remember along with the dark roast that’s your favorite,” shooting him a smile. Grabbing your cell, changing the music to shuffle your whole library, turning the volume down so its more background noise than actually listening. “What brings you by this morning? Besides taking ten years off my life of course.”

Snorting at your quip with trying to hide that he’s smitten by the fact you’ve memorized how he likes his coffee. “Hadn’t seen you in a week doll, thought I’d drop in with breakfast and see if you need help with anything down in the bar.”

Taking a few moments to actually looking over your plush frame. Big mistake because he notices how those shorts mold to your wide hips and thick thighs begging for attention. Knee high socks shouldn’t look so damn sexy but on you he’s shifting in his seat to take pressure off the erection building in his jeans. Eyes dancing to take in your upper half damn near choking on his own spit at seeing you wear his Henley. Stretched out with age and use from his days in hiding and a little thicker in build. The way it stretched over your lush breasts cupping the generous globes outlined for his eyes to devour. Flowing against your tummy he wouldn’t object to laying his head on while cuddling into your body. Wanting to place kisses and nibbles on the skin hidden from his widening cerulean eyes. Shocking him back to reality with you placing a steaming mug of coffee in front of him.

Palm going to his forehead, “Really doll, what exactly are you feeling for?” Glancing up to search your turned down face. Catching the soft scent of Egyptian musk, mixed with clean linen and something sweet added that he’s sure belongs solely to you.

“Seeing if you have a fever, you checked out on me there for a few moments Barnes,” gently pressing the pads of your fingers into his neck, counting a pulse and sending goosebumps to skitter across his body.

Taking the hand from his body, the urge to pull you into his lap strong with your warmth radiating into his. “I’m fine sweetheart honest just lost in thought of this beautiful dame I know.”

“Lucky woman,” slowly pulling your hand back tramping down on the hurt flashing through your body. Heading back to start your own coffee, “Make yourself at home as usual,” shaking your head watching Bucky toe off his biker boots and prop his mismatched sock feet into the closest chair. Rolling your eyes, “Way to comfortable,” exasperated quip leaving your mouth as you head back and change laundry over.

“What’s with the get up anyway?” Not wanting to shout, Bucky followed to lean against the door jam of the all to small room. Coffee mug hovering near his lips thankful for not taking a sip when you bent over to add cloths to the dry.

Plush ass on display for his eyes to map, flesh hand tightening around ceramic mug while vibranium plates whirl with a clinched fist at his side. Tempting isn’t even a word he’d use to describe the torture your presenting him with. Quickly averting his eyes to the ceiling, but not before catching the peek of silken looking skin his shirt bares while sliding up. Searching now for something to distract himself. Before he did a very stupid thing like pull you into his arms and see if you fit against him like he’s imagined one too many times. Burying his face in your neck and tease the tender skin with three days worth of beard wanting to see if you’re sensitive and ticklish.

Brought back from those sexual thoughts when you speak, words tossed over your shoulder, “It’s all I had to wear, everything else needed washing. Price I pay for owning and running my own bar,” shrugging you bend to pick up the next load swearing you hear a groan from the man behind you. Yet when you turn he just gives you a smile that seems to make his cerulean eyes dance.

“Ah that explains why you’re wearing my shirt though not how you got it,” against better judgement, Bucky reaches out to tug the hem. Baring a briefest hint of cleavage to his desire darken eyes, with all three buttons open. He swallows harshly taking a bigger sip of his hot coffee than meaning to but the slight burning mouth pain distracts him from those thoughts that could get him into trouble. “I’m not complaining doll just curious if you’re stealing my clothes when you come over to my place.”

Snorting, “It’s not your shirt Barnes, your clothes wouldn’t fit my wide ass,” placing a hand on his shoulder to push him out the doorway. “If anything it’s from a pervious boyfriend and just stretched out.” Though you can’t help but glance down at the shirt racking your brain to remember who left it behind. Till you remember not having a boyfriend for the last couple of years and even then you didn’t let them keep stuff at your apartment. Only Bucky, who has his own key and drops by when he needs a break from the Compound and Avenging. Eyes widen in shock at the realization that in fact this shirt belongs to Bucky and must’ve got put in with your laundry one of the last times he stayed the night after a bad mission.

Deep in thought, you miss the low growl leave his throat at the mention of other men or the way he frowns when you insult yourself. “You have a gorgeous ass doll stop putting yourself down,” gently grabbing your upper arm to spin you around and face him. “And yes that is my shirt, there’s a stain,” swallowing hard but still brushes his fingers over the darken slightly yellow patch between your breasts. “Right here, it’s dripped mustard from a Coney dog about three weeks back remember. We went to Coney Island since you never went, sharing the cotton candy and almost getting sick,” soft chuckle leaving his parted lips. “You’re laughter at the corny shows, riding the Ferris wheel, I almost felt normal for once,” vibranium hand dropping back to his side, he heads to the table and plops down into his previous seat. Cursing his actions, head cradled in his hands hiding from his behavior and you. Wanting the earth to swallow him whole for his stupidity in voicing those words instead of keeping them bottled up. For touching you without asking permission, but God does he want a repeat and this time not let go.

Frozen by his words, heart aching for how he still feels, the searing touch of those cool metal fingers, but most of all by the realization he remembered a day you hold dear to your heart. Eyes close for a moment to gather your thoughts, taking a deep breath and heading for your cooling coffee. “What’d you bring for breakfast?” distracting them both of you from the elephant in the room.

Head popping up so quickly your sure he’s cracked his neck, half smile tugging at his lips, but not reaching his eyes, “Your favorites of course.” Reaching for the bags to pull out a small assortment of breakfast pastries.

“Trying to fatten me up Barnes?” You jest though back peddle at the scowl Bucky sends you. “Okay, okay I won’t do that again,” hands up in surrender but under your breath, “till your gone.”

Caught in mid sip, “You do know I have superior hearing right?”

“Your point Superman?” Bringing your mug with to sit down on Bucky’s left.

“I heard what you muttered,” grabbing the cream cheese kolache and taking a health bite while keeping eye contact with you.

Shrugging, “Then I’ll keep those thoughts to myself from now on,” picking out your favorite pastry to nibble on. “Oh and don’t worry I’ll get your shirt back to you once the rest of my clothes finish. I’m sorry it’s so stretched out.”

“One of these days doll,” muttering the rest to himself. Thoughts running through his mind on how much he’d like to bend you over his lap or better yet spread out for him to taste. Till you understood the beauty held in your countenance, the sway of your wide hips and plush body. Learning just what you do to his body and heat. But he knew those imagines held a deeper sway than you’d let anyone else see. Ones needing more than searing touches and intimate kisses but true actions to show you the truth.

Confident on the outside but tormented by dark thoughts and self doubts. That revelation skitters across Bucky’s mind like hot iron dunked into cool water, shocking his system to how similar though different as well, in ways he didn’t want to examine not yet. Registering the last comment Bucky looks up at you, tracing the features of your face, how your body looks in his shirt with golden sunlight bathing you in a warm halo. Speaking the words before his brain can shut them off, “Keep the shirt doll it looks so much better on you and by the way you didn’t stretch it out I did.” Flashing you his patent smirk before taking another drink of lukewarm coffee. Never so thankful for laundry day, stretched out shirts and the beauty sitting next to him.

#Bucky bingo #Writer Wednesday #Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader #Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem!Reader #Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader #Bucky Barnes fiction #Pining/yearning

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aliendes · 4 years

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BTS reaction to you having a wet dream (NSFW) 18+

Warnings: slight somnophilia (totally consensual and discussions are had prior because we stan CONSENT ;D), wet dreams obvi, Namjoon’s get a little angsty if you squint, smut, thigh riding but it’s only a thought not an action, oral (f rcving), fingering, masturbation (m&f), polyamory, mxm action (if that makes you uncomfortable skip Jimin’s reaction, sry but we all equals here!), slight dom themes because it me and I can’t right Joon as anything but, unprotected sex also because, it me, cum play and cum eating because Jin’s got really… uh, graphic. I’m not sorry. If I missed anything let me know.

A/N: So this was another request. I just can’t keep the requests to one member I guess… anon requested a drabble with JK noticing YN having a wet dream. Thanks anon! These ones got away from me a bit… and it’s completely unedited. sorry! Send a request!

You and Seokjin have been dating for a few years now, so there wasn’t much you guys haven’t tried out in the bedroom. There was one thing that Jin had been wanting to try recently and brought up to you a couple of months ago. He was interested in waking you up with his tongue. When he brought it up to you, you were a little worried how you would react in the moment, since you were a fairly light sleeper. After a long conversation about how it would go down, you both decided that he would wait for a time he knew you were horny, but weren’t expecting it, since part of his kink was you not knowing.

Cue Jin coming home after midnight after a long day of practice. He was still sweaty and gross and incredibly exhausted. All he wanted to do was fall asleep, but he knew he needed to shower first, since you didn’t like when he came to bed sweaty. Peeling his clothes off, he headed for the bathroom.

After his shower, Jin wrapped a towel around his thin waist and walked into the bedroom. He expected you to be asleep since it was so late. What he didn’t expect to find was you, asleep, with your hand in your pants on top of the covers. His brain short circuited for a second, blinking owlishly at the sight before him. Were you moaning? Jin walked closer to the bed and realized you must have kicked the covers off, since they were bunched at your feet. Your hand was resting on your pubic bone under your thin sleep shorts. You were obviously dreaming, twitching every few seconds and letting out soft mewls. Jin could feel himself growing hard under the towel he now had a death grip on.

Jin gulped. This was his chance. You were obviously turned on, hopefully by him, in your dream. He dropped the towel quickly and grabbed onto his semi-hard cock, stroking it lazily as he walked closer to the bed. He needed to be careful not to wake you, since a pin drop could usually wake you up.

Gently, Jin slipped his thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and slid them down your legs until they were all the way off. Next, he picked up your hand and moved it to your side. You were still moaning, seemingly in a deep sleep, luckily for your boyfriend. Jin climbed on the bed, careful to rest his knees softly so he didn’t move the mattress too much, and grabbed onto your soft thighs. He was so turned on right now, it was hard for him to stay quiet, letting out soft sighs every now and then. Slowly, Jin spread your legs, finally getting a view of your soaked pussy. Your folds were glistening in the low light of the bedroom and Jin swears he could cum right now, untouched.

Subconsciously stroking his cock again, Jin leaned down until he was face to face with your dripping cunt. His fantasy was about to come true and he was so excited he could barely contain himself. One hand on his cock, the other on your thigh, he dug in. Plump lips kissing at your wet lips, tongue slipping out and spreading you open. He teased your clit for a moment, pushing his tongue onto the already swollen bud and he idly wondered how long you had been turned on for you to be this swollen. Slowly, Jin began eating you out like a man starved, jacking himself off to his wildest fantasy. Above him, Jin heard your soft moans growing louder, spurring him on further.

“Jin?” You sounded so sexy, voice rough with sleep, that Jin came into his hand with a couple more strokes. Ignoring the mess, he brought his cum covered hand up to your core, spreading your pussy open with two fingers, before slipping one into your tight hole. When he was knuckle deep in you, you loudly moaned. “Ah - oh my - Jin!” You shrieked in pleasure as you looked down to the lewd scene between your legs.

Your boyfriend was staring up at you, clit between his teeth, cum covered fingers pushing into your cunt. You don’t think you’ve seen anything hotter in your life. Jin was onto something with this kink. You let out another breathy moan as Jin sucked your bud into his mouth and lapped at it with the tip of his tongue. Throwing your head back, you surrendered your pleasure to Jin, cumming hard all over his face.

Jin moaned into your pussy as you clenched around his digit, lapping up your release. He pulled his finger from you, kissing your clit gently before sitting up and smiling a sweet smile at you. “Thank you,” he said, sincerely. You couldn’t help the bright smile that spread across your face at your loving boyfriend.

“I think I should be thanking you,” you both laughed at your statement as he leaned up and kissed you gently.

Yoongi was sitting in his studio, headset on, working on some lyrics. He had all but forgotten that you were actually in his studio with him until he turned around and saw you sleeping, curled up in a ball on his leather couch. He smiled at your small form before narrowing his eyes at you. You were definitely sleeping, but why did you face looking twisted in pleasure?

Yoongi took his headset off, carefully setting it on his desk, when he immediately realized what was going on. You were moaning and twitching in your sleep. You were having a wet dream.

Your blonde boyfriend smirked as he rose from his seat, walking over to your sleeping body. For a moment, he just admired your beautiful sleeping face. Features twisted slightly, brow furrowed, but you looked like you were enjoying yourself. Gently, Yoongi rested his hand on your upper arm, lightly shaking you awake.

“YN?” He whispered, right next to your face, “Honey? You’re dreaming.”

Slowly, you opened one eye and peered at Yoongi’s smiling face. Did you fall asleep? Smacking your lips together to get rid of your dry mouth, you rubbed at your eyes. “Sorry baby, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Are you ready to go home?” You sat up all the way, but Yoongi stayed kneeled in front of you on the floor. When he didn’t respond you cocked your head at him, “What’s up babe?”

“Were you having a good dream?” He smirked at you.

You were still in a sleepy haze so you didn’t quite catch the implication in his words. You were racking your brain to figure out what he was talking about, until it hit you. Realization washed over your face and Yoongi had to hold back a snicker. You were dreaming. About him. And his cock, deep inside you. You blushed at the reminder of your dirty dream and quickly hid your face behind your sweater paws.

“Hey - don’t hide,” Yoongi said, pulling your hands away from your face and holding them in his, “it was kind of hot.”

Your blush deepened at his words, “Yoongs!”

“I’m serious, YN,” he looked down at his crotch to emphasize his words, eyebrow raised, “see?”

You looked down and saw the outline of his hard dick straining his jeans. It looked uncomfortable and you felt kind of bad you unknowingly did that to him. You pulled him towards you until he was hovering over you, both hands placed on the back of the dark couch. “Want some help with that?”

He gave you his signature gummy smile at your words, “Only if I can return the favor.”

You were currently on tour with your internationally famous boyfriend, J-hope. Otherwise known as your sunshine, Hobi. Being on tour was exhausting, but it was nothing for you compared to the boys, so you always let Hoseok sleep whenever he could, wherever he could. That meant he also tried to let you sleep when you needed it, since you were so respectful of his sleep. However, he was having a really hard time with that right now.

You were both lying in the bed of the hotel room you were currently staying in. You had both gone to bed about an hour ago, you having fallen asleep right away while Hoseok had been tossing and turning. That was, until about 5 minutes ago, when you started moaning in your sleep.

Hoseok had his eyes closed in the dark room, hand down his pants, as he listened to you mewl and moan next to him. It was turning him on so much that he almost felt guilty for touching himself. He couldn’t not touch himself with the sounds that were coming out of your mouth. He was lazily stroking his cock, imagining it was him making you sound like that.

Carefully he turned on his side, dick still in hand, so he could see your face in the moonlight. What he saw only caused his arousal to grow. There you were, in a tiny silk camisole through which Hoseok could see your pert nipples. But what really broke him was the fact that your small hand was stuffed into your silk panties, a growing wet spot forming on the fabric. Hoseok gripped his dick so tight, he thought he was about to blow his load. He needed to be inside you.

Your boyfriend reached a hand over to you, gently shaking your shoulder, “Sweetie?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you pursed your lips, hand twitching in your underwear. God, he was going to come undone any second now.

“Mmm,” you moaned, slowly opening your eyes, “Hobi?”

“Hi sweetness, come here,” he whispered softly to you, “you were having fun without me.”

You blinked a couple times before realizing that your hand was wet. You looked down and realized you were dripping onto your hand, suddenly remembering the dream you were having. “Oh, shit,” your voice was breathy and it turned Hoseok on even more.

“Let me help you?” It was a request, and you happily obliged, removing your hand from your shorts, sliding it under the covers and finding Hoseok’s hard cock, “God, babe, oh please,” he moaned as you started stroking his length.

After a moment of composing himself, Hoseok scooted closer to you and reached a hand down the front of your panties, immediately finding your clit. You had been so worked up from your dream that it didn’t take you long to feel the telltale signs of your orgasm. The silent room was filled with both yours and Hoseok’s soft whines and moans at the feeling of each other’s hands getting the other off. It was incredibly sensual, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t something you’ve thought about before.

Just as you felt white hot pleasure shoot through your veins, Hoseok’s breath stuttered and he came all over your hand. Both of you worked the other through their high, moaning at the incredible pleasure you were giving each other. After a moment, you pulled your hand away and Hoseok did the same. You both rolled onto your backs and at the same time, muttered, “Wow.”

You both burst into giggles, quickly getting up to clean up the mess you made.

Namjoon had been calling you for the last fifteen minutes and he was starting to get worried. It was only 4 o’clock in the afternoon, you shouldn’t be sleeping, and it was Saturday so you weren’t at work. He had finished practice about thirty minutes ago and was hoping you’d want to get dinner, but he couldn’t reach you.

He decided to head to your place to ease his worry, though he was sure you were fine. That’s what he was telling himself anyway.

When Namjoon got to your apartment he knocked a few times and then waited for you to answer. He was expecting to hear you bounding across the living room to answer the door, like you usually did. You never were light on your feet. But after a couple minutes, he didn’t hear anything. Now he was really starting to worry. Namjoon gave another courtesy knock before punching in your keycode and opening your door.

A sigh of relief came as soon as he rounded the corner of your living room and saw you asleep on the couch. The relief turned into something else though at your current condition. There you were, sprawled out on your couch, in nothing but a towel, moaning in your sleep. It looked like you had gotten out of the shower and immediately fell asleep in front of the TV. You looked like you were in a deep sleep, having a wet dream, if the moaning was anything to go by. Namjoon felt bad for a moment, idly wondering if you were overworking yourself, before his cock started twitching in his sweats at the thought of your naked body under that thin fabric.

Quietly, Namjoon made his way across the living room and kneeled down in front of your body. He reached out and softly ran his knuckles against your exposed collarbone, noticing you were a little cold. He leaned over your body placing soft kisses along your decollete and neck. He ran his knuckles up your neck and tangled them in your hair, gently kissing your cheek and nose.

“Baby girl,” he whispered into your neck, “c’mon baby, let’s go to your bed.”

You stirred slightly as his words, furrowing your brow. He knew you were starting to come to, so he reached under your body and scooped you up bridal style. Swiftly, he stood from the floor and walked down the short hallway to your bedroom. When he crossed the threshold of your room, you warily blinked your eyes open. “Joonie?” Your voice was rough from sleep and it only turned Namjoon on more.

“I’m here baby,” he said softly, setting you down on your bed, “you smell so good,” he murmured as he climbed on top of you, resuming his kissing.

“Joon, baby, what’s gotten into you,” you giggled breathily as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You,” he growled, running his hand down your side, effectively opening the towel you were wrapped in, “You’ve been a naughty girl, having wet dreams. Were you thinking about touching yourself? Hmm?”

You blushed at the sudden reminder of the dream you were just woken up from. You were, actually, touching yourself in the dream and you chose to voice that to Namjoon, causing him to groan into your chest where his lips were now traveling.

“Are you supposed to touch yourself without permission, baby girl?”

“No, Joonie,” you whimpered, “I’m sorry.”

“Mm,” he tsked, “I bet you are, baby.”

You could feel the slick growing between your thighs, your nakedness doing nothing to stop it from sticking to your thighs. Namjoon reached down and cupped your heat, one finger gathering up your wetness before pressing into you slowly. “Mmm, Joonie!”

“Is this what you were dreaming about, baby girl? Want me to fill you up?”

“Y- yes,” you moaned at the feeling of his finger curling up into your g-spot, “please.”

Namjoon sat up, keeping the rhythm of his finger in your cunt, and with his free hand pushed his sweats down until his weeping cock sprung out. You moaned at the sight, clenching down onto his finger, making him smirk at you. You licked your lips as you watched a bead of precum drip from Namjoon’s tip onto your pubic bone.

“You want my cock?” You nodded quickly, biting into your bottom lip, “beg.”

“Please Joon, please fuck me. I need you cock!” You whined, eyes screwing shut as he added a second finger, scissoring you open, prepping you to take his member.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he growled, pulling his digits from you and slipping his long cock through your folds, gathering up your arousal, “this cock will fuck you better than any dream.”

Namjoon slid himself into your hot cunt, bottoming out and tapping your cervix. You let out a lewd groan at the feeling as he gave you a moment to adjust. “Ok?” He asked and you nodded eagerly.

As soon as you gave him the go ahead, Joon started ramming his cock into you with abandon, hitting all the right places inside you. You screamed out in pleasure and Namjoon leaned over you, placing hot, open mouthed kissing along your breasts and neck, sucking gently and leaving light purple marks. You wrapped your legs around his hips and he fucked into you again and again.

“Joon! J- Joon I’m close,” you moaned, “please!”

“I got you, baby girl,” he reached down, two fingers drawing quick figure eights into your neglected clit, “cream my cock, baby.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Ecstasy washed over you and you clamped down on your boyfriend’s thick cock, cumming so hard your vision goes black for a moment. When you come down from your high, Namjoon’s hips are stuttering as he sucks on the skin of your chest, following close behind you. As his hips still you feel his white hot release empty into your cunt, painting your walls white. You moan at the delicious feeling before he’s pulling back to look into your eyes. “I love you, YN,” he sighs out, letting his sweaty forehead rest on yours.

“I love you too, Joonie.”

“What do you think she’s dreaming about?” Jungkook whispered softly into his boyfriend’s ear.

Jimin looked at his younger boyfriend, smirking, “You, probably.”

A bunny grin spread across Jungkook’s face at the elder’s admission. You had decided to stay over at their apartment tonight, a last minute decision because of the thunderstorm outside. You had just joined Jimin and Jungkook’s relationship a few months ago and you were trying to take things slow, but it was becoming increasingly hard with the looks they were starting to give you on a daily basis. All you could think about was Jungkook tonight, thoughts completely erased, other than those of your younger boyfriend’s thighs in those tight leather pants he was wearing. You were losing your damn mind. So when Jimin suggested you lay down on the couch to watch a movie, you were happy to oblige, willing to do anything to get your mind off Jungkook. Not that it was wrong to want your own boyfriend, but you were taking things slow!

“Did you see the way she was staring at you all night?” Jimin asked the curly haired man.

Their whispered conversation was interrupted when from the other couch, you started moaning lewdly. Both men lightly gasped at the sound, looking at each other cautiously. Jimin eyed the younger’s crotch when he saw a twitch out of the corner of his eye. “I know I couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” he whispered to Jungkook.

The bunny boy bit his lip and grabbed the back of Jimin’s head, crashing their lips together. For a few minutes, they made out on the loveseat, until they were once again interrupted by your loud moaning, except when they looked over this time, you were sitting up, staring at them with flushed cheeks.

“Want to join, little dove?” Jimin asked sweetly, making Jungkook smirk at you. Despite your embarrassment of being caught, you nodded your head quickly, pursing your lips together. Jimin reached his hand out towards you as you cautiously stood from the couch and made your way towards your two boyfriends, “Come here,” Jimin whispered as you took his hand. He pulled you onto his lap, effectively sandwiching you in between him and Jungkook. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t thoroughly enjoy it.

Jungkook ran the back of his knuckles along your cheek and Jimin’s hand roamed your thighs and hips, “What do you want, love?” Jungkook whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin. You shivered a bit, making both men chuckle.

“You,” you started before realizing your words, “both of you.”

“You have us, sweet girl,” Jimin said, making you turn to him, his gaze fiery, “what do you want us to do to you?”

His words sent a pang of arousal straight to your core and you could feel yourself growing wetter than you already were. Curse your brain melting at the thought of Jungkook. His leather pants had caused you to dream about riding his thick thighs and you were dripping at the thought. You murmured something that didn’t reach either of the men’s ears.

“What was that, love?” Jungkook asked, running his hand through your tangled hair.

“I want you to fuck me,” you rushed out, looking down at your lap, but not before you caught sight of both of your boyfriends hard cocks, straining against their pants, “please,” you whimpered, tongue no longer filtering your thoughts, “please fuck me.”

Jungkook and Jimin shared a knowing look before Jungkook scooped you up bridal style and made his way down the hallway to their shared bedroom with Jimin trailing closely behind him. Jungkook gently tossed you onto the bed before climbing over top of you, kissing all the way up your chest and neck until he reached your lips, hands roaming over your stomach until one rested on your clothed core. “Are you sure, love?” He asked you, eyes searching yours for any hesitation. When he found none and you nodded your head, he quickly slid your shorts and panties off your legs. Taking in your glistening cunt for the first time he let out a groan, cupping his cock through his pants. “You’re fucking beautiful, YN.”

You blushed at his words before you noticed Jimin climbing onto the bed next to your head. When you turned to look at him, you noticed he was completely nude, cock hard, the tip red and oozing precum. The sight had you licking your lips and squeezing your thighs together. Jimin smirked down at you as he grabbed his dick, languidly stroking as you looked back to the younger. “Can you take me while you suck Jimin off, baby?”

You nodded quickly, feeling yourself grow wetter at the thought. Jungkook let his fingers run up your slit, gathering your arousal, before plunging two fingers into your needy cunt. “Ah!” You yelped at the intrusion, before you felt the tip of Jimin’s cock pushing at your cheek, urging you to take him in your mouth. You turned your head, licking at the tip of his cock, reveling in his taste. “God, little dove, your mouth is amazing,” he moaned, still stroking his cock. You reach forward with one hand, wrapping it around his girthy length, languidly stroking as you take him in your mouth, “ah! Ah!” He gasps. You moan around his dick as Jungkook adds a third finger to your dripping hole.

“Such a pretty pussy, Jimin,” the younger laments to his boyfriend, “can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock, love.”

You moaned at the younger’s words, the feeling making Jimin twitch in your mouth. “Oh my - YN you feel so good,” Jimin’s moans were getting louder, spurring you on.

Before you knew it, Jungkook’s fingers were slipping out of you and in their place, was the tip of his rock hard length. As he sheathed himself in your heat, your eyes rolled back in your head, relishing in the feeling of being filled by two cocks. It was lewd, it was fulfilling your deepest fantasies, and you were already so close to cumming.

“God, she’s so tight Jimin-ie,” Jungkook moaned as he bottomed out, giving you a moment to adjust, “you have to feel her.”

“I will Jungkook-ie, her mouth is amazing too. So warm, wet,” you moaned around his cock at the praise.

Once the three of you found you rhythm, Jungkook started fucking into your cunt while Jimin used your mouth to chase his high. At some point, Jimin leaned over you and started toying with your swollen clit, only heightening your pleasure. Jimin was the first to finish, cumming down your throat, and you followed closely behind, cumming hard around Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook was the last to come, cock buried deep in your pussy while Jimin played with his balls. Jungkook leaned over you, completely spent, placing a loving kiss on your soft lips, before leaning over and doing the same to Jimin.

“You’re amazing YN,” Jungkook whispers against your lips.

“I agree, little dove,” Jimin says against your neck, placing light kisses there.

“So are you two,” you sigh, causing both of them to laugh, “you both make me so happy.”

Jungkook and Jimin share another knowing look before their eyes land back on you, “We love you, YN.”

You and Taehyung were like a match made in heaven. You both had the same interests and liked the same things. You even liked the same foods and drinks, which was great, it made grocery shopping a breeze.

Another thing you both agreed on and shared, were your kinks. You are both pretty open to most things in the bedroom and have experimented with your fair share of kinks before. One of these kinks that you both find arousing, is somnophilia.

You had tried it on multiple occasions, him waking you up with sex, or you waking him up with a blowjob. It was a mutual understanding that you had, that if either of you was feeling horny while the other was asleep, you were ok with the other initiating sex, assuming you weren’t on your period and Taehyung wasn’t working on a comeback.

Tonight, neither of those restrictions came into play as Taehyung arrived home from dinner with the boys to find you asleep in bed. He had had a couple of drinks, not enough to be drunk, but enough to feel horny. Taehyung was planning on waking you up to see if you were up for a quickie before he fell asleep, but when he got closer to the bed, he realized you were moaning lightly in your sleep. Taehyung’s eyes went wide as he took in your furrowed brow, the look of pleasure on your face. If he was horny before, he was about to combust now.

Slowly making his way over to the side of the bed he pulled back the covers and nearly had a heart attack and the sight of your nude body, hand between your legs, a finger lightly pushing into your already swollen bud. Taehyung thought he was dreaming at such a lewd sight, it sent him spiraling into a hole of lust he couldn’t get out of if he tried.

Trying his best to not make a sound, he slipped out of his pants, then his shirt, throwing them into the hamper. Completely naked, dick already half mast, Taehyung climbed on top of you, leaning down to take one of your already pert nipples into his mouth. You moaned as his hot mouth devoured you, a hand snaking down to push your hand from your clit, his own pointer finger taking its place. He groaned against your chest at the slick feeling of his finger rolling over your bud.

You began to stir and Taehyung’s ministrations, only causing him to become a little rougher. “Tae?” It was meant to be a question, but it came out as a breathy moan. Taehyung popped off your breast and looked up at you, finger still rubbing figure eights into your pulsing clit. “Tae,” that one came out as a straight moan, making him smirk.

“Hey baby,” he grunted, moving two fingers into your slit making you gasp, “were you waiting for me?”

“Mmm,” you mumbled, eyes closing at the immense pleasure between your legs, “yeah, was thinking about you all night, couldn’t help myself.”

Taehyung gasped, mock offense on his face, “You touched yourself? You dirty girl.”

“Mmm,” you moaned against his mouth as he slotted his lips against yours, “please, Tae.”

“Please what, doll?”

“Please fuck me,” he couldn’t say no to that.

Slowly, Tae pulled his slicked fingers from your cunt, bringing them up to your mouth. You opened obediently, sucking lewdly on his digits pulling a growl from his mouth. As he pulled back with a loud ‘pop’, he used your saliva to lubricate his already weeping cock. “Ready for me, baby?”

“Always,” you whimpered as Taehyung entered your warmth, “s’good.”

Taehyung let out a long moan at the feeling of you wrapped around him, finally getting some relief. “God, I’ve wanted you all night,” he whispered, pulling his hips back and slamming back into you, making your body jump up the bed a bit.

“Wanted you s-so bad Tae Tae,” you murmured, eyes closing and head falling back.

Tae grabbed both your thighs, spreading your legs as he rolled his hips against yours. He leaned back a bit, leaning down and letting a glob of saliva fall from his lips, landing directly on your clit. The cold feeling made you jerk back, but he tightened his grip on your legs, holding you in place. Quickly he reached down and started circling your hardened nub, just like he knew you liked.

“Ah- ah, Tae!” You mewled, back arching off the bed as shockwaves rolled through your body. Taehyung never let up, fucking you through it. He followed closely behind you, hips jerking into you, warm cum filling you up.

“God, doll, you’re so fucking hot.” Tae leaned down and pressed his lips to yours before resting his forehead on your shoulder. You wrapped both arms around him as you both caught your breath, “I need sleep,” he mumbled, pulling a light laugh from you.

Jungkook was tossing and turning in bed tonight, not able to fall asleep. He was worried about their upcoming comeback and had been feeling really stressed lately. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he rolled over so he was facing your back. His eyes narrowed as your sleeping form. He wasn’t mad at you, per se. He was just upset you could fall asleep so easily.

Just as Jungkook was about to roll over again, he heard noises coming from your side of the bed. He stopped breathing for a second as he listened closely. He could hear little breathy gasps coming from you and upon closer inspection it looked like you were… shivering? Were you cold?

Jungkook instinctively scooted closer to you, about to pull you into his arms, when you let out an unmistakable loud moan. He immediately froze, hand in the air, ready to reach for you. Should he wake you? He was internally debating when he heard it again. “K-kook,” you moaned.

“Baby?” He whispered, not sure if you were awake or not. When he didn’t get an answer, he wrapped his arms gently around you, placing his head on your shoulder. “Honey?” He let his hand travel down your arm and to your thighs, trying to rouse you. His hand roamed over your front, trailing down your arm, finally reaching your hand, which was clenched tightly between your legs, pushing against your clothed core. Jungkook’s cock twitched in his pants at the mental image of you touching yourself to him in your sleep. Was he actually sleeping and having some sort of fantasy fulfillment dream?

You started to stir a bit, rolling towards him, making him back up slightly to give you room. As you turned in his arms, he saw you slowly blinking your eyes open. “Kookie?” Your breath hitched in your throat when your eyes focused and you saw the lust in your boyfriend’s eyes.

“Dreaming of me, honey?” Your normally sweet, bunny boyfriend teased.

You flushed at his accusation because it was definitely true. You were just having an amazing dream of him between your legs, getting you off with his sensual tongue. As you were having flashbacks to the dream, you felt Jungkook’s hand snake down your front and into your panties, fingers quickly finding your clit.

“So wet for me,” he mewled, “want me to help you out, baby?”

You nodded your head, whimpering as his fingers spread your lower lips, spreading your juices around your needy pussy. “Use your words, honey,” he husked.

“Want your fingers, Kook,” you whined. Without warning he slipped two fingers into your heat, stroking your g-spot over and over, “Kook!”

“Mmm,” he moaned, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his clothed erection, “help me out?”

You happily obliged, pushing his sweat pants down his thighs, allowing his hard cock to spring free. You rubbed your thumb over his slit, gathering the precum that had pooled there and used it to slowly jerk him off. His lips ghosted over your forehead and you worked his long dick.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he whined, voice cracking slightly, “don’t stop.”

You weren’t going to, working him through his orgasm as his hips stuttered, hot cum spilling over your hand. Jungkook’s fingers momentarily stopped moving inside you, but once he came down from his high, quickly picked up their pace again. “I love you, baby,” he whispered, fingers coming all the way out of your pussy to lewdly rub against your clit for a second before plunging back in. It was driving you insane. It wasn’t long before fire was pooling in your lower abdomen. You came hard around your boyfriend’s fingers, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids and the slow and languid pace he was stick fingering you with. “Ah, ah too much!” You whined, making him smirk and slowly pull his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking your juices off of them.

“That was so hot, baby,” you nodded your head in agreement, sleepy post-orgasm feeling taking over, “I think I can finally fall asleep now,” he mumbled, letting out a big yawn.

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Alright so. For the past few days, I have just wanted to scream. Mostly because writing is a passion of mine and I'm tired of all the excuses and boundaries I've experienced with it lately. So I figured, I'd make some comfort pieces. Not sure if these are headcanons or drabbles. But all credit for this prompt goes to this lovely individual. Please excuse my icons appearances below, I made them in a rush. I'll redesign them later. Until then I hope you enjoy, at least you know faulty-writes cares.

PROMPT: You’re just lying on the floor of your bedroom, maybe listening to music, reading, or just staring up at the ceiling. Your comfort character walks in, not saying a word (or they do whatever) and just lays down next to you, maybe they join in on whatever task you’re doing if you’re doing one. Now you’re just vibing.

Nothing had been going right lately, the more you tried the worse it got. Like some invisible entity was hand-delivering you a continuous dose of karma for little to no reason. Despite being a third-year student and someone who faced down countless villains. You, for once, felt utterly defeated as you laid on your bedroom floor, staring at the ceiling.

You didn't expect anyone to knock on your door, "Pardon! Y/n, but may I have permission to enter your bedroom?" you should have known Tenya would take it upon himself to check on your well-being and show concern when he saw you laying on the floor with your arms and legs spread in such a way that it appeared you truly had just plopped yourself down and refused to move.

He was immediately by your side, lowering himself to his knees before leaning over you. Taking you in from head to toe to make sure you were physically okay. "Are you injured? Did someone grow violent and push or harm you in any way?!" his hand as usual chopped through the air as he rambled off his questions but you simply shook your head refusing to speak.

He seemed to take the hint that something was wrong, but also seemed to understand that his questions wouldn't get him anywhere. "I hope you have properly cleaned this floor prior to laying on it," you knew Tenya was a clean and tidy person, the thought of laying on a dirty floor must have disgusted him. But you hadn't fully expected him to do it, that is lay next to you. Staring at the ceiling just like you and you tried to ignore the tingles that coursed through your skin when your hands brushed against one another.

The silence was almost welcomed, and Tenya seemed to understand that perhaps all you needed was someone to sit with you through the silence and be there for the possible storm that could follow. Slowly he enclosed his hand around yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze which caused you to turn your head. You were surprised to see such a kind smile on his face but somehow you knew it meant that everything would be okay.

The television was the only thing that illuminated the room as you laid on the floor, listening to the voices echo and drone on about something you didn't know or care about. Maybe you had put the television on so you wouldn't feel alone. It had been a rotten day and though you could have easily climbed into bed, slept the rest of the night away. You found yourself not wanting to move an inch.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice your closest friend, Taishiro walk into the room. His round curvy figure maneuvering past the doorframe and a bright smile was on his face before he took notice of how dark the room was. "Enjoying yourself a little shade are ya?" he teased in his normal happy tone before he went to flick the lights back on, "I think a little sunshine looks better on ya," he joked, but his smile faded when he noticed you laying on the floor.

Taishiro normally wasn't one to pry, unless you happened to be a villain. But you should have expected him to ask you again and again what was wrong. The way his gentle hand grasped and tugged your arm, "Come on now, let's see that bright smile! It does wonders for me ya know, whenever I see ya wearing it. Well I couldn't be more blessed knowing I got to see ya so happy," you knew he meant his words, but you still didn't move nor speak and Taishiro seemed to know when he was bested. But even so, you knew that wouldn't stop him from doing what he did next.

He had insisted you would be more comfortable laying on top of him as opposed to the floor. But you remained silent all the same, even as he laid his arms over you. Gently stroking your hair and massaging the small of your back. "Ya know, ya can always tell me anything. I ain't about judging ya for what ya been through, but I also don't mind if ya wanna stay silent. Just as long as I can continue to hold ya nice and close," he said and you could feel his arms tighten around you.

You didn't recall anything after those sweet words, only the continued silence between you and Taishiro and the way your body slowly sank into his. His comforting embrace welcomed after such a rotten day. His breathing seemed to drown out the television as you closed your eyes and allowed that very sound to lull you to sleep. It was more comforting than you'd admit, feeling so safe and sound in someone's arms. Knowing you'd be protected until the morning.

Music was the one thing that seemed to comfort you after a bad day, the lyrics depicting your emotions perfectly as they echoed in your ears and allowed you to drown out the world around you. The sounds outside your door blocked out, and for good reason. You didn't want to face anyone today. In fact, you were pretty certain that you didn't want to see anyone for the rest of your life.

But your classmates seemed to notice the fact that you had locked yourself away and it seemed they had voted that Shouto Todoroki would be the one to check up on you. However, the knocks went unnoticed by you as did the fact that Shouto let himself in after he heard no response. It was almost scary to open your eyes only to see two different colored ones staring back at you, but Shouto seemed indifferent to your reaction. "Are you alright...why are you on the floor?" he questioned in his usual monotone way.

It was almost amusing when Shouto took notice of the music you were listening to, the sound faintly blasting from your earbuds. "You can't hear what I'm saying with those," he stated, but all you saw were his lips moving. He blinked and reached down, attempting to take one earbud out but you grasped his hand and simply shook your head. "Oh...I see," his posture relaxed some as he got the message and proceeded to sit next to you, crossing his legs to allow his arms to rest on his ankles.

He didn't entirely seem to understand why you were doing what you were doing. But in a way, it was nice to have his company. After a long moment, you noticed Shouto was staring at you like he was waiting for you to say or do something. You reached up, taking out one earbud to hold out to him. He seemed confused by the gesture but took it anyway, "Would...you like me to listen with you?" he questioned, though it took him a few seconds to place the earbud into his ear. Eyebrows furrowing together as the new sound echoed through his ear.

You wouldn't have thought that Shouto of all people could provide you with silent comfort. But it was nice that he was there and taking part in something you loved to do. Eventually, you convinced him to lay on the floor with you and found yourself smiling as you played song after song for him. The curious expressions that played across his face almost made your horrible day worth it. You only paused the music for a short moment to thank him, but he seemed oblivious to the reason behind your thank you. Maybe one day he'd learn just how much his presence comforted you.

#tenya x reader #fatgum x reader #shouto x reader

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cottoncandyjester · 2 years

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what would happen when the yandere kids bring back patent darling

They get their reward of course! And the yanderes get their love back

Warning this contains: yandere behavior, talk about mutilation, manipulation

Indigo:

Indigo nudged you forward into the house making you fall to your knees, you looked up seeing mateo..curly hair in a ponytail and his eyes dark and cruel, he clearly hasn’t slept since you left “Baby, my dear sweet darling..” mateo cooed out as he leaned down to touch you only for indigo to yank you back a knife at your throat.

“Give me my prize, then you can have them back.” He said firmly. Mateo scowled, but have a long sigh opening a closet door and pulling out lyric, shaking and fearful gasp a cloth around his mouth and his hands tied behind his back.

“My brother is going to be upset when he sees his son is missing from his bed, but you have your prize if I get mine” mateo explained. Indigo pushed you forward causing you to fall into Mateo’s arms, rushing to lyric and hugging him close. “Lyric…you’re finally mine.” He cooed out, crushing the male in his arms as he struggled.

You looked up at mateo who smiled down at you “how can I stay mad at you when you look so cute, but I’m pissed that you ran off..why would you do that?” He asked as he buried his face into your neck taking in a deep inhale

“You don’t smell the same, it’s okay I’ll change that” he whispers in your ear with a smile. Your life was different, indigo was happier with lyric as his pet and mateo thought you were too dangerous with feet

So he cut them off

Camilo:

“Papaaa~ I brought them! Where’s my partners?” Camilo chimed out as he aimed the gun to the back of your head. Your eyes landed on dante who smoked a cigar, rage in his eyes as he marched straight towards you. Dante gripped your shirt

“Are you fucking stupid?! You could have gotten hurt! Coño! You aren’t leaving my sight ever again, you hear me?!” He snapped out in a tone that made even Camilo flinch but saw two petiole that made his heart swell.

Chained up in the corner sat shiro and freya, both bruised up and tied up. He dropped to his knees a giddy laugh escaping him “you’re here! Oh what did he do to you both? That doesn’t matter, we can be a cute throuple now. I’m so happy” he chimed out.

You weren’t allowed to leave the house anymore, Dante kept you on a leash and you were blindfolded and gagged most of the day just stuck in the bedroom. Camilo would visit to feed you and gush to you about how happy he is. Camila only visited you once, helping you get cleaned up of blood and other fluids saying how she misses you and wished she could be of more help but when Dante caught her you never heard her anymore and you were too scared to ask what he did to her but you assumed the worst. Once Dante stopped being angry with you, you were allowed out of the room but the leash stayed on

April:

April was sobbing when she brought you back, shaking and whispering to you how sorry she was and how she hoped you can forgive her. Once returned theo snatched you up, his anger being masked by a forced soft tone he used.

“Love of my life, my angel, you are going to regret doing this” he said with a smile before ruffling you April’s hair “good job sweetheart, your gift is in your room take good care of her..though I can’t guarantee that certain people won’t come to get her” he explained making April perk up now rushing off.

Theo didn’t give you a chance to explain before he injected you with a syringe filled with medication. Your body grew limp, he held you close and stroked your hair “sleep now my darling, it’s okay. You were just confused that’s all.” He whispers out with a chuckle.

With theo, days went by and you were too drugged up to really fight back. Whenever the drugs wore off you were quickly drugged again, forced to let theo do whatever he wanted with you. He soon started to lower the doses once he realized that you were behaving again

“See, you belong in a submissive role..my pretty little spouse” he whispers out as he kissed your cheek, “if you try to leave again though..” he whispers in your ear pressing an empty syringe against your neck, the thought of dying such a painful death made you squirm reaching out to grip his wrist to prevent him from pressing down on the syringe.

“I’ll kill you, I love you so much..but I refuse to let you leave”

Oiwa:

Yuki was absolutely feral once he got you back, shaking and clawing at your sides unsure if he wanted to kill you or kiss you “what were you thinking? You could have died out there? It’s too cold! Look at you, you’re hurt.” He hissed out as he glared at oiwa who was more interested in the sleeping ryu in his lap

“You said dead or alive, I just did what you ordered. You didn’t defile my ryu, right?” He asked as he softly cupped the sleeping boy’s cheek. Yuki sighed softly “I wish you wouldn’t be so cold to your parents. I suppose that’s your grandfather’s fault for raising you” he said softly before yuki focused back on you.

He pulled out a cloth from his pocket now pressing it against your nose and mouth. Your eyes widened as a surge of drowsiness overcame you, you fell limp in Yuki’s arms and he picked you up.

“When are you going to tell them that grandfather didn’t kidnap me as a baby but that you sold me off?” Oiwa asked yuki who paused and turned to his child “babies steal up time, we didn’t have time to take care of one and love each other unconditionally” he said softly

Yuki had sliced off your fingers and toes while you were asleep. You awoke to pain and yuki holding you close to his chest, you tried moving but yuki gripped you tugging you close “if you get out of this bed I’ll slice your tongue off next..or maybe an eye” he whispers lowly.

He moved ontop of you hands around your throat, eyes glazed with anger “I still haven’t forgiven you..so you aren’t leaving. We are going to stay here, make love and I’m going to make you love me again” he said with a sigh

“Or you’ll die trying.”

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wastelandcth · 3 years

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Lover - cth

part of love songs for calum, a love series.

summary: a dazzling haze, a mysterious place about you dear.

author’s notes: i hope you enjoy this one. as always you can find the playlist to this series here (and you can add your own favorite love songs here!)

warnings: mentions of smut.

masterlist || request

January brought cold weather and dark mornings. The Christmas lights were still twinkling in the morning fog and Calum watched them, wrapped up in a blanket and beanie as he waited for Duke to finish up his morning potty break. He'd been awake for most of the morning, his brain too busy to even try and get some rest.

He'd been up long after you had gone to bed, your back pressed against his chest as you let soft huffs out during your dreams.

Normally, Calum had no problems sleeping when you were at his side. He'd fall asleep before you and he'd snore the whole night long. But this time, he was caught in a haze where nothing made sense and the goosebumps from the cold air felt like they'd been there all night. He'd been running over the words you'd whispered into his ear last night before your eyes closed and you left him alone in the darkness.

"I think I would marry you if you asked me. I'd say yes."

At that moment, Calum felt like his entire world was in the palm of your hands. If you had told him to run out and jump into the icy water of the pool in the backyard, he would've done so. But as the night went on and the gloomy clouds let in a soft light into the bedroom you'd both been sharing for years now, Calum's heartbeat raced at the thought of being with you for the rest of his life. What if you got bored, what if he wasn't what you thought he was and he was suddenly left with a broken heart and broken vows?

And that's how Calum found himself on the foggy and rainy morning, watching his old dog sniff around the plants you'd insisted on planting for him while he had a crisis on whether or not the ring in his drawer would be enough for you. He knew the ring was good, it was his mother's ring, and she'd basically thrown it at Calum to give to you when he'd mentioned settling down with you a few months back when he went to Sydney. He'd hid it in that drawer the second he'd flown home and had pushed it to the back of his mind because he'd never even talked about marriage with you and the thought made his hands sweat.

He'd been in love with you for three years now. He'd known you for longer but he was always busy touring, writing, or recording and it wasn't until life with the band had slowed down a bit that he'd had the chance to really sit down and think about his feelings for you. It wasn't until his own life was stable enough that he could see you more in a week than he had in the past few months that he realized how deeply in love he was with you. At first, he hadn't even noticed that it was love, he was just pissed off and it wasn't until you turned back to smile at him that he felt the warmth in him spread all over.

Calum had the day he realized he loved you ingrained in his mind. You had both been at the grocery store, running errands with one another and catching up from the times Calum had been traveling around the world. Calum had been browsing the snack aisle, a giant pack of double stuffed Oreos calling his name when he heard your laugh. Usually hearing your laugh would bring butterflies to his stomach, but that day he looked over and saw you covering your mouth with your hand as you laughed at something a stranger said to you, he wanted to punch the man. He wasn't even that good looking, in Calum's mind, I mean who even wears khakis out to the grocery store on a Tuesday afternoon? It didn't make sense and the guy was definitely not your type at all. Calum scoffed and rolled his eyes as he had walked back over to you, eyeing the guy up before he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"You ready to go, hun?" Calum mumbled, his fist clenching by his side as he watched you and the man in the khakis both look over at him.

Whenever Calum's mind became overwhelmed with thoughts of you, he'd turn to music. He'd always turned to music when life became too much and his brain felt flooded. He'd spend hours locked in the music room where scattered notebooks held unspoken words and where bass lines floated throughout the air. That night had been no different, you'd been off in a hotel with your bridesmaids, in a city full of temptation and lights, and Calum was at home reeling over what he'd say about you and the love he had for you in a few short weeks.

The wedding vows had been on his mind the second he'd gotten down on one knee in front of you almost a year ago. He'd tried writing them time and time again, the piles of crumpled paper mixing with unheard lyrics and thoughts Calum wasn't sure who to tell. He'd tried writing them while you were sat next to him, while you watched tv and talked to him about whatever had happened this week at work. He tried writing them when you were asleep next to him when your soft breaths hit his shoulder with every rise and fall of your chest. He even tried writing them once in his head while your hands were pressed to his chest and the sound of your hips meeting was covered by the moans you were both letting out, but that was a bust; one of many that night. Every time Calum tried to write his vows, all he realized was that words he ever wrote for you would ever be good enough.

How could Calum tell you in front of everyone you both loved and cherished how you were a magnetic force of a woman and he was in awe of the way you'd gone from a broken shell of a human, sobbing on the floor of Luke's living room to the person he knew now. To the one who wouldn't hesitate to tell Calum when he'd fucked up and that you loved him all in the same sentence. Calum's heart had been bruised before, he'd be in the same boat where he didn't think his heart would ever heal. Calum swore he'd never hurt you like you'd been hurt before even when both of you clashed and the dramatics were a bit too much. He swore that he was going to be there whenever you needed him, cheering you up with another joke he'd kept in his pockets for days when your mood was down and nothing could put a smile on your face. How would Calum ever put into words that he'd always save you a seat at whatever table you were sat at, no matter the occasion? No amount of words could ever amount to the love Calum had for you.

"Take me home?" you whispered in his ear that night, your hands sliding under the white button upon shirt he was wearing that night. The suit jacket he'd been wearing for most of the day had disappeared, lost in between the dancing and the few too many drinks you'd shared with family members.

"Mmm, yeah?" Calum chuckled, his lips against your earlobe sent shivers down your spine, "And where shall I take my charming bride, to our home so we can make sure the neighborhood know who you married tonight, sweet girl?"

"You are a man of many words, Hood." you whispered, "Let's see if those hold up just like those beautiful vows you gave today," you smirked, your warm hands traveling over the expanse of his chest.

Calum, who was always a man of his word, made sure that your wedding night was one to remember. The candles and rose petals leading up to your room trailed behind the dress you'd been wearing for way too many hours. Calum's hand was in yours and as you both laid in bed, chests heaving as you both took a break from the wedding festivities. The sweat covering you both proof of the words he'd promised you earlier that night.

"I panicked that night when you told me you would marry me if I asked. I must've stayed out with Duke for at least an hour, running over the thought that you wanted to marry me." Calum whispered, his fingers threading through your hair as he closed his eyes.

"And then you still asked me?" you teased, pressing a kiss over his heart, "Finally realized you couldn't live without me?"

"Realized I wanted to love you every summer and winter and spring and fall." Calum chuckled, and smiled, "That you were the one I wanted to dramatic with and that the haze I felt with you was love. Want you and only you, lover."

"I wouldn't want anyone else but you, lover."

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rcksmith · 3 years

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Be mine — Roman Godfrey

Requests: “Helloo, I would like to request an imagine of roman Godfrey with smut prompt 28”

“Hii, omg I lover your work!! Can you do fluff prompts 45 and 59 and smut prompts 32 whit Roman Godfrey? Thank you, love💖”

Fluff prompts:

45. “where have you been all my life?”

59. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

Smut prompts:

28. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

32. “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”

A/N: I was excited about these request for Roman, I loved it. I hope you guys like.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Roman Godfrey/ Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, explicit smut, NSFW, degradation, dirty talk and also fluff too.

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The big white and airy room tried to show a soothing and safe energy, the light tones contrasted with the golden rays of the sun outside and could even try to show a lyrical vibe. Could, if not for everything else.

It was hard to pinpoint the source that messed up that whole idea of peace that the colors on the walls had, but maybe it was because Godfrey Industries was... oblique, mysterious, sinister. There was something in the air, a dark breeze that echoed all the floors of that gigantic building, bringing the feeling that something was out of place. It was, at times, disconcerting. Like looking at a perfect painting but knowing that something is out of place. Or to witness the seconds of frightening calm before a major disaster. But as the months went by, you had to get used to it and adapt to it. Your daydreams wandered far away. You wondered what you were doing there, in that country town that also had that sinister energy.

Why you left Los Angles? Okay, did you know why. After finishing college, you sent out resumes to as many companies as you could. Its from that time when you realize that adult life has knocked on the door and that the cost of living in California was too high. The plan, when you left home to pursue your dream and go to college in another state, was to get a job as soon as possible. But some things got out of your control, and when you realized it, you had graduated and you didn't have enough money to come up with second plans.

So, when the multinational Godfrey Industries called you after an interview and gave you the job, you didn't hesitate. The salary was too good for a international negotiations assistant, and after a while you could breathe easier, and be able to straighten out your financial life and have a better resume to be able to get back to a big city.

It was a good plan, a rational plan. You were proud of that. But it was logical that too much confidence was accompanied by some ruin.

And its ruin came under the name of Roman Godfrey.

Roman was swallowed all the air in any the room when he entered, as if its imposing presence subdued any environment. Everything about him exuded the same objective: to conquer, to possess, to win. He was the Trojan army. But the worst and the most dangerous was not his difficult personality, but how you felt close to him. How his presence caused side effects on you.

He was absolutely gorgeous. It should be considered illegal for someone to have that appearance, that voice, that sinisterly penetrating look. You felt that Roman Godfrey had the aura of intense and exciting music, like the song of danger.

He was the personification of sin, and you were being tested by the universe.

The trinity of what could be a gigantic disaster was completed when, a few months ago, Roman started testing you, joining the universe in what appeared to be a plan to slaughter your sanity.

It was your first meeting with the Company a few weeks after you was hired. Adam, the director of the international negotiations sector, for whom you are an assistant, asked you to bring all the documents of the process and remain in the meeting. It was about an international multi who wanted to buy some equipment from Godfrey Industries, but who were working hard to try to close deals at a lower price.

As you handed a copy of the negotiation to each sector director in that room, you felt a pair of eyes burning the back of your neck the whole time, like your shadow. The caustic sensation ruffled all the hair on the back of your neck, snaking from head to toe and made you search the environment behind the author.

That's when you finding him.

Roman had the green irises stuck to you like a tattoo on your skin. As if unraveling all your secrets, your sins, virtues and all your thoughts. It was intense, magnetic... dangerous.

You felt the white walls of that room were embraced by a black and dark shadow, and the air became thin. Then he smiled. A smug and arrogant little smile. The kind who won a battle.

It had been the beginning of a sequence of events. Roman began to request and make sure that you were present at all meetings, negotiations, cases, even when your presence added much more to your professional knowledge than to contribute to the resolution of company problems. At that time the order was still not directed at you, Adam just told you that Godfrey wanted you at meetings.

It was strange, atypical, almost surreal. You used to go into the conference room and look directly at Roman, frowning in silent questioning at him. But he never gave you an answer. He just gave that smug smile and turned his attention to the big screen in the living room.

This happened five times before Roman sent to tell you that he wanted to see you in his office.

“But why?!" You frowned at Adam.

The man looked at you for a second before shrugging.

“Your work has been impeccable, I think he just wants to give you more things to do.” Adam kept his eyes on the documents themselves.

"But you are my boss.” Sometimes you had a habit of saying what you thought without considering the consequences.

Your mother and your friends said that you had a total inability to hide what you felt, to be someone reserved or shy. You were almost always the person who said everything you felt.

Adam laughed softly, already used to your personality and turned his eyes to you.

“And he is my boss."

You restrained yourself from rolling your eyes. The truth was, you didn't want to find him. Roman puzzled you, messed with your system. And after those 5 meetings without explaining why you were there, you started to want to avoid his presence.

But apparently the universe was not on your side this time.

You got up and excused yourself, listening to your own heels echoing down the hall before entering the elevator and pressing the last button. Going to Godfrey's office.

Anxiety coursed through your veins like overwhelming electricity, making you sway on your heels and stir your fingers.

What did he want with you? Had you done something? Was he crazy?

You sucked in the air hard, shrugging your shoulders to relax when the door opened up. You walked for a while before stopping at Roman's office and knocking on the door with your finger.

“Come in." The voice made your heart skip a few beats.

You walked in, closing the door behind you and laying your eyes on the tall, slender figure who was sitting behind the table, dressed in black pieces and a small smile.

“Did you want to see me, Mr.Godfrey ?"

Maybe it was your imagination or your nervousness that was seeing things in between lines, but you could have sworn that Roman breathed harder after you said his last name.

You stopped in front of his desk, too agitated to sit on the chair.

“Yes, Darling.” He stood up, getting much bigger than you, even though your feet were in a 10 cm heel.

Roman fished a file on the table itself, bypassing the table and coming menacingly close to you. He stood in front of you again, his hip against the table and leaning there, holding out the file for you. You took seconds longer than you would like to pick up the papers, Roman's left leg was dangerously close to yours, the knee almost brushing your thigh covered by the black skirt.

“I need it ready by night."

That's when you came out of the trance, picking up the folder and staring at the amount of stuff there. It was a process about an agreement with a company in Asia, and it was so bureaucratic that it would take up your entire time. And you already had a million things for do.

“But...” You were about to start talking, but Roman moved away from the edge of the table, his chest hovering over yours.

You have never felt so small, so fragile and so vulnerable in your life. You had to lift your chin to face him straight.

“You are going to be a good girl and bring me this tonight.” It was not a request. “You will, right?”

Your common sense or decorum had gone somewhere. Maybe was lost in your own stupidity. The oxygen evaporated from your lungs. And before you could think of something diplomatic and good to say. Because you were not dumb. You heard yourself say:

“Yes, Mr. Godfrey.”

Fucking hell!

“Great.” He gave you a rewarding smile.

From that moment on events like this became routine. In fact, you tried to mask that you liked it, that it wasn't extremely unprofessional, that he was not only your boss, but also the owner of the entire company. Over time you learned to deal with him too, Roman was never brazen or touched you, he would drop some ‘Dear’ or ‘Pretty’ over and over here for you, but, truth be told, you didn’t get uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was your feminine vanity. You didn't want to be selfish, but having a man like Roman Godfrey praise you did wonders for your feminine vanity. You felt absurdly beautiful. He made you feel like the personification of the Female Fatal, and you liked that. So you would roll your eyes at him and give him some jokes smiles in his direction whenever these things happened.

You did not deny it, but you also do not return any praise.

Over the months you had practically become more of an assistant to Roman than to Adam. He kept you getting bogged down with things to do and telling Adam to pass on your old duties to any other goddamn person.

“They accept to close if they have had 30% of the profits.” You put your cell phone down to talk to Roman, who had his hip against the desk work and an open file in his hands.

“They must be stupid” he rolled his eyes “10% and I will still be being generous.”

You went back to your call, your eyes fixed on the top view of the city as you settled the deal.

“I can get them to close by 15% if we send the equipment by tomorrow.” You said to Roman again, plugging the cell phone microphone with your other hand “But it has to be send until the morning. Not next.”

Roman smiled broadly and satisfied, nodding his head in ‘Yes’ as you turned your attention to the city view and finished the negotiation. You were getting the details right when you felt a presence behind you, the heat radiating for your back and making you lose your breath for a second. You swallowed and tried to ignore something vibrating in your core, disconnecting the call as soon as you closed the deal.

“What would I do without you?” Roman's voice blew at the top of your ear, his ghostly touch fanning your skin.

You laughed to try to hide how much your core pulsed, turning around enough to face his completely.

"I don't know, you would have already lost four contracts.” You tried to joke, but he was absurdly close.

The scent of a man and an expensive cologne swallowed you like a wave and dragged you into the sea, drowning you. The emerald green eyes were fixed on you, as if they swallowed you.

“You could work for me.” Godfrey let go, taking another step closer to you.

Instinctively, you took a step back, your back finding the cold glass behind you and trapping you between the cold sensation and the absurd warmth of the man.

"I already work for you.” You said it as if it were obvious, letting out a nervous laugh and trying to clean up how much your uterus vibrated now.

“No, you work more with Adam.” He rolled his eyes, his hand now resting on your hip, rising to your waist like a snake “I speak of you being my assistant, being here when I arrive, spending the all days with me.”

Your heart screamed, your pussy throbbed so hard that if Roman hadn't paid attention to you, you would have bitten your lip.

“Are you flirting with me?”

"You finally noticed?"

There was no way to deny to yourself that you had already reached your share of perverted dreams with Roman Godfrey. He was like an addiction! It was unbearable how present he was always in your head, playing with your sanity, making you think of how those absurdly long fingers would fuck you so well, how those impeccable clothes hid a maddening body.

And that was exactly why you couldn't be him assistant.

If it was already overwhelmingly difficult to occasionally remain in him presence without diverting your thoughts, every day would be impossible. All the time. You would end up having to resign your job after, because any involvement between you would not result in a happy ending. Aside from being extremely unethical, it would end up destroying your heart, and God, you needed the job!

"M-Mr Godfrey." You tried to speak, touching his chest with the palm of your hand with the intention of gently pushing him away.

But the shot backfired. He was cold. Absurdly cold. Cold that makes you want to warm up, an addictive, that intoxicates you. Suddenly, you are already wondering if other parts of it would be cold too.

Would the kiss contain the beauty and temperature of the snow? When Roman entered you, would he be consumed by the heat of your needy walls? He Would it stick to you like a private sun?

“Pretty.” Godfrey sighed against your cheek, dangerously lowering his lips in your direction. “Why not stay with me? Where can I fuck you every day? ”

This time you moaned, a low moan that gave up all of your game. It lit a dangerous, vital fire in Roman's eyes, and him hand, which once touched you softly, now snaked into your waist, pulling you close.

“Do you like to hear that? That I want to fuck you until you scream?” You closed your fingers on him black dress shirt, closing your lip between your teeth to contain a groan.

Roman's mouth went to your neck, pouring wet, surprisingly hot kisses onto your skin.

"Would you like to know that I have imagined fucking you hard for a long time?” His hands went to the hem of your skirt. “That I want to tag you with my cum until you're just mine?"

“Mr.Go-Godfrey!” You moaned loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting your head go back and lean against the glass wall.

“Tell me, Pretty.” He lifted his lips to hover over yours “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

You frantically ascended your head, letting a 'Yes' leave with a low sob.

Thereafter Roman wasted no time. He pulled you onto his lap by your thighs, placing you under his desk and throwing all objects on the table with one arm. He kissed you. Furiously. He kissed you as if you were his property, as if you were the answer to all his prayers, his divinity. Your mouth opened to get air and Roman took the opportunity to invade with his tongue, hunting you.

You groaned, or he, or both.

"I'm going to show you what a real fucking is." Roman snarled against your mouth, not considering any consequences before popping all the buttons on your shirt with a two-handed tug, making you gasp.

That seemed to bring you back to Earth.

You pulled your chest away from him, and Roman looked up at you with a questioning expression.

“Ro-Roman, this is wrong.” you said.

“You have no idea how much I don’t give a fuck.” He leaned over to kiss you again, extremely excited by the sight of you in a lacy bra, but you averted your face by placing your hands on him chest.

You said. “I'm going to have to resign this job later if I do it, and I need the job.”

Romam snorted, straightening up again.

“Who says you need to resign? Did you forget that I am the owner of this crap?” He brought his lips to your neck once more, and you sighed softly “Be mine. Be mine."

“I don’t know.”

Romam held your face in his hands, in a gentle touch, which clashed absurdly with the lush fire in his eyes.

“I don't want to fuck you because you work here, but because I think you're fucking beautiful.” He said “Be mine, and if you don't want anything to do with me afterwards, that's okay, let's keep working normally.” Roman moved closer, his voice hitting your mouth “Let me fuck this hot pussy, I'm sure you'll want more later. And I will give you everything you want.”

So you gave in. You kissed him fiercely, spreading your legs wider and settling them between them, letting the skirt roll to pile on your hips and exposing lace panties. Roman reaching down to your back and removing your bra, dropping your mouth over your left breast when it was exposed.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back, curling your fingers in his hair and sighing when Godfrey moved his fingers down the middle of your legs. You whimpered, rummaging around in his hand for some friction, needy and needy.

Roman laughed arrogantly against your breast: “Such a needy little thing, aren't you?” He took a bite out of your left beak as he walked away to remove his belt.

You groaned, your eyes on fire, your body hot and needy. And that's when Roman looked at you. A hot fucking woman half naked at his table, so beautiful and perfect that it was almost a sin. He wanted to be able to record that scene forever. You were perfect. He thought you were extraordinarily perfect.

Then he rushed ferociously at you again, his hands wrapped around your hot body as he moaned on your lips: "Where have you been all my life?"

You gasped, finishing the job of his belt and pants, fighting a battle with his tongue.

“Waiting for this moment.” You provoked it with a sensual chuckle, nibbling on his lower lip.

Roman shared your sly smile, tearing at your panties and holding his own dick in your direction. You moaned louder this time, in need, lowering your hands to his hips and rolling around his waist, trying to get closer.

Roman laughed, sinking his mouth into yours and also plunging his dick into yours smooth folds.

You screamed out loud, clasping your body to his while Roman put an arm around your waist, gluing your body to his and hitting the stick at the end of the well, drawing out a loud groan from both of you. The environment was filled with moaning and pornographic sounds, the table rattling beneath you as the things that were left on top now fell completely. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clenching your nails at the back of your neck as you wrapped your legs around Roman's hips, pulling him further into you and swallowing him completely.

“Holy fuck!” He snarled, lowering his mouth to meet your neck and shoulder, closing his teeth there as he demanded more force in his movements.

Godfrey beat without mercy, without pause, conquering and proclaiming his every piece of your body as his own. You could no longer control your moans, all the sensations exploded inside you like nuclear bombs and pleasure and pain curved all your lines of reasoning. You laid your back on the table, your breasts jumping with the speed and strength of him movements, while Roman clasped his hands on your waist and set a brighter pace as he pulled you onto his dick and propelled your hips at you.

“So fuck hot slut!” He growled, never stopping the pace.

You shouted something that looked like him name, and threw your head back when the orgasm invaded your system, shaking your legs and pulling him deeper. Roman moaned loudly, squeezing your flesh so tightly that it would leave marks tomorrow, while he cum inside you, spilling all the hot liquid on your barriers.

You were sweaty and panting, but Roman didn't give you a second to breathe and process the situation until he leaned over to you, still inside your core, and kissed your right breast, dropping one:

“Dinner at my place tomorrow?”

You laughed, still very airy, and agreed, overcome by tiredness.

“Okay, Godfrey.” Roman gave you another lunge of teasing, making your laugh mix with a groan.

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i’m getting old, it makes me reckless

canon compliant juke | angst | title: when we were young // adele

The band ended their last song in a clash of instruments and vocals, roaring above the audience yelling the lyrics right back. It was the biggest venue yet, the arena stretching far and wide and holding more people than Julie could imagine. Her throat was aching, but it was all worth it. Every note savoured. Every lyric tasted till it staled on her tongue.

It was the gig before she left for college, leaving a whole lot more behind than this arena with the thousands of adoring strangers.

All four were drenched in sweat. Alex, with his hands red from an insanely elaborate three minute drum solo. Luke, with his callouses aching and slick, barely holding on to the strings. Reggie, no longer wearing his leather jacket and hair come undone. Julie, glitter on her cheeks mixed with the sweat and hair like a raging lion. They looked and felt maniacal. They played the concert of the year. The absolute euphoria they experienced wouldn’t be gone for a while, though her blush would quickly fade.

Now, she could still pretend Luke and her were still together. Now, even Alex and Reggie were kept in the dark from their long dreaded decision. Now, the idea that she stood on stage with the loves of her life was enough for a satisfied smile to bloom on her lips.

“Thank you!”, she bellowed into the mic. The audience didn’t stop. Screaming, whistling, asking for more. Encore, encore, encore! They were all out of songs though, having played their anthem again when they asked for it the first time. Covers seemed like a lackluster ending to the night, the band members shooting each other doubtful looks. The finality of it all ached her.

Luke’s gaze caught hers; troubled, unable to keep the sorrow at bay. Had this been any other concert, she would’ve kissed him backstage and remind him that feeling empty after giving it his all was normal. That she felt that too. She wouldn’t do that though. And she also had an inkling his expression wasn’t about that.

Words pushed themselves out of her throat before she thought about it. “I have something. It’s a cover though. Do you guys like covers?”

Another salvo of applause and shrieks, a sea of phones getting whipped out to capture every move. Reggie approached her with a slight frown.

“What’re you thinking, Julie?”

She moved away from the mic. “Is it alright if I do a solo cover?”

His casual nod caused nerves to coil in her stomach, only now realising what she did. What she was about to do to herself. The bassist made a sign at the boys to get off stage, Luke’s fingers ghosting her back (not entirely, never entirely, she has never truly felt the atoms of his hands touch her) and following the boys into the wings.

Curiosity buzzed around the concert hall, Julie making her way to the grand piano on the left of the stage and attaching her mic in the designated stand. When she looked into void, it instantly quieted down. Her timid voice was like a sharp thread slicing the air.

“This next song, uh…” Swallowing back the feeling of loss that simmered right beneath her skin, she took a deep breath. A needle could drop, so silent everyone heard her pained intake. “I’ve taught it myself a while ago. It’s quite melancholic, but I’ve always been a bit like that, I guess.”

Her feet found the pedals, fingers the well-loved keys. The lights were hot on her skin, yet a certain person’s stare felt more fiery than anything else.

Julie took another steadier breath. “Thank you once more for a beautiful night, LA. This is ‘When We Were Young’.”

The beginning notes caused another uproar from people recognising the song, lighters and phone flashlights flickering up one by one like stars. She sunk into the notes, let her hands find the familiar path as all she could think about was Luke. Every word would be laced with the memory of him.

He wasn’t gone, but he might as well had stolen her heart and vanished into the night with it.

With her eyes shut, the first lyrics uttered melodically from her lips.

Everybody loves the things you do From the way you talk, to the way you move

(A fifteen year old Julie watched as the crowd ate up Luke’s guitar solo, the riff an electrifying ensemble of unique sounds that shouldn’t work but somehow did. He played it for them, but his torso was twisted her way, like his body couldn’t decide who he preferred. Back then, Julie presumed it was the crowd, obviously. Music was everything for Luke. Music and nothing more. Sure, that included her and the boys, but she had accepted quickly on she’d never claim that top spot in his heart. And she was fine with that. It hurt a little, except then she’d remind herself of her own love for music and what a gift it was playing in a band like theirs. To be the name people sought out online.

Luke shot some winks to the first row, dropping to his knees to get him even closer to the fans. Alex caught her eye when she turned around, rolling his good-naturedly. Luke being Luke, it meant.

“It doesn’t inflate your ego, does it?”, she teased hours later, slumped on opposite sides of the couch.

He scoffed, a smile edging his lips. “Are you jealous?”

“It is-” she pulled herself upright, brown peering into the curious green. “-merely an observation.”

“An observation.” He mimicked her, all of a sudden not so far away. Their legs were brushing and if she leaned in, she could kiss him. His head tilted, never one to stop teasing. “Right.”

The high of a good performance made her say it. “Do you want me to be?”

When he kissed her, she expected his lips to be cold. Ghost-cold. Instead, they were warm and soft, like in her dreams, and he smiled when she kissed him back - also like in her dreams. It had been short, the way his nose brushed hers a promise for more.)

Everybody here is watching you 'Cause you feel like home, you're like a dream come true

(They quickly found an escape from the hysteria in Griffith Park. It was closeby Julie’s house and its sweeping nature left enough places for Julie and Luke to hide and be with each other without disturbances. It was a bit unorthodox for a teenage couple to burrow themselves in the forest, but she supposed she threw normality out the window the moment she decided she wanted to date a ghost.

Luke sighed, body dropping on the soft grass and pulling her with him. His beanie fell off, a pleased smile quirking on her lips as she raked a hand through his locks. It was always a cause for celebration whenever he got rid of the hat, the impending doom of baldness something she’d warn him about had he still been alive. Julie pushed the thought back. She couldn’t think that way. A finger curled around a soft strand of hair.

His nose pressed in her cheek, coaxing her closer until she snugly fit in the curve of his body. Lips moved against her skin. “Can I keep you here? Screw homework.”

Julie chuckled. Her meandering hand sloped to his chest, circling the soft fabric of his sweater. “Unfortunately, calculus and I have a date tonight.”

“You’re seeing someone else?”, he gasped. “Julie!”

“I know.” His laugh reverberated, the sound melting into her skin as she pushed herself impossibly close. Adding, her voice was muffled: “Very sneaky of me.”

Luke’s arms fully wrapped around her, humming contently at their new position of having her half-sprawled on top of him. If it wasn’t for the slight flush on his cheeks, she’d think he completely cool about this. It made her smile. He may act all tough sometimes, but he was just as new to this as she was.

She tapped against the red. “The macho is gone.”

He rolled his eyes, though it held a glimmer of fondness. It was for her, she giddily remembered. The way he faltered in quiet awe, soft and timid, was for her. Reaching to kiss him, the blaring declaration that he was home rang in her head.

She didn’t tell him that. Ever.)

But if by chance you're here alone Can I have a moment before I go? 'Cause I've been by myself all night long Hoping you're someone I used to know

(“Sixteen,” he bellowed. “Is there a song about being sixteen?!”

She laughed. “Ellie Goulding has one, I think. You wanna sing me a song about being sixteen-”

“Cause you are sixteen!” He hoisted himself on the grand piano, grinning at her from across the studio. She tried as best as she could to match it.

Birthdays have felt like taboo ever since the boys came into her life. She aged, they didn’t, and eventually they would have to disband. Eventually, everyone would notice how they were frozen in time. Eventually, she and Luke would be too far apart in ages.

Julie has dreaded her birthday since the first time her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

Sensing something was off, the frown replaced the grin. “You okay, Jules?”

“Yeah,” she dismissed, waving him off with an air of nonchalance. It was easy for her, something she became an expert in after her mom passed. “Just tired from school.”

He poofed in front of her, hands massaging into her shoulders. She couldn’t look at him. And then she said it anyway.

“Are you okay?”

The unsaid was clear, him stilling as his jaw locked in place. It was then that something cracked between them. Unnoticeable, like a small line in a ceramic cup. They were fine after, but never before had they stamped an expiration date on their relationship. Her simple question changed everything.

He coughed, struggling with the smile. It felt rehearsed. “Course,” he muttered. “I’m good.”)

You look like a movie You sound like a song My God, this reminds me of when we were young

(He breathed into the kiss like she himself gave him life, hot and open-mouthed and tongues caressing to feel more. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, legs straddling his waist in the safety of her bedroom. He left no space between them. Flush together, fingers pressing into her back, breaths and grins mingling when they parted for air. How she got him breathless, she wouldn’t ask. The fact that he did, was enough for her. He never felt like a ghost to her. Not before they started dating and certainly not now.

Each kiss was like music to her ears. Each touch alighting her skin with sparks of affection and need.

“God, I love you,” he whispered.

Her dazzling smile stretched against his jaw, halting in place. She giggled. “You love me?”

Their eyes met, his hooded from passion as he slowly tracked her face. “It’s not obvious?”

“It is.” A tender kiss brushed his lips, thumbs swiping his cheekbones with that boundless devotion she never wanted to let go of. It was the most blissful feeling in the world.

Julie uttered it right back. “I love you too.”)

Her voice exploded into an anguished belt, head rolling back as the lyrics flew into the sky. If she hit her notes, if she was making any sense, if the audience was worried - it didn’t matter. Julie needed this. This was her goodbye.

Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time that we might Be exactly like we were before we realised We were sad of getting old, it made us restless It was just like a movie It was just like a song

(Julie jumped on top of him in a sneak attack. Armed with her Polaroid camera, she swerved out the way from his grabby hands as she took shot after shot. Her laughing boyfriend snatched her by her side, fingers like spider tickling her until she relented with tears in her eyes. Strewn around them were the pictures, still processing.

“What’re you doing?”, he chuckled.

Julie plucked a Polaroid from her mattress and began waving it around. “You look so cute,” was her simple answer. His grin widened at that.

“Only now?”

“I wanted to capture you just like this. When-” When we’re like this, so goddamn happy and in love. “When you look all…” While Julie mimicked his face, Luke planted his hands on the mattress to pull himself up and give her a chaste kiss.

His smirk eradicated her previous thoughts. “Can’t make a silly face after I have sex with my beautiful girlfriend?”

She hummed, all mushy from his actions. “You can. That’s why I’m taking a picture.”

Luke kissed her again, letting that ‘silly face’ run free and craning his neck to watch the picture develop.

He cried when he didn’t appear. Another crack in the cup.)

I was so scared to face my fears Nobody told me that you'd be here

(An outsider looking into the Molina household would think there was funeral going on. An insider would be even more confused, as Julie Molina just got accepted into USC and rather felt like crying for three full days then celebrate with her friends.

It settled then. She’d go to college, like she always wanted, and have her life radically change once more - not like she wanted. The band was solid, she and Luke were solid. College would change everything. Alex assured her that it’d be fine, that minor adjustments wouldn’t ruin them, but Julie had her doubts.)

And I swear you’d moved overseas That's what you said, when you left me

(He hardly looked at her when she turned seventeen. She couldn’t blame him. Her doubts, fears stacking on top of one another at rapid pace, surged to the forefront. They were the same age. Tomorrow, she’d be 364 days closer to eighteen. Closer to being older, to surpassing him, to hitting their expiration date.

His troubled expression resolved a little later. Back to his bouncy, enthusiastic self, he showered her in kisses and dedicated all the songs at their gig in Raven’s Nest to her. The boys even sang her ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA, her appropriately dressed in sparkly flared trousers and matching top. Her fears were forgotten then. Later too, when she giggled as he pulled her into a laughing kiss, the glitter of her clothes staining his own.

Luke was so alive in that moment. Sweat brimming his forehead and buzzing with adrenaline and each kiss rougher than the next. He was real, real, real, real, real, real.

The lie brought her temporary comfort.)

Julie repeated the chorus, body trembling from all the memories hitting her at once. Soon, the numbing final strike would bring her ease. For her sake, for his, for the band. The refrain flowed through.

When we were young When we were young When we were young When we were young

(“What about ‘when we were young’?”, Julie proposed, blue pen pressed into her songbook. Luke sat next to her, slouched against the front of the couch as his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, mustering for the muses to gift them genius lyrics.

“When we were young?” He chuckled. “That’s a joke, right?”

She paused, pen clenching between her fingers as her head turned to look at him. “What?”

He caught her tone, straightening his back with a shrug. “Nothing.”

“No, why do you think that was a joke?”

They’ve been on edge ever since her dad bought her all the USC merch the online store offered. The sea of red draped across her room got him upset, once his favourite colour now his biggest enemy. It wasn’t like they were trying to hurt each other, but…

Julie didn’t know what to do anymore. Songwriting was their usual remedy and even that didn’t diffuse the tension. She wished her mom was here, for advice, except would she be able to give proper words of wisdom when a relationship with a ghost was unprecedented?

All she wanted was go back to the start, when flirtatious jabs were thrown around and they danced around each other. To kiss him for the first time again. She wanted to go back and then continue to go back every time they hit this point. To love him in a loop; to not age.

He sighed, scribbling an annotation in the margin. “Do you really want me to answer that, Jules?”

Her lips thinned. “No.”

She taught herself the song she was singing right now that night, after he and the boys went off with Willie to some obscure concert. When she woke up the next day, he apologised for his shitty behaviour. It became harder to let love lead when cracks met them at every corner.)

It's hard to admit that everything just takes me back To when you were there, to when you were there And a part of me keeps holding on just in case it hasn't gone

A choked breath caught the fragile note, barely audible for anyone but her.

‘Cause I still care, do you still care?

(“Jules, you’re going to college in a week. You’re gonna turn eighteen and you’re gonna meet other people and you will not wanna tell them you’re dating a hologram that doesn’t fucking age!”

The raging spiel left him in one breath, face red and tears spilling with each hitting word. His shouts were heavy and tinged with devastation. The studio, once a safe haven, was now a warzone. He’s been sitting on those ugly truths for a while, Julie realised, willing herself to not cry. They had the biggest gig of their lives in a few hours and she couldn’t fuck up her face.

Luke didn’t mean to do it either. Both were hyper-focused the day of a gig. Normally, at least. It was simply a cardboard box too many in her bedroom, another proud comment from Ray, another nostalgic remark from Reggie. The fears stacked up for him as well; she should’ve known he’d explode sooner than later.

Her quivering lip gulped back the nausea edging her throat. She couldn’t breath. “You don’t think I know that? I was just- I just-” A traitorous tear slipped out. “I was hoping we’d have more time. Why did it go so fast?” Why did our expiration date race us to the finish line?

Her boyfriend she loved with all her heart stood right in front of her, yet it felt like they were oceans apart.

Trembling hands slid up her arms to her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug. Tearless sobs wracked her body, jaw slack in agony as his action was enough confirmation. This is the end, it meant. They have reached their last chapter. He made up his mind and she wasn’t allowed to change it.

If she did, they’d burn the band with them too.

“I’m sorry,” he cried, face wet with tears pressed into her neck. “I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Julie gasped for air. “Don’t. Don’t apologise.”

He shook his head, blotched and with a look she never wanted to see again. “If I could change anything, it’s this, Julie. I want to be alive for you so badly - feeling it isn’t enough anymore. You deserve better.”

Furiously blinking, she felt moisture cling to her lashes. “I deserve you,” she warbled. “I love you.”

When he didn’t say it back right away, another tear smeared across her cheek. Her mouth shaped into a please, but he shook his head, shuddering with remorse. “You deserve to be loved out in the open, Julie. Not just in the dark.”

“Please, Luke,” it barely came out, pain squeezing her lungs. “Please. You’re real to me, you’ve always- it was never in the dark.”

He let go of her. The loss of contact made her freeze. His arms hung limp by his sides. Time, for one singular moment, stood still. Her wish came true. Why did it feel like he just disappeared right then and there? Julie bit her lip, waiting for it to happen. It didn’t, but she didn’t dare touching him in case the magic was lost. Luke seemed fearful too, his shivering breaths like knives on her ears. She left before he could say anything else.

Julie wailed and redid her make-up in the backseat of her car until it was time to go.)

The rough vibrato pinched her throat once more, pushing through for the final chorus.

We were sad of getting old, it made us restless Oh, I'm so mad I'm getting old, it makes me reckless

(The year prior, Julie plucked his maroon henley from her bedroom floor as Luke was sound asleep behind her. She shrugged it on and examined herself in the mirror. If she could have it all, she’d wish to never age, to never surpass seventeen and be with Luke forever.

If she could have even more, she’d wish to grow old with him. It was a scary thought to feel so confident about at sixteen, but Julie knew. She just knew. A gut feeling should always be allowed, her mom used to say. This was it.

Julie wished she could do this every day. Stealing his shirt and seeing it fray over time. She wanted stains and holes and fabric thinning from washing it so much. She wanted messy. She wanted real.

Crawling back in his embrace and placing a soft kiss on whatever skin she found that early in the morning, she wished for him to be real until she fell back asleep.)

It was just like a movie It was just like a song When we were young

The last note settled into arena like a heavy blanket, everyone watching with baited breath as the wrecked singer stumbled out of her seat and muttered another thank you. Her shaky smile didn’t waver while the deafening applause washed over her. It was when she reached the wings and noted the horrified looks of Reggie and Alex, that she realised Luke wasn’t with them.

“He just…” Alex’ foot swiped across the floor where Luke once stood, aghast. “He crossed over.”

They were always selfish loving one another. To fall, to love, to be in love. The inevitable never stopped being inevitable, and yet they trucked on. Maybe they had become cocky, thinking their hearts were stronger that they actually were. It was all too apparent now. Her heart wasn’t this spiritual thing. It wasn’t made of fairy dust and magical ghost powers. It was made of flesh and blood and it was bleeding.

Luke’s never would.

The arena lights dimmed.

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𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝.

a tendou satori x reader series.

✟ there’s always been the one rule every person who’s been in a band knows not to break, never mess around with your band mates. but Satori was sick of the groupies, sick of catching the bra’s and panties that were flung at him every night. he just wanted the one thing he couldn’t have.

✟ warnings: swearing, eventual smut, eventual angst(?), drug use, inappropriate themes, comedy.

✟ things to know: band au!, some timeskip careers mentioned, slow updates.

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✟ word count: 1.8k

✟ note: first actual chapter of this series! it’s nothing big but obviously i wanted to get something written for this series! but i hope you enjoy my dears! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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The bright lights and screams from the small crowd in the underground venue was what brings you back down from the high you’re always on whenever you sit on the small bouncing stool behind the drum set on stages every second or third night. You heard Semi thanking everyone for coming and whatever shit he always says. Once you seen him bow and Tendou go to pick up the collection of bra’s and panties thrown on stage, you raised a hand and threw one of the drumsticks into the crowd, your own way of saying goodbye before making your way offstage. Semi and Tendou’s tall frames following behind, the same order as always.

The sweat was pouring out of you, tonight being more of a wilder one than the usual calm sets you’ve been having in bars or party’s recently. they were easy money, but they got boring after just a few hours. so all three of you were in desperate need of a night like tonight.

Turning the corner of the small, dark corridor to your dressing room for tonight you were met with the stench of weed, 3 different girls on the beat up leather couch, a rolled joint in one of the girls hands and white lines on a tray to the others left. Like always, you went straight to the showers to get the scent of sweat and fake smoke of you.

You really don’t know when but the cropped black tank top you had on was ripped down one side but your usual headband you sported every show was missing and it now became you new priority to track it down. “Satori! Where the fuck is my headband?” you stomped back out to see the wanted man desperately trying to pull the tight leather pants down his lanky legs. His head was whipped up to at the sound of your annoyed voice and then quickly darted his eyes over to the blonde that had previously rolled the joints and was now fawning over semi and his revealed tattoos. “oi” was all you muttered out behind her and holding out your empty hand—also noting some of your rings were gone. She turned her head to you with a scowl covering her features, which also revealed your missing accessory that caused your distress. “that’s her bandana and she’s quite obviously looking for it back,” Tendou quipped in making every one bar the girl laugh. After time, she untied it from the back and forcefully placed it back in your hand. Dramatically you held your arm, acting as if she pained you, tendou again laughing with you.

Finally you were able to hop into the shower and quickly get your self freshened and rub the accesses makeup off your eyes that was already smudged from your constant wiping, trying to stop the sweat dripping from your hairline.

“(y/n)!! please help me out of these, semisemi just keeps fucking laughing!” the peace and quiet you had was quickly interrupted by Tendou’s loud whining. “how the fuck am I not supposed to laugh when your walking around with them swinging around your ankles and your dick hanging out?” “what, Its out?!”

The large door separating the bathroom from the connected dressing room swung open and revealed Satori with his leathers pooled at his ankles and— surprising his dick not actually ‘hanging out’. “please help me sugartits, they’re fucking stuck even with my skinny ankles,” he hopped onto the counter and held his legs up for you to guide them off him. “well for starters, take your fucking shoes off!, and also I swear i saw these in the women’s section of some online store?” jokingly you shouted at him and moved to untie the doc martin’s around his feet. “yeah? You probably did, stole them from that chick that wouldn’t stop hanging off me last month,” both of you laughing at his silliness and falling into a comfortable silence.

The only noise was the voices off the others in the separate room and a recognisable Mötley Crüe song shaking the floor from the stage.

“what you think of tonight then?” the silence being broken by Satori like usual. “uhhh, it was definitely something but yeah, it was fun. Its nice to have a night like that every now and then, specially since we’ve just been in bars doing the same covers for the past two weeks. What about you huh?” he hummed, a noise of agreement showing he was listening, a habit you grew to learn. “I guess it was good fun yeah, although I didn’t appreciate nearly getting hit with a dildo within the first two songs. But I agree, it’s nice to do our own shit and not covers in a bar with a bunch of middle age boring shits. I think we’ve another show that’ll probably be like this again on Saturday.”

Saturday, today was Thursday so you’ve a nice day or two to just lie around, the other probably filled with travelling and setting up.

After about 10 minutes you had unlaced both his boots and chucked them onto the floor and not too long later his ‘borrowed’ pants joined them. “thanks chicken, lifesaver as always,” he pulled you into an embrace with one arm before leaving to find his spare clothes in the other room. He did always have the weirdest nicknames.

The night bled into the early hours of the morning, Semi and Tendou both getting their share of the girls there while you kicked your feet up, sparking up a conversation and passing the joints with your friend Taichi who was also your ‘manager’, he wasn’t really he just acted like it when venues would ask important questions and tagged along for the free show and nights at different clubs.

He was also the one who suggested you start moving to the motel down the street for the night before the venue boots you all out. Quickly you agreed, not fancying seeing any more glimpses of your friends and strangers body parts. Obviously the girls whined to the boys, asking if they could come, saying it’s dangerous for girls to walk home alone at night, “sorry ladies, but we’ll be sharing a bed tonight and I don’t fancy getting an unwanted facial on a Thursday night,” you butted into their persuasive conversation by wrapping an arm around the boys from the back of the couch and giving a friendly smile.

By the time you all got your equipment packed away and into the van it was nearing 4:30 in the morning and you, quite literally we’re going to fall into the bed. It wasn’t the nicest of places but you were just spending tonight and the next two there, unless you decided to go out after the shows and find some rando’s condo to spend the night in. All three of you pushed your way into the small room trying to get the edges of the double bed. And it wasn’t easy trying to squeeze through two 6’2 lean men, resulting in you again stuck in the middle of them staring at the blank roof, desperately waiting for the sun to rise so you could find some place to get food and away from the mess of limbs under the covers.

When you did wake up it felt like you’d only slept for two hours, when in reality it had been about 10. The afternoon sun melting through the old curtains and falling into your pillow. As you moved to see what had finally woke you from the deep sleep you saw Semi at the small table, his guitar resting on his knees and his worn, nimble fingers scribbling words on his notebook he kept for when lyrics would come to him.

“mornin’ early bird,” all you could let out was a groan, your mind still coming to its senses. “there’s food n’ shit there Satori went out to get it, we was the first up, surprisingly,” he breathed out the last remark before moving to pick up the red pencil and get back to writing lyrics before they left his head.

The food that Tendou got was still warm so he must’ve of been up long before you anyway. “where is he?” “beats me, probably wandering round like always,” quickly he responded and took the pic from between his teeth and started strumming a tune while humming, what you were guessing, was the lyrics on the page.

Letting your curiosity get the better of you, you pulled your phone from where it was connected to the wall by the charger and found Satori’s contact and pressed the call icon, moving away from the sound of Eita and his guitar you went to go outside and sit on the bench outside your rooms window.

“hello, hello,” his ever cheerful voice filled the speakers of your phone that was wedged between your shoulder and ear. “hey, I was just calling to see where you are that’s all,” you piped up when he went quiet, tutting when you realised you were out of cigarettes. “oh you know, just out sightseeing ‘tis all,” “cool cool, well i’m going to the store now you need anything?” he hummed into the phone, indicating that he was thinking of something he needed. “just cigs I guess and get me that drink I like while there, i’ll pay you later,” bidding him goodbye as the small shop on the corner came into view you slipped your phone into your sweatpants pocket and walked to the back where they kept the energy drinks.

Exiting the shop with everything you needed you walked to make your way back till you saw a familiar head of red locks across the street and quickly, but quietly made your way to his figure.

Sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his middle, feeling his ribs press into your arms, something you’ve noted recently. He sucked air into his lungs and jumped slightly before laughing with you. “here you go your highness,” was how you greeted him and chucked him his requested items. “thanks muffincake, i’ll pay you back later I swear,” you scoffed and shook his offer off, suggesting you stroll around the city until Semi called either of you to ‘get your sorry asses back to the room’.

Your stroll progressed into a very long walk and by the time Satori suggested you head back with an arm around your shoulder it was already dark, the night life staring to come out of hiding. eyeing a club across the street you thought might be a good shout to visit in case you three got bored tonight, making a mental note of its location.

“Didn’t Semisemi say we need to go over the set list again cause, someone, messed up last night,” a sing-song voice dragged you out of your club browsing and brought a scowl to your face. “excuse me, you’re the one who told me we were doing ‘nasty’ after the interlude, prick,” he pulled his chin up and started to ‘think’ about your accusation before loudly dubbing it false; “nope, I don’t recall doing such a thing. I could never, but if it boots your already sky high ego then, of course I did my dearest apologies baby cakes,” “do you ever shut up,” “when i’m face first in pus-” “Don’t even!”

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Encore [01]

Summary: The new Disney+ show ‘Encore’ brings together former castmates of a high school musical, tasking them with re-creating their original performance in a high school reunion like no other. Emotions run high as you face faded friendships, long-forgotten controversies, killer choreography, and an ex-boyfriend you haven’t seen in eighteen years.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader [unnamed OFC, nicknamed ‘Ace’)

Warnings: None

Word count: 8.4k

AN: So, here it is, the re-write of Encore. For those of you who have read it when it was first published, there are some subtle changes in this first part, but the real fun doesn’t start until part 2, which will be online tomorrow. Hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think :)

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Cursing quietly you set out in a jog, one hand holding your purse close to your body while the other is clutching the double espresso that made you late in the first place. You make a mental note to check if they’ve replaced the coffee machine in your hotel room when you get back tonight, because you really don't want to go on another early-morning Starbucks run tomorrow in case they haven’t.

Still, you’re parked relatively closeby and so it’s only a short run to the double doors which you all but burst through, coming to a sudden stop when there are two people in your way who look like they’ve been waiting for you. They introduce themselves as part of the crew and help you with your microphone, telling you to keep it on as much as possible and not to forget to hand it back at the end of every day. You only half listen because all of a sudden the familiarity of the place hits you and you’re surprised to see nothing has changed, not really anyway. It’s almost like time has stood still and the sense of melancholy that washes over you makes you a little weak in the knees.

There’s no time to reminisce any further though, because once your mic is in place they tell you everyone else is already here and waiting for you in the theater room, and so you’re off again, running towards the other end of Lincoln-Sudbury Regional High School for the first time in eighteen years.

You’re a little out of breath when you get there and want to allow yourself a moment to catch it again, maybe calm your nerves a little, but you know they’re waiting for you and so you take one last deep breath and open the door.

There’s a group of nine people on the stage who, like you, are the show’s main cast. They’re all talking to each other amicably and you wonder if they’ve kept in touch all these years. One by one they turn to you as you make your way towards the front and it does absolutely nothing to calm your nerves. Some of them look surprised to see you and you don’t blame them, because once you left Sudbury after graduating high school you had no intention of ever coming back and so you cut ties rather vigorously.

Two of the four cameras that are spread out across the room are now trained on you, but you try your hardest to act natural, because that’s what it said in the production brief they sent you last week, and so instead you try to focus on the people you haven’t seen for so long.

It’s Nicole Matthews who greets you first, running towards you as you walk on stage. She presses a kiss to your cheek before she gives you a hug, a quiet, “So glad you made it, babe,” whispered into your ear. You hang on to her just a little longer because now that you’re finally getting to hug your best friend again for the first time in eighteen years it’s hard to let go.

After Nicole you make your way down the line at a steady pace, greeting everyone with a hug, except for Michael Pratt who insists on doing the secret handshake he taught you during rehearsals all those years ago. You hand your coffee to John Ryan on your right, because unfortunately you’ll need both hands for this. It takes a little practice but then you remember the full routine and you can’t help but laugh when you nail it on your third try, earning you a wink from Johnny when he hands you your coffee back, “Still got it, huh kiddo?”

All too soon there’s only one person left to greet and you know all eyes are on you when you walk towards Chris, the talking from before quieting down to a hushed whisper. It’s fine. You get it. You would want to know what happens next too.

“Hi.”

He seems unsure what to do and after a second or two he pulls you in for a hug that’s a little awkward and might have not been such a good idea after all.

You give him a quick pat on the back before you pull back, and step to the left, trying to hide from view a little. There’s a whole range of emotions you’re going through right now and you’re not sure which one to settle one. If somehow you could walk out of here and just forget this ever happened, you probably would, even though you are sure Nicole would never let you.

It’s then three more people walk in and so everyone’s attention shifts to the newcomers before they have a chance to ask questions you don’t have any answers to.

The two men and one woman introduce themselves as the director, choreographer, and musical director for this project and tell you there’s a lot of work ahead of you, even though from tomorrow there will be some professionals to fill some of the minor roles and help with the choreography. They seem so unfazed about having a celebrity there that you can’t help but wonder if they got instructions from production or if they’re just used to working with well-known actors. You suppose, and hope, it’s the latter.

“So, Grease,” the director, Coy, comments with a smile when he hands the scripts to Nicole to pass down the line, “that was already a classic by the time you performed it.” He asks everyone to tell him who had which role in the original production, taking notes and nodding fervently when he hears who played who.

Coy looks up and smiles, “So, we have a lot to do, of course, if we’re gonna do a show in five days, but Grease doesn’t work unless you have fun. Unless you’re having fun, the show falls flat.” He looks to Adam, the musical director, “So today we’re gonna have a little bit of a singing session. That’ll let us know where you are, vocally.”

Adam has the group form a semi-circle and hands each of you a piece of paper with the lyrics of ‘I Want it that Way’ by the Backstreet Boys on them, because, as he reasons, it was one of the biggest hits the year you performed Grease and you all need to go back to that place in time.

Nicole starts, a little hesitant at first, but then she decides to go for it and it’s amazing and, like nineteen years ago, you are absolutely in awe of her voice. As more and more people sing their rendition of the song, you are actually surprised at the level of singers in the group and how serious everyone takes this. That is until Johnny and Michael decide to remake the song into a duet once it’s Johnny’s turn and their very serious facial expressions and interpretive dancing have you crying from laughter in no time.

Chris is up next and finally you get to take a good look at him. He’s wearing a dark blue sweater that stretches across the muscles in his arms and chest, paired with black jeans, and sneakers, and it suits him. His voice is soft but clear and you can’t help but wonder why he never did more musical theater. You’ve followed his career, of course you have, and you’re proud to see what he’s accomplished, because you know how hard he’s worked to get there.

It’s your turn then and instead of butterflies it feels like there’s a herd of elephants stomping around in your stomach. You step up anyway, because, with the exception of the three professionals, they’ve all heard you sing before. You haven’t sung in a long time, but you still know how to carry a tune, although you never really take any risks, and so if anything your rendition errs a little on the boring side. Still, you make it through the song without any real struggles and at the end Adam praises the group, saying he’s impressed at everyone’s vocal capabilities.

Coy looks up from his seat then, where he’s been taking more notes ever since Nicole started singing, and informs you that they have decided to honor the original casting.

And so here you are, once again playing the Rizzo to Chris’ Kenickie.

The rest of the day passes by in a blur of read-throughs, choreography, and more singing, and even though you know you’ll be dead-tired once you get back to your hotel tonight, you also can’t help but feel excited. You never pursued a career in acting or performing and so Grease was both your first and last venture out into the theater world, but God, did you like it.

You’re a little lost in thoughts, watching a scene you’re not in from the side of the stage, thinking back on your days as a theater kid, when Chris comes up beside you, “How you holding up?”

You know what he wants you to say, because this has been your spiel whenever you found each other in the wings, but you just can’t get the words out, there’s eighteen years worth of pain and heartache that needs to be dealt with first. Instead, you keep looking straight ahead at the scene in front of you, shaking your head ever so slightly to let him know, what, you’re not exactly sure.

He takes a step back and doesn’t say anything else until it’s his turn to enter the stage.

There’s no time to unravel what the hell just happened because Nicole comes off stage and joins you then, gently bumping her hips against yours, “You ok, babe? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“The ghost of my fifteen-year old self,” you mutter quietly. A little louder then, hoping she’ll let it go, “Don’t worry about it, Nic.”

“Well, at least no one’s gonna complain about the age difference between you two now,” she says with a grin, nodding towards the stage where Chris is going through his scene. She shakes her head, “God, I still can’t believe it was such an issue back then, only because he was, what? A year older?”

“Almost two,” you offer. You remember Mrs Linton pulling you aside to inform you there had been complaints about you being cast as Rizzo. She told you there were some people who were worried the age difference between you and Chris could be perceived as inappropriate, especially because you shared one very steamy makeout scene right before intermission, that went on for at least a few minutes. You were just a junior and so shocked to learn people had a problem with you that you offered to step down, but it turned out Mrs Linton was on your side, and she told you she’d kick your butt all the way back to second grade if you even so much as thought about letting them win.

You never found out who she meant by ‘them’ but you always thought Jessica Mullen, the girl playing Sandy, and Fiona Warren were behind all this. Jessica and Fiona were best friends, two of the most popular senior girls, and it was no secret Fiona had a huge crush on Chris back then. She also auditioned for the part of Rizzo, but Mrs Linton favored your approach to the character and so Fiona ended up being offered a role in the ensemble, which she declined with a temper-tantrum unprecedented by anything any two-year old has ever thrown.

Ultimately, as a compromise, Mrs Linton made you and Chris skip the makeout scene during rehearsals, which seemed to stop the protests somewhat. You've often wondered if she would have done things differently had she known Chris and you were already dating for two months by the time rehearsals started and so steamy make out sessions were part of your daily routine anyway. Then again, you always had the feeling she very much knew about your relationship and was just playing her part.

Nicole nudges you then, pulling you out of your memories, “It’s your cue, go!”

The producers thought it would be nice to have all of you go out to dinner after the first day back together, and so you find yourself at the Oak Barrel Tavern, sharing a table with Nicole, Johnny, Michael, Eric, and Chris, enjoying what everyone still considers to be the best burger in Sudbury. Funny how some things never change, you think, as you take a bite of your fries.

Except for you and Michael, the rest of the table all graduated in the same year and are already two beers deep into a play-by-play of the many senior stunts they pulled. You watch Chris as he animatedly tells the story of how he, Johnny, and Eric toilet papered the principal’s house the night before graduation. Two cameras circle your table and you are certain some part of this story will make it to air, because it’s too good not to. Johnny tries to chime in, but instead keeps letting out these roaring laughs whenever he remembers another detail of that night and you can’t help but smile at the familiarity of it all.

It’s strange, you think, how something as insignificant as performing a musical together made you form a bond with these people which even after nineteen years is still there. Sometimes you wonder if leaving Sudbury all those years ago really brought you the peace of mind you were looking for. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so restless now if you had just accepted that this would always be your hometown and this group of people would always be here. You realize then that there’s hardly been any catching up going on tonight and so you figure they must have all kept in touch in some way or another.

You and Eric get to talking then, during a lull in the conversation, and he easily admits that hadn’t it been for Chris he would have liked to asked you to go to Senior Prom with him, revealing that back then he had a major crush on you. Your cheeks heat up at his confession and you can’t help but glance at Chris, who quickly adverts his eyes when you do. Turning back to Eric you try to make a joke about how he should have, because at least then you would have had a date, but the moment the words leave your mouth the awkward silence that follows makes you wish you hadn’t said anything.

Chris throws you an angry look and Nicole just stares at you in disbelief, before coming to your rescue and telling everyone that it’s getting late and maybe it’s time to go home.

You throw her what you hope is a grateful smile and get up, following the rest of the group outside, where the same crew that fitted you with your mic this morning is waiting for you and so you hand everything back to them like they asked you to

With a wave and a, “Goodnight everyone,” you head towards your car, not completely surprised when Nicole catches up with you.

“What the hell was that?”

“I-” you shake your head, “I don’t know. It came out before I knew it.”

“Well,” she says as she puts her hand on your shoulder and kisses your cheek, “we’ll discuss it over dinner tomorrow night.”

“Can’t wait,” you answer, a hint of sarcasm in your voice even though you are in fact looking forward to it. “See you tomorrow, Nic.”

“Bye, babe,” she says as she opens her car door and lowers herself into her seat. You wait until she’s backed up out of her parking spot before you give her a little wave and continue on towards your car while you rummage through your purse to try and find the keys to your rental. You push the button needed to unlock the car and are about to open the door when you hear someone come up behind you. Of course. You let out a sigh, “I know what you’re gonna say-”

“You don’t,” he says, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans and his foot kicking at the loose gravel near your tire. He looks up at you, his voice much softer when he says, “I can’t believe it’s been eighteen years, Ace.”

Hearing him use his old nickname for you sends a shiver down your spine and you hate how it brings back an onslaught of memories. You don’t say anything, just look at him, wondering where he’ll go with this.

“Eighteen years is a long time.” He looks up at you, a sadness to his eyes that would make you a little weak in the knees had it not been for his next words, “Do you think that maybe it’s time to leave the past behind us? Maybe we could just start over?”

“We could just- Sorry, what?” You open your mouth to say more but find yourself at a momentary loss for words after what he’s suggested and so you stand there gaping like a stupid fish, which makes you even more angry. You shake your head and get in your car, “Goodnight, Chris.”

The drive to your hotel only takes a couple of minutes, which means you’re still pretty upset when you get to your room. Your purse ends up being flung into a corner somewhere before you make your way to the minibar and grab all four of the miniature bottles of whiskey that are in there, taking them out onto the balcony with you. Downing the first makes your throat burn in not an entirely unpleasant way, although it does nothing to relieve you of your anger.

Putting your feet up on the railing you lean back in your chair, head resting against the wall, and uncap the second tiny bottle. To hell with your good intentions of going to bed early, you think, knowing you won’t be able to sleep now anyway.

Today’s run to the theater room is almost a carbon copy of yesterday’s, down to the Starbucks cup in your hand because they didn’t replace the coffee maker in your room like they said they would and of course you forgot to check. The only difference is that you have a pounding headache and might just be a tad hungover. Oh well, there’s a first time for everything, you think as you make your way down to the stage once they've put your mic on.

Nicole eyes you suspiciously but doesn’t say anything, although you do see her glance in Chris’ direction not much later, the rest of the group just nodding and some of them mumbling a “Good morning,” to you. Chris keeps his distance, probably thinks you’re still mad at him, which, you know, you are. Sort of, anyway. It sounded so casual when he suggested leaving the past behind you, like none of what happened matters anymore. Then again, maybe it doesn’t. It’s all just very confusing and you guess that’s what annoys you most of all.

Adam steps onto the stage then and tells you his plans for today, wanting to go through the songs in order, with choreography, for now not bothering with the scenes in between. It’s the only thing you’ll do today, except for some wardrobe fittings after lunch, and so he warns you it’s going to be grueling and that you won’t get to stop until everyone’s at least ninety percent there. A few more people come on stage and are introduced as the extras, professional actors who will make up the ensemble and help with the choreography where needed.

Your headache-induced bad mood helps you pull off ‘Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee’ with an attitude your sixteen-year old self wishes she had and even ‘There Are Worse Things I Could Do’ goes as well as it could. But then ‘We Go Together’ has you paired up with Chris for the first time and it’s awkward, and stiff, and when Coy reminds you that Rizzo is no longer mad at Kenickie at this point, you just nod and try to put in some extra effort to make it seem like there’s nothing going on between you and Chris, wanting to get it over with.

Coy doesn’t comment on it any further, but pulls you and Chris aside at the end of the day, when the rest of the group is dismissed after what Kelly, the choreographer, deems "A great day of work."

Both you and Chris are sitting on the edge of the stage, Coy standing in front of you, looking from one to the other and back, almost as if he’s studying you. He waves his hand around then, “What am I missing here?”

You shrug and out of the corner of your eye you see Chris do the same. You can’t help but smile when you realize it’s still very much you two against the rest of the world, even now, even when you’re sort of fighting.

“Fine,” Coy says with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, “you don’t have to tell me. I’m just sensing some history here that I hope won’t get in the way of your performance.” He looks up at you, “Don’t let this become about you two, ok? There are eight other people who deserve this to be a good show. So whatever it is, work it out.” And then, before you have a chance to respond, he walks away, muttering something that sounds like, “High school drama, man.”

Next to you, Chris sighs and looks at you, “Maybe he has a point.”

“Hmm,” you shrug in a very non-committed kind of way. Your headache has reappeared, and you’re tired, and honestly, you just want to get back to your hotel room and take a quick nap.

Chris seems unfazed by your attitude, like he always was, “We really should talk about it.” He jumps down from the stage, “Why don’t you come over? We could get some takeout and, I don’t know,-’

“Chris,” you scoff.

“You rather do this here?” He raises his eyebrows and nods towards the camera on your left, which, no doubt, is still rolling.

“I’d rather not do this at all right now,” you mutter quietly, although you know it’s not fair. A little louder then, “I’m having dinner with Nicole tonight, so-"

He just nods, “Fine,” even though his jaw sets in a way that tells you it’s anything but.

“Come in, come in!” Nicole steps aside to let you pass and tells you to walk straight ahead to the kitchen, where you are greeted by the rest of her family. Her husband introduces himself as Keith and tells you it’s great to finally meet you, before he points at the two little boys sitting at the table, “That’s Leo, and the other hooligan’s Robby.”

“I’m five!” Leo exclaims proudly, holding up four fingers.

You chuckle, “That’s awesome!”

“The boys wanted you to sit in between them,” Nicole says from somewhere behind you, “hope you don’t mind?”

“Are you kidding me?” You wink at Robby, who looks at you expectantly, “Best seat in the house.”

Dinner is spent catching up with Nicole, or trying to anyway, because Leo and Robby keep interrupting, wanting to tell you about anything and everything they deem important enough to share. Which, as it turns out, is a lot. After dessert, Nicole asks Keith to take the kids into the living room, because, as she puts it, “Mama needs some peace and quiet,” and so you find yourself, glass of wine in hand, on the back porch not much later.

“You have a gorgeous family, Nic,” you tell her before you take a sip of your wine. “It’s really nice to finally get to meet them.”

“Thank you.” A mischievous smile then, “So. You wanna tell me what’s going on between you and Evans?”

Never one to beat around the bush, you think and laugh, “Nothing’s going on, Nic.”

“Uhu,” is all she says in reply, folding her arms in front of her chest as she keeps looking at you, one eyebrow raised for good measure.

You just shake your head but her looking at you like that makes you a little nervous and so, against better judgement you offer, “It’s complicated.”

“Uhu,”

“It is,” you reply, your voice suddenly an octave higher. You hesitate for a moment, but then you figure she knows most of it already anyway, and so you turn in your seat so you can face her, “You know I haven’t spoken to him since we broke up, Nic, and I don’t know it’s- It’s weird.”

She nods, encouraging you to go on.

You sigh and rub your temple, “Eighteen years is a long time, Nic.”

“It is,” she agrees, “but maybe it’s time to bury the hatchet and at least try to be friends?” Her eyes grow kinder then, “You were always so good together.”

“I don’t know, I mean- And I know I keep saying this,” you hold up your hand when she starts to protest, “but it’s been such a long time. So much has happened. And none of it we went through together, you know? Does that even make sense?” You shrug and shake your head, “I guess our history together is both a blessing and a curse at this point.”

“You need to get out of your head, kid,” she offers with a stern look. “You’re setting this up for failure before it has even started.”

“This?”

“Oh come on,” she shakes her head, “don’t tell me it never crossed your mind.” She sits up, “I’m going to ask you something and you need to swear on Bubbles’ life that you won’t give me some bullshit answer.”

“Nicole,” you gasp, hand to your heart in pretend shock, but laughing at the same time. “You want me to swear on Mrs Linton’s dead goldfish? That’s fu-” but then you hear the french doors open and see two little boys running towards and so you have to adjust quickly and throw her a look for good measure, “-funny. Super funny. Funny haha. You’re funny.”

Nicole lets out a laugh and throws you a wink before she holds out her arms and smothers her two boys in kisses once they jump onto her lap, “Goodnight my little rebels, I love you.”

A chorus of “I love you, mama,” makes you smile and you watch the boys run back inside where they give you a quick wave from behind the door before they disappear upstairs.

“So?” Nicole asks, as if nothing ever happened.

You glare at her, knowing she’ll never let it go, “Fine.”

“Would you have come back to Sudbury to do this show if it weren’t for Chris?”

You let your bottom lip roll between your teeth while you contemplate your reply, but of course you know the answer already. It wasn’t just for shits and giggles that you searched all the gossip sites for any information on his relationship status when you first agreed to do this. And so you shake your head, “No.”

“You know I told Keith I wasn’t sure you’d even come back, right?” Nicole shakes her head, “After all you’ve been through after you and Chris- You know-”

“Yeah,”

“I still have all your letters,” she confesses with a smile. “Every single one of them.”

“Nic-”

“It was my way of keeping you close,” she says and shrugs. She tries to act as if it’s no big deal, but her voice catches on the last word and when she tries to smile it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She clears her throat, “I’m just glad to have you back.”

They’ve replaced the coffee machine in your room while you were out yesterday and so there’s no running towards the theater room once you make it to Lincoln-Sudbury this morning. You walk through the hallways at a leisurely pace, enjoying how much everything still looks the same, down to the blue color of the lockers lining the wall.

You’re actually a little early and so you’re one of the first to arrive, only finding Johnny and Michael on stage. Michael insists you give the secret handshake another go and you can’t help but laugh when you nail it on the first try this time.

Johnny gently pats your back, “It’s really good to have you back, kid.” He runs a hand through his hair, letting it rest at the base of his neck and looking a little flustered, “We always wondered what happened to you, you know, after you and Chris broke up and you left Sudbury-”

“Thanks, Johnny,” you reply with a smile, “that means a lot.”

“But you’ve been good?” Michael asks.

You nod, “I am now. It’s good to be back.”

The door opens then and you see Chris and Jessica walk in together, Jessica telling him something that makes him laugh and all of a sudden you feel a pang of jealousy that you’re not necessarily proud of. You try to get back into the conversation with Michael and Johnny, but they’re talking about last night’s football game and so you just stand there, trying your hardest not to stare as Chris and Jessica step onto the stage. Before it can get awkward though, the rest of the group walks in and so all of a sudden there are nine people surrounding you and your attention is diverted elsewhere.

Nicole waves at you from the other side of the stage and you smile back at her, mouthing a, “Morning,” at her.

Coy, Adam, and Kelly walk in next, followed by the ensemble, and not much later you find yourself reciting your lines over and over again because Coy wants to do a complete runthrough of the show this afternoon to prepare for the two dress rehearsals planned for tomorrow.

You find Chris on the side of the stage in between scenes and stand beside him, not saying anything because you’re so nervous you don’t even trust your own voice right now. But, you promised Nicole you’d do this, promised her you would try to make things right, and so here you are, reaching for his hand, your finger’s brushing against his skin before you gently tap the inside of his wrist four times. Tap-tap-tap-tap.

Meet me after practice

It’s been nineteen years since either of you last used this shorthand, but he must remember what it means because he nods in reply.

You wait for him in what used to be your usual spot, all the way in the back of the parking lot where there’s a bench tucked away in the tree line. It’s been a while since you were dismissed by Coy and you worry he might not show up making your stomach turn.

Letting your eyes fall to the ground you distract yourself by trying to get your breathing under control, hoping it will help you calm your nerves. When you look up again you can’t help but smile, because there he is, walking towards you and looking just as nervous as you feel, “Hi,”

“Hey,”

“Listen, Chris-” you start, just as he says something that you don’t quite catch. He nods for you to go first and so you clear your throat and start again, “You were right. We should talk-”

“Come again?” He grins, “Did you just tell me I’m right, Ace?”

You stare at him, shaking your head, but there’s a smile playing on your lips because this is the best response you could have gotten and so you shrug, “I guess I did.”

“I guess you did,” he echoes. A little more serious then, “What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know,” you reply, because honestly you didn’t think this far ahead, “maybe grab a bite to eat somewhere?”

He smiles apologetically, “I have somewhere I need to be tonight, but why don’t we do this tomorrow? That way we can both think things over a little and-”

“I’d like that,” you admit easily.

“You want to come over to my place or should I book a table somewhere?”

Biting your lip you weigh the pros and cons, quickly realizing you much rather have this conversation in the privacy of his home than somewhere in a restaurant and so you nod, “I’ll come over.” You give him your phone number and watch as he saves it in his phone, smiling when he puts you in as ‘Ace’.

He pockets his phone when he’s done, “So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah,” you nod. It’s a little awkward then and so you turn around, a quick wave over your shoulder to tell him goodbye.

You hear your name being called from somewhere behind you when you walk from your car to the entrance of the school and can’t help but smile when you see Nicole hurry to catch up with you. You kiss her cheek once she joins you, “Morning.”

“Hi, gorgeous,” she beams back, “you excited about today or what?”

“Dress rehearsal?” You shrug, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Uhu,”

You raise your eyebrows and look at her as you push the double door leading into the building open, unsure if she’s saying what you think she’s saying. You shake your head when she starts laughing, “How do you even know?”

“I didn’t,” she holds up her hands to let you know she’s telling the truth, “but I saw you in the parking lot together after practice yesterday and I just figured, you know, maybe you kept your word about wanting to work things out with him. And then you totally gave it away just now, so-”

“I hate you,” you mutter quietly as you pick up your pace.

“You love me,” she counters, easily catching up with you. “And you’re going to tell me exactly what you’ve got planned for tonight.”

Like he promised, Coy wants you to run through the entire show at least twice today, choreography, outfits changes and all, and so you take your place, not particularly looking forward to all the dancing. The first half of the show goes as well as it could, although Johnny keeps forgetting his lines, and Jessica takes too long whenever she has to do an outfit change, and ok, fine, you mess up the choreography more than you care to admit too.

When you finally get to the part right before intermission, where you and Chris have to make out for at least two minutes, Nicole is quick to inform Coy that you never rehearsed that scene when you first performed the show, and wouldn’t it be great if you didn’t do it this time around either? Coy seems interested as to why and so Nicole gives him an abridged version, and to your surprise he quickly agrees to skip the scene until the show tomorrow, because, as he reasons, it will add some drama.

A quick glance at Chris earns you a wink from him and you know he’s probably just as relieved as you are.

You find Nicole in the dressing room not much later, where she’s getting fitted for her Frenchy wig and when you walk up to her all you say is, “Thank you.”

She nods in response, “Of course.”

At the end of the day you’ve run through the show almost three times and Coy seems somewhat confident that you’ll manage to pull it off tomorrow. He has some kind words for everyone and tells you all to get a good night’s sleep and to meet back again here tomorrow afternoon at five, for a last dinner together.

Chris texts you his address after practice and tells you he’ll have dinner ready around seven, with a smiley face at the end that lets you know he’s just as nervous about this as you are. It’s funny how easily you can still read him after all these years, you think, as you connect your phone to its charger before you hop in the shower.

Your outfit of choice is simple and not too dressed up, but still nice enough for whatever this is. Definitely not a date, you think, but then again, maybe it is. You grab your phone and purse before you head out, nerves suddenly taking over and for a moment you wonder if you should just cancel. You’re going back to Philadelphia on Sunday anyway, so maybe it’s better to just leave things the way they are, you reason. You give yourself a very stern talking to then, because you can’t keep running away from this. You’ve been doing that for the past eighteen years and look where that’s gotten you. No, time to get some closure, you decide as you close your hotel room door behind you and head downstairs to your car.

You pull up to a heavy iron gate about fifteen minutes later, only the roof of his house visible from the road. Pushing the call button you tap your steering wheel to the beat of the song that’s playing on the radio until he answers with a kind, “Hi.”

“Hey,” you reply with a smile and watch as the gate opens in front of you. After about half a mile the house comes into full view and you let out a quiet, “Wow,” because it really is a beautiful farmhouse. You park your car next to his not much later and just as you step outside his front door opens and a dog comes running towards you.

“Dodger, sit,” Chris says from where he’s standing on the front porch and the dog does as it's told.

“Hi cutie,” you say as you walk up to the dog and scratch behind its ears, “hi.” It gives you a moment to take a deep breath, because you’re so nervous it feels like there are hundreds of butterflies fluttering around in your stomach right now.

Dodger runs back to Chris then and so you follow him, meeting Chris on the steps, where he holds out his arm and pulls you in for a side hug, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Chris,” you protest quietly, although you don’t really want him to let go either.

“I know,” he whispers, “I know. I’m just glad you’re here.” He lets go then and motions for you to follow him inside. He leads you through the house to the kitchen, where the opened French doors reveal a large deck where a table has been set for two.

“Come on,” he says and walks outside where he pulls out a chair for you, “sit down. I’ll be right back.”

You watch him walk back into the kitchen, curious to find out what he’s up to but then Dodger sits down next to you and gently puts his paw on your knee to let you know he’d like some more scratches, thank you very much and so you don’t really see Chris come back with two glasses of champagne until he puts one down in front of you.

He sits down on the opposite side of the table before he raises his glass and smiles, “It’s good to have you back.”

“Yeah,” you reply, before you clink your glass against his and take a sip.

Dinner’s a little awkward, both of you not quite ready to stray away from the small talk and so you mostly just tell him what you’ve been up to these past eighteen years, albeit it a slightly abridged version. No need to tell him about how you’ve never really seemed to have been able to find your place in the world and still feel like an outsider everywhere you go just yet.

He tells you about his career, how much everything has changed once he agreed to play Captain America, and how he secretly would like to do more behind the camera from now on. Maybe step away from the spotlight a little because he still gets these bouts of anxiety and your heart goes out to him because you remember how much he struggled in high school.

To lighten the mood you tease him about doing this show because it seems so small in comparison to what he’s been doing, but he assures you he never even had to think about it when they asked him to take part.

“I’m guessing you were a little more hesitant?”

You nod, “I was.”

He doesn’t push it any further and you’re grateful for that.

You offer to help him clear the plates after he suggests to maybe move things inside because it’s getting colder. It takes two trips to the kitchen to clear the table and once again you compliment him on the amazing pasta dish he tells you he made from scratch. You believe him, only because you know his mother taught him well and you fondly remember her cooking.

He tells you to make yourself at home while he clears away the last things and so you find yourself in his living room, smiling when you see the wall filled with family pictures. Most of them are recent, but there’s one of him and his brother Scott that you know for a fact was taken at his parents’ house right before Chris’ Senior prom. You know this because you were the one that took it. And because you were his date.

“That was a good night,”

You look over your shoulder to see him walk towards you, holding a glass of whiskey in each hand, and can’t help but smile, “It was.”

He hands you one of the glasses and touches it with his then, “To all the good memories.”

“Chris-”

“I know,” he says, “but it wasn’t all bad, Ace.”

“No, it wasn’t,” you agree easily. “It was good, Chris, right up until the very end.”

“Yeah, about that-” He clears his throat before he speaks again, “I just want you to know that I’m sorry. For everything.”

You want to tell him that it’s ok, that it was no big deal, that maybe you overreacted at the time, but you guess you both know that’s not true and so you just say, “Thank you.”

He nods.

You take a sip of your drink then, relishing in the way it burns your throat, as a welcome distraction to the tears that have started to form in your eyes. You let your gaze drift back to the same picture when you say, “I wish you would have just told me.”

He lowers his head, “I know.”

“That’s what hurt me the most,” you swallow back a fresh set of tears. “Because it wasn’t so much that you couldn’t make it to my Senior prom, I mean, I understood working on your first movie was more important at the time but- To find out you were at some random B-list celebrity’s party- And not because you told me, but because someone shoved a magazine with your picture in it under my nose-” you shake your head trying to rid yourself of the memories, but failing -”draped over some girl.” You lift your glass and put it to your lips, fully intending to finish whatever’s left in one go.

He starts to say something but you hold up one finger to let him know you’re not done yet. A tear rolls down your cheek and you’re not sure if it’s because of the whiskey or because of everything else, but it doesn’t really matter anyway. There’s something you have to admit, “Maybe I should have reacted differently, or at least given you a chance to explain, but I-” a sob escapes you then, “I was so angry. So hurt. For me breaking up right then and there was the only thing that made sense.” Another tear spills over but you don’t even try to wipe it away, knowing more will follow soon. Instead you let out a humourless laugh, “But then suddenly every single thing in Sudbury reminded me of you and every memory was like a knife to the heart, and so I had to- I just had to leave.”

He nods and from the corner of your eye you see him run a hand through his hair.

“Turns out it hurt all the same no matter where I was,” you continue softly, “but it took me years to figure that out.” You clear your throat, trying to find the right words. Yes, it still hurts, but maybe it’s time to let the past be the past. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry too, Chris. I should have-”

“Don’t,” he says, his voice kind. “There are a lot of things we both could have done differently, but we were still so young and, I don’t know, I think we both did what we thought was best. We can’t change what happened,” he turns towards you, “and I don’t want to make excuses for what I did, because,” he clears his throat, “it would be far too little, far too late.” He lowers his eyes, “All I know is that it’s been eighteen years and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you.”

“Chris-”

He looks back up at you and smiles, “It’s my turn now, Ace.” A hand on your arm then, his touch soft and a gentle squeeze to let you know what he’s going to say next is important, “I know there’s still a lot left unsaid, but we’ll get there, eventually. And this might sound crazy, and I’m not saying we should forget what happened but, I don’t know, maybe we could try to start over and just see where it leads us. What do we have to lose?”

You let the weight of his words sink in, wondering if you are able to just forgive and forget this easily. It’s then you remember admitting to Nicole that you wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Chris and the possibility to get some closure and so you agree with a quiet, “I’d like that.”

He seems a little unsure of himself then, so you put down your glass and take his hands in yours, draping them over your shoulders before you wrap your arms around his waist. He holds you tight, presses a soft kiss to your temple that feels maybe like the most intimate thing he’s ever done, and quietly whispers, “I’ve missed you, Ace.”

He offers you his guest bedroom after another round of whiskey and some smalltalk, because somehow you’re both still hesitant to open up completely. It’s ok, you tell yourself, you’ll get there eventually and there’s no need to rush. You find yourself in the ensuite bathroom not much later, putting on one of his Patriots shirts to act as your pyjamas for the night. It’s all a bit surreal and you’re grateful you’re on the opposite side of the house, because it would be too weird otherwise, even though you know that doesn’t really make sense either.

Sleep comes surprisingly easy once you’re under the covers and so the next thing you know there’s a knock on your door and for a moment you’re confused because this isn’t your hotel room. You hear his familiar chuckle on the other side then before he lets you know breakfast is ready if you’re up for it and it’s then you remember where you are.

You take a quick shower before you make your way to the kitchen where you find him leaning against the counter top, enjoying a cup of coffee, Dodger at his feet. He pushes a full cup towards you and smiles at you from over his, “Morning.”

“Morning,”

“Sleep well?”

“I did, yeah,” you admit, even though it still surprises you. You pick up the steaming hot cup and wrap your hands around it, the smell of freshly brewed coffee waking you up even more.

He motions to the kitchen island where there’s a plate of pastries, “I got you some Danish,” he almost looks embarrassed then, running a hand through his hair, “you used to like those, right?”

“I did.” You’re quick to correct yourself, “I do. Thank you.”

“You got any plans for today?”

You shrug, “Not really, maybe drive around a bit to do some sightseeing, you know, see how much has changed over the years.” You grab a pastry then and immediately Dodger’s attention shifts from Chris to you.

“No,” Chris warns him and Dodger’s quick to lie down again. “Good boy.” He looks back at you, “Until when are you here?”

You’ve just taken a bite and so it takes a while before you answer, “I’m flying back on Sunday.”

“To?”

“To Philadelphia.”

He nods appreciatively, “That’s not too far.”

You spend a few hours driving around the area, thankful that he didn’t ask if he could come. You guess you both needed some time alone.

The trip down memory lane is nice, but after a few stops you don’t really know where else to go and so you drive back to your hotel, where you have a few hours left until you need to get ready. You kick off your shoes once you’re inside your room and sit down on the tiny balcony before you fish your phone out of your back pocket and call Nicole, who picks up on the first ring.

“Tell me everything!”

“Hi Nicole, how are you,” you mock, but can’t help but laugh. “Lovely weather today, isn’t it? Are you excited for tonight?”

“I hate you,”

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t,” she agrees, “but you better start talking, babe, or else.”

And so you do. You tell her about dinner, about the talk you and Chris had after, about how you spent the night, laughing when you hear her curse quietly after you’ve told her nothing happened, and how you and Chris agreed to start over.

“Oh honey,” is all she says, but you know exactly what she means.

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