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poguesholland · 3 years

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Hey could you write something for Harrison where you really like him but the last person you were with rejected you so your scared to tell him

“Fucking tell him already, Y/N” Tom groaned, cutting you off. He was sick of hearing you talk about Harrison over and over with no intention of acting on your feelings. This had been going on for a year now and all your friends were so done with this.

You let out a laugh, thinking Tom was being sarcastic. “Sure, Of course Tom, great idea” You spoke sarcastically only to look at Tom and realize that he wasn’t joking. Not the slightest bit. “Are you joking? There’s no way I could ever tell him. Not after what happened with Alex” You shook your head, the idea of Harrison ever finding out how you feel almost bringing you nightmares.

Alex was a guy you had liked last year. You two were the closest anyone could be and naturally, you developed feelings for him. Everyone thought that the feeling was mutual. But when you told Alex how you felt, he shot you down in the worst way possible. He broke you.

“You what?” Alex spits, as you began to feel like he wasn’t too happy about what you were saying. “I, I like you” You repeat, with less confidence this time. Alex shakes his head, raising his eyebrows with a look of frustration displayed on his face. “I can’t fucking believe this” He mumbles under his breath, hands going through his hair. You stand there, not really believing the way he was reacting right now.

“Alex-” You start but he cuts you off, “Just shut up!” He yells at you making you flinch. Alex grabs his stuff and quickly walks towards the door, his shoulder bumping into yours. “Why would you ruin this?” He asks, angry with you for ‘ruining’ your friendship. “You made me think you feel the same way! Don’t act like I’m some crazy bitch who likes you!” You retort. “How could I ever feel the same way about you?” Alex spits, and your heart dropped to the floor and he slammed the door.

“We both know Harrison would never do what Alex did, Y/N, if you don’t tell him I will”. You raise your eyebrows at Tom, believing that there was no way on Earth that what he was saying could be true. “The boys and I are sick and tired of hearing you bitch about how you much you like him, so if you don’t tell Harrison by the end of the week, I will.” Tom deadpanned and you turned as pale as a ghost.

Tom gets up from the table, making you scramble to get up and follow him. “Tom! Tom, you’re- No, you’re joking. Right? Tom, no!” You pleaded and he turned around to face you. A smirk plastered on his face as he saw the fear in your eyes. “Bye, Y/N” Tom leaned on to leave a kiss on your cheek as you froze in place, crossing your hands over each other. You raised the finger at him, only making him laugh.

How could you possibly tell Harrison how you felt? What would you even say? How could you deal with him not feeling the same way? What if it ruined your friendship? What if he laughed at you? But a little part of your brain thought the opposite, what if he felt the same way?

Three days go by and you were yet to say anything to Harrison. Tom and the boys were keeping a close eye on you, giving you a warning look when you two were alone and you left to avoid saying anything. They had been trying their best to make sure that you two were always left alone for as long as possible, in an attempt to give you as many opportunities as they could. But, alas, nothing worked.

“Tom, do you wanna help me get something from the kitchen?” Harry rushed as he quickly got up from the couch. Tom immediately followed, “Yeah! I need-Um, some ice, yeah ice”. Harrison looked at them skeptically and you gave them a death glare. Now it was just you and Harrison on the couch.

Harrison laughed lightly, “What’s up with those two divs?”. You forced a laugh, covering up the anxiousness you were feeling at that moment. “No idea” You raised your eyebrows, but Harrison could tell that you were acting weird. Your hands rub your arms, trying to rid yourself of the nervous goosebumps beginning to appear on your body from the tension between you two.

“Y/N, is everything-” He starts but you shoot up off of the couch. “I need some ice!” You stutter out, rushing to the kitchen only to be met with a glaring Tom and Harry. You walk past them like nothing was wrong but Harry gives you a smack on the head. “Ow! What the fuck, Harry!” You yelp in pain, clutching your head to try to relive it. “Tell him” They both whisper-yell at you before leaving, making you huff.

Every time you almost said something, you could genuinely feel your throat dry up and words would not come out of your mouth. But as those three days went by, you found yourself trying harder and harder to just spit it out.

Harrison didn’t know why you were being so distant lately. You two were always together, always sitting beside each other, always taking naps together, always going everywhere together, but that was not the case anymore.

You rested your head against the couch, sprawling your legs out in front of you. Harrison and you continue watching the movie intently, the popcorn he had made already finished while the movie had another hour to go.

Harrison shifts to find a comfortable position and is unsuccessful, so he turns to lay his head on your lap and put his legs up on the couch. This was how you always watched movies but as soon as Harrison did so, you shot up from your position feeling panicked.

Harrison’s head hits the couch making him groan, reaching a hand up to rub his head. He looks up to say something to you, but you were already long gone and out of sight. Hurt fills Harrison’s chest as he was now sure that something was up with you.

You unlock your door, walking into your shared apartment. Immediately, you take notice that your roommates were nowhere to be seen as you close the door. However, you were proven wrong when you walk into the kitchen to see Harrison, making you jump up. “Shit, Haz! You scared me!” You exclaim, putting a hand over your heart as you laugh. His heart hurt once he heard his nickname leave your mouth, it’s been days since you said his name. It was his favorite sound coming from you.

The laugh on your face quickly falters as Harrison doesn’t respond, not even making the effort to turn around to look at you. You furrow your eyebrows, “Hello?”. No response. You walk around the kitchen counter to stand next to him, but he continues cutting up the vegetables he was cooking. “Harrison?” You call out but he doesn’t even turn to acknowledge your presence.

“Is something wrong? Did I do something?” Your voice quiet as you watch him, not even phased by you talking to him. “Talk to me Haz, please?” You call out again and Harrison drops the knife on the cutting board, huffing in frustration. He turns to face you with an angry look on his face, making you even more confused.

Harrison raises his eyebrows, “So now you want to talk to me? No, I’m sorry, now you feel like talking to me?”. You look at him with confusion, “What? I always want to talk to you. What are you talking about?”. He shakes his head, crossing his arms in disbelief as he looks at you.

“Harrison?” You question him again when you don’t get an answer. “Don’t fucking Harrison me!” He yells in frustration but lowering his voice after he realized, “Just don’t”. Unintentionally, you flinch at his loud voice. You rest your elbow on the kitchen counter, trying to figure out what he was talking about and what got him so mad.

A huff of defeat escapes your lips, “What the hell are you talking about?”. Harrison clenches his jaw and bites the inside of his cheek. “You haven’t talked to me all week, you run away when I enter a room you’re in. As soon as we’re alone, you leave. You can’t even look me in my fucking eye, Y/N! And now you want to talk to me?”.

You immediately shut up, looking anywhere but at Harrison as you feel ashamed of yourself. Harrison moves closer towards you, looking into your eyes as you try to keep your composure, avoiding his eyes. He looks at you for any sign of a response, but shakes his head when he doesn’t get one. “I’m not fucking doing this right now” He mumbles under his breath, walking out of the kitchen.

“Tom told me I have to tell you about my feelings for you before the end of the week, or he will” You sigh, not sure if you even thought that whole sentence through before saying it. Harrison freezes in his place as he tries to register what you just said, there was no way. No, this didn’t make any sense.

He turns around to face you and your eyes meet, your eyes full of fear that this would be the end of your friendship. “I couldn’t talk to you all week. I- Um, I was too nervous to be around you and couldn’t bring myself to tell you, but here we are I guess” You ramble quietly as Harrison stares at you with a dumbfounded look.

“About your feelings for me..” Harrison tries to comprehend and you nod, waiting for any sort of response from him. His silence was killing you. “I didn’t want to do it, after what happened with Alex-” “Alex is a dick” Harrison retorts, his voice sour at the sound of his name. He absolutely hated him, even before he broke your heart. He hated him even more when you were crying into his chest every night about what Alex did.

He didn’t tell you this but as soon as Tom told him what happened, Harrison went to Alex’s apartment. All of Alex’s neighbors could hear Harrison yelling at him as Alex stood there, like a coward, trying not to cry. Harrison knew you would’ve gotten angry if he told you so he kept it to himself, and swore that any guy after that he would keep an eye out on.

You clear your throat, “Yeah- Um, that’s true. I just- I was scared that you would...”. Harrison continue the sentence for you, “I would do the same thing”. You don’t reply, knowing Harrison was hurt from that comment. “Y/N, I am nothing like Alex, okay? You know that, you know me” He speaks quietly, taking a few steps towards you and you nod.

Your hands grip the counter behind your back as you look at the boy in front of you, trying to digest the information you were saying. “Did Tom tell you why you should tell me?” Harrison asks with a bit of realization in his voice, confusing you. “No, Um- He just said I should tell you how I feel”. Harrison nods, a small smile making its way onto his face.

Staring at him blankly, you try to make sense of why he was smiling. You had just ruined your friendship, was he happy? Relieved? Harrison walks closer until his hands grip the counter behind you, only a few centimeters separating the two of you.

“Did Tom tell you that I feel the same way? That I’ve had feelings for you for almost three years now? That seeing you with any other guy broke my heart? That I wanted to kill Alex for what he did to you?” Harrison asks, his voice quiet. Your eyes widen, thinking that this had to be a joke.

Harrison’s hand slides to yours on the counter, holding it gently. “That I had no idea how he could lose such an amazing girl like you? That I thought he was crazy to not appreciate how lucky he was to have you?”. You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. His hand slides up your arm, going to cup and caress your face slowly. You felt yourself shiver at his touch, almost like it was electricity.

“W-Why didn’t you-” “Tell you?” ,He continues and you nod, “Just thought that there was no way you felt the same about me”. You straighten your back, your chests now brushing against each other. “I would be crazy not to love you, Haz” You admit, and Harrison’s hand grips your tighter once you said those two words. “Y/N, be very careful with your words okay? I cant-” He shuts his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours as he tried to control himself.

Your fingers slip in between his, resting on the counter as Harrison opened his eyes. “I know” You state quietly, showing that you were being one hundred percent truthful. Harrison quickly leans forwards to push his lips against yours, making your breath get caught in your throat.

His lips move against yours in perfect sync as he moves closer to you, pressing you harder into the counter and his body. The hand on your cheek moves to your waist and grips it tightly, kissing you needily. A hand of yours goes to his chest to steady yourself.

You slow your lips against his before pulling away to catch your breath. Harrison licks his lips as he looks at you, admiring how beautiful you are. “I love you” He speaks up, and you look up at him. A shy smile finds its way to your face as you bring your arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I love you too” You whisper against his lips and feel him smile. You lean in to kiss him before both of you smile into the kiss, breaking it.

Harrison brings you in to hug you tightly, holding you so softly, like you were made of glass. You rest your head in the crook of his neck as you take in his warmth. “Holy shit! Tom what did I tell you! Both of you divs owe me a hundred each!” Paddy yells, startling both of you. You move your head to see Tom, Harry and Paddy looking at the two of you, only making you hide your flushed face once again.

“Finally told him, did you? Wonder who gave you that idea” Tom teases and you whine, making Harrison laugh. He holds you close to him before slightly turning around to face the guys, mouthing an excited ‘yes’ and pumping his fist to the air. You feel Harrison shoo them out of the kitchen, just wanting to be with you.

Harrison’s arms hook under your thighs and lift you up, making a squeal leave your lips. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks towards his bedroom. “No fucking while we’re in the house!” Harry yells making you yell at him, “Harry!”. Harrison only laughs at the two of you and shakes his head, “Only been twenty minutes and you already made a dirty joke, Harry”.

“Ignore him, love” Harrison mumbles against your cheek as you giggle. The nickname makes butterflies appear in your stomach. You were grateful that your friends had pushed you to tell Harrison how you felt. Because what else would you need other than this?

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bakubub · 3 years

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In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

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Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

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Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

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moonbeamwritings · 3 years

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train station kisses

a sequel to one missed call

Summary: After receiving a phone call from Jotaro after ten years of no contact, you attempt to navigate both your feelings and his. Will a reunion around the holidays be just what you both needed?

Author’s Note: I just wanted to say thank you for all of the positive reactions to one missed call! It really means a lot 🥺💕I hope you guys enjoy the sequel just as much!!

With a shaking hand, you reached out to dial his number, taking each digit slowly as a way to delay the inevitable. The line began to ring and you could almost feel your mouth running dry, the thudding of your heart threatening to burst your chest open. You bit your lip in a futile attempt to keep the water in your eyes from spilling over.

After four rings, you could hear Jotaro answer, “Hello?”

The ringing in your ears, the pounding in your heart, they didn’t stop with the sound of his voice.

“Uh hi, Jotaro? It’s me.”

A relieved exhale could be heard through the phone, followed by a brief moment of silence, “Hi.” If his breath had sounded relieved, then his voice sounded even more so. “I thought you wouldn’t call.”

You brought the phone with you as you traveled across the living room, resting back against the couch. “If I’m being honest, I almost didn’t.”

As much as he had convinced himself that he didn’t deserve a call back, Jotaro’s heart sunk into his stomach with the thought that you very nearly didn’t return his message, keeping him nothing but a distant, painful memory.

“Well,” he finally spoke, fidgeting with the pen resting on his desk, “I’m glad you did.”

You let out a nervous huff, quiet and short, “Yeah, me too.”

Silence overtook the conversation once again, entirely too awkward for your liking. Where were you even supposed to start? The man on the other end had confessed his love to you, through a long, emotional message on your answering machine no less, and now you were confronting him after not hearing from him in literal years. What were you supposed to do?

“Jotaro I-”

“Listen-”

You chuckled as you both attempted to speak at the same time.

“You go-”

“You first-”

You could hear his deep, quiet laugh through the phone.

“We’re off to a great start.” You told him, running a hand through your hair.

“We certainly are.”

“Look, Jotaro,” you struggle to find the right words, “I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that I wasn’t hurt that I didn’t hear from you, from anyone.”

A low “mhm” sounded through the phone as you collected yourself.

“But, Christ, is it nice to hear your voice.”

“It’s nice to hear yours too.”

“What were you going to say before?” You asked, pressing the phone between your shoulder and cheek so you could pick at your nails.

“I just wanted to tell you that I meant everything I said. All of it.”

The familiar, erratic beat of your heart returned in an instant as his confession replayed in your head.

The words spilled from your mouth before you can even think to stop them, “You love me?”

You nearly smacked a hand against your forehead with how stupid, how desperate you sounded. Were you really hearing this right now?

“I do. I figured it was better late than never to tell you, even if it was over the phone. The old man was very convincing.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm as he spoke of his grandfather, clearly not thrilled with his relative’s persistence.

“I-” A shaky breath left your mouth, “I love you too. I always have.”

Jotaro didn’t respond right away. How could he? You’d just told him you love him, even after all of this time, even after he’d left you alone, in the dark. After all of it.

“I miss you.” He knew he sounded pathetic, heart on display for you to hear, but he didn’t care. Jotaro also knew he wasn’t anywhere near as openly emotional as he thought you deserved, but he wanted to be selfish, if only this once, wanted to sink his hands into your heart and never let go. He wouldn’t let you be alone again, not if he could help it.

At his confession, tears pricked at the back of your eyes, stinging as they threatened to fall.

“I miss you too, Jotaro.”

The words hung heavily in the air, years of pent up emotions all laid out for you both to see. You had no idea where to go from here. The previous phone call played through your mind as you searched for the right words. One statement came to the forefront: “You reminded me of everything I felt like I couldn’t have, what I can’t have.”

“Jotaro? Can I ask you something?”

“If you want.”

“Before, you said something about me being something you couldn’t have. What exactly did you mean?”

You heard him sigh into the receiver, sounding dejected as he spoke, “Everyone in my life either leaves or gets hurt, or both. I push people away to keep them out of my bullshit, so they don’t get hurt. I’m not easy to love. You don’t deserve to get wrapped up in the mess I always leave behind.”

Your heart broke.

“Jotaro, you…” A laugh, involuntary and riddled with disbelief, left your throat. “You really are something else, you know that? I’ve already been to Egypt with you, for God’s sake, risked my life for your mom, to defeat DIO. I think you’re kinda stuck with me now. Messes or not.”

His voice was uncharacteristically small as he responded, “You mean that?”

You scoffed. “Of course I do. God, you are such an idiot sometimes. You’re lucky I love you.”

He allowed a tiny smile to work its way onto his face, “Yeah, I am.”

“Ohhh, Jotaro,” you teased, getting a real kick out of Jotaro revealing what was going on in that steel-trap he calls a brain, “I didn’t take you for the cheesy type.”

A groan.

“Good freakin’ grief. I take it back, I don’t miss you anymore.”

“Oh come on. You do. You can admit it.”

The moment of humor was a welcomed break from the downpour of emotions that threatened to flood your mind, a calming reminder of what once was.

“Okay,” Jotaro acquiesced, for once not having the strength to win this fight, “you’re right.”

You ached to see the look on his face on the other side of the phone. You had no doubt his eyebrows were creased in annoyance, a smile reluctantly beginning to form on his lips. What you wouldn’t give to be able to reach over, to poke and prod at his cheeks, to tease and annoy him.

“Ugh, you’re so cute,” you tell him, “What am I ever gonna do with you?”

Cute, Jotaro thought, I’ve never heard that one before.

“Look, enough already I-” Why did you have to make his words catch in his throat so much? It was infuriating. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to meet up. I know it’s the holidays and everything but-”

You cut his rambling off with an immediate answer, “I would love to.”

“Wha- You would?” He hadn’t expected you to agree so quickly, or even at all.

The surprised lilt to his voice is not lost on you. You don’t push it. “Of course, I would.”

“In that case,” he spoke, absently tapping the pen against his desk, “I’ll have the Speedwagon Foundation pay for your travel expenses and you can come visit with my family and I for a few days.”

“Jotaro,” You admonished, “I don’t want to intrude! If you’re spending time with family, we can always wait.”

“I’ve kept you waiting long enough and besides,” you can hear the smile in his voice, “mom would love to cook for someone new.”

“Well, when you put it that way, how could I say no?”

The conversation continued from there, Jotaro telling you he would pass along the information from the Speedwagon Foundation. You spent some time getting caught up, passing information back and forth until Jotaro let out a long, drawn out yawn.

“It’s getting late. I should go.” Jotaro stated, sounding reluctant.

“That’s okay. Goodnight, Jotaro. I’ll see you soon.”

“Night, see you.”

With one final click, the line went dead, sending you reeling back into the quiet hum of your living room. You nearly laughed out loud at the events unfolding before you. The last thing you had expected this holiday season was to go visit Jotaro, all expenses paid.

Before you knew it, you were switching over from the plane to the train that would take you to the station near Jotaro’s childhood home. Even given the time you took to attempt to process all of these new developments, your mind still raced, endlessly whirling and wondering. Jotaro loved you and you were visiting him. He loved you and you were going to get to see him again. It was all relentlessly surreal.

As you boarded the train for the remainder of your journey, you couldn’t help but reflect on that fateful trip to Egypt. Memories flashed behind your eyes, coming and going with the scenery passing you by. Kakyoin’s goofy laugh, Polnareff’s friendly disposition, Avdol’s kind words. Your heart clenched at the thought.

Perhaps your reunion, love confessions aside, could help you process what you’d been dealing with for so long. Maybe it could help you move on, move away from reliving the trauma of those weeks abroad. Just maybe.

Pushing the thoughts from your mind, the voice over the loudspeaker alerted you that you had arrived at the station where you would meet Jotaro. Your heart thudded nervously in your chest, seemingly stealing the air from your lungs.

You grabbed your belongings and stepped out onto the platform, eyes scanning the crowd for Jotaro. He was always so tall, you thought, this should be easy.

At the same time, Jotaro entered the station, hands tucked into his pockets to disguise their slight tremor. He had never felt so nervous in his life, this situation being such uncharted territory that he almost wished he could have Star Platinum fight the feelings off for him. He pulled his hat down to cover the rosiness traveling up his neck.

His eyes scanned the crowd, landing on you across the station. You caught his gaze almost immediately, a small smile overtaking the concerned downturn of your lips. You were here, finally.

You weaved through the crowd as you locked eyes with Jotaro, carefully dragging your suitcase behind you as you moved among the throngs of people. As you reached the other side of the station, you stopped dead in your tracks, staring up at Jotaro.

It was as if a massive weight was lifted from your shoulders, like you had finally let out a sigh of relief after a long day. You wanted to live with this feeling forever.

“Hi.” You finally let out, moving to close the gap between the two of you at long last.

Without even responding, Jotaro bent down to wrap his arms around your waist, lifting your feet off the ground and clutching you against his chest. You smiled as you felt him bury his nose against your neck.

You wrapped your own arms around his neck, one hand resting against the back of his head.

“You’re here.” His voice was muffled by your shirt, but you could hear him clear as day.

“I’m here.”

You remained like that for who knows how long, embracing one another like touch-starved fools, so lost in each other that you didn’t even register the stares from passersby.

After some time, Jotaro took his face away from your neck, returning your feet to the ground. Both hands were quick to cradle your cheeks, looking you over carefully with a cute upturn of his lips.

It was all so uncharacteristically soft that you almost felt as though he was a different person.

He hunched down, bringing his lips to yours in an emotional kiss. His lips moved against yours like a man starved, hand moving to feel your hair between his fingers. As he broke away to catch his breath, he pressed his forehead against your own.

“I love you, he spoke like it was a secret, something so important it was for your ears only, “so much.”

“I love you too, Jotaro.”

He kissed you again, a brief peck to your lips as if to seal your quiet promise, to legitimize it.

Before you could even stop them, tears began flowing down your cheeks only to be swiped away by Jotaro’s thumb.

“Oh, good grief,” he said, but it was nowhere near as biting as it could’ve been, “don’t cry.”

You chuckled at his assertion. This was the Jotaro you knew and loved. “Sorry.”

He pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of your head, hand reaching up to ruffle the hair there.

“Come on, mom’s making dinner.”

He grabbed your suitcase and turned to head towards the door, leaving you in the dust. Typical.

When you fell into step beside him, you laced your fingers with his, running your thumb along the back of his hand.

God, you could get used to this.

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cyarikashakira · 3 years

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Chimichangas

A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic. I am super nervous but I have an overabundance of love for Joaquin Torres so I had to put it somewhere. I'm doing @caplanbuckybarnes's summer writing challenge.

Summary: Falling in love at the supermarket wasn’t on your to-do list today, yet here you were snatching looks at a cute stranger.

Warnings: (I don't know if these count as warnings) GN!Reader, No Y/N, Joaquin Torres is an absolute cutie pie!

‘They were gone. All of them.’ I thought as I rummaged through the wrongfully stocked freezer. A sniffle escaped, then two, which was followed by a full on wail.

“Who the hell put the Steak and Cheese chimichangas where the Chicken and Cheese chimichangas goes!?”

I slammed the freezer door and rested my head on it and placed my hand on the cold glass.

Casual shoppers and workers tiptoed around me while I grumbled to myself in annoyance. I just wanted my comfort food.

A full on breakdown in the middle of a grocery store and I gave no fucks. A tap on my shoulder and I whirled around ready to light up the poor soul who decided to bother me.

“What do you want?” I wiped the tears from my face with a growl. Giant innocent eyes looked at me in shock as I grimaced at him.

“Hi - um, can I help you?” He bravely pointed at his name tag which said ‘Joaquin’ with the Walmart name above

“Sure~ can you just point me towards the person who decided to sleep on the job and stock the wrong chimichangas in the wrong spot? I just wanna have a little chat.” I said with a fake smile on my face.

“Th-that would be me.” He gulped and pointed over his shoulder towards the stocking material behind him.

You peeked around him and just glared.

“So it was you. You have been declared as my arch nemesis. Where are the chicken and cheese chimichangas?”

“They are out of stock. But we can call you when they are back in stock.”

The air suddenly became tense.

“...Believe it or not, they already have my number because I buy them so often. It is Tuesday and it’s 8:30. They are always stocked at 8pm on Tuesday.” I looked down at my watch to double check the time. I crossed my arms ready to take my frustrations out on the worker.

“We are going to have to call some people.” He said plainly.

“What?” My head tilted to the side in confusion.

“For this chimichanga shortage. We need to call some people.” His smile got bigger as he continued talking.

“Chimi..changa shortage? If they are going to fix my day then you better call them.”

“I’m kidding..”

“Oh.” I let out a nervous laugh and made a face.

He ran a hand through his fluffy black curls and huffed. I took a look at his face, he was nervous.

“...Are you new?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“To the stock things department, yes. This grocery store, no. I’m so sorry that I stocked it wrong but thank you for pointing it out for me.”

I immediately felt bad because I realized that I was being a dick over some food.

“I’m so sorry. I’m just having a bad day. It was just a complete shit show. My cat got sick, my car is on it’s last leg and my boss is on my ass and I ran out of chimichangas and forgot to restock my fridge so here I am today - “

I rambled on and on.

“Hey, it’s okay. We all have bad days. I thought this was about to be a bad day for me also because you were upset at me.”

“I’m sorry again. I’ll live without them. I should go home before I embarrass myself even more.”

I lowered my head now feeling shy and more aware of my surroundings.

“Before you go, I think I have something that will make your day a little better. Follow me.” He turned swiftly and started walking away.

“Uh, no. I’ve burdened you enough today, sir.”

He stopped and turned to face me again. A smile formed on his face. Were those dimples always there?

“Come on. I’m just taking you to a person who can solve your problems.”

“Oh o-okay.”

I followed behind Joaquin towards the front of the grocery store. He stopped in front of the deli section and tapped a hand on the counter to alert the workers.

“Hey~ is Margie in today?” He said sweetly to the teenage girl who could barely see over the huge counter.

“Yeah Curly, she’s in the back. Let me go get her.” She ran to the back and pushed the double doors with force.

I looked at Joaquin with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

“Why do they call you Curly?” A small smirk appeared on my face. He blushed and his hand went to his hair once again.

“My hair. It is how everyone finds me and the fact that I’m tall. Everyone has a nickname here. We are as much a family as capitalism will allow us to be. Margie is just...wait until you see her.”

The shock of blue hair caught my peripheral and I expected to see a teenager. No. A tall lady who was on enough to be my mama strolled up to the counter with a huge smile on her face.

“What can I do for ya, Curly Quin?” Her accent drawled as she leaned against the display case.

“We have a situation. Apparently, I suck at my job and a certain someone had an entire meltdown in the middle of the freezer aisle because they are having a bad day like it was my fault. I’m pretty sure they want to get me fired but I’m too cute for that, right? So we need a solution to their chimichanga problem.” He sarcastically and over exaggeratedly explained the situation to Margie and his smile got wider as he went on.

“So Grilled Cheese over here wants a chimichanga? How is that my problem?” Margie planted her eyes on me and I felt like I swallowed my heart.

For an old lady, her look was intense.

“I need the goods. The family secret, the whole enchilada, you get where I’m going with this. I’ll finally bring you back your book that you let me borrow when I first started working here.” Joaquin slapped on the puppy dog eyes and Margie rolled hers.

“I’ll believe it when I see it. That was a year ago. I’m never getting that book back and you know it. I’ll be back for you and Meltdown over here, assuming that is you.” She gave a small smile and moved to go towards the back doors. “Give me a sec.”

As soon as she disappeared, I face palmed and groaned.

“You guys are going to make fun of me forever, aren’t you?” I looked at him in despair.

“Oh yeah, you know it. Welcome to making history.” He smiled towards me, flashing a dimple.

“Is there a way that I can make everyone forget about this? I will pay you guys off. I promise. Just forget everything that happened here today.” I waved my hands in circular motions like I was casting a spell, earning odd looks from everyone around.

He laughed for the first time that night.

“It’s not every day a grown up has a total fit like a toddler. This has made my day and probably my whole week.”

I groaned again and stomped my foot in annoyance, ready to snap at him.

The back doors flew open and a brown paper bag was thrown in my direction. Joaquin and I fumbled to catch it at the same time and we butted heads.

“Good thing you knocked some sense into each other so I didn’t have to. Get out of here kids, your chimichanga problem is solved.” Margie smiled.

I opened the steaming paper bag and started crying.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” I started bouncing up and down with joy. I wrapped my arms around Joaquin and pulled him into a tight hug, crying on his shirt.

“No problem, I can’t breathe, please..let..go..” He said dramatically.

I immediately let go and cleaned my face putting on a huge smile. He took a deep breath and put his hand on his chest.

“You guys are the best and I am so sorry for taking my frustrations out on you. I really hope you can forgive me at some point.”

“Already forgiven. I just always want to do something positive with my day and make others smile. It’s all in a day’s work.”

“I don’t know how to thank you guys enough for the chimichangas.” I held the bag close to my heart, grinning widely.

“Go home and eat them. That’s thanks enough.” Margie deadpanned.

Oh. She was still there.

“Yes ma’am. Have a good night. Thank you for everything!” I waved goodbye to her.

“Don’t mention it kid.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Margie!” He said to her.

She waved us off and we were on our way to the front doors of the store. We stopped just before the entrance, triggering the doors to automatically open. We were blocking the exit and people started going around us.

“I guess this is goodbye? Until I come in to restock my freezer again.” I said glumly, holding out my hand towards him to shake his hand.

“I guess so.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, placing it in my hand.

Question marks filled my brain as I looked down at his phone in my hand. He shyly placed his hand on the back of his neck.

“I told you whenever we restocked, I would give you a call so.. I would need your number for that.”

“Oh. But they already have my numb- Oh. Okay. Oh. Oh um, of course uh..”

I stuck my tongue out in concentration as I typed my name and number into his phone and handed it back to him.

“There you go. I uh, look forward to your call for whenever the chimichangas are back in stock.”

“Of course. I’m just doing my job. If they aren’t in stock and I’m off of work, can I still call you?”

My brain short circuited and I blinked rapidly at him. He was smooth. Toooo smooth. I studied his face for a joke.

“You aren’t joking with me, are you?” I put my hands on my hips.

“Nope, not one bit. Are you okay?” He questioned. I was sure smoke was coming out of my ears at this point.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just tired, it’s been a long day. I should get going.” I looked off towards the cars in the parking lot.

“It was nice to meet you. I’m sorry about your chimichangas and for my poor stocking skills.” He apologized sincerely.

“It was nice to meet you too, Joaquin. Thank you for everything. Am I allowed to hug you again?”

His brown eyes lit up and he furiously nodded. I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same to me. We let go as quickly as we started.

“I’ll see you around, Grilled Cheese.” He gave a two finger wave towards me and started walking backwards.

“Likewise, Joaquin Phoenix.” I started walking in the other direction.

“Haha. So original! It’s actually Falcon!” He shouted.

“What?” I stopped and turned back towards him but he was already gone.

I shrugged and walked towards my car. I opened the door and climbed inside, tossed the bag of chimichangas in the passenger seat and rested my head on the steering wheel. I released a huge sigh while lifting my head, started my car and began driving home. The street lights blurred past me on my drive home. My body was on autopilot as I opened the door, kicked my shoes off and sat on the couch next to my roommate with my bag of chimichangas.

I took a bite and immediately frowned.

‘Damn it. Steak and Cheese strikes again.’ I started laughing and shaking my head, dropping the chimichanga back in the bag.

“What is your problem?” My roommate said staring at the tv, not concerned to turn their head towards my hysterics.

“Nothing. I just had a meltdown in a freezer aisle and I think I fell in love with a stocker who is bad at his job.” I leaned back against the cushion of the couch and sighed dreamily.

“....no offense but you aren’t allowed to go to the store unsupervised ever again. You got issues...”

My phone began to ring and I just stared at the unknown number before answering.

“H-hello?” I stuttered.

“You will never guess what we just got in stock.” A light voice filled with laughter said over the phone. A huge smile formed on my face and I was booking it out of the door and yelled a quick bye to my roommate.

“I’m on my way.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this. I tried my best :)

#cappyssummerchallenge #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #tfatws

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notyetneedcoffee · 4 years

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No Secrets, Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (???)

Warnings: None in this section

You sat in the car staring at the house. Your beautiful new prison.

“Miss Y/L/N, you have an incoming call from Miss Maximoff.” The car’s AI announce.

“Hi Wanda, so who called you?”

“Steve. He sent me the file and thought I might be able to help.” She was on the other side of the planet at the moment. It had to be the dark hours of the morning where she was. Still, she sounded alert and concerned. “How are you holding up?”

“At the moment?” You sighed, gripping the steering wheel hard. “I’m frustrated.”

“That’s it?” Wanda laughed. “I’d be pissed.”

“Yeah, that too.” You admitted.

“Try not to be too angry, though. They just feel like every weird, inane, and inappropriate thing that pops into their head is some how on blazing display now. They conveniently forget that I can pick up on all that, too. I’m just better at not responding.”

You tried to put yourself in Tony’s shoes. As much as you hated it, you understood his reaction. You may not agree with his solution, but you understood. Picturing the crazy stuff that probably popped into the team’s minds, and having to deal with it all at once might be a bit much to deal with, it kind of made you smile. “I suppose being around everyone would get kind of maddening.”

Wanda laughed. “It’s why I don’t do parties. I know you’re still likely to see some of them before this wears off. Please keep one very important thing in mind. People are not what they think. What matters is the way they choose to act.”

“Okay.” You considered her words.

“Much of what people think are caused by outside influences, or old tapes in their head. Still, they choose to do different. Just like someone may be racked with fear, but behave more bravely than anyone else. There are some people who’s thoughts are plagued with darkness, but they choose to be kind.”

Sitting quietly in your car, in front of the big modern house next to the lake, you knew things could be so much worse. The reality that Tony really was trying to be as good to you as he could right now sunk in. “You’re wiser than your years, my friend.”

“Don’t give me too much credit.” She laughed. “There is one other thing, Padawan. Don’t fight it. It’s like saying ‘hey don’t think about a blue monkey in a pink tu-tu’. You brain immediately conjures the monkey.”

“Okay.” You laughed despite yourself.

“I don’t know how available I’ll be, but call me if you need to. Whenever, night or day.” Wanda encouraged.

“I will. Listen, thanks.”

“Don’t sound so down. You’re probably going to get tons of sleep, be able to catch up on all the great shows, work out all you want, and not have to listen to Sam and Bucky fight over who gets to pick the music in the gym. Time will fly by.”

“I’m sure you’re right.”

“I’ll talk to you later.”

“Thanks, Wanda.” You cut off the call as you popped the trunk to grabbed your bags.

The house looked like a team from Architectural Digest picked the décor. It had all the conveniences of Tony’s smart homes. The refrigerator looked to be stocked by one of the compound’s chefs. A neat row of your favorite bottled juice was lined up beside your favorite soda and a stack of your favorite yogurts. On the giant bed you found a set of expensive silk pajamas and a plush robe under a copy of Anna Karenina. In the en-suite bathroom you found a tub big enough for four, and beside it a basket full of spa goodies.

The cell phone in your pocket buzzed. Steve’s name scrolled across the screen.

“Hey.”

“You made it okay.”

“Yeah. Tony must be feeling guilty. The house it loaded up with all kinds of gifts.”

“I hope they’re nice.”

“I suppose.” You sighed. “I’d rather be home.”

“I know.” His voice was quiet.

“Wanda called.” You sat down on the edge of the tub, running your hand over the fluffy towel.

“Good.” Steve took a deep breath. “I think we have, ah, some stuff to talk about but… God, I can’t do this over the phone. I’m sorry. I just… It feels wrong to do this over the phone.”

One of the generational leaps Steve never managed to make was his attitude towards the phone. It was a utilitarian tool. If you had something important to say, he felt you should do it face to face. You smiled, “I know. It’s okay, Steve.”

“Really?”

“We can talk later.” You gave a humorless laugh. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry, Honey. I really am.” Again his voice dropped low, quiet.

The little endearment warmed your cheeks. He so rarely used it. “No reason to be sorry, Steve.”

“Well, you get settled in and I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay. Steve,” You sighed. “Thank you for checking on me. You be safe.”

“Will do.”

Strains of what you thought might be Verdi tickled the back of your mind. You stopped chopping the cucumber and put the knife down. The clock showed 12:35. It was still a half an hour until Bruce was supposed to be at the house.

‘Got to stay focused. This is so going to suck. What if she starts asking me questions? You’re going stumble around like a dumbass. Some genius you are. No. No. It’s going to be fine. It’s a short visit. I’ll be fine.’

Yep. Definitely Bruce.

You munched on your salad as you split your attention between the British Bake Off on the television and Banner’s constant internal rambling. It swung from running down a check list for his visit to trying to remember the Band Aid’s commercial jingle.

When the knock came at the door you looked at the clock. Only two minutes had passed. Bruce must have been at the street, or just coming down the long drive, when you heard him. Interesting.

“Hi Bruce.” You opened the door, popping a piece of cucumber in your mouth. “Hungry?”

“Ah, no.” He came in. “Thanks. I don’t want to be rude, but I’d like to just get to it. If you don’t mind, that is?”

“Why not?” You dropped into the chair at the table. “You’re just the first person I’ve seen in a week.”

‘Shit. Shit. Way to be a jerk.’

“It’s okay, Bruce.” You smiled. “I don’t mind, really. What do I do?”

“Ah, bring your chair out here. Then, ah, just let me run the scans.”

You pulled your chair out where he could walk around you. “Do I need to stay still?”

“No, I mean don’t dance around or anything.” He began pulling out equipment. He was internally humming the Verdi piece.

“How’s the team?” You knew it would be kinder to just be quiet, but you were dying for some interaction.

“Okay. Staying busy.” Came out of his mouth, but a barrage of things hit you. ‘Cap won’t stop moping. Tony needs to cut back on the caffeine. I’m gonna go green on Bucky soon.’

“I heard you just got back. Some mission with Nat and Clint.”

‘What a dress.’

“Ah, damn it. This sucks.” Bruce looked away from the device in his hands and deep in your eyes. “I’m really sorry, but I’m just afraid to talk about anything okay.”

You frown, nodding. “I’m sorry. I’ll stay quiet.”

‘Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.’

“You know what? Fuck it.” He sighed. “Things are tense. They’re kind of awful. Tony and I stick to the lab. Cap is walking around on auto-pilot. Bucky is fucking impossible. Sam is trying to play peacemaker but failing spectacularly. Clint came up with the mission just because Natasha and Bucky nearly killed each other sparring.”

‘I hate it. Hate it.’

“I’m sorry.” You twisted you hands together. “I don’t want everyone miserable over what happened to me.”

‘No. No. No. Fuck. Don’t cry. I’m going rip Tony’s arms off if she cries.’

“Not your fault.” Bruce sighed.

“Bruce.” You lifted you jaw. “I know it’s not my fault, but at least if I were there Tony wouldn’t feel guilty, I could tell Steve snap out of it, and I could smack Buck up side the head. You tell them to knock that crap off.”

He chuckled. “I’ll tell them you said so.”

Bruce asked you some medical questions and took a blood sample after finishing the scan. He calmed down quite a bit, but still left as soon as he could. Later that evening he called you to say that the reading were consistent with your time in the lab. The anomaly would go away, it would just take time.

You made yourself a hot chocolate and curled up on one of the deck chairs to listen to sounds of the evening forest when you got off the phone. It would be a long while alone. The sun wouldn’t set for a while yet, and you were reading a new book. Reading outside lessened the feeling of being trapped.

‘Don’t care. Got to do this.’

You head came up at the same time you heard the motorcycle pull down the drive. By the time Steve parked his bike, you stood at the edge of the deck just a few feet away. He looked up, seeing you clutch a throw blanket around your shoulders, wearing jeans and an old tee. Steve looked you over from bare feet to big eyes.

‘Beautiful.’

“I missed you.” He said, voice low.

“Missed you, too.”

Steve stepped closer. “I’ve been thinking, a lot. There’s something I don’t think I can, I don’t want, to wait to tell you.”

“Okay.” You swallowed, fighting to hold still. So much, so strong, hit you at once.

He took a deep breath, his large hand touched your hair, cupped your face. “I’m not sure when my feelings changed, but for a long time now all I can think about is how much I want you, want you to be with me.”

‘Those lips. So pretty.’

You felt a smile curl at the corner of your mouth. His mouth covered yours, lips gentle and soft. When your hands slid along his waist. His tongue swept lightly along your lip and was met by your own. He moan, pulling you close, kiss deepening.

‘God, yes, honey.’

BLEEEP! CRASH!

You both jerked away from each other in shock.

‘No! Not now!’

It took a second for the realization to hit you that you heard a car crash. Somewhere close by.

‘No. No. No. Dammit. Not now.’

Steve looked at you, “I should see what happened.”

“Yeah,” You breathed.

‘No. We should go inside, forget we heard anything. Want to feel you again.’

“It’s okay.” He covered your hand with his own when you touched his chest. “I’ll be here when you get back.” You gave him a warm smile.

‘No. I don’t want to go anywhere. Not missing out again.’

“Okay.” Steve nodded, stepping away from you. “I’ll be back soon.”

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Girl I Met On The Internet, 6/6 (Crystal x Gigi) - Strawberry

a/n: and it’s a wrap! for now anyway bc i totally dont have a fic coming based on the good news nicky had for jaida! i just want to say thank you to every single person who read, liked and reblogged this story. it means so much to me, i’m so glad people enjoyed the strange idea that came into my brain. <3 (also! i wanted to let you guys know that i’m planning on posting this fic on ao3 as well, probably after this chapter is posted on here. my username on there is drivingmecrazy !!)

crystal: does everyone’s spring break start this weekend too?? anyone doing anything??

jan!: mine does! i’m staying home all week, jackie is leaving me :(

nicky: my spring break isn’t until late april!! wtf :(

heidi: ha loser

heidi: i’m going to play animal crossing all weekend i can’t wait

Jackie: I’m going to Canada to visit family on Sunday. Jan, if you want we can hang out on Saturday if you’re going to miss me that much. :P

nicky: i’ll hang out with you jackie

jan: i hate you nicky

jaida: i have a pageant next week!!

jan!: yaas gorg

nicky: bring home the crown!

crystal: GO JAIDA!

nicky: also jaida call me. i have good news for you :)

gigi: crystal you already know what’s going down

crystal: do i now?

gigi: GOOD LUCK JAIDA!!! NO MATTER WHAT YOU ARE OUR WINNER

Crystal had somewhat of an idea of what was going down. She had been granted permission to sleep over at Gigi’s house, and they would be going on their date the following day. Gigi would not tell Crystal anything about where they were going, and refused to give her any hints no matter how much Crystal begged.

The next morning, on their walk to school, Crystal finally got a hint.

“You tweeted about it. That’s all I’ll tell you.”

“That’s not helpful at all!” Crystal had almost 30 thousand tweets, her Twitter was her space to say weird things without being judged too harshly, and she had a lot of things to say! She thought about things she might’ve tweeted about wanting to do, or places she wanted to go, but came up empty handed.

“Well, you have the whole day to think about it. I’ll meet you after school, yeah?”

Gigi’s mom offered to pick them up after school, even though the walk from their school to Gigi’s house wasn’t far. Crystal finally met Nancy, Gigi’s beloved dog. Crystal didn’t want to do anything besides hold the dachshund to her chest all night, but Gigi wouldn’t let her, saying it wasn’t fair for Nancy to get all of the attention even though Gigi does the exact same thing with Tic Tac.

They made homemade pizza for dinner, and played monopoly with Gigi’s parents and her brother. Gigi’s brother thought Crystal was cute, and hit on Crystal; trying out a ridiculous pickup line on the green haired girl every chance he got. After they called off the game, Gigi excused her and Crystal to her room.

“So quick to leave, Georgina,” Crystal teased, sitting down next to Nancy who was using Gigi’s strawberry cow pillow pet as a headrest.

“Wanna spend time with you. Can we cuddle?”

“Yeah, of course.”

They sat in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company until Gigi spoke up.

“I couldn’t do it.”

“Couldn’t do what?” Crystal asked, lost.

“Come out to my friends. I thought I was ready but obviously I’m not.”

“It’s okay, Gigi. You’ll know when it’s time, don’t rush it.”

“I just want to be more open, I guess.”

“That’s good, but it’s not going to happen overnight. You have to take baby steps, G.”

“Was it hard? To come out?”

“To who?” Crystal snorted, “You know I don’t have any friends. I’m pretty sure everyone at school already knows, though.”

“Does your mom know?”

“Probably. She got a little too suspicious when I started liking Poppy.”

This turned into revealing who their first gay crush was, and how and when they figured out they liked girls like the rest of their friends liked boys. Crystal told Gigi about how she originally tried to fake like One Direction so no one would suspect anything, and Gigi told Crystal about how she refused to listen to any music sung by female artists for half a year before they decided to go to sleep.

Crystal had woken up first. She didn’t bother waking up Gigi, going to scroll through Twitter instead. It was still early, but the group chat was on some bullshit, Jan changed her display name to Nicky and changed her profile picture to Nicky’s to mock her. Nicky did not find this funny in the slightest, but Jaida did.

nicky: i’m nicky i’m french i love stealing my friends gfs

jaida: omg period!

THE REAL nicky: JAIDA THAT’S NOT ME!!!

jaida: proof?

THE REAL nicky: I HATE IT HERE!!

nicky: croissant

crystal: HELPDGNJKFNJ

THE REAL nicky: i cannot stand jan. this is why jackie should date me instead

Crystal couldn’t stop laughing, which ended up waking Gigi up. Gigi was grumpy at first, but that changed when she realized they needed to get ready to go on the date she had planned.

After they had gotten up and dressed, they sat next to each other in front of the giant, floor length mirror next to Gigi’s closet to do their makeup. Gigi stopped doing her makeup after putting on her foundation, deciding that watching Crystal do her eye shadow was more entertaining than finishing the look she had in mind.

“Stop looking at me, you’re making me nervous!” Crystal giggled when she noticed Gigi’s stares, not actually wanting Gigi to stop.

“I’ll think about it,” Gigi paused, pretending to think, “I will not. You look beautiful.”

Crystal squawked, “I barely have anything on my face!”

“So?”

“What are you, gay or something?” Crystal teased, making Gigi poke at her sides, “Stop being a dork and finish your makeup!”

“Fine. Only because we need to get going soon.”

“Wait, you know how to drive?” Crystal asked, getting in the passenger seat.

“Yeah! I don’t have my own car yet, but I got my license on my 16th birthday. I am not enforcing the stereotype at all!” Gigi grinned, opening the garage door and starting her mom’s car.

“I’ll be the judge of that. Can I play music?”

“Yeah, sure.” Gigi handed her the aux cord and started backing out of the driveway.

“Okay. This is the ultimate test,” Crystal stated, starting to play a song. “Which One Direction song is this?”

The song in question was good, but Gigi didn’t recognize it. She had only listened to ‘Midnight Memories’ because it was Crystal’s favorite album, and she knew for sure Crystal wasn’t playing a song from that album. “Is it from ‘Made in the A.M’?”

“Trick question! It’s one of Niall’s solo songs. It’s called ‘Dear Patience’!” Crystal laughed, thinking she had pulled off the biggest prank in the world.

“Oh, fuck. I should’ve known there was only one person singing.”

After fifteen minutes of driving, and Gigi almost running a stop sign, they finally pulled up at a cute little thrift shop on the outskirts of town, and Crystal was just about shaking with excitement. “I love thrifting! I’ve only been once, but it was so fun! I found that jumpsuit I wore that one day while thrifting!” She rambles, rushing to get out of the car and inside.

“Wait, when I did tweet about this?”

Around the time they had first started talking, Crystal had tweeted about how her dream date was going thrifting. Gigi naturally stored this information in the back of her mind, even though at the time she never thought she would need it.

On their walk from the parking lot to the store, Crystal held her hand out, which Gigi hesitantly accepted.

“We should play a game! We should split up and pick out an outfit for the other person without them knowing and then meet up and try them on!”

Gigi’s heart swelled, Crystal was so cute. “That sounds fun, but how do I know this isn’t just a trick to dress me up in something hideous?” Gigi teased, making Crystal blush.

“I would never, don’t be ridiculous,” Crystal scoffed, “I’ll save that for the next time we go thrifting!”

Crystal let go of Gigi’s hand to open the door for her, splitting up as soon as they walked into the shop.

It didn’t take them very long to pick out their pieces. Crystal stayed true to her word, picking out a light green, halter top dress for Gigi. Gigi, on the other hand, had picked out a hideous pair of neon pink, zebra print leggings and a red flannel shirt.

“Gigi, what is that?” Crystal scrunched up her nose in disgust.

“You like patterns, why not clash them?” Gigi tried to defend herself, but could barely finish her sentence before bursting out laughing.

“No! I’m not getting that! I’m not even going to try on that outfit. It’s yucky.”

“That’s fine, give me the dress you picked out for me. I need that.” Gigi snatched it from Crystal’s hands, walking quickly to the dressing room.

The dress looked gorgeous on Gigi. Crystal was so glad she took their game seriously.

They looked around together for a little bit before wandering from each other yet again. Gigi somehow ended up with a pile of clothes that you would only see in a very successful thrifting haul video on YouTube. Crystal had stuck to the men’s section, immediately claiming some loud button ups and with a little digging, she found a very specific, out of place t-shirt that said something about how ‘real grandmas drink Dr. Pepper’ that she found hilarious and needed to own.

“What does that say? Some grandmas play bingo, real grandmas drink Dr. Pepper?” Gigi questioned when they finally met back up, “What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know, but it’s sending me. I need it!”

“So you hated my outfit I got for you, but you’re buying that?” Gigi teased.

“You do not understand the art of highly specific shirts, like these, babe. I’ll have to teach you all about them later.”

Gigi thought Crystal was an idiot, but she couldn’t stop smiling.

After paying for their clothes, they got back into the car. Gigi started driving, not telling Crystal where their next stop was. The stop happened to be the Taco Bell drive thru, which Crystal was excited about. “Okay, I do remember tweeting about wanting to go to Taco Bell.”

When they got their food, Gigi placed the bag in the back seat, making Crystal raise an eyebrow.

“You’re a messy eater, so we aren’t eating in the car. My mom would kill me if we made a mess.”

While Crystal tried to convince Gigi she was not a messy eater and her mom’s car would be fine, Gigi pulled up to a park.

“Can you find a spot to sit down at so we can eat it there?” Gigi requested. It took Crystal about two seconds to travel from the car to the grass, settling down in a shady spot underneath some trees. Gigi joined Crystal, holding a blue blanket as well as the brown paper bag.

“It’s not a picnic blanket, I couldn’t find one but I hope it works.”

“It does! I love picnics!” Crystal hops up so Gigi can lay down the blanket, going to retrieve the drinks that they forgot in the car.

Their lunch was filled with flirting, stupid inside jokes and Crystal loved every second of it. She knew for sure by the end of the day she would not be single anymore, but the lack of confirmation was making her antsy.

Once they were done eating, Gigi collected all of the wrappers and cups, walking across the grass to the nearest trash can to dispose of them. When Gigi came back, she had a huge grin on her face, “Well, Crystal Elizabeth. I would like to think that I successfully wooed you, if only you could do something for me in return…”

“What do you have in mind, Georgina?” Crystal giggles, hoping Gigi couldn’t tell how nervous that statement made her.

“Crystal Elizabeth, I was wondering if you would be my girlfriend?”

“God, yes. I’ve been waiting for this for months.” Crystal exclaimed, immediately being pulled into a kiss.

They stayed at the park after that. Crystal’s inner child had jumped out after the kiss was broken and she wanted to play on the playground.

“Wait, Crystal! Come here, the light looks good right now and we need to take our reveal selfie!”

Their date came to an end when Crystal’s mom texted her asking to come home. Crystal’s mom had no idea what she was interrupting, as Crystal did not tell her mom what they were actually doing.

“I hate it here, I would let this date go on all week if I could.” Crystal pouted, buckling her seatbelt.

“If there’s any other place you want to go this week, we could go on our second date.” Gigi smiled, reaching out to hold Crystal’s hand.

“Be careful, I know steering with one hand is peak lesbianism, but I don’t know if you’re a good enough driver to do that yet.” Crystal joked, even though she gladly accepted Gigi’s hand.

“Oh, shut up. Like you could go ten minutes without holding my hand.”

Crystal kissed Gigi again when they got on her street, Gigi parking a few houses down for privacy.

“This was fun. I really am happy with everything. You completely wooed me, Georgina.”

“I’m glad. Does this mean I can call you my clown girlfriend now?” Gigi jokingly asked, making Crystal let out a tiny scream.

“As dumb as that sounds, yes. You can.”

Gigi did not let Crystal get out of the car without getting another kiss.

Crystal entered her house, her grin slowly fading when she saw her mom waiting for her.

“You took a while to come home.” Crystal’s mom started, under the impression she was at Gigi’s house. “What took you so long?”

“Yeah, sorry. I couldn’t find my charger.” Crystal felt bad for lying to her mom, but she didn’t want to tell her what happened yet.

“Oh, your generation and your phones. I was starting to get worried.”

“Mama, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I’m going to my room now, is that okay?”

“Yeah, I’m about to start dinner. We’re having your favorite!”

The second Crystal got into her room, she locked her door and jumped on her bed, logging onto Twitter.

crystal: good evening l a d i e s

jan!: HEY!

jaida: crystal!

Jackie: You haven’t been active today, what were you up to?

heidi: not jackie demanding answers

nicky: ooooh

gigi: well, since you asked…

crystal: :D

gigi: my girlfriend crystal and i went on our first date today. isn’t she beautiful??

The group erupted into chaos the second they saw their selfie, congratulating the new couple for finally getting together. Crystal wouldn’t have it any other way. She would be forever grateful for being added into Elites Only, and even more for the special girl she had met there.

gigi: so, any ideas for our second date?

crystal: tons, babe. i’m gonna blow your mind.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jackie cox #jan sport #jaida essence hall #heidi n closet #crygi #lesbian au #high school au #social media au #girl i met on the internet #strawberry #submission #s12

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doyoureallyrememberme · 4 years

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“The Jealous Type”

Words: 1,692

Rating: G

Warnings: N/A

Categories: M/M

Characters: Link, Shad, Telma

Relationships: Link/Shad

Simply put, Shad and Link didn't get along very well. The reason why that was would depend on who you asked though.

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The loud ruckus of the bar was a familiar sound. Link had visited the place often enough that he was accustomed to the loud banter and hearty laughs of the patrons. As the door shut behind him, Link was immediately greeted by the owner of the establishment.

"Link! Go sit over there, honey! I'll be there in a second," Telma called, motioning to the curtain that divided the common area in half. Doing as instructed, Link pulled back the curtain and disappeared behind it.

All but one member of the group that was normally gathered at the table in the secluded section of the bar was missing. Sitting in his usual seat was Shad. When Link went to take a seat, Shad stood.

"Link! Telma told me all about your brave escort of the ladies back to Kakariko Village. I must say, I'm impressed, old boy!" The two young men took a seat as Shad continued. "Tell me, how is Ilia? Has she regained any of her memories?"

Ilia. Of course that was what Shad was interested in. Nevermind the fact that Link had been shot by multiple arrows during his trip to escort the women to the village. Shad was worried about Ilia.

Ilia is fine. She has regained most of her memories and Rusl plans to escort her back to Ordon Village in a week or so, Link politely signed.

Shad visibly relaxed at the news. "I'm glad. She is a sweet girl and I wish the best for her."

I'm sure you do, Link thought with a roll of his eyes. The action, however, did not go unnoticed by Shad.

"My apologies, but do my expressions of sentiment upset you?" Shad asked in a challenging tone. "I hadn't thought you to be the jealous type."

Link's eyes lifted, their focus shifting from the book resting in front of Shad to the man himself. I am most definitely the jealous type, Link slowly signed, making sure Shad understood every word.

"You have every right to be jealous," Shad stated, sitting up a little straighter. "Ilia is a wonderful girl; any man would be lucky to have her." With a short laugh, Shad added, "I find your jealousy rather amusing, if I'm honest. Just because Ilia seems to prefer my company to yours-"

Link abruptly stood up, tired of listening to the scholar ramble on and on.

As he headed toward the curtain to make an exit, he heard Shad comment, "There's no need to be rude, old boy. I-"

The harsh look Link gave him killed whatever comment he was about to add to his statement. Shad had never seen the hero look so upset. Was he really that bothered by the whole thing?

Turning his body to fully face Shad, Link kept his eyes intently trained on the man as he signed, Perhaps I'm not jealous of Ilia.

By the time Shad's mind had caught up to him and he fully comprehended what Link was telling him, the hero had fled from the bar and into the night.

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"Telma, do you know where Link is?" Shad inquired once the bar had emptied out for the night. Shad hadn't seen or heard from Link since their discussion nearly a week earlier.

"Honey, Link could be anywhere. He didn't tell me where he was going next, if that's what you're asking."

"Oh," Shad replied, his pointed ears drooping just the slightest in disappointment.

"Are you two getting along alright? He stormed out of the bar the last time he was here and I haven't seen him since."

"I'm... Not sure, if I'm quite honest. I'm afraid my innocent teasing might have upset him. He also confessed something that completely took me by surprise. I feel that I should apologize to him, but I'm not sure when I'll see him again."

Giving one of her comforting smiles, Telma reassured Shad. "Don't worry, honey. He'll be back."

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The sun had just dipped below the horizon, the last remnants of red and orange fading from the sky at a leisure pace. Perched on the edge of the southern fountain, Shad gathered up his books into his arms. Without the adequate lighting, he could no longer read outside. As he stood from his place on the concrete, a familiar figure appeared on the steps of the south entrance to Castle Town.

With the dim, fading light, it was difficult to make out the details of the man but light was unnecessary. Shad knew exactly who he was.

"Link, you've returned." Returning his books to their place on the edge of the fountain, Shad approached the hero. Before he could begin apologizing, Link began signing.

I would like to apologize for my actions the last time I was here. I didn't mean to be short with you. Link's eyes stayed trained on anything but the scholar, never looking him in the eye. I know better than that. Please accept my apology.

"You are not the one who should be apologizing, old boy. I should not have teased you with such a topic."

Link awkwardly shifted from foot to foot. Could we speak in private?

"Of course! Let me gather my things and I'll meet you at Telma's bar, alright?"

I was thinking something a little more private, Link stated to Shad's surprise. Perhaps your apartment?

Shad froze where he was, the book in his arm slipping and nearly falling in the fountain. "You would like to go to my apartment?"

If that is alright with you, Link said. If not, we can go to Telma's bar.

"No, no! My apartment is fine," Shad stated, gathering up the rest of his books from the fountain's ledge. "If I'd known I was going to have company, I would have tidied up a little." It was obvious that Shad was distracted by his own thoughts so Link took the stack of books from his arms. It was difficult to sign with the books in his hold, but Link managed to awkwardly sign something that resembled, Lead the way.

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Link had never seen so many books in his life. Every bit of wall space unoccupied by a door or window was covered by a bookcase, the numerous shelves crammed full of books. Even then, books were neatly stacked on top of the shelves until they touched the ceiling and various individual books rested on the coffee table and the desk beside the bay window.

You have a lot of books, Link obviously stated, not sure what to say. The collection was impressive and Link faintly wished he could read them all.

"Oh, uhm, thank you," Shad awkwardly replied as he sat down, watching Link set his books down beside the ones already occupying the coffee table. "I've read every single one of them; I've written a few of them as well."

Link took a seat on the couch beside Shad as the scholar said, "I believe there is something you wanted to speak with me about?"

The hero's eyes cut to the side in a moment of discomfort. Despite the anger and confidence he had displayed in Telma's bar during his last visit, Link was less than comfortable when opening up.

Yes, there is. Link stole a glance at Shad's expectant face then glanced at the stack of books, finally letting his gaze rest on the bookshelf behind the scholar. Do you remember the last thing I told you before I left?

"I do, though I'm unsure if I interpreted the meaning of your words correctly," Shad replied. "Regardless, there is something I would like to tell you." Link focused on Shad then, allowing him to make his statement before he continued.

"Though I do care about Ilia and her recovery, I should not have teased you so. I'm not sure if you know about the relationship Ilia and I have, but we are nothing more than friends, and I am happy to keep it that way. I believe..." Shad's eyes cut away in embarrassment, his face growing a little warmer. "I believe my true affections belong to another."

They are indeed lucky, Link signed, his ears drooping and gaze falling away, his disappointment clear. It was obvious he was misunderstanding Shad's words, which only flustered the scholar further.

"No, Link, I meant you," Shad blurted out, a hand immediately slapping itself over his mouth and his eyes widening. Link's eyes immediately darted to Shad's, searching intently for something, though Shad was unsure what exactly. Nothing about Link's face or posture gave a clue as to what he was thinking.

Like I said, Link finally signed after an unbearable amount of time. A goofy grin appeared on his face, his blue eyes shining happily as he nonchalantly signed, 'They are indeed lucky.'

All the air in Shad's lungs seemed to be sucked out by an invisible vacuum and he was left speechless. It took a few moments before Shad could finally find his voice and when he did, the words that he dared to speak came out in a hushed tone.

"So, you are the jealous type?"

Link's grin faded but his eyes remained as playful as ever. If Shad hadn't already been smitten, he would have sworn the look Link was giving him would do him in.

I am the most jealous type, he signed, sliding closer to Shad. The scholar could feel his nerves returning with full force as a battle calloused hand reached over and took his, their fingers lacing together gently. The hero could feel the red-head's nerves and wanted to make his feelings clear without pressuring the other man.

The long fingers of the other squeezed Link hand, reassuring him that the contact was welcome. Leaning in, Link placed a chaste kiss to Shad's cheek. Before the scholar's brain could completely shut down, Link unentwined his fingers from the other's tight grip and asked, Tell me about the books you've written.

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Babysitter

Steve x Reader

Notes: This originally started as a Kylo fic, but I'm in a super big Steve rut, so, here you go. I started on this ages ago- think June- and I had the urge to finish it.

Warnings: NSFW (Daddy kink, vaginal sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, squirting), age difference, slight underage (where I live, the reader is over the age of consent, so nothing illegal happens). Cursing. Do not read is any of the following warnings offend you.

Word Count: 5,334

Whenever you had started babysitting, it was only for neighbors or family friends. It was only with the older kids- roughly 6 to 9- and you’d pick them up after school and take them to their house, watch them until one of their parents came back, get paid, and go home. Apparently, people were impressed with how well you handled the children since you had parents reaching out to you, and not the other way around.

One particular client that stuck out was Steve. He was a single father, and he’d have you babysit his son, James, whenever he had to work nights, which required you staying at his house until the early hours of the morning. Originally you'd thought that your mother wouldn’t approve; he’s a grown man after all, and you would be over at his house until the sun came up, but she didn’t seem to think twice about it since he was her boss. You weren’t complaining though; how most clients paid a measly five dollars an hour, Steve would hand you a hundred dollar bill as you walked out the door and to your car. He’d always stand in the doorway and watch as you drove off, and he had requested you text him whenever you get home, so he would know you got home safe.

His son was by far your favorite child to watch over. He was named after one of Steve’s friends- James. He was a big kid for his age, only 6 years old and standing three inches over four feet, but it wasn’t surprising considering his father was a giant of a man. His hair was the same dirty blond hair as Steve's, but his face shared little to no resemblance to Steve’s. His eyes weren’t the endless blue pools, and his skin lacked the signature moles, so you figured he took mostly after his mother.

When it came to James’ mom, she was a neat mystery. You knew her name, which was Peggy, but other than that there was no sign of her being present in either of their lives. There were no pictures of her within his house, Steve didn’t wear a ring, and James rarely mentioned her; the only time he did was when he told you her name. You were curious about her but had half a mind to keep your curiosity to yourself. James didn’t seem to know much, and Steve? He was a sweet man, but you didn't want to overstep any boundaries.

You scraped the dirt out from under your nails as you waited for the final bell to ring; you were babysitting James tonight and had to pick him up from school. He had told you that some of the kids in his class had a crush on you, which you found comical. You had never thought yourself to be the prettiest girl; you didn’t have perfect hair or completely clear skin, or the never-ending legs that only models seem to have, but you did feel a bit flattered knowing that first graders thought you were cute.

You were pulled from your thoughts when someone tapped on your shoulder. You turned to see Mason, one of your friends, sitting behind you with a grin on his face.

“What?” You turned the rest of your body so you were sideways in your seat.

“Are you doing anything later tonight? I was thinking maybe we could play some Minecraft or something.”

You shook your head. “Sorry, I’m babysitting again tonight. Steve’s working late again, so I have to stay until late.” The bell rang, and you started to pack up your things when Mason scoffed.

“Babysitting? On the weekend? That’s tragic.” He patted your shoulder in mocked sympathy.

“Oh please, I’m getting paid to watch one of the sweetest kids and have access to practically unlimited food. It’s not that bad,” you said as the two of you walked down the hallway. “Besides, Steve’s house is so nice. It looks like something out of a movie.”

Mason rolled his eyes and adjusted the strap of his bag. “This guy sounds kinda creepy. He’s loaded, and his baby mama is nowhere to be seen? The only known person from his personal life is his friend, who he named his kid after. Only sketchy guys do that.”

You smacked his arm with a decent amount of force. “Just because he’s got money and doesn’t have many personal ties doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy. Maybe he’s just a loner type.”

“You say that now, but just wait until you find a body in his basement.”

He pushed open the door for you and walked with you to your car. “Look, I’ve got to hurry; I’m picking up Han from school.”

“Oh, I see. A six-year-old is more deserving of your time than I am. We’ve been friends longer than he’s been alive.” Mason held a smug smirk on his face as he crossed his arms.

It was your turn to roll your eyes at him. “You know it. Maybe we’ll get to play tomorrow, but I’ll text you in a bit.”

You got into your car and began to pull away when Mason called out, “Let me know when you find the body!”

“Hey, bud! How was school?”

You held open the door for James as he climbed into the backseat. He flashed you a smile, his lack of one front tooth on display.

“Good! We played kickball during recess, and my team won.”

You pulled out of the parking lot and began the drive to his house. “Well, I’m glad. Anything else happen?”

He unzipped his bag and pulled out a piece of paper. “In art class, we were painting with watercolors, and I made this.” He held out the paper for you to look at.

You glanced down at it for a second, since you had to pay attention to the road, but you smiled at what you saw. He had drawn himself, Steve, and you.

“That’s really good, James. Did you choose to paint that for a certain reason?”

He put the painting back in his bag. “We were supposed to paint our family, so I did.”

You looked up at him through the rearview mirror. He had his cute little smile on his face, and you felt one beginning to mirror on your own.

“That was very kind of you.”

The rest of the ride was pretty much uneventful. You stopped by the grocery store and picked up some drinks and some frozen pizza. Currently, you were popping the pizza into the oven as James babbled about the rest of his day.

“-and there’s this new boy at school- his name is Lucas- and he’s really cute. I’m thinking about asking him to be my boyfriend.” James didn’t even look up from his coloring book as he gushed about how cute this boy was.

“I think I’ll have to meet this boy first. I’m not sure if he’s worthy of the glorious James himself.” You sat down next to James and looked at what he was doing.

He looked up at you and handed you a few crayons. “Want to help me?”

“And ruin your masterpiece? I think you should handle this one.” You rested your head against your hand as you watched him color.

“I can give you a piece to color!” Before you could say otherwise, he ripped out the next page and handed it to you. You chuckled and picked up a blue crayon.

“You just want to prove that you’re a better colorer than me, don’t you?” You looked up to see James struggling to suppress a smile.

“Maybe.”

“I’m afraid it is time for bed, buddy.”

He let out an exaggerated whine. “Just a little longer, please?”

You rolled your eyes. “You said that fifteen minutes ago. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You placed your hand on his back and ushered him to his room. Once he was all settled in, you began to stand when he grabbed your wrist.

“What is it, bud?”

He had a mischievous smile on his face. “I think my dad likes you.”

You gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I hope he does. He’s paying me to watch you.”

James shook his head. “I mean, likes like you. He thinks you’re pretty, and you are.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. Sure, you thought that Steve was attractive, who didn’t? The fact was that you were still a minor; granted, almost eighteen but not for a few more months, and this man was at least in his mid-thirties.

“What makes you say that?”

“Sometimes I hear him say your name when he thinks I’m sleeping. He sounds like he’s running or something. It’s weird, but I think it means he likes you.”

Your heart began to pump wildly. This man gets off thinking about you? The logical part of your brain told you that you should leave, find this disgusting, but a part deep inside you felt heat begin to simmer at your core.

“Well, regardless if he likes me or not, you need to go to bed.” You turn on his nightlight before kissing his forehead. “Goodnight, buddy.”

You couldn’t get James’ words out of your head.

Steve liked you? It was wrong, but it felt good, too.

God, listen to you ramble about your client. He probably doesn’t even look at you that way. Even if he did, he definitely wouldn’t go around telling his son about it.

You groaned and flopped down on the couch. What were you supposed to do now? Usually, you’d sleep, but your core was too warm and tingly for that. You need to get over this crush. You grabbed the remote off of the coffee table and turned on the TV, hoping that the noise would distract you from your aching arousal.

It didn’t.

Halfway through the episode of Criminal Minds, you gave in and slipped your hand down the front of your shorts and underwear. Your fingertips skimmed over your moist folds, and you held back a small moan. Your index finger slipped down to your clit, and you made small, soft circles around it, before moving your middle finger down to your entrance.

You ceased the attention on your clit as you sank your finger into your pussy, and you gasped. You were imagining Steve slipping his long, thick fingers deep inside you. Your walls clenched down on your finger, and then you slipped in a second.

"Steve..." You couldn't stop his name from slipping out, but it felt so right.

You sped up your fingers, but your shorts were restricting your movements, so with your free hand, you reached down and pushed them off your hips along with your underwear.

You lied on Steve's sofa naked from the waist down, the only thing covering you is a small throw blanket.

In your daydream, Steve had you pinned down as he pounded into you while whispering filthy things in your ear, calling you his little girl.

"Daddy!" you gasped as your fingers curled into a spot deep inside you, causing you to see stars. The knot in your stomach was threatening to snap. "Daddy, Steve, I'm gonna-"

"Cum?" At the sound of Steve's voice, you screeched and yanked your hand away from your core.

"Oh! Um, Steve, hi?" You didn't need a mirror to know your face was beet red- from being so close to release and being caught. "I didn't expect you back so early." God, why do you have to sound so out of breath?!

"I'm not early. I'm late if anything." Steve pointed at the large clock on the wall, and he was right; it was almost one in the morning. "But I see you were too distracted to notice."

You didn't think your face could get any hotter, but it did. There was no denying that he caught you knuckle-deep in your cunt.

"I-I'm so sorry you had to see-"

"Do you do this every time?" His face was intense, but you couldn't read it.

Your heart was in your throat. He thought that you've done this before? Fuck, he's probably going to make you leave. He'll probably tell your mom, too.

"N-no, sir! I swear! I don't-"

"Sir? I thought you preferred Daddy." Steve began to stalk towards you, his eyes more intense than his face. They were almost completely black with lust, and the crotch of his pants was pulled tight.

"Wha-what are you doing?" you squeaked as he stopped before you. You clutched the blanket with dear life- you still were completely bottomless.

"What does it look like I'm doing, little one?" He grasped the edge of the blanket and ripped it off your body.

You yelped in and attempted to grab it, but it was too late. He had already thrown it to the other side of the room and left you exposed. With a whimper, you crossed your legs to cover your exposed sex, but Steve tutted.

"Now, now, little one, you don't get to fingerfuck yourself in my house and then act innocent. Spread your legs; Daddy wants to see how naughty you've been."

You whimpered again and hesitated. When Steve noticed you weren't making any move to uncross your legs, he sighed.

"If you don't do as Daddy says, he'll have to take you over his knee and spank that pretty little ass until it's nice and red. Do you want that, little one?"

You couldn't fight the wanton moan at the thought of him spanking you, and Steve chuckled.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" His voice was velvet and thick- it made your cunt ache.

You uncrossed your ankles and let your knees fall open. You watched Steve lift one of your ankles to his mouth and press a kiss to the inside of it.

"Such a good little kitten. Now let's see how bad you've been." Steve rested your ankle against his shoulder while the other stayed dangling off the side of the couch. he shifted so his face was closer to your cunt, and with his free hand, he slowly spread your slick folds.

You felt erotic spread before him. He could see everything, and his expression was hard to read.

"You're fucking soaked, little one. You're such a dirty little girl." You met Steve's eyes and watched as he lowered his head to your cunt. He pressed a gentle kiss to your mound before sitting back on his heels.

One of the fingers he used to spread your lips slipped down to your entrance and slowly dipped inside. You gasped as the thick digit spread your walls, and you mewled when he curled it.

"Feel good, little one? Does Daddy's finger feel good in your pretty little cunt?" He slipped another inside and you cried out. "Answer me, kitten. How do my fingers feel in your tight pussy?"

"S-so good, Daddy!" you moaned as he slowly pumped them into your slick opening.

After a particularly loud moan, you remembered where you were, and who you were with. You gasped and tried to sit up, but Steve pressed a hand to your lower stomach and held you down.

"Steve, we can't-"

"No, no, kitten. You call me Daddy, okay? Now, try again like a good girl." He stood up, and braced himself over you with the hand he had used to hold you down on the back of the couch. His fingers quickened their pace to were they were practically pulsing inside you.

"Daddy, plea-please!" You knew what an orgasm felt like, and this feeling was similar but much more intense. You could feel a pressure building in your bladder.

"Please, what, little one? Tell me what you want. Ask like a good girl." His voice was pure sin, and his impossibly fast fingers sped up.

The pumping of his digits created the slick sound, and your cunt felt like it was on fire. The pressure was almost unbearable. "I wanna cum! Please, Daddy, let me cum!" You didn't even sound like yourself anymore; your voice was airy and thin to the point where your words were just moans.

Steve chuckled darkly. "Cum, little one. Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy." As if he had spoken your climax into existence, you came. Hard. Harder than you ever had before.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your orgasm crested, and the pressure released. Fluids soaked your shirt and Steve's hand, and you would have gasped in horror if you were crashing from your high.

When your climax faded, you opened your eyes to Steve sticking his fingers in his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. When he caught your eyes, he smirked and sat down on the couch beside you.

When Steve began pulling you to his lap, you tried to shove him away, but he grabbed your wrist and tugged you to his chest.

"Good girl, you're such a good girl, baby. You did so well." He cradled you in his arms and rocked you back and forth.

You gently pushed yourself from his embrace and looked at him with round eyes. "Steve..."

"Hush, kitten. Let me hold you." His fingers traced invisible lines under your shirt, causing you to shiver. He gently gripped the bottom of your shirt and tugged. "Up, little one."

You slowly stretched your shaky arms above your head and let Steve pull your top over your head. He tossed the clothing aside and grasped you by the forearms.

"You're so beautiful, little one." His eyes skimmed over your body before meeting your gaze. They burned with such intensity that you had to look away.

You shifted in his lap and accidentally brushed your knee against his crotch, and he hissed. For a split second, you'd thought you'd hurt him, but the look in his eyes told you otherwise.

"Steve..."

He shushed you by placing a small kiss on your lips. His lips were soft and tasted vaguely of mint and something else unknown. He cupped the back of your head and tugged your hair, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and you barely opened your mouth to let him in.

His tongue caressed yours, and you moaned. Steve echoed you, before parting himself from your lips. A shiny string of spit kept the two of you connected but broke when he leaned back.

"Here is what's going to happen, little one. I'm going to take you to my room, and I'm going to fuck you until your legs are numb. I'm going to fill your sweet little cunt up so you'll feel me for days. But, if you don't want that, you have to tell me. Once I start, I'm not going to stop until your belly is swollen with my cum." His eyes were intense, and you gulped. His hand snaked between your legs and thumbed your clit.

You whined at the overstimulation, and he chuckled and added more pressure.

"Answer me, kitten. Do you want me to stop?"

A part of you wanted to give in, let him fuck your brains out, but you hesitated. This wasn't entirely legal, and you were entirely comfortable with the idea of sleeping with him. You were still a virgin, and though you would say you were saving it for someone special, you weren't eager to have sex- especially with someone who was over two decades older than you.

"I... I don't..." Your cheeks flushed as you stumbled over your words, and Steve chuckled.

"You're thinking too much, little one. It's yes or no. Don't think, just feel." Steve's hand fell from your scalp to your cheek as he looked at you with such a tenderness that your heart melted.

Don't think.

Just feel.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. In less than a second, Steve wrapped his arms around your waist and devoured your mouth with his.

Steve lifted you off of the couch, and you cupped his face in between your hands as he began to move towards the stairs. He stopped halfway to press your back against the wall. He gripped your ass with such strength you wouldn't doubt bruises being there tomorrow. His tongue slipped down your throat, and you timidly began to suckle on the warm muscle. He groaned and continued his ascent to his room.

You were too caught up in his kisses to notice him throwing his bedroom door open, for the next thing you knew was being tossed on his bed. You squeaked as you bounced, but watched Steve with half-lidded eyes and heated cheeks as he ripped off his shirt; his abdominal muscles shifted as he moved.

Steve undid the buckle of his belt and let his pants fall, leaving him in only his boxers as he crawled over you. His broad shoulders made you feel so small as they boxed you underneath him. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.

"I can't get over how beautiful you are, kitten. So fucking beautiful." Lust practically dripped off of his words. He pressed a quick kiss on your lips before he descended down your jaw and throat.

Your mewls of pleasure were soft but grew in volume the farther he went down your neck.

He stopped at the swell of your breasts, and you waited with bated breath for his next move. His teeth sunk into the tender flesh, and you cried out at the pain. Steve sucked harshly against the skin, groaning at the sounds you made.

He repeated the process three more times, each hickey just as large and dark as the first.

"You look even better with my mark on you," Steve growled as he pressed gentle kisses on your breasts. His tongue began to draw little circles over your right nipple before he closed his mouth over the pebble. His tongue lapped over your peak, suckling and nipping softly before switching to the other.

Your legs shook at the stimuli, and your cries began to grow louder. Steve let go of your nipple with a 'pop' and left open-mouthed kisses up to your lips.

"You need to be quiet, little girl. Don't want to wake up James, do we?"

At the mention of his son, you attempted to sit up, but Steve pushed you back down to the bed.

"No, no, baby. Daddy isn't done with you." He pressed a deep, sloppy kiss on your lips before he began to slide down your body. He let go of your wrists in favor of your knees. He pushed them to the sides and slid down in between the space. Your breath caught in your throat as his hands slid up your thighs and inched closer to your core.

"I'm dying to taste you, kitten. Will you let Daddy eat your pretty cunt?" Steve punctuated the request with a brush of his lips over your folds.

You nodded, but Steve just stared at you expectingly.

"Use your words, little one."

You gulped. "Please, Daddy."

He shook his head and started to back away from the center of your thighs. "Please, what? You're a smart little girl. Tell me what you want."

"Daddy, please..." Your voice shook as you watched him. His eyes lit up encouragingly, so you continued. "Please, taste me."

Steve inched back towards your pussy. His fingers slid up and parted your folds. "Taste you where, baby girl?"

You dropped your head down to the pillow and whimpered. "My cunt! Daddy, please, I can't-"

He cut you off by licking a long strip between your folds. You squealed when the tip of his tongue flicked your clit, and he wrapped his lips around it as he suckled. Two of his fingers plunged into you, stretching your walls. They curled into a rough patch over and over again.

Your hands tangled themselves in his hair and pulled him closer, and he groaned.

"You taste divine, little one. Absolutely delicious," Steve growled, the vibrations going straight to your bundle of nerves.

The pressure building was becoming overwhelming, and Steve could feel you clenching around his fingers.

"No-!" You gasped as Steve pulled his fingers out of you and sat up. He smirked as he licked your slick off of his fingers, all the while keeping eye contact with you.

"I want to feel you come with me inside you," he whispered and proceeded to shed his underwear.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size of his cock; you didn't even think you could fully wrap your fingers around him.

He smirked when he saw your expression. "Don't worry; it'll fit, kitten." He lowered himself back between your legs and wrapped them around his hips. Steve looked down between your bodies and positioned his tip at your entrance.

He pushed in, the head settling firmly inside you, and you gasped. You'd never felt this full, and you'd barely taken any of him.

Steve pushed even further, and he groaned. "Fuck, baby girl. You feel so fucking good." His head dropped down to your shoulder as he panted.

You whimpered with each inch that slipped inside, and your fingernails dug into the fleshy muscles of his shoulders.

Steve finally settled to the hilt, and your thighs quaked at the stretch. He shifted your legs from his hips and pulled them over his shoulders as he sat up.

"I want to see you, little one. Fuck, you're gorgeous." He sounded winded and breathless, and you mewled.

"Please, Daddy, fuck me!" you begged, and he chuckled.

"Anything for you, kitten." He slowly shifted his hips backward, but slammed them back down on yours a second later.

The sudden movement jostled you, and you cried when the tip of his cock brushed deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Steve dropped down to his elbows and pounded down into you. With your knees were pushed up against your chest, he reached even deeper than before.

"You're taking me so fucking deep, little one. I'm going to fill you up so fucking good," he panted as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. The gentle kiss he placed on your lips was a sharp contrast of the brutal pace of his hips.

The pressure building in your core grew stronger and stronger, and your heart fluttered. Your moans turned into cries, and Steve went even harder.

"Don't you cum, baby girl. Don't you fucking cum without asking," Steve growled in your ear before he flipped you over.

You didn't have time to react before he slid his cock back into you. His pace was tenfold of what it was earlier.

Steve grabbed your neck and pulled you back to his chest. "Your little cunt is clenching around me, sweetheart. Are you going to cum?" His voice was mockingly sweet, and you nodded blindly.

"Daddy, please! I wanna cum!" If you were in your right mind, you would have scolded yourself for sounding so whiny, but you were so close to orgasm that you didn't- or couldn't- care.

"Oh, you'll get to cum, little girl." His free hand snaked down to your pussy, and he pinched and tugged at your clit.

Your hands latched on to his wrist, your body shaking at the stimulation. Your loins tingled and burned the higher your climax built.

"Cum, little one. Cum on Daddy's cock."

You cried out, and if it weren't for Steve holding you up, you would have fallen face-first in the bed. Your thighs quivered, your lungs squeezed, and your eyes threatened to roll back into your skull. You threw your head back against his shoulder, and as you were coming down from your high, you heard Steve growl before an unnatural heat filled your belly.

As Steve gently laid the two of you on the bed- him on his back, and you lying on his chest, you could feel a slickness pooling in between your thighs. He wrapped you up in his arms, and your ear rested over his heart. It was still fast, but with each deep breath he took, you could feel it begin to slow down.

The two of you sat in soft silence, and you looked up at him when he began stroking your hair.

His eyes were full of adoration, and you felt your heart clench. His hair was wild, and you assumed yours wasn't much better.

"What?" you asked quietly, your voice conveying your curiosity.

"Nothing, kitten. Just appreciating your beauty." Steve smiled and leaned down towards you. You shifted to meet his lips in a deep kiss, his tongue stroking yours slowly.

When he pulled away, your eyes slipped shut as you rested your head back over his heart.

"How was that for your first time?"

You snapped your eyes open at his words and your head popped up. You furrowed your brows, and he smiled.

"You're a dead giveaway, kitten. It doesn't take a genius to know that I just popped your cherry."

You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled in your throat. Steve looked at you with a sweet curiosity.

"What, baby?" Steve pressed another gentle kiss to your lips.

"It's just no one says that anymore." Your giggles grew louder, and his smile turned into a smirk.

"Is that so, little one?" He pressed another kiss to your mouth.

"You're not mad?" you asked quietly, and his eyes softened.

"Why would I be mad?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, little one. I was one, too, at one point."

You couldn't fight the laugh. "It's hard to imagine you being a virgin."

He looked puzzled. "How so?"

You shook your head and smirked. "Seriously? You look like a walking sex god, and as far as I'm concerned, you are."

Steve threw his head back in a hearty laugh. His chest vibrated under your hands, and you joined in.

Your cheeks burned from laughing so much, but you stopped when reality hit you.

What now?

Steve noticed that you'd grown quiet, and sighed. "What's wrong, baby?"

You slowly met his eyes, and you gulped. Your fingers toyed with the hair on his chest. "What happens now?"

He shrugged, and you huffed. You removed yourself from his arms and shifted to the end of the bed.

"What're you doing?"

You didn't even look back at him as you grabbed his shirt and pulled it over your head. "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're upset. So, sit down and we can talk about it." You heard Steve shift, and a second later his arms snaked around your waist.

You leaned back into his chest and sighed. "It's just... what do we do know? Where do we go from here?" You twisted around in his arms to face him and grasped his face. "I'm really interested in you, Steve. I don't want this to be a one-time thing, but I also don't want to do this if you're just in it for my body."

Steve shook his head and gave you a sad smile. "I'm sorry that I gave you the impression I was using you, 'cause I'm interested in you, too. I know this isn't the most legal thing I've ever done, but I want to be with you, sweetheart." Steve pressed a kiss to your forehead and sighed. "As for now? Well, the metaphorical now is that we're going to see where this relationship goes. If you're okay with that, of course."

Steve gave you a cheeky smile, one that you returned with a blush.

"As for the actual now, I still have a promise to fulfill." A mischievous grin stretched over his face and you gulped.

"What promise?"

He hesitated, and his smirk grew. "To fuck you 'till your legs are numb."

#Steve Rogers #steve #steve is hot #captain america #steve x reader #steve x you #alternate universe #original character #au #age difference #size difference #babysitting #oneshot #reader insert #steve rogers x reader #fanfiction #fan fic

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glenncoco4 · 4 years

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Time to Play

A/N: Chapter 4 of What Happens Next?

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They just left dinner with her parents and are finishing up the night with a walk along the pier. There’s a slight chill in the air which is surprising for July night in LA. Her arms are wrapped around his waist and one of his is thrown over her shoulders.

Once they reach the end, Kensi rests her head against his shoulder. The pair looks over at a group of surfers as they ride the evening waves of the Pacific.

Marty brings his lips to the crown of her head, inhaling the scent that is so uniquely her. His wife in his arms and the ocean breeze bouncing off the ocean brings a content smile to the lawyer’s face. “I love you, wife.”

“I love you, husband.”

After a few minutes of watching everything going on around them, a light bulb goes off in Marty’s head. He pulls away from her and grabs hold of her hand, leading them back down the pier.

She’s pulled through a small crowd, taking a few sharp turns here and there wondering what on earth her husband has up his sleeve. A few more steps and they come to an abrupt stop, she looks up and discovers why.

Once they reach the entrance of the Ferris Wheel, the blonde looks over at his wife and is met with a radiant smile. He knew about her love for the attraction and made it a point to find one in whatever city they were in, would take her to it and they would take relaxing rides over and over again.

Somehow they got lucky enough to catch it without a line so they make their way up the ramp to the ride. Kensi sits down in the capsule, her husband on the other hand stops to give the operator a handshake and whispers something in his ear before joining her.

“What was that about?”

“You’ll see.”

The wheel stops once they reach the very top and its breathtaking to say the least. Sun setting, cotton candy skies and her snuggled up with the man who makes everything better. “So I kinda have a present for you.”

“For me? But, baby, it’s your birthday.”

She reaches over his waist and grabs his hand that’s furthest away from her. “It’s a present for me, too.”

Marty’s brow furrows in confusion as he watches her take his left hand and pull it across his body. He’s obviously lost because they were talking about presents and now she has his calloused palm resting against her stomach.

Her eyes bore into his, hoping that he understands what she’s saying without actually say it. Marty shrugs at his inability to put two and two together. He’s a lawyer for god sakes, he should be able to get this.

Huffing a sigh of annoyance, Kensi realizes that she’ll have to spell it out for her unsuspecting love. “Baby, meet baby.”

“Ba-baby? As in-“

The sheen of tears that are held in his wife’s beautiful eyes tells him his answer. His face turns from shock to awe to pure elation when he realizes that there’s a baby growing just under where is palm lays. Their baby. He attempts to jump up but is thankfully stopped by the cross bar, earning a laugh from the brunette.

She laughs as he excitedly presses his lips against hers, but with the grins plastered to both of their faces it’s more teeth than lips which makes them laugh even harder. Marty brings his hand up to her face, cupping her jaw as he places his forehead against hers. He basks in the moment of serenity, holding his hold world in the palm of his hand. “A baby.”

Tears run down her cheek as she sees the pure unadulterated love shine in his eyes. They’re really doing this. They’re having a baby. “A baby.”

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“Kens, are you-“ The brunette pauses as her partner bends over and expels the contents of her stomach onto the grassy patch next to them.

She wipes her mouth with the handkerchief that she now keeps in her pocket for this specific reason. After cleaning her face off, the mother to be turns towards her partner with a small smile.

“Do you know who the father is?”

“That’s the thing-“

Talia cuts her off before she even hears her answer. “So you don’t know.”

Shaking her head, Kensi huffs a laugh at how inaccurate that statement truly is. “I do. Believe me I do, but I haven’t been totally honest with you.”

“Okayyy.”

“You see, I-I’m married.”

The brunette’s in the middle of taking a sip of water when her eyes go wide in shock, doing a spit take at her friend’s words. “You’re, what?”

A wry smile spreads to her face at how caught off guard her partner is. Damn, I am a good actor. “Yeah, that single, party girl stuff, that’s not me.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not.”

“How long?”

“A little over a year now.”

“But what about that guy?”

It’s Kensi’s turn to be confused.

Seeing the confusion displayed on her face, Talia realizes that she’s gonna have to remind her of their night out. Damn, guy must not be that memorable. “The guy you met at the bar last month when we went out. I mean you two were all over each other before the night was over and I for sure saw you get in a cab and go home with him.”

“I did go home with him.”

“Does your husband know?”

“He does.”

“How did he take it?”

“He was deliriously happy.”

“What?”

“He’s always wanted to be a dad and we’ve always wanted to have a family.”

The agent shakes her head at her coworker’s ability to deflect. At least she thinks that’s what she’s doing. “That’s great, sweetie, but I’m talking about the news about going home with that guy.”

“Oh, yeah, he took that pretty great, too.”

“He what now?”

“Talia, that guy was my husband Marty.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“So why the secrecy?”

Kensi sighs. I guess it’s finally time to let the cat out of the bag. “Both our jobs can be quite dangerous so we decided to keep our marriage on a need to know basest at work.”

“But why at the bar?”

A lewd grins spreads to the soon to be mother’s face, remembering that one night a few weeks ago. “Hey, just because I’m married doesn’t mean I don’t like a little role play.”

Some night a few weeks ago

They’re sitting on the couch, watching meaningless tv as she reads an incoming text. “Hey, do you feel like going out tonight?”

He turns towards his love with a smile. “Sure. Where does my lady want to go?”

“Well, Talia actually invited me out.”

“I thought we were keeping our marriage on the down low.”

“We are.”

His eyes quirk when he realizes where this might be going. “Kensi Deeks, what do you have going on in that beautiful brain of yours?”

“We’re going to a bar.”

“Yeah.” He brings his lips to her ear, whispering while he nibbles at her skin.

“I could wear a tight little dress.”

“God, yes.” He throws his leg over her waist, now straddling her hips.

She moans when his hardness presses against her stomach. “You could come in wearing your skinny jeans and that tight black v-neck that I love so much.”

“Oh?”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

“How will we keep our hands off of each other?”

“Talia thinks I have a bit of a wild side so she’ll see us meet and think nothing of it when you take me out onto the dance floor and dance with me.”

“And what dance would that be?”

“The horizontal tango of sorts.”

“Damn, I love your dirty mind.”

She runs her fingers through his golden locks as his lips continue their ministrations against her neck. “It loves you, too.”

….

They’re sitting at the bar, watching the dance floor as everyone lets their inhibitions flow. Neither of them have enough beers in them to get in on the action yet. Talia looks across the room and pauses at the sight of a man eye fucking her partner.

He doesn’t give off a creepy vibe but something about the gleam in his eyes perplexes her and then he starts walking towards them. “Hot blonde coming up behind you.”

Kensi’s eyes pinch at her partner’s words, trying to play off the fact that she could feel him undressing her with his eyes from across the room. She feels the look most of the time she’s around him unless she’s already undressed that is. The brunette’s lost in thought as their hot naked bodies pressed against each other plays out in her mind and then she hears his voice.

“Did it hurt?”

“Did what hurt?” She turns and is met with the mesmerizing cerulean blues that are the frequent star of her dreams.

“When you fell from heaven.”

She tilts her head to the side, the glint in her eye telling him that he better buckle up. “Did you just call me Satan?”

“Wha-what? No! No, I just-I” He starts to ramble, unsure of how he’ll get himself out of this, but on the inside, oh on the inside his heart does a million somersaults at her quick little retort and the laugh that follows.

She laughs at his uncomfortableness, she really loves it when she catches him off guard. He plays along perfectly and gives her an uneasy smile. Gesturing towards the empty chair next to hers, he asks to join her.

“Hi, I’m Marty.”

She takes his hand and the spark as they come skin to skin runs throughout her body. “Kensi.”

“Kensi. Strong name.”

“Thank, I kinda came with it.”

“Well, it suits you.”

20 minutes later they’re out on the dance floor grinding on one another. Talia watches from across the room and if it weren’t for the time difference she would start to wonder if they were extras in Dirty Dancing.

His hands find her hips as she presses her ass against him. He can’t control himself against her advances and quickly spins her around, crashing his lips against hers. Their tongues begin to duel, the base in the music only urges them to continue their onslaught of passion.

Meanwhile across the bar, Talia’s mouth is agape in shock at how forward her partner truly is. She’s only known Kensi for a few months but she never suspected her to be this forward.

They finally part when air becomes a necessity, he brings his forehead to hers as they continue to dance up against each other.

Kensi sees that his eyes have grown dark as time passes and really wants to get him home. They’ve had their fun, but now she really wants to have some fun. Standing on her tip toes, she brings her lips to his ear, her voice low and seductive. “How about we go have some real fun?” She nips at his earlobe, earning a growl from him.

He brings his lips to hers once again in a more feverish kiss and playfully nips at her bottom lip before she’s dragging him back over to the bar.

“Hey, I don’t mean to ditch you but-“

Talia waves her off, not the least bit offended. She does however decide to call it a night herself and walks out with the “new” couple.

Kensi hops in the cab with Marty following in after her. She turns to look out the back window and sends her partner a wink.

When cab driver pull up into the driveway, Kensi decides it might be a little fun to continue this little game. “Oh, your house is so beautiful. Does it have a jacuzzi tub?”

“Why yes it does. I may even have a few candles and some bubbles as well.”

“Wow, you’re kinda romantic.”

“My wife doesn’t seem to mind it.”

Kensi smiles, bringing her lips to his.“She doesn’t mind it. She doesn’t it one bit.”

There’s suddenly a clearing of a throat and…“Look, could you two take this outside. I need to get back to work.”

They pull back from their kiss and try to stifle their laughter as Marty hands the cabbie some bills and pulls his wife out of the car.

She takes off her heels, catching him off guard as she starts to run up the path and towards the front door. She looks over her shoulder at him and shouts. “Last one naked has to eat chocolate off the other!”

The million watt smile that spreads to his face is just a glimpse of how she makes him feel everyday. He takes off running and quickly catches up to her in the foyer. Slamming the door closed, they begin to shed their clothes and the second part of their night finally begins.

Talia throws her arm over her partner’s shoulder, letting out a humorous laugh. “I didn’t think you were a prude or anything but dear god, Kinky Kensi is very accurate.”

A blush rises to her cheeks at her friend’s incredibly precise depiction of her life with her husband. What can she say other than, she loves her man and his body.

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Deeks #Marty Deeks #What Happens Next?#NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic #AU #Talia DelCampo

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fistsoflightning · 4 years

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and there’s no place like home for the holidays

merry chrimma, @to-the-voiceless! i’m your secret santa this year for @aetherstitch‘s exchange, and i heard you wanted some mushy starlight fic? :3

(i am... late. sorry. aymeric refused to finish in time and that’s when i realized my arrogance in believing i could pull this off to a degree i liked b4 christmas evening...)

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“Ser,” Lucia says among the thick silence of the Borel manor kitchen. “Perhaps this is a bit… excessive?”

Aymeric, seated in front of a good amount of books detailing Doman culture for gifts and holidays, rests his head in his weary hands and sighs. Lucia nudges his cup of tea towards him before leaning back, continuing her light reading as he slowly accepts the unsweetened tea. She may be right, but then how long would it take to come up with a new idea for a present?

“Your time may be better spent perusing the Jeweled Crozier, Ser. Finding something Doman in nature at this time of year may be harder than you think without one of the Warriors to retrieve it for you.” Lucia says as she flips another page in her book. Something about the mishaps of two Gridanian children as they search for the meaning of Starlight or whatnot. According to Lucia, Hilda had recommended the tale after it made its rounds through the Temple Knights.

“‘Tis true, but I feel something nostalgic would be more welcome than a trinket so easily found.” Aymeric squints at some detailed drawing in the book directly beneath his face, noting the plum trees and shallow lakes. What a breathtaking sight. “Perhaps I could call upon Madame Tataru’s connections…”

Lucia, for all her patience, scoffs at his latest idea, sliding a bookmark in-between pages and setting her book on the counter. Aymeric looks up in the corners of his eyes to see her endearingly irritated, as Lumelle once had called it.

“I had also thought Lady Hanami would appreciate most anything you’d choose just for her. A gift need not be perfect to give someone joy, and I fail to think a gift less than a reminder of home would displease her.” Lucia says as Aymeric lifts his head from his hands, eyes brightening up at the small amount of hope Lucia has given him; really, he shouldn’t have been so pessimistic in the first place.

“I… suppose. Mayhaps I overthought this time.” Aymeric sheepishly looks around at the number of books that he’s taken from the Scions’ library to further his own research. Hopefully a delivery moogle will be willing to take these back to Tataru.

“As you do. There is no shame in wanting to give someone you love the best, but.” Lucia taps the corners of her eyes while looking straight at Aymeric. “That is also what brings stress during Starlight for most.”

As the clock in Aymeric’s kitchen strikes four in the afternoon, Lucia and he laugh at the idea of “beautiful” Aymeric gaining wrinkles from stress despite all the paperwork awaiting him in the Congregation office, and then immediately shoot to their feet, realizing it is four and they are expected back at the Congregation for another meeting in no later than five minutes.

Aymeric has time to decide on a present to give. He will be fine.

It is a good two weeks or so of dedicated paperwork filing and controlling the eager lords in debate until Aymeric has the chance to continue looking for the perfect gift to give Hanami. He had hoped to find more time between his duties as Speaker and Lord Commander with Handeloup and Lucia’s wonderful assistance, but the newer lords of the minor Houses are much too determined for shortened gatherings, or lengthened vacations. The fact that the House of Lords was even on winter break now was owned to House Fortemps and Haillenarte finally putting down their foot and stopping the younger lords from continuing to throw rhetoric like bricks at Aymeric.

“Holiday shopping at the last moment, my lord? I thought you more prepared.” Hilda sneaks around the yellow canvas of the floral stand as Aymeric tiredly looks at a few colorful gladiolus. Would it be to Hanami’s tastes if he were to get flowers? Or would that be in poor taste of her name?

“Our House of Lords has finally taken winter break, and none too soon. I haven’t the time between the moments until now to truly look around.” Aymeric says without looking to meet ruby red eyes, Hilda soon joining him at admiring the floral displays of some poor merchant who’d have the misfortune to walk away at the moment they come around. Shame; Aymeric very much would have preferred the help of a professional.

After a few more moments of dizzying himself with cotton candy pinks and blizzard ice blues, Hilda slowly takes his arm and tugs him away from the flowers and towards rich and warm smells. For a small machinist lady, she is rather strong…

“Wouldn’t hurt to have a bite, eh? Might help you think, with that cookbook of a brain you’ve got!” Hilda points out, clearly remembering when he made rounds in the Brume with holiday cookies from last week. “Heard Lord Francel fancies the new pineapple fritters Miss Norlaise has got, if you’re interested.”

The smell of sweet pineapples is surely tempting as they approach Madame Norlaise’s stall, a small crowd of children gathering round for warm cookies or small cakes to bring home and devour. Aymeric steps behind a small group of three excited children as they receive their box of candied fruits, waiting patiently as they cry a jumbled ‘thank you!’ to Madame Norlaise just before leaving. Hilda laughs as she watches them scrabble a little, all wanting part of the sweets.

“Good day, Ser! Something warm catch your fancy?” Norlaise lifts up a jar of candied berries as he takes a second glance at her small display. “Mayhaps a gift box for a beloved?”

Aymeric chuckles as he takes a sack of gil from his pocket. “Something warm, aye. A serving of pineapple fritters, if you would.”

He places down enough money for two when he finally counts out the gil, and Norlaise raises an eyebrow before Aymeric tilts his head slightly to where Hilda stands, still watching as some of the children come back around in caroling outfits. She nods as she turns to get to work, leaving Aymeric to enjoy the children singing and Hilda clapping as they finish. Perhaps he could take Hanami to listen to the Ishgardian choir in the Vault; ah, but her horn…

Madame Norlaise sets down two small boxes of fritters in front of him, smelling heavenly and adorned with ribbons to look like twinkleboxes, ready to be unwrapped. “Your order, Ser. Do have a wonderful day, and happy Starlight!”

Aymeric nods, taking his purchase over to Hilda and placing one of the two boxes into her hands. Her eyes grow wide, lighting up quite like fireflies as she eagerly unwraps the steaming fritters.

With that, Aymeric has the pleasure of Hilda’s continued company as he goes to the jeweler’s stall (all things Hanami could easily outdo with her own goldsmithing skills), then to the armorer’s (“Who buys their partner armor for Starlight, ser?”), and then, after all else fails, back to the baker’s stall as Hilda once again reminds him that he could bake something.

“Her disdain for sweets prevents me from doing much else than bread,” Aymeric rambles as he racks his brain for something that might well work as a present. Bread just seems… half-hearted to him, with how many times he’s made it with her watching patiently behind. “A challenge of my skills may very well be in order.”

“S’not that hard to make a sweet treat sour, my lord.” Hilda says with part of a fritter still in her mouth, pointing at the display that Norlaise has across from them. Specifically, she points at a lemon and rolanberry pie, steaming from its stand and decorated with bright white whipped cream. “Lucia said the pie drew a shocking similarity to lemonade; doesn’t seem all that hard either. If you fancy a challenge after the verbal whipping some of the other highborns gave you, I’d say you’ve come to like punishing yourself.”

Aymeric sighs, shaking his head as Hilda laughs at his misery; she’d seen the younger of the lords chase him through Foundation to the Pillars in an attempt to finish their points despite two of the older lords telling them off already. He’d listened to them, certainly, and then forgotten them almost completely after getting home to a good book and Mandragora.

As he returns to flipping through mental baking ideas, Hilda gives him a small wave and wanders off, clearly intent to return to her city guard duties with her remaining fritters. He stays against the wall opposite of Madame Norlaise’s stand with his own fritters much like a gargoyle for a good bell as he thinks, rethinks, and ruffles his hair. The smells are all melting together in his head, and imagining something not so sugary sweet as the snow mounds some of the children walk past with is starting to become difficult, so Aymeric, tired and still presentless, walks home in thick, fluffy snow.

He has one last day to decide on what to give her. He will be fine.

The very next morning Aymeric realizes he does not, in fact, have a full day to figure it out.

He goes on a morning trip to the Jeweled Crozier to grab a bite—his steward is taking the day off for family—and to perhaps peruse the markets in needless worry for something that might be a better present to give, and as with the last few days, he leaves the Crozier with naught but groceries and a basket of oranges—he was so caught up in finding a gift before the day was done that he bought citrus instead of cranberries. No matter; Hanami had seemed to like the last set of oranges he’d left out in the kitchen, so perhaps she’d scoff these down with the same fervor.

And then Aymeric runs into the captor of his thoughts in the aetheryte plaza when running a small errand to the Temple Knights stationed at Saint Reinette Forum, accompanied by two who appeared to be—from where he stood about thirty yalms away—Lunya and Zaya.

The gala wasn’t until late that evening, and Aymeric was under the impression that the three of them would not be arriving until closer to four in the afternoon! Had he heard Hanami wrong all those weeks ago?

Lunya points Aymeric out to the other two Warriors as he remains in a standstill, debating whether or not to run in order to buy himself more time to think, but Hanami runs over much too quickly with her hands keeping a dress garment cover from flying off into the light snow. From under the plastic cover, Aymeric swears he’d caught a glimpse of silken pink fabric, but with how Hanami’s sworn off the color pink from here on out, he might simply have mistaken a bit of red for pink.

“You are out early.” Hanami says, coldfire eyes blazing bright and pinched at the corners; perhaps she was more tired than she’d prefer to show? “Do you still have work to do? Is that kid from House Dzmael stretching your meetings again?”

“Nay, we’ve already entered our winter break.” Aymeric says, waving politely at Zaya and Lunya as they make to leave through teleporting behind Hanami. “Albeit later than usual. Would you like to accompany me home, or do you have other plans for right now?”

Hanami shakes her head, falling in step with him as he walks casually on the path back home. At his request, she starts to pour out a few more of her tales from the First, filling in the empty air as light snow sticks to his hair and gloves. Their footsteps would easily trail a while back, but he hopes that by tonight the squall will finally settle in and drape Ishgard in a smooth white in time for the gala. The sparkling snow would make for a lovely sight to look out upon.

As they approach Aymeric’s doorway, Hanami goes to hang her dress (?) off of his pauldrons—he doesn’t mind much, with how often he hangs things there himself—and opens up the door for him, clearly taking note of the ridiculous number of bags he’s brought home. Hanami doesn’t seem to notice the large basket of oranges he carries through, not attempting to grab for one of the sweet fruits as he walks into the kitchen to set everything down.

“My sunrise,” Aymeric calls out, noticing she’s been standing in the doorway the whole time he’s been putting away some of the foodstuffs before he forgets. “Have you come in? The wind is carrying to the kitchen.”

A small grumble follows the door slamming shut, then clanking footsteps as Hanami’s pauldrons tap heavily on the wooden floor of the house. She comes to the kitchen, where Aymeric has set down a small plate of snacks meant for later, and picks up a few crackers before eagerly shoving them into her mouth.

“S’rry. It is cold here now.” Hanami crunches slowly through the crackers as Aymeric turns, giving her a soft smile. He does not mind much, thanks to growing up here; he was a bit more worried that Hanami had simply collapsed from the headache she seems to have.

“‘Tis alright, my light. Would you like to relocate your snacking to the fireplace?” He gestures to the living room farther in, where the fire has been crackling since he woke this morning. Hanami quickly takes the small platter and moves to the warmer lands of his couch as he finishes up with his groceries. The oranges remain on the table, but that is quickly reconsidered when Aymeric notices that he bought sour oranges and not the small, sweet ones that Hanami eats up like candy. What can he do with these now? It’s not as if he planned to bake anything with this many oranges…

He sets the oranges by the other baking ingredients, resolving to solve that dilemma later.

When Aymeric enters his living room, he is greeted by the sight of Hanami,haphazardly spread out on his couch under blankets and pillows. Adorably so, in his opinion, but likely to soak in all the precious warmth she’d lost out in the Ishgardian winter; snow is not kind to those with lizard-like features, as the Scions had remarked about their scaled friends. With her sleeping like a log, however, he has no place to sit down with her, so he simply returns to the kitchen with the plate of crumbs Hanami has left in her wake.

“Now, what to do with you…” Aymeric goes back to face the basket of oranges once again, sighing as he realizes it has barely been five minutes since he left them here. He feels much too restless for someone supposed to be on break; his hands crave something to fiddle with, so he picks up one of the oranges, tossing it around in his hands.

And he still has the dilemma of Hanami’s gift and retrieving it before the gala; he can’t just very well get up and leave, either, with Hanami sleeping so peacefully here. Leaving her seems like a rather rude thing to do, so he’s left with what’s in the manor.

Not books; that is a cruel and unusual punishment, to gift someone Ishgardian print books when they can barely read the Ishgardian alphabet out loud. In fact, much of what he has would seem… odd. Hilda’s remarks at his odd shopping habits from yesterday come back to haunt him, except this time about his belongings; Why books that are old enough to be her grandparents? Really now, a pair of slippers? Have you truly lost it?

Perhaps Hilda was not so rude, but the mere thought is enough to give him a laugh as he scans over his baking books, crammed into a shelf on the corner of his kitchen.

Then Aymeric catches the remnants of his box of fritters from the other day, and he has an idea of what to do in the bells between Hanami’s eventual awakening and his abundance of energy. The crust would take a bit of work, and the toppings would have to be sweetened, in all honesty, but he has time. It is almost ten in the morning; the pie should be done by half past three if he starts now.

Aymeric finds himself going much faster than he had intended, and a good bit messier than he’d prefer; the oranges take a while to open, and his hands slip with the knife on the butter, but he gets through it. Certainly a challenge, though not in the way he’d imagined. For him to have more trouble keeping his nerve while making a treat for a dear one than in the middle of four different High Houses all trying to get him to approve of their idea; the lords would have made fun of him!

At some point that Aymeric doesn’t realize, Hanami wakes up and shuffles her sleepy self over to the chair set by the countertop. In his flitting about the kitchen in a rush to get the pie in the oven, he barely notices her, not even when he has to look for his whisk and she hands it right to him. A mumbled ‘thanks’ slips from his mouth, but otherwise he makes no other notice of her.

That is, until he finally gets the pie in the oven. The moment the oven starts to heat up and bake the sweet, Aymeric finds the eyes staring at him more noticeable than before.

“Forgive me, my sunrise.” Aymeric sighs out, brushing off some flour before leaning on the counter to look Hanami in the eyes. “I hardly noticed you there. Have you been watching for a long time now?”

“Not too long. Your work was much more entertaining than sleep was, though.” Hanami smiles sleepily as the smell of oranges starts to bake into the air. “Why the pie? Was there not enough sweets for the gala already?”

Aymeric stiffens a bit, despite the complaints of his already tired back. “That was… a gift.”

“Oh? A present?”

“Yes; my schedule was… packed this year, and I haven’t the time anymore to buy something, so a handmade gift will have to do.”

“Is it for Lucia? Oh, or perhaps for House Fortemps?”

Aymeric winces at the shortsightedness of his thoughts. He’d forgotten theirs, as well; a batch of cookies in the next few days ought to do it, though. They were not the cranky elders of the less-than-friendly houses, and he knew both parties personally; he can apologize without seeming rude.

“‘Tis a gift… for you, my sunrise.” Aymeric sheepishly admits, the orange smell wafting around as he speaks. “I had a lack of ideas, and when you’d come home early, I panicked quite a bit. The oranges were a saving grace, I must admit; perhaps I would have made more bread without them.”

Hanami laughs, not daring to leave him in awkward yet surprised silence. “You were stuck in your head, hm? Perhaps this will help you learn. The pie, knowing you, will be perfect. Thank you.”

“I suppose, yes. Happy Starlight, my sunrise.”

And when the pie finished baking, the smell of oranges and rolanberries was not sweeter than the moments shared waiting at the counter for the telltale ‘ding’ of the oven.

#ffxiv #hanami #aymeric de borel #sour pie for hanami! sour pie for hanami??? my baking expertise does not go as far as sour pies so i tried ;-;#im not quite sure how far her distaste for sweets expands so i tried one of the more sour things i'm interested in making #i could have titled this as 'aymeric and the great present panic'#but i was listening to christmas music for brainstorming so lyric title!#i read through quite literally all of cyan's ffxivwrite and other fic pieces and i gotta say ive been holding back on myself #all of it was amazing #and i wish i read it sooner? i just dont have time ;-;#surprisingly the screenshot i used is where the lore book says borel manor is since i forgot #i do hope you like this cyan!!!! aymeric is astoundingly difficult pbkqboieo #*shakes aymeric by his torso since im like 4'11"* stop being such a fool and decide #my writing #best of elie

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Let it go, Let it be

Author’s Note: Helloooo, I am back. I started this back in September ?? October ?? I don’t know, a while ago. I’ve dabbled with it here and there with it and decided to just...finish it. I HOPE IT’S OKAY AND THAT SOMEONE LOVES IT.

It was very much inspired by Let It Go by James Bay, so go give that a listen.

As always, I hope you enjoy & please let me know what you think!

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Word Count: 5,686

Warnings: alcohol, sexual references, little bit of angst

October

Your boots clicked against the sidewalk out of synch with Calum’s lengthy stride. The temperature had dropped significantly since the sun had gone down a few hours ago. Hands in the pockets of your sweater, you pulled it closer to your body, cheeks flushing when you felt your shoulder brush against Calum’s as you drifted a little to the right.

The neighborhood you lived in was quiet by this time of night. Most of the residents were established in their careers and a few even had small children. It was the perfect fit for someone in their early twenties beginning their career like yourself.

Many of the homes and lawns were decorated for fall, several even having Halloween displays. Calum was anxiously rambling on next to you as you neared your house. You let out a lighthearted laugh, rounding the corner for your front steps.

“Are you kidding me?” You glanced up to meet a set of brown eyes, “Stop apologizing. I had a wonderful time tonight.”

He’d asked you earlier in the week to join him for a jazz concert. You didn’t know much about jazz music, but you certainly weren’t opposed to giving it a shot.

You’d been on a few dates with the brunette prior to this evening and enjoyed every one of them. They were mostly a quick cup of coffee before work or a grab-and-go lunch if you were lucky. So when the opportunity for a true date night became available, you couldn’t say no.

“I’m probably going to download some of his music before the night is over. You might have just converted me into a jazz fan.”

Calum chuckled, his gaze falling as he reached for your hand. The tips of your fingers were cool against his palm.

“I had a really nice time too,” he paused, “Um.. Ashton is throwing a little something next weekend for Halloween. I would love for you to come if you think you’re up to meeting the guys. If you want to hold off, I completely understand.”

You waited for a moment to watch the panic rise a bit in his features before breaking into a smile.

“I would love to meet them.”

He let out a sigh of relief, lacing his fingers through yours.

“Good then,” he said, “I’ll let you know all the details when I find out.”

You nodded. He took a step forward, pressing a kiss to apple of your cheek.

“Good night,” he said, stepping back as your hands pulled apart.

“Be careful.”

March

The days had started to shine brighter, a few even warming up to pleasant temperatures. But once the sun had set, you were reaching for a hoodie to pull on.

You sat on the rug in your living room, back resting against the couch. One leg pulled close to you, the other tapping Calum’s foot as he sat next to you. He let out a low chuckle as he pressed the cold glass bottle to his lips again. You held an identical one in your hand.

“Alright, your turn,” you said, reaching for another slice of pizza from the coffee table.

Calum hummed, “Sunbathing or stargazing?”

“Pff, stargazing. All the way.”

“Really?” he paused, grabbing the slice from your hand and finishing it, “I figured you would be more of a sunbather.”

You shoved him a little for stealing your food, “I love a good sunny day, but have you ever looked at the stars on a clear night?”

“I don’t have time for that.”

Your eyes grew wide as you sat up straight from where you’d been leaning against the cushion. You pushed yourself off the ground, sitting your beer bottle next to the pizza box.

“What?” Calum asked curiously.

“Put your drink down and follow me,” you said as you headed toward the stairs. He did as you’d instructed, scrambling to catch up before you made it to the stairs. He followed you into your room and watched as you opened the door to the balcony. “I have an idea.”

You removed your laptop from the bed and tossed the pillows aside to the floor.

“Grab the other side,” you instructed as you pulled one end of the mattress. Calum wrinkled his forehead but did as you said. He helped you manage it through the door, dropping it onto the cemented balcony.

“Go downstairs. Get all the pillows from the living room.” He nodded, but you stopped him before he could make it through the door. “And grab that blanket off the back of the couch and a candle, if you can find one.”

Calum grinned, giving you another nod.

When he came back, you’d moved all the pillows outside, arranging them around the mattress to rest against the railing. You proceeded to do the same with the pillows he’d brought from downstairs. He dropped the blanket onto the mattress and pulled the lighter from his pocket to light the candle. He sat it off to the side in hopes that it wouldn’t catch anything on fire.

You patted the spot next to you on the mattress, “We’re going to make time for you to stargaze.”

Calum found himself breaking into another grin as he dropped down next to you. He wiggled to get comfortable and pulled you into his side. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck as a pleasant sigh passed through his lips.

The two of you stayed like this for a while, staring up at the sky. His thumb caressed imaginary patterns in the dip of your back and your fingers fumbled with the charms around his neck.

He was the first to break the comfortable silence.

“I believe it was your turn,” he mumbled.

You’d been playing this game of 21 questions off and on all night, which had probably turned into 50 questions by now. You wracked your brain trying to think of something you hadn’t asked.

“Do you believe in astrology?”

You were staring at the stars; it made sense.

“I don’t know,” Calum shrugged, “I think it’s just another theory to try and explain why we are the way we are. It’s interesting, but I’m not sure I believe in the whole ‘stars alining’ hype.”

You hummed.

“Do you?”

“No,” you shook your head, “Like you said, it’s interesting. Horoscopes are fun to read, but I don’t buy into the whole concept.”

The two of you grew quiet and you nudged him lightly in the side.

“Your turn.”

“You basically agreed with my answer. That’s cheating.”

“You stole my question. That’s definitely cheating,” you chuckled.

He laughed along with you before taking a moment to ponder his next question.

“What’s the scariest thing you’ve done?”

Your mind immediately had an answer, but you debated on saying it out loud. It was a little cheesy and probably cliche, but true. So true.

You could feel his eyes on you, likely wondering why you hadn’t answered yet. You felt his hand come up to play with the ends of your hair.

“Fall for you,” you spoke barely above a whisper, “By far the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

You knew what you could be getting into when you first met Calum. You’d nearly talked yourself out of the first few dates. It terrified you to be so vulnerable. To drop your guard for someone who could potentially destroy everything.

But you fell so quickly, so easily. And that scared you even more. You’d given him the power before you even realized what was happening.

Love scared you.

You finally brought yourself to look at Calum who was staring down at you, a pleasant smile on his full lips. He pressed them to your temple. You went back to looking at the stars, kind of hoping he would forget everything you just said. But instead, you felt the warmth of his breath against your skin and heard the muttering of three little words.

“I love you.”

It had been implied but never said.

You hesitated to look at him. When you did, you tried to scan his body language for any sign of deception.

“I love you,” he repeated even more sure than the first.

“I love you.”

The smile that formed on his lips mirrored the one you could feel on your own face; it reached his eyes.

You ran your thumb along the stubble gracing his jawline before pulling him closer to press your lips together gently; he pressed back.

Drawing you closer, his kisses became a little rougher, a little faster. Your legs found their way around his waist. You nipped at his bottom lip with your teeth, earning a low tone in his throat. You pulled away for air, resting your forehead against his. You could feel his hand on your hip, his fingers touching a sliver of skin where his hands had begun to explore just moments ago.

You’d made it this far several times but never anything more. He never forced it further and neither did you.

He ran his other hand through your hair as he let his own breathing settle. Letting your hand run down his chest, you found the exposed flesh beneath the hem of his shirt. You traced a delicate design against it, dancing just above the band of his boxers. His breathing hitched just the slightest, but you caught it.

You took his face in your hands, forcing his lips back to yours. You felt his hands creep up the length of your back, pulling your body closer to his. You sat up slowly, lips never disconnecting as he followed your lead. Your hands fell once again to the hem of his shirt, this time pushing it up as your fingers skimmed the sides of his torso.

Calum drew back just enough for you to push the shirt over his head, which he caught in his hand and gently laid to the side.

You’d seen him shirtless less than a handful of times, and each was just a glimpse before he would pull on a shirt.

The tip of his nose brushed against yours. You could feel his breath on your mouth and his hands waiting, resting on your thighs. This kind of intimacy was a little foreign; a new and unexplored territory.

Smiling sweetly, you gave a small nod of approval. His fingers nervously tugged at the zipper of your sweatshirt until the sleeve began to slip off your shoulder. He pushed it aside gently, leaving a light trail of kisses behind on your collarbone.

He shoved the sweatshirt the remainder of the way off, leaving it to get lost in the sea of blankets later. Your body shuddered at the sudden complete exposure to cool air; pink dusted the apples of your cheeks. He rubbed his palms against your arms with a low chuckle.

You rested your head against his and allowed him to guide you over until your back collided with the softness of the mattress. He hovered above you, his golden skin radiating in the moonlight.

As he kissed down your neck, you allowed your hands to explore - his biceps, the ripples of his back, the feeling of his body moving effortlessly against yours.

You allowed yourself to be vulnerable, to fall.

You were his, and he was yours.

Your eyes fluttered open, squinting almost immediately from the sudden sunlight. You felt a shiver run down your spine. Hugging the covers directly to your body, you snuggled closer to the figure behind you. The sudden revelation registered and you turned around to face Calum.

He was doing much like you had done just moments before, eyes squinting. His upper body was still bare, your legs the same, the rest of you swallowed in his shirt. His arms that had been out of the covers dipped back under to wrap around you.

“Good morning,” he said in a raspy voice. You couldn’t force down the smile that creeped up. His morning voice might just be one of your new favorite things. You’d only ever heard it a couple times over the phone. It didn’t have the same appeal as being directly in your ear.

“We fell asleep,” you muttered, tangling your limbs around his.

He chuckled lightly in your ear, “Yes, we did.”

You laid like that for a while. Just listening to the birds chirp in the background and the soft sound of your breathing in synch. The peaceful noise was interrupted by the rumbling of his stomach, followed by an annoyed groan. You laughed.

“Shall we go make breakfast?”

Lifting himself up a little, he pressed a quick kiss on your lips, “We shall.”

June

You raced down the backstage corridors, rounding the corner just as Calum stepped into the hall. The joy on his face set off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

He caught you in his arms as your legs found their way around his waist. The force was enough to send him turning on his heels. Once steady, you pulled him in for a smooch.

You’d been waiting weeks to be back in his arms, even if it was just for a few nights before they headed back on the road.

His skin was sun kissed, his veins creeping down his arms like vines from underneath the sleeves of his shirt. He stared admiring you.

About the time your feet were back planted on the tiled floor, you heard another pair entering the hallway. Calum wrapped his arms around your shoulders from behind, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He left a small kiss behind as Ashton let out a snicker.

“You two are gross. Get a room,” he said, grinning.

October

Calum dragged you up the stairs the second you stepped foot through his front door. You felt your back collide with the bedroom door and your lips collide with the brunette’s.

His hands worked fast, pushing the cardigan off your shoulders and shimmying your sundress to the floor. As you stepped out of it, you forced your way off the door and him in the direction of his bed.

He hadn’t bothered greeting you with a shirt on, so your fingers fumbled with the button on his trousers until they began to slip off his hips.

January

“No babe. Don’t worry about it,” you shook your head, “Don’t try to reschedule or anything. I’ll just have to miss it.”

Calum stuck out his lip on the other side of the phone screen.

You had been planning to tag along on a little getaway with him and his friends, but you were booked last minute to attend a mandatory work trip in New York. The representative who was planning to go had to cancel due to unforeseen circumstances and your boss pulled you immediately.

You conjured up a smile in the hopes to lighten the mood.

“I’ll be back in time for your birthday, and then it’ll be just me and you headed out to the islands.”

Thankfully just the two of you had a trip booked in a few weeks. This made him crack a small grin.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to go with you? I feel bad leaving you to do something fun. Especially when you’re supposed to be there.”

You nodded, “I greatly appreciate it, but I’m sure. I won’t really have any down time. All work; no play.”

“Alright,” Calum sighed, “I guess I better go. I’ll talk to you later, sweetie. I miss you. I love you.”

“I miss and love you too, Hood. We’ll be together before you know it.”

April

You rounded the corner for the next aisle in the grocery store. Pausing, you scanned the assortment of chips before looking back to the phone in your hand, Calum’s jaded expression on the other end. His eyes were tired, his hair disheveled, and his scruff a few days old.

“Do I want regular or spicy?” you asked.

“Spicy. Always.”

You were waiting for that response.

“Honey, what’s going on?” he asked as you tossed the bag into the buggy. Your brows knitted together barely. “Something is bothering you. I can tell. What is it?”

“Calum, you’ll be home next week. We can talk about what’s been going on around here then.”

“I have a three hour layover. Ashton is asleep. Luke and Michael went to go get food,” he glanced over his shoulder and let out a dry chuckle, “I don’t have more pressing matters. You can talk to me.”

You found an aisle that was vacant before leaning comfortably against the cart. You checked again to make sure no one was around and sighed. You really weren’t planning to do this in the grocery store.

“I’ve been recommended for the director’s position in New York. They really want me to take it.” You picked at your nails, avoiding eye contact.

“I mean,” he started, “I love New York, but I don’t necessarily want to move there.”

“I wasn’t asking you to move with me,” you mumbled. Calum grew quiet. “Just.. By the time I would be moving, you would be starting tour so there would be no need for you to pick up and move right away. Six months from now they could relocate me again. You never know, but.. It’s one of those things I’d be stupid not to accept.”

Calum gave a simple nod; he was avoiding eye contact now.

“Look at it this way,” you continued, “You’ll have a place to stay when you’re in the Big Apple.”

The corners of his mouth twitched up in the slightest. He was trying.

“When do you have to give them an answer?”

“Next Thursday.”

“The day before I come home.”

“Yep.”

You stood silent in the aisle, running a hand anxiously through your hair.

May

Calum waved to you one last time as you boarded your flight. Your cheeks were a little tear stained, but someone would have to be staring to notice. And he hoped nobody would have their eye on you that intently.

It was just eight weeks. He would see you again when July bled into August, and then again before the end of the year when they were in your new city.

That’s all he could bank on right now.

August

You rolled over to face the bedside table. Calum had turned his back to you at some point in the night and was still in that position.

He’d barely said anything since greeting you at the airport, his flight getting in a few hours before yours.

You knew he was exhausted because you were too, but the last few weeks seemed a little different. Something felt off.

You sluggishly threw your legs out from the covers, heading downstairs. Calum’s friend Roy sat at the bar eating breakfast.

With tour kicking in and you unavailable, he was now in charge of watching Duke. He spent a good bit of time at the house as a result. Thankfully, he was nice enough to pick you guys up from the airport last night.

You gave him a half hearted smile that never reached your eyes. You didn’t catch his look of concern as you turned your back.

“There’s plenty of stuff for coffee,” he muttered lowly, “and several cereals in the cabinet. Might even have the ingredients for pancakes or something.”

You simply nodded as you fixed a cup of orange juice before heading back up the stairs.

As Roy placed his used dishes in the sink, he heard a door slam upstairs followed by muffled yells. He cautiously made his way up to see what was going on.

The door to Calum’s bedroom was cracked. Through the sliver of opening he could see Calum sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He was dressed in sweatpants, his hair curving in many directions.

“I didn’t ask you to. Just leave it in the suitcase,” his tone was sharp.

A second later, an unknown garment came flying across the room. It was followed by another that Calum caught in front of his face.

“See if I try to do anything nice for again,” your voice sounded closer to Roy who was standing in the hallway. “You can wash our own dang clothes!”

You flung the door open and pushed past the boy in an instant without really acknowledging him. He locked eyes with Calum before the brunette pushed himself off the bed and out the door.

“Y/N,” he called, stepped past his friend and trotting down the stairs.

Calum sat in the driver’s seat, staring silently at the road in front of him as he drove. He rested his elbow against the door as he propped his head in the palm of his hand.

Roy sat in the passenger seat, trying to figure out how to tiptoe across the situation.

They’d just dropped you off to catch your flight back to New York.

“What’s going on, man? You’ve been at each other’s throats all week. That’s not like you two,” he paused, “even on your worst days.”

Calum shrugged, “I don’t know.”

That was his honest answer. There was no reasonable explanation for the tension this past week.

He had missed you, was looking forward to seeing you and he believed you felt the same way.

But things just hadn’t gone as either of you had hoped.

November

The New York air was chilly. It wasn’t like the cool temperatures of sunny LA this time of year. The city didn’t have the same open scenic views, but rather a concrete jungle.

Still, it had its own sense of charm.

You focused your attention from people watching to the brunette sitting across from you. Your gaze drifted to your hand as it sat in his.

Just sitting.

There was no mindless caress of his thumb or your fingertips dancing across his knuckles. Your eyes flickered back up to him and noticed that he had been people watching too.

You waited patiently for your breakfast orders to arrive at the bustling cafe you’d chosen to meet at.

The band was playing a show here tonight, but would be headed to the next stop shortly after.

You let out a sigh and forced a smile, pulling your hand away as the waitress came with your food. You thanked her and reached for the silverware she had placed in the center of the table.

You and Calum made small talk as you ate. As you neared the end of your meal, you cleared your throat a little and felt your palms begin to sweat despite the lack of warmth in the air.

“Calum, um.. We need to..”

“To talk,” he quietly finished your sentence.

You followed the boys and other crew members dubiously to the room just before the stage. Luke bounced around, giving everyone fist bumps. When he reached you, he gave you a small wink followed by a rather melancholy grin.

Melancholy was an appropriate word to describe the atmosphere.

After talking at breakfast, you and Calum decided this was it. Once they got on their plane tonight, you would go your separate ways.

You heard the sound of Calum’s voice echo through the venue, the first few notes of Babylon, and the crowd begin to cheer. A barely-there grin formed on his lips as he fixed his in-ears.

Peering up at him as he eyed the stage, your heart sank a little. You reached for his hands, holding them tight in your own as your foreheads rested against each other’s. You placed a kiss to each of them after a moment like you’d done before every other show. It was a sort of ‘good luck’ ritual, though you didn’t believe much in the term.

Calum pressed his mouth to your forehead much like he’d done time and time again before shows. You looked into his brown eyes for the first time in hours because somehow the act had already become uneasy.

“Have a great show,” you whispered.

As he disappeared and the rest of the crew followed suit, you stood in the room by yourself and sighed.

The airport was rather tranquil at this hour. The boys had a 3am flight to their next city.

As much as your body wanted to go home and rest, you couldn’t. You sat in the seat next to Calum as they waiting for their flight to be called.

He had barely touched his phone for distraction and his hand had hardly left yours. His thumb traced more patterns on your skin than it had in months.

Your teeth nipped at your other thumb nail, an anxious habit you wish you hadn’t started. The two of you hadn’t said much.

A voice rang out over the sound system, announcing that it was time for the next flight to board. The other boys stirred sluggishly, grabbing their luggage and heading off. Calum worked a few paces behind.

As he pulled you into his embrace, you took in his scent, the same one you knew would be lingering on your pillowcases at home. Calum rested his cheek against your head, savoring the moment a little longer as your bodies swayed ever so slightly back and forth.

Placing a hand on either side of your face, his lips met your forehead with a certain gentleness.

You watched him gather his things and hurry off to catch up with the others.

As you walked home fully aware that it likely wasn’t the smartest idea at this hour, you didn’t care. Your body had been so numb to any emotion.

But as you rounded the corner, the stone steps leading to your apartment in sight, you felt that shell begin to crack as tears slowly streamed down your cheeks. Because this wasn’t the same corner you had rounded after your first date. This wasn’t the place where you’d fallen head over heels for the tattooed boy. This was foreign; this was new.

But mostly you hated that this was right.

Unlocking the door through cloudy vision, you dropped everything in the doorway and made a beeline for the bathroom. As you shed an item of clothing with each handful of steps, the tears became heavier and you felt your body begin to shake.

You managed to pull on some comfortable clothes and as you tied your hair back, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from your reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Your fingertips brushed over the darkened spot that was now visible at the base of your neck. Calum has left it there just hours ago. You thought about the way the tip of his nose willed your hair away from your neck, his hands running down your unclad arms until your fingers met, intertwining.

As you tiptoed back to the bedroom, you saw the disheveled sheets left behind and the sweater you’d been wearing that morning at the foot of the mattress.

It was different knowing it would be the last time. It wasn’t forced; it wasn’t rough. It was tender.

You knew most people wouldn’t understand.

They wouldn’t get how the two of you could walk away from something so faultless. So full of love and adoration, yet still not right.

You yourself had never understood when people would say “It just wasn’t the right time”, but now you did. You both knew it was better to withdraw your efforts while you still loved each other. Before disagreements ruined your view of the other person and you wouldn’t be able to utter a kind word about them.

And as silly and even weird as it seemed, you would be sad when the mark on your neck faded because it mirrored the mark on your heart that Calum had left behind..

And you knew that, before long, you would just be left with the ache of what was once there, a yearning that couldn’t be fulfilled.

March

The last several months had been trying.

Holidays. New Year. Birthdays.

But winter finally began to merge into spring, the trees started to gain their color again; the world felt alive.

Mostly.

Calum sat near the end of the steps to his mate’s house. Light noise from the party inside could be heard behind him. A cigarette glowed between his index and middle finger, resting above a red cup of liquid courage.

Swirling around the golden mixture inside, he caught a glimpse of his tattoo peeking out from beneath his rolled up shirt sleeves.

ALIVE

Most of his ink has been present so long that he wasn’t really conscious of it, but for some reason tonight as he sat by himself, that particular one caught his attention.

He pulled his phone out from the dark denim pocket. Scrolling through his messages, he tapped on the name he was looking for, a name he hadn’t bothered in months.

‘I miss you.’

His finger hovered over the send arrow. Inhaling another hit of nicotine, he released his breath and erased the message one letter at a time.

“Hey man,” he heard the sound of Ashton’s voice behind him.

Calum stuck his phone back in his pocket. The moment he turned around to make contact with his hazel eyed friend, Ashton knew what was racing through his mind.

He took a seat next to his pal, allowing him to finish his cigarette and wallow in the serenity of the night.

April

You stuck your hand out the open driver side window, allowing it to ride the wave of the wind in time to the music playing through the speakers.

You had to get out of New York, even for just a few days.

You’d taken on one project after the next at work or home, trying to distract your mind from what happened. But you knew that sooner or later you would have to be alone with yourself, with your thoughts.

Ahead of you, the mountain tops peeked in the distance as you continued to drive; the scene around you was plush with greenery.

You glanced at yourself in the rearview mirror. It’s funny how reflections change. For the past several months, you almost didn’t know who was staring back at you.

You had pushed so much of your emotional self away - out of sight, out of mind - pushed it so far away that no one could touch it, not even you.

But it was time to be yourself. To be present again.

You weren’t gone just because your relationship with Calum was.

Fingertips spreading in the sway of the air, you let it all go.

Allowed the breeze to take all the brokenness and scatter it wherever it pleased.

July

You pointed the way for the last of the furniture that the movers were bringing in. Most days you appreciated the LA heat, but with the back and forth, you were beginning to break a sweat even in a sundress.

You collapsed into a sigh on the couch once the movers left.

You needed to run and get a few things just to get through the next couple of days. You tapped your phone, seeing that it was a little after 8pm. Willing yourself from your spot on the couch, you slipped your feet into a pair of sandals and grabbed your keys off the counter.

Stepping into the small convenience store a handful of blocks from your new apartment, you welcomed the cool air as it swept across your skin. Giving the cashier a small wave, you grabbed a basket beside the counter and pulled out the list of items you’d jotted down.

You skimmed the aisles for the basics you needed - coffee, bread, cereal, etc.

You didn’t think much when someone else rounded the corner, only glancing up instinctively. But you quickly found yourself doing a double take. The guy stood at the other end, reading the label of the box he held in his hand.

“Calum?” you spoke evenly.

He glanced up, peering at you from underneath the dark ball cap he wore concealing his curls. He stared only a moment before dropping the box back to the shelf and making his way towards you.

“What are you doing here?” He stopped just inches away, “Are you in town for work or?”

A gentle smile pulled at the corner of your mouth as you shook your head, “I just moved back. My old boss retired and they offered me the job, so I took it.”

You didn’t miss the smirk that passed Calum’s lips, the hope in his eyes.

“I’m living on this side of town now,” you added.

When you accepted the job, you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle being back in the same place you were before. You needed a change of scenery to make this feel like a step in a different direction.

Calum dropped his shopping basket to the floor, pulling you into his embrace. He felt your arms wrap around his waist without hesitation.

It felt like coming home.

His nostrils were filled with the familiar scent he longed to smell again, his mind with a sense of peace. He knew in that moment that he wouldn’t be able to let you walk out of this mundane store alone and that you had never really walked out of his heart.

Your grip tightened around him, afraid to let this all slip away.

He pulled back, your arms still hooked around him. His hands ran through your hair before stopping at the base of your neck.

“Do you want to grab coffee or whatever is open?” he asked.

You let out a small laugh, “Always.”

You meant that.

Always.

Calum hadn’t believed in stars aligning and luck was just a word you used; timing was something that left behind a bitter taste.

But he wholeheartedly believed that you were his, and he was yours.

And that nothing could change that now.

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