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lainiespicewrites · 4 months

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The Christmas Cabin 2-Ice skating

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I genuinely intended to get this posted before Christmas buuuuuuttt I ended up with a horrible toothache ache and that was a whole thing. And it's real hard to feel sexy and write smut when your tooth is screaming at you.. and then the holidays.... ugh ...ANYWAY here is part 2 of the Christmas cabin! Happy New Year Y'all!!!

Warnings: Umm So much smut! Cursing, rough sex, daddy kink, oral. the usual suspects

Per usual I was to excited about posting this so I probably/definitely didn't proofread. so Yes I do own those mistakes. I'm sorry. I'm human okay!

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After a perfectly relaxing night I had some of the best sleep in a long time. In the morning I actually woke up before Sy for once and snuck downstairs to make breakfast. I turned on some soft christmas music in the background and sang to myself in the kitchen while I cooked. Aika made her way downstairs at the smell of bacon. I couldn’t help but laugh when Sy stumbled down the stairs a minute behind her.

“Like father, like daughter.” I teased. He smiled and came over kissing my shoulder.

“Smells amazing baby, you didn’t have to cook.” He said.

“You always do it for me, go relax,” I smiled at him. He walked over and let Aika out the back door. Then he sat at the breakfast bar watching me. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” He smirked.

“Enjoying the show?” I asked. Trying to play coy.

“Only thing that would make it better is if you were naked.” He winked. I blushed and bit my lip trying to focus on flipping the pancakes. When I finished cooking we sat at the little table. Sy pulled me into his lap again. “I like having you close to me.” He mumbled as he nuzzled his nose against my neck, softly tickling me with his beard. I let out a little whimper trying to hold it together.

Things had sort of slowed down a bit in that department and I know it was driving him crazy. I had been teasing him a lot lately too. But he was never one to push for anything. He was always respectful of any boundaries, not that I was ever afraid he’d cross any. But it’d been a week or so since we’d been intimate. He was sick with a cold last week so we hadn’t stayed together much and when we settled into bed last night as much as I could tell he was trying nothing happened. It was torture for me too but I liked that I held all the cards. And it made it so much more fun, when we finally did get there.

“Sy, we’ve got things to do today. Don’t distract me.” I pouted, wiggling a little in his lap. He chuckled, squeezing my hip to hold me still.

“We’re on vacation baby, we ain’t got nothin to do.” I could feel his smirk against my neck as he started to leave a trail of wet kisses from my shoulder to my ear. He really knew what he was doing. And it almost worked.

“But Bear,” I turned in his lap so I was straddling him now. His hands went right back to my waist. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and the other hand was absentmindedly drawing shapes on his bare chest. “We gotta decorate the tree. And you said something about an ice skating rink, that sounds so fun baby, can we go?” He let out a long sigh and shook his head. I could feel the deep laugh in his chest.

“You’re killing me Sugar, you know it?” I smiled, still scratching at his chest hair. “Yeah, I’ll take you skating baby girl.” He kissed me softly.

We finished breakfast and got dressed for the day. I annoyed him some more and put the christmas music on again when I drug the ornaments back out. I started singing again in the living room while I wrapped garland around the tree. I was lost in “o’holy night,” when I felt his arms around me again.

“Hey handsome,” I smiled. He rocked us back and forth for a moment, laying his head on my shoulder.

“You never told me you could sing like that baby, I could listen to you all day.” I blushed.

“It’s nothing, just enjoying the music.” I said.

“You sound like an angel, sugar, I could listen to christmas music all day if it was coming from you,” He kissed my cheek.

“You’re so sweet. I guess I didn’t realize you’d never heard me. ” I turned in his arms, pecking him on the lips softly. “We can work on the tree later. I’m really excited to go skating!” He slid his hands down and smacked my ass and I let out a squeal. Logan chuckled.

“Alright Darlin’, go get in the truck.”

After a short drive into town we parked outside of a local public park. The ice skating rink wasn’t all that busy today which was great, because I was sure to fall a few times. It’s been years since I've been ice skating. Logan immediately grabbed my hand when I hopped out of the truck. He kept me close the whole time we walked around the park. We finally found the place to rent our skates and settled on a bench outside the rink to put them on. “Okay, I’ve gotta warn ya, you remember when we were bowling, and you asked what I can’t do? This.. this is what I can’t do.” I tried really hard not to laugh. Because he looked so serious. Really I tried. But I laughed so hard I snorted. He pouted. “You making fun of me baby?” He asked.

“No, no it’s just,” I took a deep breath trying to calm down. “I didn’t actually expect you to be good at everything Sy. I’m probably not going to be good at this either.” I chuckled. He smiled a little, brushing his thumb across my cheek.

“Such a sweet girl,” he mumbled. “You always find the bright side to everything, don't ya?” I blushed.

“I’m a high school counselor Sy, it’s my job. At least to try.” I brushed my fingers up and down his big arm a few times. “You’re stalling,” I chuckled. “You can’t be that bad Bear.” His eyes lit up from the nickname. I don’t know when I started using it. But he accepted it without hesitation. I think he honestly liked it. During all of this back and forth I’d managed to get my skates on. “You can’t back out on me now, you promised.” He chuckled.

“To be fair, I promised to take you skating, I didn’t promise I would skate. My balance is horrible.”

“Yeah all those big muscles make you top heavy,” I winked. “Come on big guy, we’ll get you one of those plastic penguins to hold on to.” He raised an eyebrow and smirked. Finally putting on the skates.

“You makin fun of me?” he asked.

“Me? Never!” I chuckled.

I tried really hard. I did. Let the record show. That I attempted not to laugh. We walked out to the ice on wobbly feet. I had a pretty rough start myself. I had to hold on to the ledge until muscle memory kicked in. I was still a little shaky. But I was able to slowly skate along the edge of the rink. Sy… well, the funniest thing I’ve ever seen is a big, strong, 6’1, rugged, grizzly bear of a man, afraid to fall.

“I can’t do it,” He shook his head, he had a white knuckled grip on the ledge.

“You sure as hell can’t do it if you don’t let go, Logan,” I bit my lip to keep the smirk off my face.

“I’m gonna fall on my ass if I do.” He grumbled. I skated over to him and gently grabbed his arm. He looked panicked. My poor Bear. He was never gonna live this down.

“Come on baby, you can hold my hand, I got you.” I teased. He rolled his eyes.

“I hate you,” He he mumbled

“You do not,” I giggled as he grabbed my hand, slowly letting go of the wall.

“You know if I fall you’re going down with me.” He stated. I pushed off slowly. As tightly as he was holding my hand you’d think I was giving birth. I pulled Sy along with my trying to coach the coach. But it wasn’t going well.

“It’s a good thing you don’t like hockey.” I snorted when he stumbled again trying to push off from the wall. We almost made it around once. He leaned in close and growled in a low voice.

“You’re pushing your luck today little girl.” I bit my lip and smirked. I loved getting him all riled up like this. The thing is. Our relationship is much more than sexual. But in all honesty we can’t get enough of each other. I love pushing his buttons. I know that it sets something off in him. The night after our first date, he was so dominant and in control. And I loved that. I did everything I could to bring that out in him. Sometimes it meant being a brat. He’d never admit it. But he enjoyed that too.

“Ooh I’m so scared, you can’t even stand up straight without losing your balance cowboy.” I smirked.

He grabbed the wall with one hand and grabbed my waist with the other spinning me around to face him. I almost lost my balance but I held onto the ledge keeping me upright. He licked his lips looking me over.

“If I could, I'd bend you over right here for everyone to see, baby girl. You’ve been teasing me for days. You wanna keep pushing it? we won’t make it home before I fill up that pretty little pussy, do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” I let out a deep breath, keeping my eyes on his. Even off his game, he was still so intimidating and intense.

“I’ll give you a headstart back to the truck.” He smirked. Again, I tried. I couldn’t help myself. I started to skate back to the entrance but I stopped and looked back at him.

“Not like you’d be able to keep up anyway Daddy,” He stopped and stared at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Get your ass in the truck, now.” he growled. I bit my lip and nodded. I switched back to my regular boots and returned the skates. Logan was only a few steps behind me when I started to walk out to the truck. I was almost there when I felt grab my hip and spin me around. He backed me up against the passenger door cupping my jaw and tracing my lips with his thumb. “Give me one good reason not to bend you over the seat and take you right here.” He mused. I pouted and laid my hand on his chest.

“It’s cold Bear,” He chuckled and pressed his body closer to mine, completely pinning me to the truck. He slid his hand down to my neck resting his thumb and fingers on either side squeezing softly.

“You got yourself into this sugar, don’t play innocent now.” He finally leaned in and kissed me roughly, keeping his hand on my neck. I moaned into his mouth, letting him take control. Reaching between us I slid my hand over the growing bulge in his jeans and squeezed teasingly. He moaned, dropping his head to my shoulder.

“What’s stopping you?” I smirked. He was putty in my hands now. He kissed my neck softly letting his hands wander over my curves. He stopped suddenly and chuckled to himself.

“A public indecency charge, get in the truck baby girl, I’ll deal with you at home, this ain’t over,” he said and gave me one last kiss before he opened the door for me and smacked my ass as I turned to hop up into the truck.

The whole drive home he had one hand on the wheel and the other on my inner thigh. It was… well, it was never innocent, but it was less intense at first. He just rested it there letting me know he fully intended to keep me in check. It was so hot. I felt hot all over. With just one little touch. It sent sparks through me. That with one touch, one grip, he asserted his dominance. Maybe it was just because I let him. Or maybe it was because he was such a force to be reckoned with that something so simple demanded respect. Eventually, he started to move

his hand farther up my thigh, massaging it with his fingers and rubbing in slow circles with his thumb.

All I could think about was feeling those fingers inside me. His thumb pressed against my clit. I let out a pathetic whimper when his hand slid back down my thigh, his thumb brushing over my knee.

“Something wrong, sugar?” He looked over, that shit eating grin on his face, and caught my eye before looking back to the road.

“Your teasing,” I pouted. He raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

“Can dish it out but you can’t take it huh?” He smacked my thigh and smirked “fuckin love that sound.” He groaned and I let out another little whimper. “Bad girls don’t get treats darlin’ , you know that,” I pouted, laying my hand on top of his and rubbing the back of his hand with my thumb

“I’m sorry, Bear,” I said softly. He hummed turning his hand and tangling our fingers together. He brought my hand to his lips kissing my knuckles.

“Sorry ain’t gonna help you now baby doll, your fate is sealed.” I swallowed hard but I could feel my excitement begin to pool between my legs. When we got back to the cabin Logan barley had the truck in park before he jumped out. I just got my door open when he grabbed me by the hips and wrapped my legs around his waist pulling me out of the truck.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, holding onto his shoulders as he carried me inside. He kicked the door closed behind him and walked inside dropping me on the couch. He pushed his knee between my thighs and leaned down, crashing his lips to mine. I barely had time to catch my breath before he started pulling at my clothes. He made quick work undressing me. Tossing my sweater to the side kissing and sucking at my chest while he worked on getting my bra out of his way, and then pulling my leggings and panties off in one swift motion.

“Look at you,” he groaned, pulling away to admire me. I blushed instinctively trying to hide myself still not used to all of his love and attention. He grabbed my wrists pinning them to the arm of the couch with one hand while the other started to snake up my thigh. “Mm don’t hide darlin, Daddy wants to see his girl.” I bit my lip and nodded.

I kept my eyes on him the whole time. He used his knee to spread my legs wider and caressed the crease in my leg with his thumb. He was so close to where I needed him it was making my head spin. I whined softly grinding against nothing and he chuckled. “You’ve been a real fuckin brat today you know that?” He shook his head and tutted disapprovingly. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“I said I was sorry,” I pouted. He smiled softly

“I know you did, baby girl,” he sat up and pulled off his shirt. He leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. “And you really meant that huh?” He kissed my body. Stopping to pull my nipple between his teeth and teasing the other with his tongue. My back arched, moaning softly. As I nodded.

“I did, Daddy,” I breathed as he settled between my legs. He ghosted his thumb over my clit and smirked. He took his time kissing and biting at my inner thighs making sure to mark his territory. I was squirming beneath him dripping on to the couch. I bit my lip holding back a moan as he finally teased around my clit with his tongue. It took everything in me not to beg. It’s what exactly what he wanted. All at once he sat up on his knees and quickly flipped me on to my stomach pulling me up slightly so I was on my knees and I was on full display for him.

I heard the slap before I felt the sting. His hand came down hard on my ass.

“And I said it was too late for sorry baby.” I heard the smack again this time on the other cheek and squealed in surprise not expecting the second blow. “You think its fun to tease and make fun.” He growled in a low voice. He leaned over me his hot breath against my ear. He pressed his bulge against my aching pussy and I grinded against him trying to get some friction. He reached around and grabbed my neck holding me against his chest. “I’ll show you what Daddy can do sugar. And your gonna take it like a good girl. You understand me?” He pressed further into me and I nodded moaning. He grabbed my jaw turning my face to look at him. “Words baby.”

“Yes, Sir.” He growled deep in his chest and kissed me roughly.

“Thats my girl,” He groaned as he pulled away. I heard the metal clang of his belt and the sound of it dropping to the floor. He pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs and immediately lined the head of his cock up with my entrance. He ran his head through the wetness there moaning softly to himself. Then without warning he fully shoved himself inside me. I let out a strangled moan struggling to get used to his size. Sy is in no sense of the word a small man. And as many times as we’ve had sex I still have trouble taking all of him. And with no prep before hand. I could feel him stretching me open for him.

He moved his hand around my neck to grip my hair making me arch for him. With the other on the back of the couch to steady himself, he started a relentless pace. Slamming into me and making me feel every inch of him. I was a mess underneath him moaning and crying out his name while he pounded into me. He shifted behind me pulling my hips up and thrusted back into me the new angle hitting my spot repeatedly. “Fuck Sy please,” I begged. I didn’t care anymore all I wanted was for him to make me cum for him. I need the release. I could feel it building quickly. The knot forming in my stomach. Despite his reckless pounding I knew he was still only getting started. Letting out soft little groans every time he sunk into me.

“You wanna cum baby?” He smirked, releasing his grip on my hair and delivering another sharp smack on my ass. I moaned loudly and nodded.

“Please, it feels so good!” I whined. Tears stinging my eyes now trying to wait for his permission.

“Brats don’t get treats Sugar,” He chuckled. He slowed his thrusts and pulled out of me completely. I whined, looking back at him pleadingly. He stood up and picked me up off the couch, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he pinned my back to the wall. He teased my entrance with his cock slowy pushing in again. I held onto him as he started to fuck me against the wall. I kissed him roughly moaning into his mouth as he picked up his pace again.

“I’m so sorry Bear,” I moaned starting to feel the fire build in my stomach again. God this is what I loved and hated about him. He was so fucking stubborn and incredibly thorough. He wasn’t gonna give this up. “I-I shouldn’t have teased you.” I stuttered trying to stay coherent. He smirked kissing my neck and grabbing my hips helping me meet his thrusts.

“Mhmm,” He groaned into my neck, “What else baby?” he teased. God I didn’t know if I could last I could already feel my legs shaking. I knew he could to.

“I won’t do it again. I-I promise, I love you baby, just please please let me cum.” I don’t know if I was making sense anymore. I would do anything for him at this point. He reached one hand between us rubbing my clit with his thumb and I screamed out his name letting my head hit the wall.

“That’s my good girl. I love hearing your desprate little moans. Cum for Daddy baby.” He kept his thumb on my clit while I barried my head into his neck moaning his name and letting my walls clamp around him. My whole body spasming while he holds me up. I let out a deep breath and he chuckled kissing me softly when I raised my head from his shoulder. He walked back to the couch and sat with me in his lap straddling him. Still fully hard inside me. He had incredible stamina but I knew he was desprate now too. I felt him twitch inside me begging for release. I braced myself on the back of the couch and started bouncing in his lap it wasn’t long before he was cursing under his breath. And grabbing my hips trying to take control again.

“Such a good girl, you look so good riding me.” he groaned smacking my ass as I countineud to ride his cock. I could feel another orgasm building. The thought of him filling me up making me feral. I moaned chasing my orgasm. I let him guide me on his cock as he started to get close himself. “Gonna fill this pussy up baby. Wanna see you dripping with my cum.” He moaned. Kissing me roughly and thrusting up into me he let out deep growl as he released inside me I continued to ride him as I reached my own high.

I collapsed against him in his lap. Laying my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his big arms around me holding me against his chest. After resting for a few minutes I broke the silence preparing soft kisses on his neck.

“Thank you for taking me ice skating baby,” I giggled. “Even though you hated it.” I felt him let out a deep chuckle from his chest.

“Any time baby girl. You know I’d do anything for ya, even if I suck at it.” He smirked. I snorted.

“You really almost had it bear.” I teased. He raised an eyebrow a mischievous look in his eye.

“You tryna go for another punishment?” He asked. I bit my lip.

“I don’t know if I could handle anymore.” I blushed.

“We’ll see about that,” He smiled and kissed me passionately.

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bronx-bomber87 · 4 months

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Happy Wednesday amazing fandom. So Next ep (4x22) will be on Friday this week. So I'll post Sunday for 5x01. Didn't want to post my usual next Monday on Christmas just as an FYI. Let's get started. Ahhh we only have 2 left in this season. Last two are huge. This one is more geared towards Lucy and her feelings. With Ashley thrown in the mix. Lucy’s feelings for Tim that are getting harder to conceal by the day. This is a good one heavy content after such low one for last two. So let’s get going.

4x21 Mother’s Day

We start off with problem number one. I mean Chris. Lucy telling him it’s a hard pass on meeting his parents. Not just no. 'HARD PASS' Damn Lucy straight up shutting his ass down. Her commitment issues are glaring in this scene. You can tell by her body language alone. Look at how uncomfortable she is as they’re talking about this subject. Touching the back of her neck. Her hand lingering near her tattoo. She is not feeling this conversation one bit.

To her Chris isn’t serious enough to be even remotely near that. Also she doesn't care enough either. Never close to that kind of commitment. Never was… i.e. 5x08 and all that. He is the definition of a convenience relationship. Also the man is blind when it comes to reading her properly. She says no and he pushes it. Then when he doesn’t get what he wants basically scolds her for it. Her face when he says ‘I figured you’d say that.’ Like why you asking then mofo? He gets under my skin like no other…

This next portion is jealously personified oh my lord. Mostly on Lucy’s part. Clown and Lucy walk up to Tim/Ashley discussing a trip. Lucy immediately needing to know if they’re planning a vacation. Chris being clued in for once is shocked she’s asking about it. Look at the man's eyebrows in the first gif. They say yes Hawaii. Chris goes right back to being the clueless idiot. He says he loves Hawaii but never been.... Why do you even speak man? Useless info from a useless human being.

Ashley starts spouting on about beaches and crap no one cares about tbh ha Lucy is not really listening anyways. You can tell she’s tuned out and is in analysis mode. Melissa is conveying so much with just her eyes in that second gif. She is jelly belly. Look at her watching them and trying to digest this moment. Her jealously starts here and doesn’t end till we reach Tim’s prank.

Chris tells her to call him if she changes her mind. Lucy just wards him off and says she won’t. No means no schmuck. Tim tries to ask her about that comment and Lucy deflects. She doesn’t care about Chris’s parents. Her one and only focus is about him. Needing to know whose idea it was for Hawaii? Tim being clueless to her inquiry just says mine I guess why? Lucy doesn’t get to finish her thought because they run into Harper.

Lucy mentions she thought she had the day off? Nyla says she did but Donovan is being a prick about the holiday. That he took Lila to see his mom for Mother’s Day. All the way in Santa Barbara. Leaving Nyla childless for Mother’s Day. Doing it as revenge. What a dick. Lucy says that’s really cruel even for him. Harper mentions James is taking his boys to see his ex-wife cause he’s a decent human being LOL

That at least she’s being paid time and a half to plot her revenge. Tim having slight respectful fear of her says he can wait to see what she comes up with haha Lucy joining him saying they should sell tickets. Their faces in those gifs are primo. I also love their shared looks as they leave. Damn they’re cute together. The most married looks as they’re leaving I cannot stand it. Knowing not to mess with Nyla today of all days. Best they can do is just get the hell out of there ha

We rejoin them in the shop. We watch Lucy struggle with wanting to get her thoughts out. You can tell she is nervous and scared of the answer she might get. Watching her body language alone during this scene is so telling. It's showing she is dying inside. That this is eating at her so much. Not once has Lucy ever thought Ashley was the right one for him. Now there is this potential he could be thinking about proposing to her... and it's making her sick to her stomach.

She is trying to contain her meltdown about this as best she can. Also like to note while Lucy builds up her courage in the first gif Tim is not stressed whatsoever. LOL Just thinking it's a normal day as they get out on the road. Living his best life while Lucy has her internal battle in the first gif. Lucy finally gets the guts to ask the question burning a hole in her stomach.

One that is making her nauseous. If he’s proposing to Ashley? She says it all high pitched. Clearly so very nervous of his potential answer. Tim seems blind sided by the question. The way he raises his eyebrows kills me. Saying no... They’ve only been dating a few months. Interesting you date Lucy for a few weeks and give up your career path to stay near her…Almost like she isn’t the one but we’ll get there haha

Lucy tells Tim he needs to be careful of the signals he’s sending. He asks her what she means? What kind of signals? She says the kind that makes her get a manicure. So that she can send pictures of a ring to all her friends. The way his eyes bug out in horror. Yeah there’s a man ready for the altar… The thought of marrying Ashley putting him in an absolute panic. That’s your soulmate right there Tim…better lock that down....They get interrupted by dispatch before they can continue. Lucy is enjoying his panic about it though. To her that means that’s not where they’re headed. So for now her freakout simmers down from a boil.

They return to the station to sync up with Angela. Their earlier call is linked to her situation from this morning. She was at a Mother’s Day brunch with Patrice and they got held up at gun point. These punks stole her Mother’s Day gift and terrified her MIL. Harper comes in like a bat out of hell. It’s pretty hilarious tbh. I love how Tim and Lucy just stand there as they plot Donovan’s demise. Her deserves it.

Talking about curses and such. They’re so chaotic together and it makes me so happy. I always enjoy their scenes though. Tim saying they should leave before become accessories. heh I love him being low key scared of Angela it’s the best. Also could they be any closer to each other as they leave? It’s like you guys want me to point this stuff out haha

Lucy is visiting with Patrice and she’s giving her solid mom advice. I love it so much. Saying her mom has to be the one to make the amends not her. Lucy seems so grateful for the advice. It's a super sweet mini moment. Tim walks in complaining about hotel prices. Lucy comes over and he has her look at his phone. (not a wifey thing to do at all...)Then tells him that’s not a bad deal. That if he wants cheaper he's gonna have to do Honolulu motel 6 LOL How romantic.... Patrice says Oh, Going to Hawaii? Congrats on his engagement.

Lucy is loving being right. She is beaming with smugness really. Saying ‘Ah told you!’ Tim tells her he’s not getting engaged. He’s so adamant about it. Patrice asks if his GF knows that? They have serious old married couple vibes in this scene. Especially when Patrice asks if he’s really this clueless? Her reply is absolute gold. Flirting with him right in front of Wesley’s mom LOL

I’m sure she’s thinking why aren’t these two together? The chemistry from their banter alone is enough to think that. He doesn’t even fight her just sighs. Accepting his fate with her in these situations. God they’re so married and adorable I cannot stand it. Soulmate material right here folks. Front and center. Lucy smiling as he walks away. She loves her goober so very much. Splashed all over her face.

Angela gives them an update on their crime spree couple. Saying their next target was a bridal shop. Lucy makes a pot shot at Tim. Angela perks right up and is confused as hell. Tim wards Lucy off and says to ignore her. We watch Lucy get agitated. The whole idea of Tim getting engaged is not sitting well with her in the slightest.

Now this is what I find the most interesting about this scene. After Tim says that Angela isn’t watching Tim’s reaction. She’s watching Lucy’s. Look at how she gauges Lucy. Can see she is deeply irritated. Her Chenford radar going off. She’s intuitive af I mean she’s a detective she has to be but still LOL She is reading what Lucy is projecting in this moment and is surprised Tim isn’t….

When they’re back in the shop Lucy continues to push her luck with this subject. Poking the bear just a little bit more. Saying the website she’s on says Hawaii is the #1 place to get married. Tim retorting back there’s no way she thinks he’s proposing. Lucy presses on because she can’t help herself. Say he’s of a certain age LOL His reaction to that is too damn funny. Like excuse me love?

Lucy adds in that Ashley is in her prime. That on paper this makes sense. That it’s a no brainer really. (Love the little tongue flick in that gif btw. Yum.) It’s coming off as teasing when Lucy low key needs to know. She has to have answers to all this. Also she is in quite the panic. Not hiding it well at all in order to get them. Lucy puts the final nail in the coffin of her anxiety with her next question. Asking if he can see himself married to her?

It’s the hesitation that says everything to me. He takes a few beats before replying. Lucy is anxiously awaiting his reply. Fidgeting with her phone as the silence stretches. Hoping its more of the 'No' he was giving her earlier. He finally answers like it’s a business transaction. Not someone he loves...Saying yeah he can. Lying liar who lies Timothy Bradford. SMH. This response it’s like wanting a specific meal and the restaurant is out. So they offer you something of lesser value. You’re hungry so you go with it. That’s Ashley. She is the lesser value of Lucy. Tim knows it. So he is settling with this relationship.

Why you ask? Because it’s safe and comfortable. Just like Lucy is with Chris. Also in the back of his head he knows he can never be with Lucy like that. Or so he thinks. He too felt that spark in 4x01 too. Has also been suppressing those thoughts all season. So what helps? A distraction. I.e. Ashley. I looked up settling just to have a good definition. "Settling isn't a choice people happily make for themselves. Often, people settle out of fear. It could be the fear of failure, fear of not being good enough, or even fear of rejection, and, in light of that, settling can feel like the safest choice." Definition of his relationship with Ashley especially going forward after this ep.

He sounds so unconvincing I don’t know Tim even believed what he just said. What Tim is doing here the epitome of settling at this point with Ashley. I don’t think one bit he actually wants to marry her. So much as he needs the companionship. Something he thought he could live without before Lucy. Then she brought Rachel into his life. He realized he could do this again. That he even missed it. So he may put off this lone wolf vibe but our boy just wants to be loved. So he will settle for any love he can get even if it’s not right for him. Which hurts my heart on a deep level.

We shoot back to Lucy. His reaction seems meh but hers is another story. She very much believes him and looks devastated. This episode is her epiphany episode IMO. Where all these feelings she felt launch for Tim during the 4x01 hug are bubbling up to the surface. She's been trying all season to tamp it down. To push it away thinking if she did it would just go away. Not how feelings work my friend.

I saw the funniest tag(s) for this set when I was looking for gifs. Couple people used it actually. Said it felt like Lucy was playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes LOL That is this scene. She went hunting for answers and only came up with heartbreak and sadness. Her plan was to validate her feelings about this whole thing. All it did was blow up in her face. She’s teased him the entire episode. She inadvertently made him seriously think about this.

She then got an answer she did not want… (none of us did) This is the absolute opposite of how she was with Rachel. She truly wanted Tim to be happy with her. News like this would’ve made her happy back in S2. Because Rachel was Lucy 2.0. Sad fact is Ashley is no where near right for Tim and she knows it. Also so much as transpired between them since S2. Her feelings being one of them. That makes this reaction she is having even more intense.

If Tim looked over he would’ve seen the devastation. It’s the most transparent she’s been all season long. Lucy has been a clear glass window this entire season with him. Yet this moment stands out as her most telling IMO. Lucy asked what she was scared to really get an answer for. Then got back a reply she was dreading. The last one above gets me the most. Melissa I commend you for it. So much being expressed here.

The way she is processing what’s he’s told her. The emotions coursing through her body. The twitch of her mouth trying to keep herself in check. Looks like she wants to scream or cry or possibly both. Shake Tim and say WTF are you thinking? Most of all she is just hurt. Not taking this kind of info in stride and realizing she is not. Like that dog with the house on fire sitting there with his coffee. ‘This is fine….’ I feel like sums up her emotions for this inquiry she made.

These are just great action shots of our couple in the field. They catch up to the crime spree couple. They're getting married in this really pretty church. Hijacked someone's wedding. Look how close they are as they fire back. Could take his own position but no lets share cover hehe I love the unnecessary touching she does on her way to catch the wife. It wasn’t necessary to touch him Lucy. Yet I’m here for it 100 %. That building is so beautiful BTW What a lovely place to get married. I hope whenever they get married someplace pretty like this. Or maybe won't be a church at all. Idc where as long as they're married ha

Ashley is waiting for him outside the station after his shift. She asks how his day was? He says good but Lucy was particularly annoying today. Please Timothy. Like you didn’t enjoy all of that attention from her. Do like Ashley defending Lucy and saying 'I'm sure that's not true.' Tim notices her new nail color and mentions it. Ashley says yeah she just got them done. The panic on this man’s face. LMFAO You’re a liar sir about wanting to marry her. 'Yeah I can' my ass.

Tim tells her he needs to clear the air about something. That there was a reason Lucy was so annoying today. She was convinced taking her to Hawaii meant a proposal. He panics some more and says 'You don’t think that right? Cause I’m not... 'Crashing and burning you handsome fool. She puts a finger to his lips and tells him to shush. That this isn’t what she was expecting at all.

That if he had she would’ve just said no… because she has no interest in being married ever. That she doesn’t want kids either. She's not wired that way. Now to me this should’ve been the end of the relationship for Tim. These are all things Tim wants out of a relationship. She is basically telling him exactly what she wants out of this. What she doesn’t want as well. She’s being honest and upfront. It’s up to Tim to tell her he wants those things out of a relationship. That this isn't going to work based on that.

He wants marriage and kids. I’m not an Ashley fan don’t get me wrong. I know the fandom didn’t like her. I sure wasn’t pleased with her being around. But she tells him right here and now she doesn’t want marriage. Not only that she doesn’t want kids. I don’t think that makes her selfish. It just makes her incompatible with Tim. It's actually self inflicted wound for Tim to continue dating her. Knowing he wants those things. She is a woman who knows what she doesn’t want and is telling him as such. That's what you do when you're dating someone. So you see if your values and life goals align. Their's very much don't.

I do think this moment is on Tim 100 %. We’ve seen him have communication problems in past relationships. Not telling his former SO's exactly how he is feeling. This relationship is extended due to lack of communication in this moment. Look at this man. He is deflated she doesn’t want these things. His response and body language is screaming disappointment. Unfortunately Ashley fails to read this. He should’ve told her he wants all those things.

Sadly he doesn't... the reality is he’s settling as I stated before. He is faking it with her. Saying that this is ok with him. It’s one thing not to be ready to marry someone. It’s another to realize this relationship has no future for him. He doesn’t want to be alone. This is a safe enough relationship to commit to so he does. Even if it’s stealing all his dreams away from him. Which makes me so sad for him. Because he thinks this is it for him. Which is why S5 is huge for him. But I'll gush about that when we get there. You know I love my Tim but staying in his relationship and having it last longer is on him. Instead of walking away because they aren't right for each other.

Tim sees Lucy is watching and is a little shit. He asks Ashley if she’ll do him a favor? First off kudos to Melissa once again for conveying so very much with just a look. Tim is making sure he’s looking over at her as he ‘proposes.’ If you look at his face you can see his eyes flit over to her. Pranking is their love language. But if Tim had looked over after he 'proposed' he would see a heart breaking. I think it’s here Lucy is realizing her feelings for Tim.

Because she is reacting like someone who is in love. Lucy is now heartbroken thinking Tim is getting married. Her person is getting married. To the wrong person. She is beyond crushed really. If you looked up devastated in the dictionary that gif should be there. Lucy is so gone for him at this point and its hitting her like a ton of bricks. I mean her behavior this entire episode reflects that. This is a painful epiphany for her.

It was something that was on a low simmer in the back of her brain all season. Now its been pulled to the forefront and is boiling over. I think she is having a million thoughts racing through her mind right now. That he is far more than just her friend and co-worker. He is her best friend and she's in love with him. That is the face of someone who is crushed her person is going to marry someone else. Be bound to Ashley. When she is the right person for him not her.

Chris comes up babbling about his mom and Lucy has checked out. She is there in body but her mind is outside with Tim. In the first gif we can see her trying to reset. To care that her current BF is in front of her. That she isn't having a emotional spiral about her best friend getting married. She’s scrambling to assemble her thoughts and emotions. Lucy is so flustered and trying to give a crap about Chris's existence. She’s so visibly upset and Chris once again doesn’t read her well.

It’s then she gets Tim’s text we see relief flood over her. Then instant anger as Tim waves at her as they leave. If I was Ashley I would be questioning why my boyfriend wanted to trick his ‘platonic aide’ into thinking they’re engaged…but ok. She ignores Chris further and goes to hunt down Angela to curse Tim LOL Once again how Chris and Ashley didn’t see how in love these two idiots were I’ll never know. Especially Chris my god. Lucy was so very transparent this entire season with Tim.

Also she just straight ignored you son. So focused on wringing Tim’s neck after upsetting her. But sure man bring up your parents she didn’t want to meet LOL Not once did she acknowledge his conversation. Her only goal getting back at Tim. Leaving Chris just standing there like clueless dope he is.... Such good episode though. Especially for Lucy. This is her 'Uh oh epiphany moment.' about her feelings for Tim. All came to a head when she thought he was getting married. So good.

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Side notes non-chenford

I love Donovan’s mom bringing Lilah to Nyla. Acknowledging want a douche her son was being. Couldn’t allow them to be apart on Mother’s Day.

Also Patrice spending the day dispensing advice to everyone LOL Loved it. Wish could've included her advice to Lucy but ran out of room.

Thank you for everyone who’s been on. This journey with me. I can’t believe next ep Is the S4 finale. Insane. all of your like, comments and reblogs make my entire day. I love every single one of them. See you all in 4x22 :)

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queen-of-scissors · 1 year

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Hello there 💧anon

I don’t know if you celebrate Christmas but if you feel comfortable with it could you write something post imposter au where the reader is forgiving and all and the reader wants to celebrate but is walking on eggshells and is scared to introduce anything new as to not anger the acolytes and lots of comfort

Merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate

İ. Must. Finish. This. Before. New year!!!!

Also i don't celebrate Christmas but i think i have a good understanding of the things thats done in it, so ill try my best ^^

İf i wrote something that sounds rude in anyway to any culture i apologise, feel free to correct me in the comments i love learning more about cultures :)

Happy Christmas or New year or Yule or whichever you celebrate :D ☃️❄️

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WARNİNGS: no specific gender, mentions of alcohol, angst with comfort, the reader is physically hurt in the flashback

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Memories of the snow.

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The warm weather of Dragonspine slowly caresses your face.

İt wasn't supposed to be warm, but then again, a lot of the thing that you lived through wasn't supposed to happen at all. Maybe it's because it's supposed to be codes, You had to start to get used to that.

İt hurt to walk, but you can't stop yet. İf you don't find something edible soon you might pass out from exhaustion, which could make you an easy target for your... Hunters.

Just as you think about food, you realize a sweet aroma filling the air.

Ever since you got here, you have been unbelievably lucky, maybe whichever god that's up there pitied you, or maybe this is a trap.

Either way, you slowly walk up the path, hoping to find a hilichurl camp and not fatui ones as the nice smell is getting stronger.

You couldn't help but daydream about the food you might eat, it doesn't smell like regular Hilichurl meat, which doesn't even smell at all. Maybe it's 'goulash'? The food for Dragonspine that helps you to survive longer in the harsh wind. Though you don't really need it in this condition.

Maybe it's not red meat, it smells less strong for it, is it 'sweet Madame'? You always wanted to eat some ever since you fell here. You tried to recreate it but all you could do was eat chicken that tasted like grass.

As the smell is getting closer, you slowly begin to wake up.

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"Your highness? Are you still resting?"

You opened your eyes, and your golden abode greets you once again.

The nightmare, no, the flashback felt so real. You could still feel the hunger in your stomach and the warmth of the food you were about to eat in the dream.

... Also the Sharp pain piercing through your right shoulder before you could even get your first bite.

"I apologize for disturbing you," the voice from the back of the door spoke up. "However we need to start your Schedule immediately, it is a busy day today"

Their voice was apologetic, kind even, but it still made your blood run cold by how assertive it felt over you.

"I'm up. İ will be out soon" you got up from the bed immediately as the voice started telling you what needs to be done today.

Your clothes were so uncomfortably comfortable. it was light and it wraps your body perfectly, which was the same exact reason why it felt like it got stuck on your skin. Which is why you didn't feel bad that you had to take them out.

You threw your clothes on your work table and your eyes got stuck on the calendar on it.

...oh it was New year already?

İt might not be in your own world, since time works differently between them. You wonder if it's snowing there? Perhaps it just started, or maybe the snow is thick enough to have a snowball fight.

You missed Earth. You really did. Even the times when it felt suffocating to live in sometimes. Even the times you were forced to have family dinners on occasion, well, those weren't that bad. You usually sat somewhere playing genshin when your family members scolded you for being on your phone.

Back then, you would kill for meeting your characters under the mistletoe.

... But now, maybe it's better not to meet them at all.

İts not that you are angry at them, you even forgive them after all that! They didn't know who you were after all, but you still feel like you are walking on a landmine every time you talk to them.

What if you say something or ask something that you are not supposed to, what then? They say that they have no reason to hurt you, but you learned that all of your current power is depending on your people the moment you set foot here.

You are nothing without your followers.

Your thoughts get cut off by the door opening once you finish getting dressed.

You are greeted by Tartaglia, who was smiling at you warmly, however, it looked so fake to you. You could almost picture him practicing in front of the mirror just so it looks friendly and approachable to you. You still appreciated the thought.

"Good morning, your Grace! Please excuse my sudden visit, I just needed to speak with you for a moment."

"...Of course," you decide to avert your eyes to the furniture, suddenly the numbers on the calendar seemed so interesting than whatever repent prayer he has for you.

He gets to his one knee, "oh, the all-loving and forgiving god of all gods, we are but merely weaklings under your strength, perhaps I ask too much, however... Err..." He stops and then continues.

"However i-"

"That..." You cut in a soft voice, you averted your eyes once you realized what you've done. "sorry I didn't mean to stop you I just..." you looked at him again "this doesn't sound like you at all."

You let go of the breath you didn't realize you were holding when Ajax laughs "Hahaha, is it that obvious that I practiced?"

His friendly voice eases your tension a bit. He continues with a more relaxed tone.

"İ didn't want to anger you more than I already have, and what I'm about to ask for might sound a bit selfish, so I asked Mr. Zhongli on how can I speak properly, without disrespecting you in any way." İt was his turn to avert his eyes now.

"...Why?"

Ajax looks back at you, confused "What do you mean, your Grace?"

"I already said I forgive all, what makes you think İ'm still angry?"

"...Well" Ajax gets up from where he was and attempts to fix his posture before continuing, "Forgive me if it's rude in any way, your holiness, however..."

"Your smile seems fake."

You freeze.

When he sees your expression, he turns back to Tartaglia again. The only-business part of himself. The cold one.

"İ know what we've done is unforgivable. You are truly the most kind to not even want us to witness your wrath. but please, no need to fake it to make us feel better."

They think that you are still mad, while you are just afraid.

You want to tell them. You want to explain and talk about it, but you can't even bring yourself to open your mouth.

Why are you still afraid? War is already over. They need to know that too!

So be it. İf you can't bring yourself to talk about that. Maybe you can prove to them you are not mad by showing them.

"...let's talk about that later. What did you need from me?"

He looks at you "ok then, uh... its almost time for the festival in Shneznaya, we do that at every start of the year to celebrate- uhh, you might already know,

İ won't be personally attending, of course! Someone needs to protect you~" he winks "But, my siblings are a bit hard to convince. They want to spend time with me and well..."

"Do you want to go?"

Tartaglia laughs again "I won't lie and say that I don't miss my homeland. But that's not why I'm here."

He smiles a bit, you swore you could see his eyes light up a little, but it's gone as soon as you saw it, it might just be the sun playing tricks on you.

"My siblings want to spend the holiday with me. İ know it's selfish of me to ask to bring children to such a holy place-"

"You can bring them."

He turns his head towards you as soon as you let those words get past your lips, "Realy?"

You think about it. They are just children, they can't really harm you. Plus it might be even nice hearing about the holidays.

"Yeah! İt would be nice to have children at the dinner table. İt might even help release tension caused by my presence." You thought out loud.

He catches up on that.

"You would be pretty anxious too if you were at a table with your god~" he teased.

You smiled, and Ajax could suddenly feel his numb heart all over again.

"Maybe you are right, thank you. Ajax"

Ajax didn't answer. You called for him but he looks at you like how a reindeer would look at the car flash.

"OH SHİ- AJAX BREATH!!!!"

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You were wrong.

Now that you feel less scared of the things around you, you can finally see that your acolytes feel somewhat worse.

Your grand dinner table was decorated with the customs of the Shneznayan festival. İt was a beautiful combination of white, red, green, and Gold. İt was almost the same as Christmas in your own world, the only difference was instead of the big decorated tree, there was a statue of you.

That, and your acolytes looking at their plate in shame, as if seeing even a piece of your hair is sacrilege.

Even with their close proximity, Archons were still the least close to you in terms of emotions. Their usual chattiness from in-game voice lines was long gone, you were sure you could even make Zhongli eat seafood in this state of his mind.

The gods were, of course, sitting closest to you. Usually, no one else joins you on your meals but on occasion, some people are invited over just because of formalities. Even then, your guests sit at another table, which is far away from you but in a place where you can still see their faces.

Not in this situation though. You especially requested that they dine with you at the same table. Making Tartaglia the Target of the glares tonight.

This heavy atmosphere makes you feel like you made a mistake. Maybe you shouldn't talk about it and treat it as a normal dinner, hearing about your world might make them feel worse, and if it gets worse-

"Your highness!!! Look what I drew!"

You look at Teucer. He is holding a drawing he made of you.

You feel everyone holding their breath as you gently take the drawing from his hands. Will you think of it as blasphemy?

İn the drawing, you hold his hand and someone else's hand while all three of you fly through, what seems to be, Shneznaya's City... İn the arms of a ruin guard.

"This is so nice Teucer! Thank you so much!"

Teucer lets out an excited gasp, "You know my name?!"

"Of course! İ know a lot of things" you smiled warmly and looked at his other siblings "I also know about Tonia and Anthon!"

As the kids look at each other all excitedly, the room suddenly seems a little bit lighter.

"Yes, the Creator knows everything indeed!" Ajax tells them. "They also know when you don't eat your greens and that makes them sad you know~"

"You guys don't eat your vegetables?" You play along "but I created them for you"

Tonia stutters "b-but... They don't taste good!"

Anthon joins in "But you ALSO created fish! So we can eat those!"

You laugh, they are pretty smart, huh!

"Well, I have nothing to say to that! Please eat as much as you like from whatever you like today!"

The children go back to their meals as the table falls silent once more,

Until you hear a mouse squeak in the crowd.

"Your highness did you just laugh?!" Venti partially screams, with that voice, you understand that the mouse was him all along.

"Barbatos, have some manners!" Zhongli suddenly speaks "Did you forget where you might be, or shall I remind you?"

"your laugh sounds so refreshing, your Grace! Like pure water in the middle of a desert!" Sais Nahida, clearly happy for you!

"AHEM, might I remind you all that this sudden outburst can scare them?" Tsaritsa states politely.

"But we never heard them laugh! I think this deserves a celebration!" Venti says while getting up "İM GETTİNG THE VİNE!!!"

"Stop! There are children here!" Childe gets up to stop him.

"İ- uhm, it's really not that big of a deal?" You say softly.

"Please don't mind those idiots, your grace." Tsaritsa shoots a glare across the table. "They simply can't control their emotions, however, I must say, even though it is rare for me to actually agree with that drunkard, I also believe that this calls for a celebration."

Nahida continues before you could say anything "I also agree! İt's been a while since we heard your laugh again. A celebration for the bird, that has found its voice once again!"

"Speaking of the Celebration, is anything particular about this festival that made you want to open up to us again?" Falcuar asked.

"Oh yeah! Why is this cooolldd festival but not a better one? Like the wind-"

Venti was silenced by two very angry gods, and forced to sit down on his chair again.

"Well? Tell us!" The god of Pyro beamed.

And at that moment, after months and months of convincing, you finally felt safe enough to show emotions. Which made you feel all of them at the same time and...

"YOUR HOLİNESS-"

"İt's ok," Nahida smiled gently "please let it all out, you don't need to stop yourself from feeling anymore."

"I swear if you make a reference to pooping about it I will-"

"Hehehe, as you wish!"

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You finally let go of -most- of your fears and told them more about the traditions in your world.

They finally understand your point of view. They approach you gently now.

Nahida suggested babyproof your abode so you don't feel any accidental physical pain that reminds you of those times. İt's up to you to accept or not.

The bubbly types try not to do sudden things that May scare you (Yoimiya even tries to find a way to make soundless fireworks (failed))

And most of all, people don't beg for forgiveness every time they see you now!

However, you couldn't stop them from celebrating this day as the day of your smile. They give presents to each other as a way to bring a smile to their, and your, face. They also stole some of the traditions in your world just so it makes you feel more at home.

They hope that you will smile and be happy the next year as well :)

❄️🎉Happy New year, creator!!!🎉❄️

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pick-me-up-im-scared · 11 months

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I Love You, Ellie (Ellie Williams x Reader) (Angst)

Author´s Note: Another Ellie one shot! The other one did really well, like woah. I've never had a post done that well, thank you! I was inspired by @s-4pphics ´s story, read it here! They aren't really that similar, but I want to give them credit when they were the reason I came up with this idea. This is a long one, so get yourself ready and enjoy!

Short Summary: You have to go on a patrol for a few days. But your girlfriend Ellie isn't too pleased to hear that. You tell her everything will be fine, but she's still not sure. She just doesn't want anything bad to happen to you.

⚠️Warning!⚠️: This story includes pretty explicit gore. Decide for yourself if you can take it.

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I can’t believe it. You let your right hands trace her left cheek. I can’t believe the gorgeous woman in front of me is mine. Your eyes roamed over her perfect face, counting the freckles that decorated her face. Her long lashes you’ve always been so jealous of. The cut in her eyebrow, giving her a more ”tough look”, but you knew the truth. When you have her wrapped in your arms, cheek pressed against your chest, she’s anything but tough. I’ll miss you. Ellie hated the fact that you’ve made her such a softy. Yet she can’t help but melt down in a puddle whenever you touched her. If you were to tell her to go to the other side of the ocean and pick you a flower she would be back the next morning. Even thought it bothered her she couldn’t seem to care when you called her name. You leaned in closer, listening for the typical small snores she would do when she’s in deep sleep. ”Boo!” Ellie yelled, making you jump. Ellie burst out in laugher. ”Dick” you mumbled as you slapped her arm. ”You should have seen your fucking face!” Ellie said with a cheeky smirk as she pulled you closer. ”Yeah, yeah” you rolled your eyes as you let her. Ellie brushed away a few strands of hair from your face ”Have I ever told you you are very beautiful?”. You chuckled while looking into her eyes. ”I´m glad I got you before that cocksucker could make a move. He didn't have a fucking chance anyway” Ellie said with a pissed-off tone. You smiled at her, ”He just asked me where the toilets were. Plus, I wasn't even interested in him. I wanted you” you said before giving Ellie’s lonely lips some company. She smiled into the kiss, with such a cocky smile you wouldn’t want to see it.

You pulled back, placing your fingers over her mouth to stop her ”But you should really watch your language, young lady. Or you won’t get any christmas presents”. Ellie grabbed your hand and pulled it away from her mouth before saying, with a husky tone ”That train has already left. I´m naughty, and I will show you just how naughty I am”. Ellie crashed her lips on your once again, but this time with much more lust. You couldn’t help but let out a moan at the sudden dominance. At only 8 in the morning! She hovered you as the kiss quickly went over into an intense makeout-session. Ellie let her hands roam free, grabbing the fat of you’re body. You pushed her hips into your, feeling desperate to feel her in such a lack of clothes. A knock on the door made you both jump. You broke from the kiss and looked at the hallway. Ellie moved her gaze back at you ”You’re waiting for someone?”. ”Uh… yeah” you said while nervously bitting the inside of your cheek. Should I tell her now? Another knock snapped you out of your thoughts. Ellie rolled off of you so you could answer the door. With heavy steps you felt the room, feet still filled with sleep. You couldn’t help but shiver as they met the cold steps you’re forced to take down the stairs. Another knock, heavier then the others was made before you grabbed the handle ”Yeah, yeah” you mumbled tiredly. You unlocked the door and pushed down the handle to open it.

A cold wind woke you up. ”Hey! Are you ready to-” Dina stopped herself from finishing her sentence when she looked down at the oversized t-shirt you use to sleep in. ”I think you need a little more clothes then that. Perhaps a sweater” Dina sarcastically suggested. You rolled your eyes ”Fuck you. I slept in late”. Dina gave a teasing smirk, ”Have you told Ellie?”. You looked down at the chipped off nail polish on your toenails ”Not yet” you mumbled, feeling mean for not telling her until last minute. A sigh left Dina’s mouth. ”Okay. You do that. And put some clothes on, it’s pretty chilly” she informed. You nod you head while still looking at the floor. As you was about to close the door Dina grabbed your wrist, making you look up at her. ”You got this” Dina said followed with a warm smile. You forced a smile back while nodding you head once again. She lets go of your hands and walks down your porch, but turned around ”Jesse and I are at the stable. Get there when you’re done!”. ”Okay” you answered with a small voice, just enough for her to hear. You closed the door again, not bothering to lock it since you will be walking out of it in a few minutes. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, preparing yourself to deliver some news to Ellie you knew she wouldn’t like. Your feet somehow felt heavier on their way upstairs then down, despite your much more awoke state. You walked into you and Ellie’s shared bedroom without thinking to much, not wanting to risk getting stuck in the hallway. Too afraid to met her lovely pale green eyes.

”I don´t mean to sneak, but what is it you have to tell me?”. You widen your eyes. Somehow you didn’t think Ellie would notice Dina saying that even though her fucking name was in the sentence. You fumbled with your fingers, not thinking you would have to tell her this hectically. You haven’t even prepared your speech! But after a little while you let out a deep breath and sat down on her side of the bed, grabbing her hands ”I-I will be leaving for patrol… for a few days”. Ellie raised her eyebrow. ”How long?” she asked with a neutral tone. ”Five days” you answered after a little doubting. This is going better then I thought. ”Fuck” Ellie mumbled as she looked to the side. ”B-but I’ll be back soon. You won’t noti-” ”Where’s Maria” Ellie cut you off. You looked at her with confusion all over your face ”What?”. Ellie threw the covers off to the side and jumped out of bed ”I need to talk to her. Telling her someone else needs to take your place” Ellie said with a neutral tone. I spoke too soon. You widened your eyes, shooting your head towards the closet where she’s currently standing ”What? No, no, no”. You quickly ran over to her, grabbing her clothes to stop her from getting dressed ”You can’t do that! Ellie?”. She wouldn’t even look at you, just picking a new pair of pants since you took her previous ones. ”Yes I can. And I will” she said with a stern tone. ”No, Dina and Jesse is waiting on me!”. Ellie effortlessly puts a shirt on since both your hands where occupied by the rest of her closet. ”They’ll find someone else!”. ”I won´t let you go on another patrol after what happened last time” Ellie mumbled, irritated by Maria´s stupid choice to pick you despite what she told her after your last incident. ”It was one time, Ellie” you whined, not feeling like having this argument with your girlfriend… again. ”Noting happened. Just a few scratches” you watched as Ellie kept dressing herself. ”Ellie?” you asked softly. Nothing. ”Ellie!” you snapped, finally getting her attention. ”I will do it no matter what you say” you said with a steady tone, making sure she understood you’re serious. Ellie looked at you for a while, twisting her face before she gave up and walked off to the side. You turned to the closet and dumped the pile in your arms before you started to dress yourself.

As you zipped up your jacket you looked over your shoulder. Ellie was sitting on the bed, leg to her chest as she looked at the window. Even from where you were standing you could see her glossy cheeks. You bite down on your lip, trying to stop yourself from crying. You hate to see her cry, especially when you’re the cause of it. After grabbing your already prepped backpack you slowly made your way to the bed. You dropped it by the bed as you sat down on your previous position, scooting yourself a little closer to Ellie. ”Ellie” you said with a petty-full tone as you placed your hand on her knee. She still looked out at the depressed weather, matching her emotions perfectly. It’s like higher powers knew how she was feeling. ”I don´t want you to be sad” you admitted, feeling worse and worse by your girlfriend´s current state. ”But I need to do this, Ellie” ”Why? I can talk to Maria and she can fix a job for you at the stable or something”. You closed your eyes, really trying your best not to lash out on your crying girlfriend that you’re about to leave for five days. That would really be the cherry on the top. If you’re pissed at each other and can’t talk it out until you’re back. ”But that’s not where they need people” you said calmly. Ellie mumbled a quiet ”I know”. You grabbed her face, forcing her to face you. Seeing her face this clearly made your heart break even more. But you needed to be strong. ”I will be careful” you assured as you wiped away her tears with your thumbs. Ellie sighed, ”I will hate this in the morning”. A smile came to your lips ”But I won’t be here to hear that” you said as you kissed her right cheek. Ellie huffed at your lame joke. You raised up and threw your backpack on your back. Ellie eyed you, feeling a lot of mixed emotions. You cleared your throat ”D-do you want to wave me off?”. Ellie nod her head and followed you to the door.

When you finished tying your shoes you opened the door. You looked back at your girlfriend. For some reason it felt like you were about to leave her… for good, even though you knew you would be back in a few days. This made it impossible to keep a tear from rolling down your cheek. You waved it off, not wanting it to be even harder then it already was for Ellie. But you were failing based on the matching tear going down on her cheek. I hate to see her cry. The cold breeze making its way in the house snapped you out of your thoughts. You grabbed you gloves before making your way over to Ellie. You grabbed her face and gave her the most passionate kiss, throwing all your emotions into it. Love, desperation, sorrow. Ellie could taste it. You comb your fingers thought her hair that still had a few knots from the night. Knowing you will miss waking up to her scarred back, tracing your fingertips over them. Plaster her shoulder with kisses til she walks up with a smirk.

Ellie lets her hands roam your clothes body, grabbing it desperately as more tears falls down her cheeks and wet yours. She can´t help but let her mind think ”What if this is the last time? The last time I see her? The last time I feel her?” Ellie squeezed her eyes harder, wanting the thoughts to go away. She said she’ll be careful. She will be fine. Ellie just feel a little overprotective of you. Ever since Joel’s death she’s scared to let anyone she love be out of her sight. For about a month after the ”event” you’d find Ellie wide awake at 5am every single night. You always woke up at that time to go pee, and every single time she would sit with her back against the bed frame, one hand on your arm, staring into a wall. If the flashbacks wouldn’t keep her awake the guilt for not having an eye on you sure would do the job. In the beginning you could buy it. You know losing someone that close to you could do some fucked up things to your head. But when the days turned into weeks that then turned into months you figured this couldn’t be good for her health. It's not like she’s getting back the hours of missed out sleep with like naps or something. Nope, when you wake up she gets up to eat breakfast with you and then continues her days like nothings wrong. By some miracle you convinced her nothing would happen to you, and that she could sleep thought the night cause I would be right beside her when she wakes up. Her only `but´ was that you would wake her up, even if you were just going to drink a glass of water at two in the morning. Thinking it’s better to wake her up max two times per night would be better then her not sleeping at all, you obeyed.

Ellie took a deep breath, breathing in the scent she will miss. She knows the second you close the door she will run up to your closet and put on one of your sweatshirts. Tricking her brain into thinking you’re still here. She will miss you so bad. ”I love you” Ellie said into the kiss. Despite the amount of times she’s told you that your stomach still bubbled. Ellie made you feel like a little schoolgirl. Whenever she’s around you always get flustered and can’t seem to control yourself. Its ridicules considering you two have been in a relationship for six years now. You pulled back first, knowing you had to stop yourself before you would change your mind and follow her back inside. You looked at each other one last time before you turned around and walked out the door. You didn’t dare look back when you walked away from your shared house. Tear continued to fall down your face despite your attempts at wiping them away as you put on your gloves. As you reached the stable you had calmed down. But according to Dina´s sympathetic look when she saw you, you couldn’t fool anyone. ”Good job, (y/n)” Dina said as she rubbed your back comforting. But you just when over to grab your horse´s harness from Jesse and walked her out of the stable. Jesse and Dina gave each other a look, but followed your action.

The leather rope felt weird in your hand. Almost like you’re not suppose to go. You sigh before jumping up onto your horse. When Dina and Jesse were in line with you the man opened the gate. Jesse took the lead like you’d planned a few weeks ago. He knows the paths the best and he’s the one who’s been on most patrols out of the three of you. That should give the guy some type of advantage, right? Dina slowed down to match up with your pace. She looked at you with a pitiful expression before asking ”How did she take it?”. ”I don't wanna talk about it” you answered with a calm but slightly annoyed tone. Dina looked off to the side as she sighed ”She can be a handful sometimes. But she just caress about you. Sure, it will be har-” ”I said I don't want to talk about it!” you snapped, enough for Jesse to look back at the two of you. Dina was shocked at your raise of tone. But she understood. She let you be for the rest of the ride to your first location to set camp. You felt like shit for creating this awkward silence among you three, but you really didn’t want to talk about it. You all get off of your horses and leads them into the building. Maria had warned you about a potential snowstorm so you figured the horses should be inside. After petting your horse along with some ”good girl!” and ”you did so well!” in that fake-ass happy voice that wouldn’t fool anyone expect for animals. At the corner of your eyes you saw Dina unpacking her stuff from her saddle. You walked up to her ”Hey, Dina”, she turned her head. You played with your fingers, never being one who’s great at apologies ”Uhm, I just-” you sighed ”I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I-I just don't want to talk about it. It was hard as it was and I’m just trying to not think about it. Okay?”. Dina gave you a warm smile ”Of course. I'm sorry I didn’t get the hint”. ”So, let's just forget about that now. I’m starving!” Dina wrapped her arm around your shoulders, leading you into the room you’d plan to sleep in.

You didn’t sleep well. Pretty obvious, I guess. Also the warmth of Ellie's body pressed against your back always seemed to easy you and remove any troublesome thought that was bugging you. What you didn’t know was Ellie also had the same sleeping-issues. She had pressed your pillow against her, trying to mimic your body. Ellie rolled over for what felt like the 100th time that night. The paranoia was catching up with her. She really didn’t want to fall asleep, but she knew you would kill her if you found out she hadn’t been sleeping these five days. Therefore her countess attempts. You felt awful leaving her when you know she has trouble sleeping with all the nightmares. And you sure would feel even worse if you knew Ellie would be crying herself to sleep that night. Sure, you’ve both been at patrols before, leaving the other to sleep on their own. But not for this long… Ugh, Ellie just wished the five days would be done by now.

You woke only to get dressed, eat a quick breakfast and pack your stuff again. You attached the bag on your saddle before leading your horse outside. The storm must not have been that bad considering the path wasn’t too packed with snow. You jumped up on the horse to await Dina. She soon show up, slower then ever. ”Get you ass on the horse, grandma!” you shouted. A chuckle could be heard from Jesse despite him being a little ahead of you. Dina flipped you off before getting on her horse. The ride to the next location wasn’t long. If it wasn't for the lack of time that wouldn’t allows us to go back we could have left the horse and walked. The three of us get off our horses and lead them to a more hidden place where we tie them to. Entering the place we can now identify it as a gas station. Odd considering the way you entered looked nothing like it. Thinking you might have entered through a backdoor or something you made it thought the shop. There was a room ahead, but you figured you would invest this place first. The three of you took of to different directions, making the exploring much quicker and affective. You walk past a shelf to see a shiny packaging. You pick up the small, paper-thin, rectangle to look at it. You notice it’s one of those superhero collection cards. In a sealed package. Ellie will love this one! You put it in the pocket of your jacket and move on.

But something made you freeze on the spot. A gunshot along with a horse scream in pain echoed though the small shop. You looked over at Jesse, not daring to even take a step. He wore the same scared expression as you. Two more shots were heard along with similar screams and loud thuds. ”No!” Dina screamed, not thinking straight as she’s running towards the door we came from. You ran up to her, tackling her trying to shush her. ”They killed our horses! My poor baby!” Dina cried out. ”I know, I know. But you need to stay quiet right now” you whispered. Dina continued her cries so you dragged her against a shelf close by. You put your hand over her mouth, continuously trying to make her shut up. You heard footsteps followed with gunshots, praying to God it’s Jesse. You let go of Dina as you grab your gun. You carefully crawl to the edge of the self and slowly peak though behind it. Jesse takes down the men, but you can tell he’s struggling. You aim your gun towards one of the guy´s head, but before you get to fire you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. Everything happened so quickly. You were able to pull the trigger before the gun fell out of your hand… you think?

The blood pumping in your ears made everything sound echoey. Dina yelled your name and you weren’t able to move out of your spot until another pain came to your chest. You sit down on your butt, head spinning like crazy. You looked up to see a man, pointing his rifle at your head. But before he gets to pull the trigger Jesse comes up behind him and slice his throat. You grasped at the wounds, trying your best to press down on them, just like you’ve been thought. You cry out in pain as you shaky hands come in contact with the bloody mess, ruining all your attempts at hiding. The blood makes a warm puddle in your lap, staining your out-washed jeans. Fuck, Ellie will be so pissed you thought before falling onto your back. You hit the ground with a thump. Normally, you would probably whine about the pain at the back of your head, but there were other things hurting worse. Dina's face popped into your field of vision, wearing the same concerned expression as Jesse. You felt Dina cutting up your shirt, but you didn’t have the power to lift your head. To be honest you didn’t know if you wanted to see. She let the blood-drenched shirt fall to the sides of your body. She unzipped her backpack to take out the first aid-kit she always packed but, thank god, haven’t had to use. Until now. The gunshots have stopped now. Did Jesse get them all? You raise up your hand to cough. As you pulled back your hand and looked at it you saw blood. You wiped it on your shirt, not knowing if it help or just got more blood on your hand.

Tears fell down the side of your face as the realization hits you. You will never have the barn you and Ellie always talked about. The one she would yell a lot of cursewords at while renovating it. The one which porch you would sit on in two rocking-chairs just like an old couple. Never be able to get married. Wearing your mom’s beautiful white dress, and see Ellie’s face when you walk down the aisle with your dad. She’s always said she’d like to do it the cheesy ”we can't see each other before the ceremony”-thing. You always burst out laughing when she says it cause you both know she’s the one who can't keep her hands off of you. Never be able to walk around with a big belly, starting a family with Ellie. Like you both always wanted. You already planned with the donator. Being able to call Ellie ”mine” in any possible way. Never be able to hold Ellie’s hands as they get more and more wrinkly. Get to see if she’ll be the grumpy old cat lady you’ve always thought she would be. The one who will curse out the neighbor's kids when they walk on our lawn.

Despite Dina’s successful attempts to stop the bleeding of both your wounds the pool of blood still grew bigger around you. She frowned and carefully turned your body on it’s side. You whined. Dina’s eyes widened as they met the sight on your back. She slowly puts you back in your previous position, but her mind was elsewhere. She was in pure shock, only able to focus on the blood on her hands. Your blood. Jesse looked back at Dina, only to see her sitting hopelessly in front of your body. ”Why aren’t you doing anything!” Jesse yelled. Every second was valuable. Dina turned around to look at him with a defeated look. Jesse's face dropped when he understood. He shot a glance at you before he kneed down beside his girlfriend.

As you looked at the decayed roof above you your mind wonders back to Ellie. You picture her sitting with her guitar, like that one time she played ”Take On Me” for you. She was so proud she finally learned it after months of trying. You don't know how many times you’ve heard the riff, followed with a curseword. That girl sure is stubborn. You never thought the day would come when she’d come into the kitchen as you were doing the dishes. ”Babe! I've got it!” she excitedly announced. She barely let you put down the plate you were currently working on before she grabbed your wrist and dragged you into the living room. You sat down on the couch, opposite side of Ellie as she readjusted the guitar on her lap. And then she started to play. You let yourself be stunned by her quiet yet beautiful voice. She never sung for you so you were soaking it all up. Her advanced fingers almost slide through the chords. You giggled whenever she made a silly face when she hit the wrong note. But the only thing you could feel was proudness. You were proud of Ellie. Like a stage-mom finally seeing her little girl on the big stage. Even thought you were the only audience that night she still put on one hell of a show. You chuckled at the memory. God, I will miss her.

You turned your head to look at Dina and Jesse. ”Do you think they can save him?” you ask, weakly. They looked at each with a shared confusion. ”Him?” Dina repeated, watching you carefully not miss any hints you might give in this haze of a state. You raised you left hands and rubbed it in a comforting motion over your bloody stomach.

PART 2

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Author´s Note: Despite the writing not being perfect I’m still very happy by the basic idea. I’m a sucker for sad/depressed endings, so this was really up my ally. I don´t know why I haven’t included it in more of my stories. I guess it just didn’t feel right. Whatever, if you have any ideas for Ellie x Reader feel free to send them to me!

#ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams #tlou2 #the last of us #tlou ellie #ellie x fem reader #the last of us 2 #the last of us part two #ellie x reader angst

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there has been ANOTHER kyle-martin twitter space and i missed all of it :( do you happen to have any info on what was in there??

I was there the whole time! But because this wasn't a Q&A style space like the one from last week, I didn't take as many notes. A lot of it was just Kyle and Martin talking about their own personal interests and life anecdotes, which I found really interesting and enjoyed listening to, but felt uncomfortable writing down as like, Walten Files News, y'know? A lot of it was pretty candid and personal, not really something I want to be sharing as a Series Fun Fact.

The stuff I did jot down is pretty sparse, but here it is anyway:

-Martin mentions that he's actively working on a scene involving Rosemary while he's in the space. He talks about how he saved a lot of the Rosemary stuff for last, because he's excited to work on it.

-Martin says "No, I love the fans but I don't trust them with fucking Jack and Felix plushies". Kyle mentions an anecdote about how Martin didn't want to make human plushies because he didn't want people tormenting the Felix one.

-They spoke a lot in very vague terms about scenes in TWF4. Many distinct times of someone going "Hey, you know the thing about This scene? Hold on, I'll DM it to you" as a launching point for a different conversation, with few or no additional details about the scene in question. Late in the stream Martin mentions finding it funny to imagine the twitter space audience trying to 'peek into the room' to see what they're talking about, like a kid trying to peek at their Christmas presents.

-Martin talks about a scene in TWF4 which is inspired by a real nightmare he had that woke him up in a cold sweat.

-They mention how Showbear was retconned, and Martin talks about how the role Showbear was going to fill in the series has been broken up and split between two separate characters who supersede him, one of which is another white bear named "Mr. Snow".

-Martin talks for a bit about storytelling techniques he's learned from his favorite media/artwork. He brings up Better Call Saul a lot here, speaking mostly about the things it's taught him in the way of subtlety in storytelling and characterization, and how it's often much more effective to convey something in few words than to over-explain it in the hopes of absolute clarity.

-Martin mentions that when he inevitably has to recast Felix, he is not going to open auditions for him, he's going to hand-pick the VA himself, and it's most likely going to be someone he's already worked with or someone he knows through someone he's already worked with. He says that his concern is less to find someone who can emulate Coker's Felix voice, and more to find someone he thinks is most appropriate for the character.

-On the topic of Felix, Kyle brings up a vision he has in his mind of a post-crash Felix leaving Brighton for years, and coming back having gained a lot of weight and otherwise in a significantly poor state. Martin says that it's actually true that Felix gains some weight later in his life. (The implication here I imagine being that 1982 Felix is heavier than 1974 Felix was.)

-There's a pretty long conversation here about a fear Martin has of a specific scene in TWF4 starting a Fandom Ship that he really doesn't want to exist, and on the topic Kyle brings up the first random Terrible Walten Files Ship Idea he can think of, and lands on Jack and Susan. Martin has a very visceral reaction of disgust.

-Martin then starts talking about how he hasn't really fleshed out an idea for what Susan and Jack's relationship is like, but he thinks it'd be fun if they teamed up to scare people, since they're both pretty tall and intimidating.

-Martin ends the stream saying that he didn't finish the Rosemary scene he was working on, but that he's tired and wants to go to bed. He also goes "FUCK Rosemary Walten, man, why does she have so many fucking scenes."

#the walten files

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Chapter 14: This Is Me Trying

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."

Author’s note: I didn't really have any time to edit this but I wanted to post it anyway <3 SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER !!!!!!!

I love Christmas. Ever since I was a kid Christmas meant the world to me and my mom, and under any circumstances, she made sure I had the best time every year. It does feel a little weird that she's not here with me, but looking around the living room, filled with all the people I adore, I feel like I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Everyone is here. Changbin, Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin came late in the afternoon just as we had finished setting everything up. Felix and Emma cooked a variety of different foods and sweets, nothing too fancy but enough for a warm and cozy Christmas get-together between friends, while, Hyunjin, Chan, and I decorated the place by lighting up the fireplace, hanging a bunch of Christmas lights around the house, and doing everything that we could do in order to shower the house with the best Christmas vibe.

We are all hanging in the living room, drinking and enjoying the food while low Christmas music plays in the background. We talked and laughed, and when the games started I found myself laughing like I haven't had in a long time, and it made me realize that if I got lucky in one thing it's meeting these people. Sitting here, spread across the living, on the floor and couches like we have no problems or responsibilities, like our lives are sweet and easy, simply enjoying each other's company, this is more than enough for me.

He came late. He came after we had 4 bottles of wine, after many rounds of games, and after half of the food was gone. He entered the room and I was unable to focus on anything else, cause in my eyes he shined brighter than the Christmas lights around us. He wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes and gave an excuse for being late that I didn't bother listen, my eyes still taking him in. It's impossible not to notice the difference, something was up and I could tell just by looking at him. He greeted everyone, faking laughs and jokes before sitting down next to Jisung. Everyone went back to the previous conversation but my eyes stayed glued to him from my sitting position on the floor, noticing how his face dropped when the attention was taken off of him. His hands reached for the half-empty bottle of whiskey, purring himself a generous amount before leaning back on the couch. Jisung smiles, talking with the rest of them but I caught the way his hand touched Minho's, silently and gently.

The whole time, it felt like he was just watching us not really getting involved in any conversation, not really playing in any of the games, and barely interacting with anyone unless they talked to him first. He doesn't sing or dance when the karaoke battles begin, he just sits there, observing. His eyes are on me almost all of the time, not in any specific way, with no hint of anything behind them, he just looks at me as if he's watching a movie.

I, on the other hand, am having fun. This feeling that comes with the company of these people, resembles the one of having a family, which I never really got to experience, not thoroughly at least. It feels nice and I'm happy. I allow myself for once to not let my thoughts drown me and lead me into a place of guilt and self-hatred, a place I visit quite often during holidays and any time that's considered 'family time'. It hurts to replay the very few memories I have of the time when my family was happily together, when my dad wasn't an alcoholic or abusive, and when my brother was alive. Days like these always hurt a little more but tonight I feel a little lighter. I drink and I dance and I laugh fully aware that he's watching my every move. I don't care though cause all I care about right now is having fun with my friends.

As much as I try not to pay attention, my mind is racing, going through all the possible things that could be going through his head right now and all the possible reasons he looks so out of it. One of the things that's giving away that something is up is the fact that Jisung has been glued to his side the whole night. As he talks and drinks like all of us, his mind is still on Minho, making sure he's staying close to him or touching him in some way. Not that Minho acts any different, clinging to his side as well. If Jisung moves, his moves, if Jisung talks he talks. The amount of whiskey that he's been drinking didn't go unnoticed by me as well, drowning glass after glass, like it's water. I've been holding myself back the whole night, choosing to have fun instead of dedicating yet another night with my friends to chasing Minho around. But, I can't stop myself. Not when he's looking at me like that every chance he gets, his eyes silently begging me, pulling me in.

I lift myself off the ground, as the fighting between Changbin and Hyunjin about who won the last game continues. I feel Felix's hand touching mine, from his seating position.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Just getting some water, you want anything from the kitchen?"

"Oh, no, I'm okay." He lets me go.

His eyes are on me again, following me as I circle the couch to go to the kitchen. He's sitting in the corner of the couch, his hand with the glass of whiskey tight between his fingers, resting against the arm of the couch. As I'm walking past him, I let my fingers brush against his arm, in a smooth way, just for a few seconds before walking into the kitchen.

I leaned into the counter, my hands crossed in front of my chest, waiting and anxiously biting the nail of my thumb. Precisely 23 seconds later, he walks into the kitchen. He moves slowly, hands in his pocket and head hanging low. He stops a few feet away from me and lifts his eyes to meet mine.

I lower my hand from my mouth, my heart tightening at the way he looks at me. "What's wrong?" I dare to whisper and it's like my words break something inside him.

His shoulders fall, the muscles in his jaw tightening. "One of your hugs would be good right now."

I open my arms immediately, not thinking about anything, or anyone else. He takes 3 big steps and throws his body on mine, burning his face in my neck and holding my waist like I'm gonna disappear. I close my arms around him, holding him like never before, and I feel my own body relax. This weird comfort that comes along with his touch shocks me every time, the feeling of familiarity and warmth that makes me feel safe is something that I've only ever felt with him. He doesn't say a word, he just breaths hard and we stay like that for some time, holding each other, my body leaning against the counter with his leaning down on me. This feels like a level of intimacy that we hadn't reached yet, much deeper than any kiss of touch we've shared only cause it feels so raw and open, something he rarely is with me.

"Minho... " I say his name with hesitation, and I feel his body twitch.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry about everything." He mumbles, his face still deep into my neck.

"What are you talking about?" I try to pull back a bit, try to see his face.

He looks up, his eyes red and watery. "I'm trying.." He whispers so brokenly that I feel my own emotions building.

"It's okay.." I touch the sides of his face, feeling his jaw clenching and unclenching. I don't know what to say or do, I don't know how to act cause this is the first time I've seen him like this.

"I'm trying to be better, I'm trying to be good. A good friend, a good person, a good brother but I just keep fucking up. I can't control it, it's like I'm made to destroy anything good that comes into my life and for a long time I was okay with that, I was okay with being that version of myself cause all I had was myself." He speaks as if he was desperately holding the words inside for ages. "I have people I care about now," He looks me in the eyes. "People I wanna keep and I keep messing up." He stops, sucking in a breath. "You're important to me, you've been important to me since the night I met you and that's exactly why I didn't want you around me. People like me don't fit with people like you."

I feel my own breath shaking, my eyes searching his. "D-don't say that." My hands slowly drop from his face. It hurts that he thinks so highly of me, cause he shouldn't.

"It's true." He nods several times. "But, baby you're light. My everything is attracted to you in a way I can't explain. "

"So you care?" I let some of the excitement his words awoke inside me show on my face.

"Yes, I care." He rolls his eyes.

"Well, telling your sister that we're just friends when a few minutes before that you had me coming all over your fingers, is a really shitty way to show that you care." I joke even though it still hurts. It's scary to me how fast he switched, the way he looked at me, the way he spoke, it was like he was a different person.

His eyes squint, inhaling sharply through his teeth. "That was not one of my finest moments, I must admit."

"Why did you do it then?" I can't stop myself from asking.

He stares at me, his face for once visibly vulnerable. "Cause I got scared." He says. "Cause suddenly you got too close to the real me and I got scared." It's almost like it hurts him to say the words, the truth.

"You don't have to hide from me Minho," I reply just as honestly. "I want you, all of you. I''ve been trying to get you to let me in since day one but every time it feels like I take one step forward and then three steps back."

"I know," His lips form a tight line. "I know and it's my fault but I can't stay away from you." My heart jumps a little at his words. "I'm fucked up and I don't know how to act around you but I simply can't stay away from you."

Our foreheads lock, his hands cupping my jaw and I don't breathe, I forget how to. "Then don't." My words make his eyes snap. " If you stay, I'll stay and If you try, I'll try but I'm not running after you. If you're not ready, I'll be your friend until you are, cause I'm not giving myself away to someone that's holding back from doing the same. "

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly. "My friend? "

"Obviously you can't handle me as more than that so...." I shrug, as his hands slide down from my face and rest on my hipbones lazily.

"Trust me," His voice drops just like his head. "I can handle you extremely well." And just like that the spark in my stomach lights up. A word of his, a look, a simple touch, and my body begins heating up.

"That's not a very friendly thing to say." I tease ignoring the way his nose brushes against my neck, his lips barely touching my skin.

He chuckles, sending vibrations down my body. "Well, I wanna bend you over the counter and make you scream my name as you come around my dick, in the friendliest way possible."

I seel my lips together suppressing a moan as I stare at him through my lashes, the heat in my belly growing along with his smile.

"Let's go back, we've been gone for a while." I clear my throat, giving him a light push backwards.

His laugh fills the room as he bounces next to me with a cocky smile. "So we're friends?" He says the word like it's a joke.

"Friends." I nod, swallowing hard. And even though I know that it's the right thing to say, the more I look at him the more it feels like a mistake.

He crosses his arms against his chest. "Thank you for listening to me."

"Of course." I nod, offering a sweet smile. I could listen to him talk for hours, almost as many hours as I could sit in absolute silence simply enjoying the sight of him.

He glances at me from head to toe, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Let's go." I make the first move, pushing myself off the counter and walking towards the exit of the kitchen. I hear him walking behind me and then I feel a short yet sharp slap against my ass, making me halt my steps.

He walks past me, with his hands lifted apologetically and a devilish grin. "Sorry, bestie." And then enters the living room going straight to his previous spot on the couch.

Everyone is still so heavily invested in the game to notice how flushed my face is as I also return to my spot on the floor next to Felix.

. . . .

I wanted to play tough, I really did. 'Let's stay friends' I said and actually regretted it the second the words came out of my mouth, and as time went by I regretted it even more.

Bro, his eyes. His eyes are on me from his seat next to Jisung the whole time along with a small smile, the type of smile that makes my toes curl. I try, so hard, not to look his way not to let his devilish glances get to me but turns out I'm not tough at all, actually, I'm soft as a fucking marshmallow when it comes to Lee Minho. Approximately 47 minutes have passed and I'm boiling, trying to contain myself as the fun continues. Everyone is almost drunk, the food and sweets have been absolutely devoured and we've played every single game in the book. This has to be my favorite Christmas in a long time cause I've always been a sucker for simple things, just me and my friends in a room full of beautiful Christmas decorations having the best time, that's all I need. Well, that and Minho pinning me against the wall and slamming his dick-

Nope. No.

Sefl control. That's what I need. And maybe some holy water.

"I must say this is an excellent way to spend Christmas." Chan looks around with a gentle smile. "I really love having everyone here, together."

"It does feel nice." Jisung agrees. "It feels almost like a family." His tone is slightly sad, his big eyes taking in the sight of us.

"Speaking of that," Chan clears his throat, his body straightening. "I have something to say."

"Oh no." Emma's face drops but Chan's quick to ensure her.

"It's nothing bad, quite the opposite actually."

The way Felix straightens his posture as well, and how his face turns suddenly serious catches my attention.

"I-I'm-" He stutters. "So, our school is planning a music competition in which the winner will be signed to a music label."

"That's perfect!" I squeal, clapping my hands together.

"The thing is that the company that our school is working with this year is JYP Entertainment."

I feel my shoulders slowly dropping, my reaction the complete opposite of the reaction the rest of them have.

"JYP?" Changbin lifts his brows.

"JYP as THE JYP that's one of the top 5 companies in the Kpop industry?" Jisung expression is shocked.

"Yep," He scratches the back of his head.

"Oh, my god. That's huge!" Jeongin can't contain his excitement.

Chan meets my eyes. "It is, besides the fact that JYP and team Wang are besties."

It takes a few seconds for everyone to connect the dots and then a loud group groan fills the room.

"Well, that doesn't necessarily mean that Jackson will get the spot." Emma tries to be positive, as always.

"No," Chan agrees with her. "And that's why in order to compete and win we have to be the best that we can be."

"We are already pretty good." Seungmin says.

"Musicly yeah, but considering that JYP is a Kpop company our stage presence is lacking." He explains. "And that's why I thought it would be a great idea to change things up a bit."

"What do you mean?" Minho's eyes narrow questionably.

Chan's visibly struggling, trying to find the right words, clearly unsure of what he's about to say and if it is even right or needs to be said but he speaks up anyway. "I was thinking,"

"WE were thinking," Changbin speaks up, directing everyone's attention to him.

"Yes, we were thinking of adding a few new members to the group, specifically people that can help us have a better stage presence, uhm dance-wise." He hesitantly says and my mind catches up immediately.

Everyone goes silent, probably starting to catch up as well.

"We think that Hyunjin and Felix would be a great addition to the team." Changbing finally says it, knowing that Chan will go in circles for a few more minutes.

Silence. Hyunjin and Felix are exchanging looks.

"Besides the fact that they're amazing performers, we were playing around one day at the studio, and turns out their vocals are pretty good." Changbin goes on.

"And also Felix's voice is incredibly unique, I think it will be a perfect fit for us." Chan adds.

Still, everyone stays silent, looking around at each other, thinking.

"Well, I like the idea." Surprisingly Minho is the first to speak up. "I feel like Hyunjin, Felix, and I will make a good dancing team."

"And I think that Felix's voice will be great to have in our songs, it will for sure be our signature thing," Jisung adds.

Their words make Chan's shoulder visibly relax, his face lighting up.

"We completely understand if you don't want us to join, It's what you've been working on for so long and we don't wanna invade," Hyunjin says looking at the guys that still haven't said a word.

"No," Jisung says. "We've known you guys for a month and a half and I think we can all agree that we feel like we've known you for ages. If you can contribute to the team and help us win then I'm more than happy to have you along with us in this journey."

It warms my heart to see everyone bonding and growing closer and closer together.

"Same." Jeongin nods. "Besides, every time we recorded something, it always felt like something was missed or that it needed something more."

"Exactly and I trust Chan," Seungmin smiles. "If he says that it's a good idea then we'll give it a shot."

"Great, " Chan's smile is bright as he claps his hands together, happy that everyone is on the same boat. "Well," He laughs awkwardly. "Welcome to the family." He turns to Hyunjin and Felix, who just smile.

"Yay!" I wrap my arms around Felix's shoulders, feeling him giggle.

"Shots to celebrate!" Emma yells and everyone joins in screaming and laughing.

. . . . . . . . . . .

Emma asked several times if I was okay with her spending the night with Seungmin and even though I assured her that I was perfectly fine with it she still looked at me like a mother leaving her 10-year-old daughter home alone for date night. For some reason, all of them treated me that way. Chan asked me over 10 times if I wanted to stay here for the night, Hyunjin and Felix kept offering to go for drinks just the three of us when everybody left and Minho, well Minho couldn't stomach the fact that I didn't want him to drive me home.

My phone vibrated for the second time since I started walking back home.

"You can still change your mind you know." He singsongs in my ear.

"Nope." I stand my ground, happy that he can't see the smile that's forming on my lips at how persistent he is. How I secretly hoped he would be and how I secretly love it.

He groans playfully. "Stop being stubborn."

"Me protecting myself from inevitable heartbreak isn't stubbornness." I fumble with my keys, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder. I open the door and walk into the elevator.

"You're afraid that I'm gonna break your heart?" I can picture the smirk on his face without even trying. I think that we both know the answer to that question. It's always one that gets hurt, the one that gets completely and utterly heartbroken to the point that being in love ever again seems like torture. And I know that it's gonna be me. I already feel my heart breaking little by little every time something happens and I know that at this point it's inevitable.

"I know you are." I smile at the ground as the elevator doors open reaching the third floor in a few seconds.

A throat-clearing noise makes my eyes snap upwards. My feet freeze.

He smiles, his body leaning against the wall next to my door. He keeps his phone pressed to his ear as he answers. "I think heartbreak is poetic."

Silence, the dangling keys in my hands being the only sound filling the empty hallway.

"Heartbreak is tragic and painful." I hand up and he does the same.

"Yeah but worth it." He looks at me through his lashes, head hanging low with his arms crossed.

He looks soft. Softer than usual. Calm. "Some of them."

His half smile widens. "For me, it will be worth it when you break my heart."

There it is. The knot in my stomach, the tightness in my chest, his words can make me a mess in seconds.

I walk slowly, standing in front of him. "What are you doing here? How-" I chose not to comment on what he said.

"I drove." He offers me a tight smile.

I stare at him, my expression straight and playfully serious.

Instead of answering he digs into his pocket, pulling out the set of keys I've given Chan.

"That's creepy, you know that right?"

He bursts into a deep chuckle, his hand messing with his hair. "It's still Christmas and I don't want you to spend it alone."

I swallow hard.

"Minho," I say unlocking the door. "we argued on some boundaries."

"It's okay, I won't stay long." He pushes past me, entering the house before I do, already taking off his shoes.

I can't do anything other than shake my head at him, warmth creeping in. I close the door behind me, dropping my stuff on the small table next to the door. He takes in the space for a few seconds before settling on the couch and It hits me that this is the first time that he hasn't burst through the door to yell at me. I take my shoes off as well, suddenly nervous, and walk further into the small kitchen.

"I'm fine with being alone," I say, pulling out two glasses. "Water?"

"Wine?" He crosses his legs and leans back on the couch, which suddenly looks smaller than usual.

I hold his gaze only for a few seconds, the tension in the air thick. "Sure." I swallow.

I set a bottle of red wine we had in the fridge and two glasses on the coffee table, before sitting down in the small space he's left for me next to him.

"Minho what are you doing here?" I turn to face him, popping my arm against the back of the couch and resting my head against my palm.

"I was driving home," He reaches for the bottle, opening it effortlessly. "And all I could think about is how beautiful you looked today. How you were genuinely laughing at everything Changbin did or said and how you ran your hands nervously through your hair every time it was your turn to play. I noticed that the only thing you ate was the chocolate-covered strawberries so it got me thinking that it's probably your favorite fruit and then I realized that; I don't know what your favorite book is." He fills my glass with a generous amount of the red liquid, before moving on to his. "Or your favorite movie. I don't know if you like your coffee cold or warm, I don't know if you sleep with a small light on or you like it completely dark. I know nothing about your mom or how you grew up to be this incredible human that you are."

I take the glass between my fingers. "I'm not incredible," I mumble. "Far from it actually."

He looks at me, his face open and relaxed. "You're the most incredible person I know."

My chest sparks with pain, it tightens. "It's because you don't know me well."

"I want to," He leans in, speaking with no hesitation. "I wanna know everything about you."

I can't hold his gaze for more than a few seconds, cause the more I look at him the more I wanna let the words pour out of my mouth and allow him to read me like an open book. Unravel all the damage and darkness that I kept hidden, and lay everything on the table for him to see. I want him to know me, but a part of me is still afraid, still scared to let him this close.

"This picture that you have in your mind, this idea of me is far from who I really am."

His eyes take me in. "And who are you really?"

I take a deep breath, my mind searching for the right words but can't seem to find them, cause there are no right words, there's no right answer to his question, only the truth. "I don't know who I really am," I whisper. "But I know that I'm not incredible. I'm not someone you should think so highly of, I'm not someone who deserves to be so kindly treated and loved by so many. I'm a liar and I'm damaged to the point of no return and even if I try to show the opposite, I know me."

His face darkens and his wine is gone, with lips tight and a low voice he asks, "Who made you think like that about yourself?"

"I did." I answer with a sad smile. "A long time ago."

His hand reaches forward, tugging a piece of my hair behind my ear, his touch so soft and gentle that I bearly felt it. "I wanna know." His eyes, so big and bright, searching mine desperately and making my heart scream, scream in protest, going against my head, begging to be heard, to be seen and understood. "There's not one thing that you can say to me that will make you look less than the angel you are in my eyes."

I scoff laughingly at his ignorant words. "We'll need more wine then." I drown my glass in a second before holding it in front of me.

He pours me some more. "How's your mom like?"

I love this question, so much that I could answer it a million times.

"My mom is the most amazing person I know," I smile. "She's warm and sensitive. She has this bright smile," I move my hand over my mouth. "that can literally light up the whole fucking room. That's my first memory actually; her smile. Everything about her is soft; her touch, her hair, the way she speaks and treats others, It's fascinating to see someone like her exist and go through life but at the same time it makes me sad to think how someone like her got treated so poorly by everyone around her, how hard everything was for her, and how broken she actually is."

His face softens, his smile small. "You seem to love her a lot."

"I adore her. She means the world to me." I wet my lips with some wine. "And even though I know that the feeling is mutual, if I was her I wouldn't love me."

His perfect eyebrows come together. "Why?"

I move the wine around the glass, memories, and flashbacks clouding my mind.

"My father was the complete opposite of my mother. He was cold and distant, always giving us the bare minimum when it came to fatherly love. He was always working or doing stuff alone. Jogging, reading, cooking, he always preferred to be alone." I pause, suddenly aware that I have his full attention, and take a few more sips. "It was after his mom's passing that everything changed. He began drinking and experimenting with drugs."

The change in his expression is visible, his sharp inhale barely audible.

"I think you know how that goes, so I will not get into the details." I force a low laugh.

"Yeah, please don't." His eyes dark, sad almost. He takes my hand in his, examining my fingers as if it's his first time seeing them, and then starts to play around with them.

"I never liked my father, " I continue, my focus still on how he plays around with our hands. "And as I grew older and things kept getting worse and worse, I started to hate my mom for it," I admit for the first time out loud. "I couldn't understand why she wouldn't leave him, why she wouldn't choose us over him."

"Us?" He questions, his voice careful and quiet.

My chest feels like a hundred pounds yet warm at the same time as I say the words. "I had a brother."

I noticed the way his gaze faltered, and his hand stopped moving over mine.

"His name was Jax," I try to appear lighter than I feel. "You would have liked him. He was a year younger than me and we were quite inseparable. He was everything I wasn't and I was everything he wasn't, in a way that we made the perfect pair. He was strong and incredibly smart, always there to do the right thing or say the right thing. He was full of energy, super active and athletic and I was well, the opposite." I laugh.

"Let me guess," He mused with a light smirk on his full lips. "You were a troublemaker, quick to break any rule, extremely fun and hyperactive yet most people would refer to you as closed off and quiet. You were the type of girl that was seeking adrenaline through the pages of books or the scenes and dialogues of old movies, chasing that rush that real life couldn't offer you, the type of rush that made your heart beat faster and your mind travel far away. You were ambitious but always thought that you were not smart enough to follow your dreams that seemed bigger than those of the people surrounding you yet deep down you always knew that you were meant for more."

My mouth hangs open, his words leaving me speechless. My heart full, my mind a mess. "You're by far the most annoying person I've ever met you know that?"

He looks rather amused. "Is that why you're blushing?"

I turn my head to the side, burying my mouth into the small glass. "I'm not, shut up."

"You are but I'll let it slide, please continue." He motions with his hand.

The atmosphere is lighter yet the air inside my lungs is still tight. "It was Christmas actually, We came back from a family dinner at my aunts' house that was of course a disaster. My dad was completely wasted per usual, and I remember them fighting so hard in the car that Jax had to put his headphones over my ears because I almost started crying, I was 14 and he was 13. My dad had this weird thing about driving, he loved driving, and despite how much he would drink or what drugs he would take he would always go on those late-night drives. It helped him clear his head in a way. At times he would ask us to come with and back then we would take anything that we could get from him, any type of love and affection. But things had gotten a lot worse, my father was abusive always drunk and high to the point that both of us were so afraid of him."

This is the first time I'm telling this story out loud, the first time I'm being completely honest about what happened. Even Chan doesn't know the whole truth. I pause, and Minho is quick to notice my discomfort. I curl into a ball, my knees close to my chest as if that would make me feel any less exposed.

"It's okay." His hand touches my knee. He feels so different tonight like something changed between us, something about him is softer.

"My mom was upstairs, locked in her room. I was screaming, begging him to let me go, telling him that I didn't want to go with him, that I was scared." I feel my throat get tight. "He wouldn't listen, he was pulling me, his hands digging into my skin. He had never hurt me that much before. " I feel shivers down my back, the memory still an open wound. "Something about that night felt different. The way he was acting, I'd never seen him like that and it scared me. I knew that something was wrong."

"He said-" I stop, the lump in my throat growing. "He said that if I didn't go with him, he would take Jax instead and he wouldn't come back." The words rip out of my throat. "My screams must have been way too loud 'cause Jax came running down the stairs, my mom still nowhere to be seen. Jax was always so protective of me, always ready to take the punches for me and this time was no different. It took one look, he saw my face and he stepped forward immediately, insisting on taking him instead. My father looked at me, but I was frozen, completely consumed by fear, my body still hurting and all I wanted to do was disappear." I met his eyes for the first time since I started talking. "I didn't say anything. I let the fear speak instead and I let him take him." My tears stared silently making their way down my cheeks.

His hand found the side of my face, his thumb brushing the wetness of my skin. "Baby-"

"The call came early in the morning," I sniff. "They found the car crashed against a tree a few minutes away from the house, both of them dead."

I break down, his hands are around me in a second. "I let him take him, I gave him away even though I knew." I sob silently, my hands gripping his shirt. "I was supposed to protect him, it was my fault-"

"Hey," He pulls back, holding my face between his hands. His eyes, narrowing, roaming all over my face. "Don't say shit like that." I try to pull away, shame showering me. "Look at me," His tone demanding, low and sharp yet his face soft and gentle. "You were a child. You were both children with parents who failed to protect you, there's no way you could have possibly known what would happen. Please baby don't- don't do that to yourself."

"The look on my mother's face," I shake my head. " I can never get that out of my head. I was crying for days, begging her for forgiveness and she would whisper that it wasn't my fault, that it was hers but I could never escape the guilt."

He leans back taking me with him, my head against his chest and his hands playing with my hair. I let the sound of his heart calm me down, burying myself deeper into his arms, and as the seconds go by I find myself thinking that I could get used to this. This feeling of safety, the warmth of his body, the way his breath tickles the side of my head, and the way his fingers toy with my hair, brushing my skin occasionally. It feels addictive and powerful, yet peaceful and softer than anything I've ever felt.

After a few minutes, I find the strength to continue. "I couldn't face her. I became such a difficult kid, I shut her out and turned to things like partying and drinking to cope. We rarely spoke about it, every time she would try to talk to me I would turn her down. I was selfish and such a brat, all I cared about was myself and my own grief, my own guilt, and my own mistakes. My mother was strong enough, she went through her grief by herself and came out stronger. She started working again and she fell in love again. She moved on, and that was something I couldn't do, I still can't."

I pull myself away from his arms, sitting up straight. "I was going down the wrong path, I was losing myself day by day and my mother didn't know what to do. " A small smile creeps into my lips. "And then I met Chan. First day of college, he was the first person that spoke to me and somehow he forced himself into my life without me even realizing it. We became one, we were inseparable to the point that he went everywhere with me. He became close to my mom and the rest of my family in no time. Since his parents were not supportive at all of his dreams he knew that the minute he decided to give up law school for music he would be on his own and I tried everything I could to convince him to do it. When he did, both my mom and I felt this sort of responsibility or you could say protectiveness over him." My smile grows. "My mom says he reminds her a lot of Jax and it's true, he is a lot like him. Chan saved me, in every way. I wouldn't be here without him. He might say the opposite but it's not true, and I hope he knows that."

He sighs, looking at me with the softest smile I've ever seen him wear. "People save people."

"I hate always being the one getting saved." I whisper.

His eyes stare into mine. "You're not, you're saving a lot of people without realizing."

I doubt that.

Silence falls between us, a few moments that our eyes speak words our mouths can't and we stay like that looking at each other. I take everything in, everything about him, everything that he has become to me in such a short period of time and I know that despite everything he's done, none has made me feel the way he does. I'm attracted to him in every possible way and no matter how hard I fight it, it keeps pulling me back in. The way he looks at me with those eyes, the way he touches me, the way he speaks, his existence as a whole brings me to my knees.

"Well," I sigh. "There it is." I break the silence. "And also I like my coffee hot and black with no sugar and it needs to be completely dark for me to be able to sleep."

His eyes light up, his whole face switching. "You're fucking incredible." He beams, leaning closer to me. He takes my jaw between his two fingers. "Please, don't put yourself down, what happened wasn't your fault and please trust me when I say that; you deserve the entire world."

I look deep into his eyes, his face inches away from mine, his breath my breath and I can't help but whisper. "I don't want the entire world."

He smirks, his hand finding the back of my neck making my stomach fill with excitement and then he kisses me.

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18. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” 💕💕

hhhh i love this prompt thank you so much <33 prompts from this post.

Y'know that thing people always say? About how absence makes the heart grow fonder? Yeah. Eddie gets it now.

It's been five months since Robin whisked Steve away to Chicago so she'd have someone close while she's in college, and if Eddie thought he had it bad for Steve while he was right there at his side all summer long, it's got nothin' on how bad he's got it now. Steve calls him every other Saturday, and Eddie watches the phone all fuckin' day waiting for the damn thing to ring.

It's not like they don't see each other. Steve came home with Robin over Christmas, and he spent most of his time here at the trailer with Eddie. They're not a thing, not really. They're touchy and affectionate with each other, but they always have been. That's no different than it was the summer they spent in each other's orbit, never too far out of arm's reach from one another.

But they're not a thing, because Eddie's too much of a coward to risk their friendship by confessing his feelings when there's a very real chance he's being fucking delusional.

The thing is, though, Steve doesn't call anyone else on the kind of schedule that he calls Eddie. And when he calls, they stay on the phone for hours. There shouldn't even be that much to catch up on, but Eddie finds himself making note of every little thing that happens in Hawkins that he wishes Steve could be there for.

On Eddie's birthday at the end of January, decidedly not one of their designated call days, Steve calls him. It's two minutes after midnight and Eddie's got his guitar in his lap and a pencil wedged behind his ear, and the phone rings.

"Happy birthday," Steve says quietly when Eddie picks up the phone.

Eddie twists the phone cord around his fingers. "Thanks, Stevie."

"Was I first?"

Eddie huffs out a laugh. "Yeah. Didn't even give anybody else a chance. It's barely midnight. Shouldn't you be in bed? You have work tomorrow, don't you?"

"Mmm," Steve says, a little sound of confirmation. "Wanted to call anyway. So what do you want for your birthday this year?"

You.

Eddie's overcome with that feeling again, the tingle all the way down to his toes when he thinks about how gone he is on Steve, when he imagines his smile and his laugh and the warmth of him at his side. Eddie misses him a little more every single day.

"I mean... I dunno if you could deliver, Stevie."

"Try me."

Eddie aches. It's like Steve is begging him to say it. He wants to say it. So badly.

"I shouldn't."

"You shouldn't what?"

"I shouldn't be in love with you," Eddie whispers, and then he holds his breath.

It's quiet. Steve is too quiet for too long and oh, god, he's done it now. Stupid. That was so stupid. Such an idiotic thing to say, fuck.

"I'm coming home this weekend," Steve says at last. "I'm coming home to see you and take you out."

"Because...?" Eddie's voice shakes with hope.

"Because I... I haven't felt this way about anyone in a real long time. You really couldn't tell? We almost kissed on New Years, Eds."

"Well, y'know..." Eddie stammers. "Thought I imagined that."

He remembers how close they'd been that night, how Steve's breath had smelled of beer, how Steve looked at Eddie's mouth before Eddie'd turned away from him. Here he'd been thinking he'd stopped himself from making a stupid, terrible mistake.

"I can't play it cool anymore. Being away from you has been..."

"Hard," Eddie finishes for him.

"Yeah. I wanna try this with you. I wanna try... us. That okay?"

"Seems too good to be true."

"Maybe it is. We'll never know unless we try, right?"

Eddie twists the phone cord around his fingers again and tries to hide his smile behind the receiver, even though Steve's not here to see how stupid and love drunk he looks right now.

"Sooo... I did manage to charm you with my irresistible good looks and excellent taste in music?"

"Something like that," Steve says, and there's a smile in his voice. "I'll see you this weekend."

"Can't wait."

"Happy birthday, Eds. I... I'm sorry it took me so long."

"Better late than never, big boy."

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authorhjk1 · 7 months

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December Special

(I will update this post regularly)

Hi everyone!

I'm planing on writing exactly five chapters throughout December, which means every Sunday. You guys can send me requests until November 12th. After that, we will decide together, which of the requests I will write. Everytime I get a request for this event here on Tumblr or on Wattpad, I will put it on the list in this post.

You can request anything, it can be completely different from my story. The requests, which I've already gotten and didn't add to this list, will appear in the actual story I am currently writing.

I will not write anything about minors (obviously) and I will only add requests, which I am comfortable with (If I am just not into a certian kink, it is hard to write and I think the smut will suck then).

I will sort the requests by groups/ soloists. You can put in more than one request. I'm also reserving one chapter for actresses only, since I feel like there not as many smuts about them (But I'm afraid I don't know that many).

Update:

I will structure the voting as followed:

Everyone has four votes aka I will do four polls, since there are four chapters to be picked. The voting will take place from the 12th of November until the 26th. You can still send me requests during that time, but be aware that the people who already voted might not look at the poll again, until it's decided. I will encourage the people on Wattpad to vote on Tumblr, so that everyone is able to follow the process. But if that's not possible for some, I will allow dms or comments.

I will not announce the winners. I like to keep it interesting so prepare to be surprised ;) The order of the chapters will be decided by me.

The release dates will be:

December 9th

December 16th

December 23rd

December 30th

Please bear in mind that I might not live in the same timezone as you, which means the updates might be delayed for some. I will also notify you, if I will not be able to finish a chapter until the deadline, but I will do my best that this will not happen. Of course you never know.

IU:

You meet your exgirlfriend IU at a high school friend's wedding. After the memories of your school times come back, the two of you sneak off.

Dreamcatcher:

After just being hired by Dreamcatcher Company, you are already tasked with shooting Jiu's and SuA's special clip. Jiu knows that you are an Insomnia and that SuA is your bias. Maybe you will get to shoot another type of special clip with the two of them, thanks to Jiu.

After another exausting week, Gahyeon visits her boyfriend, who is currently living on Jeju island. Once she gets there, she realizes, that he is cheating on her with someone else. As she walks in, Gahyeon sees SuA,who is already bouncing on top of her boyfriend.

Red Velvet:

You and Irene are coworkers with a special history. The two of you tried out more kinks and positions and places than even married couples. But some things are still missing. Luckily, Irene has a friend, who is working in your company as well. Kang Seulgi. The young intern, who got hired a couple of weeks ago. You were planning on welcoming her properly anyways.

Being a demon has its up and downs. But there is one thing you will never get tired off. People who summon you. Either for fun, or because they are convinced that there aren't any supernatural beings. Or, In this case, three gorgous women, who want to experience more than just meaningless sex with strangers. Joy, Seulgi and Yeri have only one thing in mind, while they summon you.

(G)-idle:

You have worked with a couple of idols already. THey are often models and embassadors for brands after all. Now you are tasked with filming a small video to promote Jimmy Choo's newly designed dress. The woman who appears in your studio is no other than Cho Miyeon.

Itzy:

Yuna has always been quite kinky. But her Christmas present for you this year is on another level. It's Ryujin. She is kneeling on her bed, wrapped in red lingerie and a bow like a gift. Her hands are tied behind her back, while her eyes are covered with a red blindfold.

Le Sserafim:

You have already tried everything. Drinking warm milk with honey, listening to music, reading a book. Nothing. Working out, spending more time on your job. Nothing. Even after bringing that girl home last night, Yunjin, you vaguely remember her name, didn't help at all. You still can't fall asleep. It's late at night and you are lying in bed once more. Sleepless. THen, your doorbel rings. That must be your neighbour. Chaewon. After telling her about your insimnia, she said she might know something.

Twice:

Going to college is already hard enough, considering your background. Bad grades, devorced father, stepmother and stepsister and so on. The only reason you got in was because of your scholarship. You are not a good student. But a talented football player. And now everything becomes even more difficult. While trying to learn for your upcoming test, someone nocks on your door. Tzyuy, your stepsister. Her and her mom, Jihyo, seemed to have gotten in ahuge fight once again. Can you cheer her up?

Girls Generation:

The one thing you love most about your job is the fact that you see beautiful women pretty much every day. Being a photographer enables you to make them take almost any kind of pose in any kind of outfit. Of course, when you started your career, you never thought about it like this. Until you meet Im Yoona.

Cross groups/soloists:

IU's and Kang Seulgi's competition started, when they caught each other, having sex backstage during an award show, a couple of months ago. At first, it picked up slowly. Random challenges, send via text on the kakaoTalk app, answered by pictures as proof of the accomplished mission. Now, the two of them are tied, desperate to come up with something new. Luckily, IU and Seulgi have alot of fans, who are more than happy to help them out.

One thing idols do best is taking pictures. For Istagram for Facebook, you name it. And Jini is no exception. But this time, unbeknownst to her fans, there is a reason why she only uploaded pictures with her upper body visible. Reading the comments afterwards makes her smile. If only they knew what was going on.

Idols are always stressed, overworked and tired. On top of that, they can't even relax properly. They have to be carefull about heir food, words and actions. And one thing, that some people might neglect, is sexual satisfaction. That becomes a problem for Karina, Jihyo and Eunbi. Having bigger breasts only adds to their problems. Due to stress, their milk production starts to rise. When three of them invite you to join their pre-Christmas party, they obviously have ulterior motives.

December is always hectic for you. Luckily, you are sometimes able to blend out the real world and immerse into kpop. You are a member of a few discord channels and Reddit communities. One night, you see there is only one other person in one specific chatroom. The two of you send each other spicy pics and gifs of your favourite idols, like you usually do. Suddenly, you receive similar kind of pictures from an unknown number. Pictures of Kazuha. Asking your online friend about it, he actually is experiencing the same, but with pictures of An Yujin. What is this about? And what is the last picture you receive? A condom? What is going on?

You immediately harden at th sight of your coworker in her stage outfit. Karina looks like a holy being as the makeup artist finishes her job. She looks up at you through the mirror nervously. You are not supposed to be here. You are perfoming soon as well, your own group is getting ready in the next room. But sometimes, like today, Karina gets stressed and worried before her perfomance. The two of you sneak off, finding a closet that seems perfect for your purpose. You freeze in the door as you see Irene between Taeyeons's legs.

Actresses:

You knew this might happen. You read the script of your new role in the upcoming kdrama. And yet, you are surprised, when your co-star pulls you aside after filming that day. Seo Yeaji's face can switch in a heartbeat. From a cold and emotionless mask, to an adorable, cute smile. While she asks you, if the two of you could practice that one scene, her face shows a new expression. Lust. It's quite a spicy scene after all.

Hong Chayoung is a very skilled and succesful lawyer at the law firm Wusang. Being the Babel Group's legal representative, she does everything to win against the opposition. You used to be a member of Park Seokdo's Ant company. After having a rough time, you decided to start an honest life. But Chayoung is afraid you are going to spill Babel's secret in the upcoming trial (No spoilers for "Vincenzo", hoping for a season two!!!)

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aley-nag · 3 months

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Bumpy road, pretty result

Whoaaaa. This one...

The next fanfiction I bound was Cinder and Smoke by @thelittleblackfox. I lover their work to pieces. They write incredible thought out Stucky!AU's with a lot of fantasy aspects or really good scifi and I wanted badly to do one of their fics, but waited til I was a little happier with my results and could make a pretty cover. We decided together on this one and I started formatting... And then I stopped for a long while because Word is the devil.

Cinder & Smoke is a western!AU and just about the most romantic thing I've ever read. It has yearning and a little angst and a very distinct vibe that feels like Fernweh and wilderness and change. Go read it!

I worked on it between June and December 23 and Christmas was the only reason I finished it this quickly, but I did not want to leave it unfinished for the turn of the year.

Sadly I don't have a lot of pictures, but when I'm finished with my copy I'll post some more.

Now we'll come to the journey it was to finish this!

It started out rather uncomplicated, because I thought I had gotten the hang of formatting and then, when I tried adjusting the font and overall look of the text body Word kept killing the italics. And I googled and tried and experimented and I just couldn't get it to stop. I was so frustrated, oh god. It put me off a little and I had to leave it for a while. When I came back around to it I found a slightly butchered solution, that works though so I won't question it. After that formatting went smoother and I was able to bind it. I used paper from that same supplier that fucked up my paper order for the covers from the notebooks. But only after I had it printed I noticed that it was cut crooked and wouldn't cleanly fold in half. I despaired a little, said fuck it and hoped it wouldn't be to noticeable. I think it's alright.

Binding went really well and I think that's the cleanliest job I did to this date.

Did the endbands by hand to match the color scheme I was aiming for. Because of the title I wanted to invoke fire and used primarily black and red for the coloring.

Then came the cover. First of all, don't use black bookcloth. You will see every. single. mistake. Also dust and glitter... I brushed this thing so often, you wouldn't believe it.

And I tried different vinyl. I couldn't find the right shade of red I wanted, it's a little hard to source it around here so I went an entirely different route and used golden glitter vinyl. What I didn't know until after I plotted the design: The glitter has texture. I couldn't see a single cut-line. I had to keep the picture open to work along the edges and not rip the letters. Still lost all of the i-points 😭

The flower was pretty easy though. Glueing it on was also quite hard because it just wouldn't hold and I got glitter everywhere. Which let to more brushing but I'm afraid mailing it destroyed all that work :D

Anyway. I am sooo happy with how it turned out I instantly forgot about all annoyances and was able to mail it before the end of the year and that was a really satisfying last project, so all is well :)

This was also the first time I had the idea of choosing a little icon for the author's penname because most of the time I don't have enough space for the entire name. I reworked all of the other books to accomodate that.

Binding Details

Body Text: Garamond, 11

Half Title/Chapter Heading: Gold Lines Trial, 20

Full Title: Carnivalee Freakshow, 48

Word Count: 57.197

Pages: 232

Paper: publishing paper A4, 90g, 1,5x volume (from the retailer from hell :/)

#fanbinding #bookbinding journey

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luaspersona · 1 year

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fic teaser | kim taehyung

pairing ↠ himbo!taehyung x reader (f. reader) genre ↠ college!au; holiday!au; smut; one-shot; humor summary ↠ after making some terrible memories together, Taehyung wants nothing more than to never see you again; and he was pretty much succeeding until — after a minor accident — he finds himself having to spend Christmas alone with you in the middle of nowhere. rating ↠ +18 teaser warnings ↠ nothing explicit; profanity; nudity; mentions of sex; mentions of bondage; mentions of puking.

complete work warnings (full warnings on the post) ⇝ alcohol consumption; sexual tension; religious jokes; minor accident; very minor parent issues; second hand embarrassment; pov switch; explicit smut: masturbation, orgasm denial and control, edging, dirty talk, pet names, soft dom!taehyung, switch!reader, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, light spanking, a splash of degradation, begging; overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, rough sex, aftercare.

release date ↠ released. teaser word count ↠ 0.8k estimated reading time ↠ 2 minutes

note ↠ so i had the idea to write a holiday!au for tae’s birthday around three weeks ago and just now finished the outline lol 🤡 i’m still working on it, but i decided to drop a little something so you can have a taste! the teaser happens a couple months before the actual fanfic, so it’s not christmas here yet lol sorry, i promise i’ll plan better the next time (i probably won’t tho). note² ↠ wanna thank @imakeamess for the BEAUTIFUL BANNER, i know i was all over the place but you were able to create the most amazing art for me, so thank you once again🥺 note³ ↠ special thanks to @uarmymoonlight for helping me come up with the story and patiently listening to me rambling about this fic nonstop, i love you! and @vsualitae for helping me find inspiration and letting me spam his dms with this lol note⁴ ↠ also, merry christmas for those who celebrate and happy holidays! hope you all have an amazing year ending and an even better new year🎄

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When Taehyung was eighteen years old, he told a slightly less experienced Jungkook that girls have a secret sweet spot on the back of their knees.

Yeah, pretty shitty, he knows, he knows— but!, in Taehyung's defense, Jungkook was too damn innocent for his own good and he obviously didn't expect that Jungkook would take a whole ass year to google it. How hard is it to differentiate a freaked out face from a fucked out face, really? It was only like, 30% his responsibility.

Clearly, though, the universe wasn't as understanding, because now Taehyung is pretty sure that he’s cursed.

Whenever he’s feeling like he’s hot shit, life finds ridiculous and absurd ways to humble him — being extra careful to guarantee Jungkook front row seats.

Fair enough. Taehyung has no problem owning his stuff, and he didn’t really believe all this karma shit anyway.

Except when it came to you.

“Shit.” Soojin curses, hands stopping in their search for her keys.

“What's wrong, babe?” Jungkook frowns.

“Can we maybe go to your place? My roommate had some work stuff to prepare and asked me to give her some space this afternoon.”

Taehyung groans “Soojin, we live on the other side of campus and I'm starving.” He punctuates this by lifting the food bags in his hands.

“But she's been super stressed lately, I don't wanna add to that.”

“We won't! We can be quiet, baby.” Jungkook reassures.

Soojin chews her bottom lip. “You sure?”

“Promise.”

Taehyung nods. “She won't even notice us.”

Soojin sighs. “Fine.”

“Also, it can be a great opportunity for Tae to finally meet her.” Jungkook turns to Taehyung. “She's painfully your type, man.”

“Don’t even think about it! My roomie is not interested in Taehyung’s fuckboy ways, Kookie, she’s a pure soul.” Soojin protests.

“Baby, that’s slutshaming. Not cool.”

“What? I'm not a fuckboy. I'm just a very good boy who likes to give people what they want, nothing wrong with that.”

Soojin rolls her eyes, then finally opens the door.

Barely they step into the apartment, though, the three of them freeze — somewhat distracted by the sight of a blond man standing in the middle of the living room, covered only by a blue underwear and a trail of purple marks on his neck and collarbone.

And damn, what a fine man that is. Taehyung had never seen such pretty pouty lips before and he can't help the sudden wish to add a couple of purples to that soft skin himself.

“What the hell?” Soojin's question prompts the man to cover his crotch with his hands. Pitty. “Who the fuck are you?”

“So, I found these old ropes in the back of my drawer, but I think they can hold—” you stop talking once you enter the living room, seeing a hell of a lot more people than when you left.

Jungkook snickers, glancing down at the rope still in your hands. “Pure soul my ass.”

When your name drops from Soojin’s mouth, something snaps in Taehyung’s mind. You see, he isn’t dumb by any means, but Taehyung sure sometimes is slow.

To be fair, he’d spent so much time trying to forget everything about you and the day you met that it’s only natural that he would take some time to recognize your face from his days I wish I hadn’t woken up archive.

But the way your fingers tighten around the knots before you hide them behind your back? Shit, how can he forget the way those fingers felt entangled in his hair that night? The way you made him groan against your neck whenever you pulled a bit too strong?

And your thighs? Fuck, they are so much prettier than he fantasized they’d be, barely covered by the oversized shirt you’re wearing. Taehyung almost has to stifle a groan because holy fuck how he wishes he could’ve seem them — felt them under his palms that night.

“Is he your work thing?” Soojin sarcastically points to the man’s general direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that, Soo, I just wanted to— Taehyung?!”

He grimaces, eyes immediately darting away from your form as he clears his throat, letting out a silent “hey.”

“You know each other?” Soojin frowns.

“We uhm… we met at—” you stutter “we met once. At a party.”

Soojin is silent for a moment, before her jaw drops “Wait— is Taehyung the puke guy?!”

The blue underwear man looks at you immediately. “Did you puke on him?”

“No! No, of course not, Jimin, it was him who— I mean, uh” so this is what humiliation tastes like? “Nevermind.”

The sudden sound of Jungkook’s laugh erupts beside Taehyung, and the boy takes his hand to his stomach as he leans forward. Taehyung is sure he’s never seen Jungkook so happy.

It takes around a minute for Jungkook’s laugh to turn into light giggling as he tries to catch his breath.

“She’s the girl you puked on? No fucking way, man.”

Well. Yeah. Karma and shit.

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swimmingismywholelife · 4 months

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Joy

Summary: João decides to take you around the city of your dreams during the most wonderful time of the year.

Warnings: fluff

WC: 1.3K

A/N: 🎶On the sixth day of Ficmas my writer gave to me, a João fic that's really fluffy 🎶 I apologize for the lack of posts! Life got in the way and I'm trying my best to keep up with the schedule. I promise I'll still give you guys 12 different fics for 12 different people by the end of the year (and hopefully a few bonuses to make up for it!). Anyways, I've been in love with João these days and it's kind of a problem so yeah here's me being in love with him for however many words this ends up being!

Link for the Song: Joy

"I hope love spreads all over the world

I pray to the heavens

That this night can shine with the song of angels."

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"Are you ready, amor?" you heard your boyfriend calling from down the stairs.

"Almost!" you shouted back, quickly putting your earrings in. "Give me a minute!"

You could feel João's eye roll as you looked over at yourself in the mirror for a final time. You wanted everything about this day to be perfect.

João had a busy schedule despite it being the holiday season. He had several games approaching including a friendly in America a few days before Christmas. Even still, he always made time for you. This was your first Christmas together and he wanted to do something special. You told him you didn't need anything fancy and that just his company was more than enough. João refused, claiming it wasn't good enough

"Que linda," João said breathlessly as you walked down the stairs. "Come here, give me a spin!"

He took your hand gently and twirled you around, staring at you with admiration. He brought you in closer and lightly kissed you, making your heart skip a beat.

"I'm not even dressed in anything special," you whispered against his lips. "It's too cold to be fashionable."

"You're beautiful in anything you wear," he replied, kissing you again.

You playfully pushed him away, attempting to hide your blushing cheeks.

"Are you excited?" he asked.

"Mhm," you said. "It's been my dream since I was a kid to see Barcelona during this time of year."

"Then the adventure awaits you, princesa," João said, kissing the back of your hand. "Our ride is here to take you on the best date of your life."

"To the city!" you grinned excitedly.

Ever since you'd seen a picture of the Catalonian city as a kid in one of your mother's photobooks, you knew you had to be there one day. She lived there briefly for school, and she fondly told you stories about her experiences and how she fell in love with the city. After you finished school, you knew that you wanted those experiences for yourself. So you made your way to Barcelona, where it turned out to be better than you could've ever imagined.

But more than anything, you'd always wanted to spend Christmas in Barcelona. Your mother always described it as one of the most magical places she'd ever been to. The people were kind and friendly, the food was always amazing, the music was lively, and the lights were out of this world. You just knew you had to be a part of that.

It was João's idea to visit the markets for your date. Since you didn't want anything fancy and he wanted to do something special for you, it was a happy medium that you gratefully accepted.

You gasped as your taxi drove closer to La Sagrada Família, your face moving towards the window to get a better look. To say the sight was enchanting would be an understatement. It wasn't that dark out yet, but even still your breath was taken away. Garlands and wreaths filled the streets of Barcelona, greens, golds, and reds decorating almost every part of the city. Everything was covered in a light dusting of snow, making it look like a scene straight out of a movie.

"Esto es Barcelona," the taxi driver said, noticing your awestruck face. "Es la mejor ciudad del mundo."

(This is Barcelona. It's the best city in the world.)

"Sí," you agreed. "Es como un sueño."

(Yes, it's like a dream.)

João stared at you fondly. You were generally a bubbly person, but seeing the twinkle in your eyes as you took in everything made his heart stop. He'd never seen you so happy and it made him fall in love with you even more.

The taxi arrived just outside the markets. You made a move to open your door before João whacked your hands away.

"No!" he said. "That's my responsibility!"

You giggled as he quickly ran out the car to open your door like a gentleman. Even though you knew he was being dramatic, he still managed to make you blush anyway.

"Bienvenida a Barcelona, princesa," he said, sticking his hand out for you to take. "Espero que tengas la aventura de tu vida."

(Welcome to Barcelona, Princess. I hope you have the adventure of a lifetime.)

You took his hand and humored him.

"Thank you my love," you said as he kissed the back of your hand.

"¡Muchas gracias, Señor!" you said, peeking your head back into the taxi.

"De nada," he replied. "Disfruta de la ciudad."

(You're welcome. Enjoy the city.)

"Es increíble," you said, your attention now fully on the city in front of you. "It's better than any of the pictures in my mother's photobook or any of the stories she told."

"What should we do first?" João asked, also amazed at the hustle and bustle of the market. "You pick."

Your stomach made a loud noise, making the both of you laugh. "I guess eating would be a good idea."

You made your way to the different food stands, squealing softly at the sight around you. The sun was now beginning to set, meaning the lights around you slowly started to grow brighter. Each stand was decorated in its own unique way, giving them a distinctive and beautiful feel. Barcelona's culture and heritage was really shining through as people from all around you walked from stand to stand.

João couldn't have been more in love. He'd been fortunate enough to live out his dreams, playing for a team he'd wanted to be a part of since his childhood. And he was even more fortunate that he got to meet his dream girl at the same time. And seeing you so happy made his heart swell. He knew that he had to keep the smile that was permanently etched onto your face every day for the rest of your lives.

"Muchas gracias," you said to the street vendor as they handed you food. You happily munched on your different, taking in the scenery around.

"Is this everything you've dreamed about?" João asked.

"Es mejor que mis sueños," you answered, your cheeks puffing with food.

(It's better than my dreams.)

He couldn't help himself, leaning over to quickly kiss your cheek.

"What?" you said.

"You're just cute," he said, "and I love you."

"I love you too," you said.

You stopped by as many of the shops as you could, stuffing your faces with both local and foreign cuisines alike, while also buying trinkets to remember your trip. You were so warm with excitement that you couldn't feel how much your feet hurt from walking or how cold the air was. It was a world that had only been a part of your imagination for as long as you could remember, but it didn't compare to the real deal at all. And being with João only made things even better.

João checked his watch. "Baby, let's go find a place to watch the light show."

"Sounds good to me!" you said, throwing out your trash. "I wanna be able to see everything!"

The light show was probably what you were most excited to see. The sun had completely disappeared, the twinkling of the Christmas lights illuminating the streets. The cathedral had a special Christmas show planned and you couldn't wait to see what they had in store.

"Thank you for taking me here," you said to João softly as you sat in the perfect spot. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, his arms wrapping around you. "I really appreciate it."

He kissed the top of your head, pulling you in closer. "Any time, princesa. Was it everything you wanted it to be?"

"It was even better because I have you," you answered shyly. "I was already in love with the city, but being here with you makes it even more special. I'm here in the city of my dreams with the love of my life. There's nothing more special than this."

João hummed in agreement. "And you deserve it all. Thank you for letting me be a part of this."

"I love you, João."

"And I love you, Y/N."

Nothing more needed to be said. And underneath the moonlight and the sparkling lights of La Sagrada Família in the company of each other, you truly felt the magic of Christmas.

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mittensmorgul · 4 months

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2023 in Mittens Fic

It's once again time for the annual accounting of things I have written! I think this year's total fic count, at 4, is my lowest ever, but I still managed more words than my two lowest years (peak pandemic, i loathe you still).

For reference, past year end summaries can be found here:

2022 | 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | the closest thing I have to a 2015 wrap up post is the lil bit of text at the bottom of 2016′s post… even though my two most popular fics were from 2015 lololol

So I guess my main writing goal for 2024, since I know I will never surpass my 2015 totals, is to just do better than I did in 2023. Here's to more fic!

I managed a Pinefest fic, a fic I started for DCBB but didn't finish by the draft deadline and posted on my own, an annual destielversary fic, and an annual holiday fic. I think that's the bare minimum of what I try to aim for in a year, so even if I'm personally disappointed I didn't get anything else written in addition to that bare minimum, I'm glad I was at least able to hit that goal. Across this year's four posted fics, there's a total of 110,875 words.

Also, again slightly cheating, but since I've mentioned it for the past two years, I'm still making the @spngeorg podcast! In case the millions of words of meta I've written over the years aren't enough, and you want to hear me yell out loud about the show, you can start from the beginning on Spotify or wherever you enjoy podcasts! Or if that sounds daunting, since I just uploaded Episode 138, 7.12 Time After Time, which makes the backlog a lot to catch up on honestly, you're also welcome to just jump in now. Everyone please come yell with me! I swear, if you do start from the beginning, that I get dramatically better at this whole thing as we go on... at least, I think I have. If nothing else, episodes are far more manageably shorter now that I've developed a system. Only took 2 1/2 years, but here we are... :'D

With that business out of the way, let's break down those numbers! Presented in the order they posted:

Dear Western Red Cedar #2409 (63,433 words rated M) Written for @deancaspinefest with gorgeous art by @alexiescherryslurpy, and inspired by this tumblr post that had been plaguing my imagination for several years. It's a two person love triangle with Forest Ranger and secret bestselling author Dean and small town librarian Cas. Heck I want to go reread it just thinking about it now... this is a happy place fic for me.

one working part (40,051 words, rated E) I started this for DCBB, but failed to make the draft deadline, then finished it before posting began anyway... another canon finale fix-it fic, but this one is heavily It's A Wonderful Life flavored and based on a conversation I had with @greywrenn last year. This story picks up at the beginning of 15.19, and then slowly veers more and more from canon, running alongside canon and making rude hand gestures at canon along the way, because they all deserved to have nicer things than canon gave them.

all the time in the world (1,289 words, rated T) This is my annual Destielversary story, short and sweet. It's set immediately after the events of One Working Part, but you don't have to have read that to enjoy this one. Just know Cas is back with Dean, and they've got the rest of their lives stretched out in front of them.

Christmas, Present (6,102 words, rated T) My annual holiday fluff fic, this time set in an AU, since most of my past holiday fic has been canon universe. A Dean/Cas college AU, with Matchmaker Charlie who just wants her friends to be happy already!

And that's my year in fic (unless I manage to post something else in the next 33 hours or so, and lol no that ain't happening...)! As per usual, I've already written more than half of this year's word total for the 2024 Pinefest, which will post in March... or april... heck when is my posting date even... it's coming soon anyway! But it's all written! :'D

Once again, I've still got so many more stories I want to write. Even the To Be Written list has grown again. My idea list long ago surpassed SABLE status, and yet now there's even more on it...

It's five pages, and two thousand words longer than it was last year. this just gets worse every year :'D

But that means I'll never run out of things to write, and that's always something to celebrate!

Thanks again to everyone who’s read, kudos’ed, commented, reblogged, liked, rec’ed, and enjoyed anything I’ve written in the last year. I love you all. <3 See you in 2024!

#spn fanfic #destiel #things i have written #2023 fic roundup #shameless self promotion

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elisedonut · 4 months

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❄️HARRY POTTER REC FEST 2023❄️

Lightning round because i for sure got distracted and never finished after day 12

so here we go i wont go into too much detail for any of these I did skip a couple that i didn't have an idea for as expected but enjoy!

13. A fic with over 100k words

Percy Take the Wheel by KittySmith

My personal favorite long Percy-centric fic!

Based on the concept of “What if Molly and Arthur died between the first and second books and Percy ended up being the brother to step up to take care of his younger siblings”

14. A favorite series

Harry Potter and the Ticket Backwards by viciousmouse

Gen Time travel Au’s my beloved. Another Harry goes back in fic but this one has a ton of focus on smaller characters Dudley, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott ect ect.

Also Harry convinces Percy to try to become a lawyer.

16 A fic that made you laugh

Hexes Are Not Romantic by Electroid

Flintley with Marcus being dumb and not going about this whole flirting thing very well. Very cute.

19. Fic with the hottest smut

Points (not) Taken by Green

Flintley with honestly, again Marcus just not doing boundaries but i think about it alot, it’s probably one of my favorite Flintley works.

20. A fic rated G

Dancing Lessons by HPfanatic12

Gen fic where Percy teaches Harry how to dance for the Yule Ball. Very cute and fun concept.

+ Ludicrous by mrsprobie

Justin Finch-Fletchley/Percy Weasley, meet cute. Very cute.

23. A soulmate fic

Into Oblivion by hmweasley

Draco Malfoy/Percy Weasley, I know someone else has Rec’ed this one for this fest already but i am too it’s very interesting

24. A holiday fic

Saving Christmas by A_Door

Percy Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Very cute story of Blaise trying to show Percy their into him without saying it despite their many attempts going right over Percy’s head.

25. A fic rated T

wholly true by starsailing

Flintley, Once again awkward Marcus trying to court/flirt will never not be entertaining to me. In this case with gift giving

26. A fic with an ending you can’t stop thinking about

There's Rue for You by Mr_Customs_Man

Flintley but only like kinda, anyway Ok so i’ll admit i'm stretching ending here. The part I think the most about with this is the end of Percy’s stay with Marcus but still I think about the regular ending too, because that whole last paragraph is just oof.

It’s fic exploring an AU where Peter polyjuiced as Percy after the fight and Percy goes through hell

27. A Muggle-AU fic

blueberry eyes ( seem to make time still ) by pandorascrate

Hannah Abbott/Percy Weasley. I liked that they didn't immediately get together. It took years in the story for them to get together. Also Percy feels good in this. I like the way he was written.

29. A post-canon fic More Lessons in Grieving as Taught by Dennis Creevy by angeladex

Gen Dennis and George talk after the final battle. Pulling Dennis into stories revolving around the Weasley’s grief for Fred is always really interesting to me and i’m not going to lie this one almost made me cry.

30. A pre-canon fic Life Lessons as Taught by Luna Lovegood by angeladex

Gen When Luna’s mom dies she goes to the burrow to tell the Weasley’s her family won’t be coming over for dinner after all and Percy walks her home. I really liked this. Percy’s reactions to a 9 year old Luna trying to weave around saying outright that her mom is dead was really good.

31. A fav amongst favs Vivaldi and Hot Chocolate by Patriceavril

Stan Shunpike/Percy Weasley, I’m very biased towards this one i won’t even lie but i love it very much. It’s cute, it’s sweet. Percy’s characterization is really nice. Stan’s characterization is really fun.

@hprecfest

#hprecfest2023 #percy weasley #marcus flint #draco malfoy #george weasley #hannah abbott #justin finch fletchley #stan shunpike #dennis creevey #luna lovegood #flintley #Stercy #blaise zabini

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So that's the second chapter of the landoscar christmas series, I have literally no idea of how to make a link between this chapter and the first one, so if you want to read it then you'll have to search it yourself, but it is my last post so no big problem. You have probably realized it, but I got inspired to write this story by "All I want for Christmas", so the titles of the chapters are part of the lyrics. As always if you have suggestions or there are issues with the story don't be shy kidsss. Oh and if someone can tell me how to make the link I'd be grateful for my life. ENJOYYYY

Make my wish come true

Warnings: like one curse word at the start and one at the end (I don't even know if those are considered curse words), the littlest angst and fluff. Some words are translated with google because english is not my first lenguage. It's not beta read because I don't have the energy to do it right now as I had planned on finishing the series in 2023 but here I am.

Ship: F1 involved!Lando Norris × not F1 involved!Oscar Piastri (established relationship)

Wc: 3.3k

Chapter 1, 2, 3

Summary: Max and Logan help Lando in his little gremlin plan to propose to Oscar during their christmas party.

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Max's phone rang in the exact moment his dream was at its climax, waking him up without letting him know the finale of it.

Max looked at who was calling at such an hour in the morning.

It was Lando. Then probably it wasn't important.

Max deactivated the sound and left the vibration on, trying to fall asleep again just to see the end of his dream, but the buzzing wouldn't stop.

With a mix of frustration and malcontent for his not-well-started Wednesday morning, Max took the phone and answered his best friend.

"What do you want" he asked abruptly

"'Morning sunshine, I also miss my best friend so much" Lando answered sarcastically and Max could perfectly picture in his head the wide tooth-gaped smile his best friend almost certainly had on his face.

"It's not a good morning when it starts like this" Max returned.

Lando, on the other hand, laughed at his friend's distress. Max knew that, sooner or later, he would've killed his best friend.

"Anyways, I'm sorry for your pain, but I've just got an idea" it surely wasn't a good start. Every time Lando said stuff like that, it didn't end well.

"Oh god"

"I want to propose to Oscar"

"OH GOD"

Suddenly Max was sitting on the bed, totally awake and vigile.

He didn't know what to say. Well actually there were too many things he wanted to say but couldn't choose which one to say first. Between the "when?" The"where?" and the "Why?"s.

Instead, his mouth (apparently not connected with his brain) deliberately and on its own expressed all his emotions at once.

"What the fuck"

"Yep it was pretty explanatory"

Neither of them knew how to behave. Obviously some people they both knew have got married before, but neither Lando nor Max have ever experienced a crazy idea like that.

"So… when?" The moment Max started to metabolize the news, he also began to like it in some weird way.

He knew the two have been together for some time and (at least for Lando) have also been pining over each other for even longer, so it was logical that one of them would've done the big step in a short time.

"Okay, well, that's my plan…"

Lando started to explain The Big Plan to his best friend, who was more excited every new sentence he heard.

Max had known him for so many years and has always thought of him as more immature and childish than other people their age, but he was sure Lando would've made the perfect husband to Oscar.

This train of thoughts continued and extended in every direction that included memories of Lando, the emotions took over him and made his eyes water a bit. But thinking about it, those words were good, he should've taken notes for his best man's speech.

"Let's recap it from the start once again" Max read on his phone. It was at least the 25th time Lando had asked him to repeat The Plan. He was sure he could've acted even other people's parts in the show.

"Dear god I only have to say yes when he asks me about the party" Max texted back.

"It's not difficult" then he added just to emphasize the pointlessness of Lando's worries.

"Don't you dare make fun of me I'm just anxious, it's normal I guess" Lando's answer arrived in no time

Max smiled to himself shaking his head. Some things never change, he thought while unfolding all the memories with his best friend and rewatching every time Lando acted anxious. There were a few.

"If your calculus are right, he's calling me in ten minutes, so maybe I should get ready to answer him?" Max asked, trying to find an excuse to not leave his friend on seen in this particular situation.

Lando texted just a "yeah you're right" and then left the chat.

Max sighed and closed his phone, just to get his hands on his face and rub his eyes.

"Hey Osc, long time no see" is the sentence Max and Lando have accorded for him to say, and he did it spectacularly. As if he hasn't repeated it for the past twenty minutes without a single stop.

"Yeah it has been a tough period. We were planning a christmas party at our place on wednesday, are you in?" Oscar asked him.

"But isn't Lando away?" He was trying really, really hard not to abruptly laugh and scream at Oscar's ear.

"Yeah, in fact we wanted to do this thing together, but then he was called away and we can't postpone it anymore" Max thought he sounded a little exasperated.

He felt his lungs expand and contract without an order, his cheeks had become red and swollen, in his eyes there were tears for holding it back, but then he couldn't take it anymore.

Max let out a soft giggle, but that giggle meant to him like the most powerful and exorbitant laughter he had ever had, mostly because he felt (he could literally touch it) the importance of his position in there.

"Yeah I think I'll be there"

"K, thanks mate" Oscar sounded pretty hesitant with his answer. "And you can come with who you want" he then added.

"Great, thanks. Bye" Max hung up just right before exploding in what he thought was one of the biggest laughs of his life.

He didn't know the cause of this, but that situation was so funny to him. Maybe it was just the stress. Most probably it was just the stress. But why should he be stressed? It wasn't even his proposal. What would have happened when it was HIS time to take the big step? Max didn't even want to think about it for a minute.

He jumped back to reality and immediately opened his and Lando's chat to update him.

Max rang the doorbell of his best friend's house and waited for his best friend's boyfriend (and next-to-be fiance) to open the door.

"Never saw you awake this early"

Oh right! Oscar's humor was something he could never forget about.

"I'm happy to see you too" Max stated with the biggest smile stamped on his face. He patted the boy's shoulders with both his hands and looked him down, trying to imagine the guy with a different surname (something like Norris) and a different look (a smoking might be ideal, and maybe a golden ring on that finger could be even better).

"Yeah" Oscar mouthed with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression.

Max entered the house without needing a welcome. He treated it like it was his, he didn't care if the actual owner was okay with it. At least he could say the same happened every time Lando and Oscar were at his place.

"What are you doing here?"

If there was another person in the room, they could've heard three voices ask the same question at the same time.

"No no no. I asked you first" Logan yelled at Max getting up pretty fast from the couch he was previously lying on.

"Well yes man, but really why are YOU here" he repeated.

"I'm here to help Oscar. And you?"

"I'm too"

Max and Logan looked at each other with a slightly confused stare, narrowing their gazes and tilting their head to one side or the other.

Oscar cleared his voice behind them and just then he realized he couldn't tell Logan what he was about to. ("Well, actually I'm here to help Lando" would've been his response).

"Max, can I ask you to get away from my home? I already have enough help" The youngest boy looked exhausted. It must be tiring to project an event like this almost alone and with his boyfriend hundred of miles away from him.

He could not understand, but he surely could pity him.

"I'm very sorry Oscar, but I'm not leaving this house until tonight"

"Okay then" he looked more exasperated every sentence.

"Don't worry. This will be the best party you've ever been to"

"Do I have to remind you this is MY house? Maybe I should be the one preparing it" Oscar pointed out almost ironically.

"We will be better than you, trust me" Logan, who has been silent the entirety of the time, had stepped in the conversation to support him, and Max couldn't be more grateful.

With all due care, Oscar left his house in his friend's hands and headed to work.

Max and Logan had only six hours and a half to transform that house into a HOUSE.

"So why are you here really?" Logan broke the silence, leaning on the shopping cart as he pushed it.

The two were at the mall searching for cute items and classic christmas stuff to hang here and there in the house to make it look more comfortable.

They have given themselves a specific and perfectly timed list to follow religiously: the times were calculated per second and the both of them had certain works to complete.

"Lando wants to propose Oscar tonight" Max let out.

"LANDO WANTS TO WHAT?'' Logan cried out in the middle of the cheese island, standing up like he was electrocuted and launching three slices of gruyere into the cart.

"SHHH why are you screaming?" Max whisper-yelled at him.

"Oh ya know? It's just my best friend getting married to yours, why aren't YOU screaming?" Logan replied in the same voice tone.

"I've already had my screaming session a week ago" he explained.

Max looked at his clock and calculated there were two minutes of delay in their schedule.

Logan looked around himself in disbelief, pinching his own cheeks to make sure he was not living a dream.

He looked at Max right in his eyes for the first time in their entire lives.

"Then we have to make sure we do the best of it" Logan stated resolutely, speeding even more than before, driving his shopping cart like a formula 1 car.

"You go bake the cookies, I'll get the house aesthetically ready"

Max nodded at his newfound friend and sprinted into the kitchen to prepare all the ingredients he needed.

Right after putting on his freshly-bought apron, his phone started vibrating.

Max boringly looked at the screen and would've even hung up, but noticing Lando's nickname on it, he thought it was preferible answering, after all that work.

He accepted the call and put on the speaker while calling Logan to make him participate at the "meeting".

"Everything's okay?" Lando's altered voice sounded more worried than Max had ever heard him.

He took a moment to appreciate the fact that his best friend was giving this plan all his soul. You could know how much he cared about Oscar (or generally about his loved ones, even if he didn't show it that much) just by hearing his preoccupied voice.

"Yep, we're almost ready" Logan answered, just as joyful as Max.

"Wait, who was that?"

"It's Logan. I know everything and I couldn't agree more with you on this decision" his face was stamped with a smile from ear to ear and his eyes shone brighter than the stars.

"Oh hey Log sorry, didn't know you were there too. Does he suspect anything?"

"There is absolutely no way he could. We were silent as a grave" Max answered, almost kicking his feet like a schoolgirl.

"Well then-" Lando's sentence start was interrupted by a not a little hasty Max, who was sure he was about to scream.

"Now that you have secured yours and our wellbeing, can we finish our work? We have a pretty full agenda to follow"

"Oh okay then, I'm halfway there anyways"

"Yeah yeah, you know where I keep my second set of keys" and without another word, he hung up the phone just as fast as they both came back to their respective jobs in the house.

"Hey that chocolate dough looks fantastic" Logan laughed entering the kitchen, looking at a totally covered in chocolate dough Max.

"Where? I thought I cleaned everything" Max responded.

Logan sighed and continued his laugh, then threw a clean kitchen towel at him, telling him where he was still dirty while taking a seat to taste what they had prepared during the evening.

"It's not that bad" he exclaimed, chewing the biggest bite of cheese and ham toast Max had ever seen.

Logan raised the volume of his phone when he heard the first bits of "Last Christmas" were playing.

By then, the trust between the two was near to the one in a years-long friendship, after all those hours spent together and a common goal in mind. For this sole reason, Logan felt confident enough to start singing his favorite Christmas song.

Max turned around with a shocked look. Not because Logan's singing skills were terrible, well not only because of this, but because he didn't think Logan was one to start singing around what was a stranger until a few hours before.

And again his emotions changed, his heart melting a little. Logan singing like this in front of him meant that he trusted him enough to show him his silly side.

Max decided to match his energy and start wiggling his hips and dancing a little around the room.

The two were so lost in the moment they couldn't hear the owner of the house entering firstly the place, and then the kitchen.

"What in the world you two?" Oscar looked totally agape.

Max and Logan fastly looked at each other and the american jumped between his best friend and his new one to try protecting him from any crazy action the Aussie could have done.

Max and Logan both knew Oscar wasn't one for physical contact, (everybody around him knew it) and because of it they were used to him never touching them. This was why, when they saw him coming this close so fastly, they were scared Oscar was about to stab one or both of them with a random pointy ornament found in the home.

It must've been a particularly shocking period for Max.

First Lando's announcement, then Logan's new friendship, and now a hug from Oscar.

"Thank you for everything" Max and Logan heard Oscar's muffled voice buried in their clothes and both moved a little because of the little gesture.

"That's no problem mate, really" Max assured him.

"C'mon now, there's people arriving here to party" Logan tried to lighten up the mood, receiving the tiniest and cutest laugh from Oscar.

"I don't think it's the worst idea you've had until now" Max whisper-screamed at his phone in his best friend's kitchen while everybody else, including Oscar, in the living room was living their best life.

It was at least the fourth phrase he had heard from Lando about what he thought could be the best starter of his proposal-speech.

"Well, at least not the weirdest" he continued.

"Ehy!" Lando laughed at him, but still his stress wasn't relieved, not even a bit.

Max, for the fiftieth time, didn't know how to act.

Like, what did he have to say? Something funny to let the pressure decrease? Or something meaningful to be That One friend for once?

He decided that saying nothing was the best option. For both, him and his friend. He was, actually, not a hundred percent sure about it, but on the spot he failed to think about anything better.

"I think it's better if I go now" Max admitted after a few moments of silence.

He received a "yeah" as an answer and immediately hung up.

Max was totally sure there were more mature things to do than he, seconds after, did. But, unfortunately, less mature things are usually the more spontaneous ones.

This is why, when his phone turned on again, seeing the new message from Lando and texted him back, the only natural thing to do that came to his mind was to start jumping and giggling, just like a schoolgirl.

He got only one thing not calculated in his mind: the fact that Oscar might be keen on entering his own kitchen for whatever reason.

So when he turned around to face the exit, he found there on the door an astonished Oscar staring at him.

Max couldn't tell what was open wider: Oscar's eyes or his mouth.

Anyway, he had to think about a not-too-much- suspicious reaction on the spot. And surely he had never been good at thinking on the spot.

That's the reason why the first thing Max did was rebuking him, closing the door on his face.

Just a single moment after he thought that maybe his actions were more suspicious than anything else he could have done.

With a worried expression folding his eyebrows, Max took his phone from the marble table's surface again and fastly texted to his friend he might have done something wrong.

"I'm here"

This was the message he had been waiting for the entire time, but now that Lando had sent it to him, Max was starting to get agitated again, knowing exactly what it meant.

"Is everything ready?" Was the following text he received, to which he answered with a "gimme 5 mins"

The only three things he had to do were: inform Logan, inform every other guest and prepare Oscar.

The guests heard the news with surprise and loving eyes, while Logan started to sweat a bit.

Last point on his list was to take Oscar in front of the entrance and then his work would be done perfectly.

But where the hell was Oscar? He had asked Liam, Max (the other one) and even Niran, but they knew less than him. So he searched in every room of the house, even the bathroom, but when he had knocked on the bathroom door, Logan's voice had answered him.

Max asked his and Lando's long time friend to text the next-to-be fiance and tell him to wait.

He tried to think about what could have happened: Lando would have rang the doorbell and Max would've opened the door instead of Oscar and Lando would've found his best friend instead of the love of his life in front of him (already on one knee and with the ring box open and about to repeat the speech he had been talking about for weeks) and then Lando would've asked him "what the hell?" and then he should have answered him with something like "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we have lost your future husband, we apologize for the unease" and what could've been Lando's reaction to it all?

Max's morbius thoughts were taking such a part of his brain, he didn't realize Logan had taken Oscar all the way in the living room, just right before entering the entrance.

When Max turned around and saw him, immediately looked at his friend Niran, winking at him as a way to give him the signal for Lando to ring.

All the guests were ready with their phones in their hands, faking sending and receiving messages or searching for something on google. Actually they were all about to flash the lights of their phones to make the atmosphere, using the devices just like in the 70s they used lighters.

Except for Charles: he was the one in charge of recording the video, in fact he had the best position of sight.

Max got out of the kitchen as the doorbell rang and Oscar (in a new outfit) rushed to open the door.

"My guest must've arrived" he announced looking at the young Aussie.

From his point of view, Max couldn't properly see all the scene, so he moved through the tangle of guests to crouch down one step away from Charles.

From there, Max could see everything perfectly: Oscar's (flabbergasted, he might add) expression, the fabulous ring, and most importantly his kneeling best friend and the biggest smile he had ever seen on his face.

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