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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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I loved you first, but you’re not the last

“....You’re special so it requires extra effort. Happy Valentines and happy first day of being a couple,”

Pairing: Mark Lee x female!reader

Genre: Angst, SMUT, fluff, childhood best friends to lovers

WC: 4,588k

Warnings: Fake dating, break up,swearing, mentions or other idol, reader x Taeyong in the end, Taeyong as Mark’s brother, unprotected sex, virginity loss, a lot of making out, mentions of making out, touching, a small amount of dirty talking, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I get my internet connection back. Gosh I hope this posts. Part of Request Party

It was in the middle of the night when you received a call that did not just woke you up, but also woke your whole being. Body, mind and soul.

“You’re back?” crankily you sat up from bed, scratching your heavy eyes and about to get out of bed because the person on the other line is right outside your house, waiting for you.

He has been away and gone for too long because of college... and you should be excited as you go downstairs to meet him, but you know why he’s here and it’s no good news. Let’s face it, this night will not end nice.

“Here goes nothing,” you murmured. Wrapping yourself with your thick jacket before you finally step outside.

And the moment you opened the door, snow was falling and you didn’t miss how the snow landed peacefully on Mark’s eyelashes. Eyes looking straight to you, those sad eyes that can’t hide the pain that he’s holding. A pain that you caused.

You wanted to finally reunite first with a hug, but he got ahead of you and took your chance to show him how much you missed him.

“How could you?” he started, eyes still locked on yours. “I thought we were going to wait and do it right- how could you date my brother while I was away?”

Even you find it cruel. What you did to Mark was cruel, selfish, and unforgivable. And truth be told, you don’t have the right words now. You wanted to explain of course, but you’re scared it might break him even more. “I love your brother,” you said softly. Not even brave enough to look him in the eye because you feel bad.

“You loved me first,” he bite back. And you can’t help but be weak in front of him and cry. Usually whenever you cry, he will walk towards you and remind you how much you mean to him. But you guess not tonight, maybe you don’t deserve love tonight.

“You left me, remember?” you dried your tears and tried being brave even just for a short period. Just until you have the guts to walk away.

“Whatever. It’s not yet too late. Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy,”

He finally said his true purpose tonight. This was his last chance and the only to win you back. But even though he has never been more honest in his whole life except tonight, he feels like not even telling you his feelings can bring you back to him. Mark was so frustrated that he has tears in his eyes already that you wanted to dry so bad. But if you really want him to respect the relationship you have with his brother, then this is the perfect time.

“I may have loved you first, but your brother is the last man I’ll love. I’m sorry Mark,”

And just as you finish saying those hurtful words, you finally have the bravery to turn your back on him and ignore his shouting that you’re sure your parents and neighbors heard. This is you throwing a decade of good friendship because of unrequited love.

FOUR YEARS AGO

The day before Valentines day, you don’t know what’s up with your mood or with you in general, because you’ve been so envy with the people around you, couples to be exact. As you admire happy couples in school who celebrates Valentines as early as now, you can’t help but to imagine someone.... someone that will give you flowers, chocolates... kisses, or whatever you’ll accept in whole heartedly.

Valentines is like Christmas, it’s a day of giving and receiving. But that only applies if you have someone special whom you can spend the day with and exchange shiny, glittery, and sparkling Valentine cards with.

“I can be your fake boyfriend, come on it will be fun,” he raises his seagull eyebrows and smirked. Come to think of it, it’s not a bad idea. You’ve been best friends even before kindergarten, you watch each other grow and went through puberty together until the next thing you know, you’re printing college applications together in your room because his printer broke down.

“Let’s not go to college without having the experience of high school love... you know, let’s have fun before we graduate with flying colors. Let’s go to parties, participate in Valentine-gram tomorrow, go to prom together. What do you say?” he added.

“But everything’s fake? What’s the point of fake dating if we already look like were dating ever since we started being friends?” You whine and flop on your bed, Mark did the same thing.

“Don’t think about it too much, just say yes,” for a moment you both just stared at the ceiling, wondering what could go wrong if you started fake dating. “Anyway, you don’t have a choice. I need to get home and answer these- Bye, you’re my girlfriend now!”

“W-what? Mark-“

And just before you could reason out with him, he’s gone with his college applications and you’re left with your thoughts and excitement. You don’t know why but Mark’s crazy idea made your heart jump, it’s like a good electricity that made you look for your art materials and spend the whole evening making your fake boyfriend a blue shiny, glittery, and sparkling Valentine card.

Even if the motive was fake, the effort was real and it felt good and right at that very moment.

But little did you know that his idea of fake dating was only his way to not shock you when he finally confess his feelings to you.

That’s right, your best friend is in love with you.

If she wears blue tomorrow I will confess to her. He tells himself as he stares in his ceiling, feeling the same excitement and electricity in his heart. Trying so hard to sleep but he kept on thinking about you and can’t help but feel the excitement for tomorrow again.

“You and Y/n started dating? Since when?” Mark’s mother exclaimed happily while driving. Looking at his son admire the roses he got you from the flower shop downtown.

“We’re just starting mom. Thanks for helping me pick these up by the way,”

“Oh there she is! Wearing blue! Oh I never realized how you two grew such good looking kids until now,”

Mark breathed in and let it out with a smile, thankful that you wore his favorite color, because he can’t continue to hide his feelings for you. Maybe you and him are really bound to happen.

As you wave goodbye to Mrs. Lee with a bright smile, there you see Mark carrying a unique bouquet of roses and your eyes immediately went big and sparkled because. Not to mention your heart beats so hard and fast because he looked so handsome even in his casual clothes.

“Wow- I’m speechless, these are beautiful. Where did you get these?” you accept the bouquet as he hands it to you with a smile. Engraving the look of your face in his mind and heart, swearing to himself that from now on he will make you happy like this everyday.

“It’s a secret. You’re special so it requires extra effort. Happy Valentines and happy first day of being a couple,” he said and planted a kiss on your forehead. Something so natural for you and him, but today is different. Nonetheless, you believe that today will be a beautiful and eventful day.

In the see of people wearing red and white in your school’s hallway, you and Mark are happy wearing blue. Such a sad color but you wearing it makes him the happiest guy today. Everywhere you look has a dash of red and pink, hearts are hanged here and there and almost everyone has red roses on their hand... except you.

Because you’re holding a bouquet of rainbow roses.

This year’s Valentines wasn’t like any other Valentine’s you usually have. Today you have Mark.

You have Mark to hold your hand while you walk on the school’s hallway. You have Mark to look at you so lovingly that your heart melts whenever you catch him looking. You have Mark to take you out on a date after school and take cute photos in a photo booth. You have Mark to share a big drink with two straws.

And most especially, you have Mark to kiss you under the dark sky full of stars in front of your house.

His lips were soft as expected. And the way his tongue swipes on your lip in the most subtle way just makes you want him to kiss more. He smiled in between kissing when you pulled him closer and kiss him more when he was about to pull away. And oh! You did not miss the way he softly moans, such music to your ears but sad to say you can only hear them tonight.

“Did you liked my Valentine card? I left it in your locker,”

You finally pulled away and surprised him. Wiping away the spit from your mouth, you wiped Mark’s as well. He only smiled to you and you wish he would stop doing it because you’re growing a little crush on him already.

“It’s full of glitters, it’s blue and it has watermelons. Of course I love it” he said then did it again, melted your heart with that damn handsome smile.

“Good,” you said softly, fixing his hoodie and finally giving him a bear hug that he deserves. “I don’t want this night to end,” you finally admitted it.

“Then let’s not end it,”

“Wait, you’re not faking anymore aren’t you-“

And just like that Mark cut you off with a deep kiss. Nothing like how he kissed you earlier. This time he was holding you tight that you’re almost out if breath and you feel like he’s about to crush you anytime. But the way he kissed you... it’s his way of confessing his love to you.

On the following days, everything changed between you and Mark. Though it’s clear that what you feel for him is only just a crush now and he knows it, still the guy is hopeful that you will love him like how he loves you.

Mark is the perfect definition of consistent. He showed you how he feels for you each day, and each day he became better than the day before, sweeter and bolder. He was putting everything on the line for you, showering you the love he has always kept in him. That’s why, in a matter of months you finally made it official with him and you can’t wait what the future has in store for the both of you.

“What do you love about me?” you asked out of nowhere while he was in the middle of playing his guitar. It wasn’t a hard question, but it made him stop and think for a second.

“I love how you give me constant reasons to love you even more each day,” the first line was enough, but Mark has more to say. “The way you kiss my cheek in the most friendly way but it always meant something to me, how you accepted me to be your friend and now boyfriend. I love how you love me, because being loved back by you is something so special that only us can understand”

What he said moved you of course. You didn’t know that he loves you deeply even before you started the fake dating thing. And knowing that Mark is just crazy and madly in love with you, you can’t help but wish that you are too. For now all you can do is accept his love, and give back however you can. You love him of course, but you can’t keep up with his love yet.

Days passed by and your relationship grew sweeter. More sweet words were exchanged and more kisses were given. Way more. Until you find yourselves making out whenever you two are alone.

“Aw!” you express your pain when Mark accidentally bit your lip. Something so sexy but it hurt and it made you both stop what you’re doing.

“Oops. Sorry, I got carried away” he says and took a look at your lips. “You’re fine right?”

“Mhmm” You answered, but just before he was about to start kissing you again, you stopped him by pulling away. “And it’s getting late, I think you should go home,”

“But I want to stay for more,” he said with a sly smile. Caressing your shoulders and soothing your back. If course you did not miss what he was talking about for more. You and Mark are young, and being new to this relationship thing just makes you both want to explore and feed each other’s curiosity.

“When I’m ready. I promise it will be worth the wait, for now it’s getting late and you need to go home... And work with some homework,” you gave him a final kiss and thankfully he did not pry.

The relationship you have with Mark was nothing like the friendship you used to have. The friendship was still there, of course, but friends don’t kiss your neck while you’re busy reading a book or slam you to the nearest wall and kiss you wildly. Friends don’t taste your favorite ice cream flavor through your tongue in the middle of a Netflix movie, and friends don’t get affected when they see you in your thin shirt and panties only whenever they give you a surprise visit.

“It’s the weekend, why are you here?” You whine as you try to go back to sleep. Clinging to your pillow and thick blanket but your boyfriend is currently losing his mind. Nonetheless, he remained a gentleman and covered your exposed leg and butt, covering you completely and keeping you warm. “Come to bed with me. Cuddle with me instead”

The young man’s eyes brightened and quickly joined you in bed. Swinging his arm around your waist from behind and nuzzling your neck to tickle you.

“I got into my dream college,” he whispered excitedly beside your ears which made you quickly turn to him and hug him.

“That’s why you’re here! Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realized” you planted kisses on his cheek the ones he loved receiving other than your slow and deep ones. “You used to talk about this ever since we were just kids. Ugh, I’m so proud of you”

“Promise to support me no matter what?” This time it’s him who went closer and planted kisses on your face. Of course you said yes, it has been his dream, but now that you knew you’ll miss him everyday and you know that the image of him walking away from you at the airport will truly hurt you, so you can’t help but fake it.

You rolled on top of him and his eyes immediately went big, wondering why and how are you like this. You have never been this bold and confident even in your wildest times, it’s like he’s seeing a totally different side of you and he loves it.

“Want to claim your early graduation gift?” you completely surprised him and started kissing his neck, while Mark is actually enjoying the moment by caressing your ass cheeks and teasing you by tugging your panties. You wish you have the same level of confidence with Mark, because you well know that between the two of you he is the one experienced with sexual activities, so now you try your best.

“Mmm” a loud pop surrounds your room as Mark sucks your nipples through your thin shirt. Taking turns with your left boob and right boob until your shirt is partly wet because of him and he can finally see your nipples. The sight of it gave him the feeling like no other. Of course this is not his first time seeing boobs, but this is different because it’s you.

The mere sight of your boobs just made him lose his mind and not to mention hard in no time. You watch him roll his head back while you slowly grind of top of him with a ruined shirt, looking so hot than ever so he quickly switched places with you. Putting you underneath him, looking down on you with hungry and lustful eyes.

“Do you wanna touch my boobs?” You asked him so innocently,reaching for his hand that’s placed on your waist. You put your hand and his hand inside your shirt, slowly lifting the wet shirt just above your chest to expose your boobs to him.

“I wish you were my first,” he said and immediately kissing your right boob while his hand kneads the other, pinching you or teasing you, or whatever he just wanted to hear something from you. And when he stopped making your nipples swollen, Mark just kept on kissing you softly and saying ‘i love yous’ over and over again. making you smile through his lips and soft touches, it is as if he’s taking away all your shyness and making you comfortable with the situation. The situation where your boobs are expose to him, your legs spread wide and Mark is in between your legs, grinding his clothed cock on your ruined and wet panties.

You were just kissing passionately but now you felt his hands hooked on your panties and the next thing you know he’s pulling it down without breaking the kiss until it reaches your thigh and eventually remove it but the shyness crept in again, making you close your legs and bite your lips in hesitation.

“Can I? Open your legs?” He asks, kissing your neck and calming you through the way he kisses you and touch you. And when he felt that you’re ready, he tried opening your legs again and this time you let him. Letting him place his body in between your legs, smiling through the kiss as if he’s telling you ‘good job’.

Mark spread kisses around your body, kissing every inch of your being, earning a giggle from you and with that he’s happy you’re not nervous anymore.

And when Mark pull away to discard his clothes, and release his cock, you were speechless when you saw it that you removed your own ruined shirt just to be fair ask him to get back in between your legs this instant.

“Lets do this right,” he said and immediately placed a finger on your wet slit that took your breath away. Up and down, you feel his finger nothing else, and when the moment comes and Mark put a finger in, your hand reached for his hand and tried to stop him because the pleasure was too much. But your handsome boyfriend was just smiling at you, smirking because you looked so ruined right now all you can do is smile back at him. And when he insert two fingers, he kissed you deeply and caught every moan you let out, every cry of his name, every groan, or whine.

And the next thing you know you’re closing your legs as you shiver and curl your body. Trying to get away from Mark because you’re sensitive already but your boyfriend is not stopping.

“First of many,” he says and stopped to pull out his fingers. But he is not yet done. He only gave you a few seconds to catch your breath and went back kneeling in between your legs again.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked with ragged breaths and tired expression.

Mark did not answer you verbally, but he did physically. Licking your pussy juices and spreading your pussy lips while his eyes are completely locked on yours.

You said ‘no’, but you didn’t mean it and the moment his tongue swipes on your cunt you grabbed hold on your headboard and hold on for your dear life. Clenching and unclenching as Mark eats you out, trying so hard to close your legs but you can’t until your second orgasm drowned you quickly and all you can do is breathe in and out heavily.

“I hate you” you said but you’re clinging to Mark and sharing your warmth to him.

“I love you,” he said and intertwined his fingers with his, kissing your knuckles before he place both your hands above your head. You voluntarily spread your legs wider for him, and with his free hand he lines his cock finally.

“I didn’t know you’re big,”

What you said made him smirk and proved your discovery even more by pulling out entirely and slamming his cock back in your wet hole. “Now you know,” he said small grunts and went in deeper. He knew what he’s doing to you is too much pleasure because it’s your first time and also he can tell by the way you hold on to his hand.

“Planning to crush my hand?” he let out a cut giggle like he isn’t fucking you deep right now. How can he do that? Be insanely cute while doing something filthy to you.

“Y/n, I’m close can I go faster?” and you can only nod.

Fucking you faster and harder than earlier, you watch Mark become someone sinful when he started focusing on his own release, kissing your boobs while he fucks you, give your ass a tight squeeze, lick your neck like you’re a fucking ice cream and whisper dirty words or word that make you shy that you didn’t know you would love hearing. Like,

“Let me fuck you again,”

“You like it deep huh?”

“Y/n, you’re worth wait, you’re mine forever”

“This is the last pussy I’ll fuck,”

And in the end he pulled out and jerked in front of you, letting his cum fall on your lower abdomen and watch his cum drip to your sheets. It’s a shame that he can’t cum inside you, it would have felt great.

“Fucking shit- that sex was great,”

He rests his head on top of your boobs, but went back to kissing you again on the lips. Apologizing for his mess, aplogizing for his words and saying ‘i love you’ over and over again.

That morning, you stayed naked with Mark in bed for a few hours just talking and laughing, flirting and kissing. It felt great having a huge progress with your relationship, especially that it’s Mark who took your virginity.

“Hey, you okay?” he was talking about your pussy because even though he didn’t went hard earlier, he did fucked you a little bit harder knowing that it’s your first time. “I meant what I said earlier. Please be my last, I don’t want to give my love to anyone but you. It’s too early to talk about marriage but, I know it’s you. I’ll love you better each day, I promise”

Comfort, warmth and safety. That’s what you felt hearing those beautiful words from him that you became speechless and crashed your lips to him.

His promise was kept every day until you both finished high school together, enjoy the summer before he leaves and make unforgettable memories as many as you can.

But knowing that he’s going away to follow his dreams and fulfil his goals, Mark worried too much about long distance relationship and how it never worked.

“Are we really together now? I’m not dreaming right?”

Your sleep was disturbed when Mark called you in the middle of the night. Today, you taught him how to bake and had a couple of rounds during Netflix and chill, so to be honest you’re really exhausted and tired.

“Mark, we kiss, we date, we have sex almost everyday. Yes baby, we’re together for almost four months already. Now can we please go back to sleep-“

“Go down open your door. I’m outside”

And the moment you opened the door for him, you gave him a ‘shh’ sign, telling him that your parents are already asleep. You came closer to him for a kiss, and told him, “it’s real. I’m real. Can you please promise me to stop overthinking, you’re making me worry,”

He didn’t answer you but lowered his head. You knew he’s sorry and he’s just doing this for you,

“I love you, Mark. I’m yours forever,” you said and kissed him again. Deeply this time, to the point that it put you both in the mood and the next thing you know Mark is fucking you while he’s covering your mouth with his hand.

When Mark left you for college your relationship went downhill and you’re both getting hurt already. Fighting is part of the relationship, yes, but the fight you have with Mark almost everyday was becoming the reason why you want to distance yourself from him. You feel caged with how he love you, you feel like he’s strangling you with all these rules you need to follow to maintain trust in your relationship but nothing is working.

Until he finally realized what he’s doing to you.

So during his vacation, he visited you and you were so excited to the core that you welcomed him with a tight hug and the biggest smile. Only to find out that he wanted to break up.

But

“It’s just until we finish college. Let’s wait and do it right. I don’t want to fight for you while hurting you at the same time. Please understand. I’m not breaking up because I don’t love you. This time off will heal us both,”

The breakup did you no good. You were sad every day and to be honest you would rather want him to nag you than miss him like this and you can believe that between the two of you, he’s the one doing great in life. It makes you want to believe that he doesn’t love you anymore. Like the man you fell in love to, wasn’t there anymore.

“Still crazy about my stupid brother huh? Come here and help feed my fishes,”

His brother, Lee Taeyong, disturbed you and your ugly thoughts while you finish the drink their mom gave you during one of your visits.

“Well, college was good to you. I see you’re back and finally opening a bakeshop downtown” he hands you the fish food as you wait for him to talk and feed the fishes generously.

“I’m very much excited to open my bakery. Want to make cookies later instead of being broken hearted?”

And as days, weeks, and months pass by, not only Lee Taeyong making you forget about Mark, he also healed your heart and won it fair and square.

It started how he makes your heart flutter whenever he holds your hand while teaching you how to bake, how praises you and tell you that you look beautiful everyday, how he makes his kitchen your own little world during closing time and you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with Taeyong in between your legs and taking your breath away with a heated kiss.

When you and taeyong started dating, you experienced true love. You didn’t want to hurt Mark but what you have with Taeyong is real and you had to hide this from him for years and years and years, until you finally graduated in college.

And Tayong proposed to you. It was the only time you couldn’t hide your relationship from Mark anymore because Taeyong was the one who confessed to him.

*this is the part where you read the first part again JEJEHEH

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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Cause baby tonight, the DJ got us falling in love again. First off, have you heard the song in my title? Yes.

When was the last time that you were asked out somewhere, and you declined? My mom wanted to do something this past Wednesday, but I wasn’t feeling up to it. We ended up going Thursday, though. How have you been feeling so far today? It’s 737AM and I’m awake and hungry and I should just go to sleep ugh. Do you ever decided to just dance crazy to a favorite song? No. Have you ever tried to write poetry or song lyrics? Yeah, I tried a bit with poetry during my emo days.

Lately have you been staying up late and sleeping in? My sleep schedule has been all over the place and a complete mess for the past few years. When was the last time you had cookies and milk? It’s been awhile. Do you have any special pictures in your wallet? I don’t have any pictures in my wallet.

Do you keep ticket stubs from meaningful events? Yes.

Have you ever watched fireworks with someone you loved? With family. Do you own any jewellry made out of shells? Yeah, a few. Are you good at memorizing phone numbers? No. I haven’t had to in such a long time with cell phones and being able to Google numbers. Now, I just know like two numbers-- my house phone and my mom’s cellphone and that’s because both have been the same for a very long time. Does anyone you know live in an odd colored house? No. Does the battery in your cellphone last long? Yeah, a decent amount. I just charge it when I go to bed. Have you ever made your own website? Yeah. Has anyone ever sent you a candy gram? Myself. :X When was the last time you ordered pizza? A couple weeks ago. I’m actually planning on doing that today for lunch. Have you ever seen the movie "Aliens" by James Cameron? Nope. I have no interest in that. Does the computer/laptop your using have a SD card slot? No. Do you like men who have a sensitive side? Sure. Have you talked to your special someone today? I don’t have a special someone. Have you ever tried to get someone into a certain band/artist? Yeah. If you're a 90's kid, do you remember when bellbottom jeans were in style? I do. Have you ever tried to make fudge? No. Do you have an opinion on Lindsay Lohan going to jail? Nope. Have you ever carved you and someone elses initials into a tree? No. Do you like Dairy Queen? I haven’t been there since I was a kid, but I’m sure I probably would. Have you ever used glitter as one of your makeup items? Yes. Wedges, stilettos or just no heels at all? No heels at all. If someone gave you the keys to a Lamborghini, would you be excited? I can’t drive, but I wouldn’t mind be driven around in one. Have you ever gotten highlights or streaks? Yeah, I had highlights for several years. Dangly earrings, hoop earrings, simple studs, or no earrings at all? I haven’t worn earrings in so long, but I like small hoops and simple studs. Do you own anything that's leather? I have two pleather jackets. Have you ever owned what would be considered a 'farm animal'? No. Do you have a favorite radio station? Nope. I haven’t listened to the radio in yearsss. Don't you hate when your cell has no service? It’s annoying, yeah. Does listening to music while you work help you? My go-to now is ASMR. If you like vodka, do you have a favorite brand? I don’t like vodka. *barf* Or any alcohol for that matter. Do you keep a memo book / agenda? I use the notes and reminder apps on my phone. Do you have an account on Playlist.com? No. Do you or anyone you know own a yacht? Not that I know of. Have you ever accidentally butt dialed / pocket dialed someone? Back in the day. Have you heard of the phrase "Double Rainbow"? Yes. You can have some ice cream. Do you pick vanilla, chocolate or strawberry? Strawberry. Are you good at telling things about people just by their actions? Uhhh, depends? Are you normally the one who initiates a kiss? Nooo. Do you have a bikini body? I am waaaaaaaaay too self-conscious to wear a bikini. You will never see me wearing one. Is there a song in a different language that you can sing? Parts of, yeah. Is there a special place you like to go to just think? The beach. Do you feel comfortable walking down the sidewalk in a city alone? I wouldn’t be walking around alone. Have you seen the movie Public Enemies? No. Is your bedroom currently a disaster? No, it’s fine. Are you one of those people who keeps their books in mint condition? Yes. If you're listening to music, name a lyric from the song. -- Do you have a ring that you wear all the time? No. What was the most expensive thing someone bought you? My MacBooks. Is there anything you should know how to do but can't be bothered? Yeah. A lot of things. Are you a sound sleeper? No. In your opinion, which is more attractive, nice biceps or washboard abs? I like both. Do you have any currency that's not your native country's? No. Are you talking to anyone right now? Nope. Facebook chat isn't that great, agreed? I haven’t used it in awhile, but I didn’t have any issues with it before. Would you rather speak in front of a small group or a large crowd? Uh, neither please. Have you ever tried to write something humorous on a test for bonus points? No. How do you feel about bands that use pyrotechnics in live concerts? It can be cool. Is there a movie you can watch over and over and not get sick of? There’s several I’ve seen numerous times. Do you use the microwave a lot when it comes to cooking food? Yes. I’m not a cook, so if I’m making something it’s something microwavable, something simple I can put in the oven, or ramen. Everyone has a certain part of their body they don't like. What's yours? Every part. What's the latest you've stayed up in the past week? It’s almost 8AM and here we are. Sigh. How about the latest you've slept in? Noon. Do you have a favorite colored sharpie? Good ol’ black is fine. Pennies: do you think they should stop being made? *shrug* Have you ever actually played marbles? Yes. Do you know of the actor Ralph Fiennes? Not at the top of my head. Tell me, are you tired? Yes. I don’t know why I’m still awake.

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caitlyn-winchester · 3 years

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Pilot (Part 3)

Cordell Walker x daughter!reader

word count: 1,667

warnings: mention of dead parent, abandonment issues?

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It was the next morning and I got ready for school. I went toward the kitchen and saw grandma making breakfast and August sitting on the kitchen island.

"Goodmorning." I greeted my family and hopped up on a stool.

"Mornin' Y/N, eat up!" Grams said while putting some eggs and toast in front of me. I poured myself a glass of juice and started to eat my breakfast.

"Is dad almost ready to take us to school?" I asked August but he shook his head which caused me to frown a bit.

"He got a call, he had to go into work." He replied and Uncle Liam entered the kitchen while fixing his tie.

"Of course." I grumbled, "Can't even greet his kids in the morning" I sighed.

"Come on Y/N/N. We got a good morning routine going anyways." Uncle Liam reminded

"I know but I just wish he'd be here with us, you know, to parent and do family like things together." I pointed out.

"He can't just not do his job, Y/N. It has always been like this. I don't know why you're being so annoying about this now." August seethed

"Really August? You're telling me you didn't want dad to be here these past eleven months? To go through this tough time together, lean on each other like we've always done, have him by our side when we went through these life adjusting changes. You really didn't need him at all?" I asked and August was quiet. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"That's enough, Y/N." Grams chimed in. "You're dad is here now."

"No he's not!" I raged. "I don't think you understand, yes he is here in Austin but he is not here spending time with us." I ran a hand through my hair and got up from the island. "I-I'm sorry, I'm just going to walk to school today." I apologized, grabbed my backpack and left the house.

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I left school after my morning classes. Every little thing started to aggravate me, especially after this morning. I decided to go to the gazebo at Lady Bird Lake to clear my head. I just don't understand why dad wanted to jump back into work so quickly. Why couldn't he just take a second to get to know his family again. I miss him.

As I sat on the floor of the gazebo I heard a truck pull up. I turned my head to see who it was and it was dad. He climbed out of the car and we made eye contact. I turned my head away and sighed.

"Do you know who worried we've been?" he asked.

"Well you actually showed up, so this must be a super big deal for you." I quipped.

"Did you forget the part where I picked you up at the police station last night? And now you're here?" He motioned to the lake. "What are you playing at Y/N?" he demanded.

"It's not a game." I stood up from where I was sitting and faced him.

"Then tell me what the hell this is so we can end it," he began, "I'm telling you right now, we can't keep going on like this. Trying to figure out where you'll be next, scaring the crap out of everyone. I'm in the middle of a case!" he ranted.

"When aren't you?" I challenged him to cross my arms. Right his precious case that's always way more important than his family. He sighed and was left speechless for a second. I could see in his eyes he was searching for something to say.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked. "What do you want me to do? I am here and I am trying."

"Yeah," I scoffed, "when you're forced too."

"I just got back and I am trying to make this work. Be here for you, protect you and yes, do my job. I can't just do it all." he tried to reason.

"She did." I dared. "But what? You're somehow more important?" I asked.

"Of course not" he said as I started to walk away. "Y/N...Listen, stop!" he called and I turned around to face him again. "You think it sucks just having me, I know but it's not just me. You have Gramps and Grams and Liam-"

"I needed you! August and I needed you!" I shouted and I can feel tears pressing against my eyes.

"Ok well we need to find a way to have a balance because when I get a call I have to go." he stated.

"Do you?" I challenged him. "Do you just have too? You can't just call up your boss and say 'oh oops i have to actually pay attention to my kids now'. We lost mom, then you left. I-I felt like I lost you too." I choked up at the end. A tear threatened to slide down my face but I quickly wiped it and looked away from dad.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and started to walk away "How can I fix this?"

"I don't know, the only person that could have fixed anything is gone!" I exclaimed. Dad swallowed and looked at me with a half angry, half sad expression.

"Get in the truck." he commanded and I did so slamming the car door behind me.

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I heard dad and grandma talking right outside my room so I decided to stand by my door frame and listen in. They were talking about August and I and Grams basically reiterated what I said this morning about dad being in Austin but not at home with us. She also mentioned the farmhouse that could be our new home.

"You already arranged the whole thing, didn't you?" dad asked grandma.

"Well I wanted you to put your own personal touches on it first" she responded and my dad chuckled.

"Mama," dad began, "It's a tricky time for me. I-I mean there's a task force I've been recommended for. It's down south and it's really important-" dad was cut off by August walking into the room. I entered my room and slammed the door. He's probably leaving again, I can't say I'm surprised though. He always put work over family.

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It was much later when someone knocked on my door.

"Come in" I said. I sat at my desk and doodled in my sketchbook. I never really liked doing very detailed art, just basic doodles. My door opened and August entered my room.

"Dad and I are sleeping in the farmhouse. Would you like to join?" he asked me

"No thank you." I grumbled and I heard August let out a sigh.

"You're so confusing." he huffed

"What do you mean?" I asked as I concentrated on my drawing.

"You always say Dad's never here but when he actually is, you're the one that avoids him."

"Well sorry if I don't want to get attached just to have him leave again."

"He's not leaving."

"Did you not hear him earlier? He got offered another case away from us." I started tracing the same circle over and over again on my paper. I concentrated on the circle getting darker to distract me from the tears trying to escape.

"He isn't taking the job." August insisted.

"Ok so say maybe he isn't taking this job, but he will take one eventually and leave us again, just like he always does." I pressed too hard on my paper that it tore. I ripped the page out of my sketchbook and tossed it in the trash can. I sniffed and started a new page.

"You alright?" he questioned.

"Yea," I lied, "Augie just go spend time with dad. Let it be a father son thing." I forced a smile and August nodded and left the room.

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I walked up to the farmhouse holding a blanket grandma gave me to bring up to Dad and August. I know what she's actually up to. She wants dad and I to talk. I opened the door and entered the house.

"Hey." Dad greets while looking towards me. August was sleeping on my couch next to him.

"Mawline told me to bring you this, which was super subtle." I said and dad offered up a smile. He took the blanket from me and draped it over August. "I heard you earlier." I told him referring to his conversation with Mawline about his job offer down south.

"Come on" he motioned for me to sit next to him on the couch. I sat on the floor beside the couch instead. I'm trying to not get too used to him being around because there will always be that fear of him leaving us for good in the back of my mind. I bit my lip nervously, not knowing if he is going to take that job makes me anxious.

"I am not going to that job." he affirmed.

"You might feel different in the morning." I said sadly.

"I am not going to feel different about you, and being here." He vowed which made me smile a bit.

"For now." I scoffed. Sometimes I feel like I am to blame for mom's death and that's the reason dad went away.

"I'm learning. Now's all we got." he said and I took a deep breath

"Do you think I could have saved mom?" I dared to ask "I mean when I heard the gunshot, If I went back, would have I been able to save her?" Dad was silent which had me terrified.

"Y/N, I can't tell you if you could or couldn't have saved her but I think," he paused for a moment, " you did everything you were supposed to that night. You did exactly what mom told you to do, which was always our number one rule for when you went out with her. If you went back, you'd probably have died too" he informed me. I sniffed, leaning further down the floor and resting my head on the couch cushion.

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bittersweetmelxdy · 4 years

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bittersweetmelxdy’s 20th Birthday

Surprise! Today is my 20th birthday, and my present to the rest of you is an extremely self-indulgent set of headcanons for the boys (and Shaw, thank you so much @meowrain for your help) celebrating your birthday. I hope you all enjoy it (and don’t criticise me too much for Shaw, it is my first time writing him). Love you all, Hannah x

Core Four + Shaw celebrating MC’s Birthday

Victor:

At first, he was a little confused, Victor was accustomed to celebrating his birthday in true CEO fashion, with a fancy gala, a mass of people only seeking to curry favour with him and a plethora of fancy gifts.

But when you told him of the low-key birthdays you always had at home with your dad, and Victor could see the shimmer in your eyes, and he was then determined to make this birthday just as special.

You woke up on your birthday to the sound of your phone ringing, blearily you reached out to grasp it just as it stopped ringing, blinking twice to refocus your eyes, and you were surprised to see along with the many well-wishes of your co-workers and friends there were multiple missed calls from your boyfriend, Victor. Just then the phone rang again.

“Hello?”

“Dummy answer the door, breakfast is getting cold.�� Victor’s voice hazed through the phone.

“...” You looked around confused when you heard the muffled knocks on the door, “Wait, you’re outside my place?”

“Where else would I be, idiot?” Victor’s sharp words contrasted his soft affectionate tone, and you giggled as you tripped your way out of bed and ran towards the door.

Opening the door wide, you revealed you scowling boyfriend, and you threw yourself into him, hands wrapping around his neck, Victor stumbled slightly but managed to catch you whilst not dropping the container in his hand, he loosely wrapped his hands around you, patting your back slightly and pressing a kiss to your temple before whispering a “Happy Birthday” into your ear.

Once he had herded you back into the apartment, he presented you with the food inside the container, which was freshly made pancakes decorated with your favourite toppings. You clapped your hands excitedly and quickly sat down and dug in happily. Victor sat opposite you, watching you with softened eyes, and noticing his gaze you raised your fork towards him to feed him a bite, Victor shook his head good-naturedly and opened his mouth to indulge you. You alternated in feeding yourself and him until you had finished your breakfast.

Whilst you got dressed and showered, Victor cleaned up, and once you were dressed you followed him down to his car, where he drove you to his house. You chattered along the way, between answering calls and texts from family members and co-workers, and Victor simply listened.

You arrived at his house, and to your absolute surprise, Victor had decorated his house for your birthday, the decorations at time mimicked the ones you had made on Victor’s birthday, and you fingered the clumsily made paper chains, tears pricking at your eyes. Victor watched you a tad nervous, trying to mask how much he wanted you to like what he had done in terms of decoration. But when he saw how touched you were, he knocked his knuckle playfully against your temple, as you wiped the tears from your eyes, and he led you into the kitchen.

To imitate a tradition you had with your dad, Victor and you spent the rest of the day making and decorating the birthday cake, whilst Victor’s soft music accompanied the two of you (Victor is a music snob, so he wouldn’t let you have control of the music system). Amidst the serious baking and precise measurements (Victor for some reason, measured not only everything to the exact gram, but also measured the exact positions of each decoration which he checked with a ruler), you had fun sneaking tastes of the batter and the icing, and booping Victor’s nose with a dollop of icing, which to his surprise you then kissed off, relishing in the adorable hue he turned.

Once the cake was finished and you had tidied up, it was nearing dinnertime and Victor parked you at his dining room table, where he then placed his gourmet dinner in front of you, to your surprise as you hadn’t seen the dishes whilst you were in the kitchen.

Victor loved feeding you even more than you loved eating, and once he had finally given you the okay, you dug in munching the many dishes happily, your eyes upturned in joy and cheeks puffed out like a hamster. Victor ate at a steady pace, watching you and proud that you were having fun.

After clearing the table, Victor turned off the main lights, bathing the room in the golden glow of the fairy lights, and Victor then appeared with the cake, the candles flickering daintily, and his soft baritone voice sang ‘Happy Birthday’ as he approached. A couple tears escaped your eyes as you clasped your hands in front of you, closing your eyes tightly to make your wish, and after blowing out the candles, Victor wiped your wet cheeks with his thumb affectionately calling you a “crybaby”.

He cut you a slice of the cake and then spoon-fed you the piece, before offering you his hand, and confused you placed your hand in his and he kissed the back of it, pulling you up into his arms. He then hummed a soft tune and then slow danced with you and the golden glow of the twinkling lights surrounded you.

“Thank you, Victor.” you smiled up at him, “This was a perfect birthday.”

Victor pressed a kiss to your forehead, not pausing in his dancing steps, promising you sincerely, “Every birthday you have from now on, I’ll make as perfect as this one.”

Lucien

Lucien by nature was a very private person, so he had no problem at all when you asked in you could spend your birthday in private. He lived right next door so spending the day with you wasn’t going to be a problem for him, as he could just pop next door.

He simply smiled, ruffling your hair slightly, as he asked you what your favourite memories of your birthday were, and you snuggled into his side as you were lost in the tales of your memories with your late father.

When the day approached, Lucien told you he’d pick you up, take you out for breakfast and then you’d go out. Lucien had been observing your habits and he knew your favourite fruit (read: MY favourite fruit (sorry if you don’t like them)) was strawberries, and he had planned accordingly.

You woke up excited, smelling the fresh summer breeze and the observing the clear blue skies, and you knew today would be a good day. Lucien waited for you at your front door but looking at your outfit and your bare legs and arms, he made you go back inside to put sunscreen on and to grab a hat.

Throughout breakfast at a cute café you and Lucien frequented regularly, you tried to probe your boyfriend for answers of where you were going next, but Lucien smiling like a cat who got the cream as his answers danced circles around you.

When you arrived so bit your lip excitedly, grabbing Lucien’s arm tightly, eyes lighting up as you saw the sign detailing your activity for today ‘Strawberry Picking’, an activity you had told Lucien you remembered doing with your Dad once when you were very little.

You loved it! You spent most of your day toteing Lucien down each of the aisles, leaning down and parting the leaves to pick the perfect strawberries. Lucien noticing you went for strawberries that were the largest of the bunch, so he often picked strawberries of that size to give you, but to his surprise whenever he raised a strawberry to give to you, he would turn his head and you were holding a strawberry to his lips for him to taste. He let you feed him strawberries, enjoying the warmth of your actions.

When you had eaten your fill of strawberries, Lucien surprised you once again at the gift store where he bought you a punnet of white strawberries (which you cooed over and hugged him tightly in thanks).

Arriving back at your apartment building, Lucien steered you into his apartment rather than yours, and you smiled seeing the covered cake resting on the coffee table, the room covered in metallic hues of streamers and paper chains. You were led over by Lucien and once you were sat down, he retrieved a box of matches from his kitchen and proceeded to light the candles, whilst his soft rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ floated through the room.

After sharing a piece of cake between you and you settled down to cuddle with Lucien, your voice dropped to a whisper as if it would shatter the atmosphere around the two of you, “Thank you for making my birthday so special”

Lucien pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “Thank you, for filling my world with your colour.”

Kiro:

As Kiro cannot remember his own birthday, he feels it a privilege to celebrate you, and deep down he is a little envious that you had family to return to after the Black Swan experimentation when you both were kids, who could remind you of such mundane details.

Kiro was used to lavish and jam-packed hectic birthdays on his agency assigned birthday, but he loved your birthday, because although you shared the day with millions and millions of people across the world, that day was yours, and wasn’t given to you by anyone else.

Also, if celebrating your birthday in private means Kiro gets to have HIS Miss Chips all to himself for a whole 24 hours, sign him up!

However, Kiro being the extroverted ball of sunshine he is, didn’t let your wish to spend your birthday in private stop him from organising a small intimate party with your closest friends on the day before. He just wanted to see you be loved, okay?

But your actual birthday... that was all for him, he woke you up bright and early... to the sound of the fire alarm ringing in your apartment. You stumbled out of bed, thinking an intruder had gotten in and started a fire (your brain was still addled from the comic you had read last night), and the last thing you expected to see was your superstar boyfriend, wearing a party hat, standing with a sheepish expression on his face as he held a smoking pan in his hand containing a charred blob that you assumed was pancakes, judging from the bowl of leftover batter on the side.

You giggled, opening the windows to release the smoke before turning around and hip-checking him out of the way, and taking over the breakfast making, although Kiro wanted to surprise you with a perfect breakfast-in-bed, he knew that if the two of you actually wanted to EAT breakfast, he should let you help him.

After watching Kiro drown his pancakes in syrup, you joined him on the table with your stack of pancakes decorated with your favourite toppings. You both munched away, when you stopped and asked a little confused.

“Kiro, not that I don’t want you here, but how did you get into my place?” you asked and when Kiro reached into his pocket and dangled your set of spare keys in front of your face, you rolled your eyes playfully knowing he must have swiped them the last time he was in your apartment.

Once you had finished, Kiro dumped the dishes in the sink and then herded you into the bedroom, opening your closet, and rifling through your clothes and drawers, pulling out a cute and fashionable outfit that matched his, when he gave you your first surprise of the day.

Kiro pulled a white hooded jacket out of a bag he had brought with him a jacket that was identical to his albeit in a smaller size, he handed it to you and you noticed that there was stitching on the left side and in cursive it lovingly read ‘Miss Chips’ and looking up you watched as Kiro pointed to his jacket where it said ‘Sunshine’. You reached out to trace the letters, smiling with wet eyes, as you knew Kiro and you could wear the jackets whenever, and not only would your relationship still be lowkey as it was a generic jacket style, but also you both would be connected whenever you were.

Once you were dressed and Kiro pretended to be shot in the heart at the sight of you as you posed dramatically, you then took a cute couple’s picture (with you positioned with your face buried into the crook of his neck, so your identity was hidden), and Kiro led you downstairs where you climbed into his car.

When you had parked outside of the Amusement Park, Kiro fished his disguise out of his glovebox, and after you adjusted it slightly, you then stepped out. You spent the day running around, going on whichever rides took your fancy, Kiro and you taking plenty of pictures to document your time together. You also ate ALL of the overpriced park food (What Savin doesn’t know, won’t hurt him right? Right?)

As the sun began to make its descent towards the horizon, Kiro grabbed your hand and led you towards the Ferries Wheel. You and he settled in and Kiro sat opposite you, his leg bouncing as he watched you stare entranced at the changing hues of the sky. You had plenty of time to watch the sunset, as the Ferris Wheel stopped as each cabin reached the top, and Kiro soon joined you on your side of the cabin, wrapping his arms around your waist and he kissed the crown of your head.

When you reached the top, your breath hitched as a cool sensation graced your neck, you looked down to see that Kiro had placed a dainty necklace around your neck. You spun around, and threw your arms around his neck, and Kiro smiled into your hair before whispering, “Happy Birthday Miss Chips.” adding the final sentence in his mind, ‘And thank you, for being alive.’

Side note: You know he begged the mysterious chef of Souvenir *cough* Victor *cough* to make you a super sugary birthday cake, that he left in you fridge, and whatever time you reached home, you both ate cake (even if it was the early hours of the morning).

Gavin:

Gavin was Stressed, you were the and I mean THE most precious and important person in his life, and when you had put this much responsibility upon him, he was both touched... and terrified.

He was already struggling with the gift he was going to buy you, and now he had to plan your entire birthday as well, MC are you trying to kill him?! He has called everyone for help, your co-workers, your high school friends, he even suffered through a 2 HOUR phone call with Minor, which very quickly derailed from helping Gavin buy his girlfriend a gift to what Minor wanted for his birthday from Gavin (a birthday that is months away).

Sighing as he hung up the phone after Minor’s call, somehow exhausted and needing a bit of a nap, when Eli poked his head into his office at STF.

“Hey, Gavin?” Eli called.

“Yeah?” Gavin answered tiredly.

Eli came close and placed a neatly wrapped gift box atop his desk, “Can you give this to your girlfriend, I heard it’s her birthday?”

“You got her something?” Gavin glared at Eli, and in response Eli leaned in closely to Gavin, a teasing glint in his eye.

“Why you didn’t?” Eli teased, but when Gavin stood up as if to punch him, he quickly added, “Kidding.”

Gavin sighed and collapsed back into his chair kneading his brow, before Eli broached the topic, “Hey, are you struggling to get her something?” at Gavin’s tried nod Eli tapped his chin thinking before offering an honest suggestion, “If you’re having trouble with a gift, why not show her how much you mean to her instead.”

“What?”

“Well, good luck, tell me how it goes.” Eli didn’t help any further and ducked out of the office before Gavin could question him further.

The morning of your birthday, Gavin appeared brandishing the latest popular breakfast that you had mentioned a couple of days ago, and after catching you as you ran into his arms, breathing in the summery scent of your hair as you giggled, and carrying you back into your apartment before dropping you back onto your feet, and nuzzling your nose whilst saying “Happy Birthday, Love.”

After you had eaten and gotten dressed, Gavin dropped you off on Sparky, kissing your forehead in farewell, watching as you disappeared into your company building. Then he sighed, before flipping the kickstand and driving towards the supermarket.

Gavin frowned, walking down each aisle slowly, constantly checking his phone, where he had his shopping list, and making sure he picked the best ingredients. He finished, and had just packed the bags in the storage compartment on Sparky, when he realised he had forgotten to get you flowers. Cue him standing in a florist, completely red in the face as he explained to the amused florist what kind of flowers he wanted.

After leaving the store, the florist wishing him good luck and waving as he left, Gavin made his way up the staircase up to your apartment. After letting himself in, Gavin found a vase for the flowers, scrunching his brows as he read and followed the instructions, arranged them haphazardly in the vase.

After that Gavin took a deep breath, laying the ingredients out on the counter, and then he set out on the daunting task of cooking for you. Gavin had never been more stressed in his life, he didn’t cook on the regular and when you cooked together, he wasn’t anxious as he knew you were always right beside him. But now he was completely on his own (Minor had offered to come and help him, but Gavin would rather not have that extra headache on his hands).

After making dinner he then had to bake, which was honestly just as bad, the cake thankfully turned out fine, but whilst he was decorating he finished but it just didn’t look right (think the bakery AU end card from the anime). But by the time he had finished decorating with a mix of light blue and gold balloons, and a few paper chains, he heard the sound of your key turning in the lock.

You stared wide-eyed at Gavin, your eyes bouncing from decoration to decoration and finally back to your boyfriend, “Gavin?”

“...Surprise.” Gavin said, scratching the back of his neck, nervously.

“You did this for me?” your smile grew, touched.

Gavin led you to the table, pulling out your chair for you and when you were sat down, he then went to the kitchen and presented the food to you, he watched with bated breath for your verdict. Pushing down the tears pricking at your eyes, you complimented Chef Gavin, pointing out your favourites out of the dishes that he had made.

Then Gavin, after gathering the dishes and making sure you remained seated, hurried into the kitchen and then his soft tone began to sing, and you gasped, Gavin carefully carried in the clumsily decorated cake that you could see was even a tad lopsided, and the tears you had kept at bay came flooding out.

Gavin hastily placed the cake on the table and then hovered nervously around you, you reached up and cradled his face, Gavin covering your small hands with his larger ones, watching as you smiled through your tears.

“I know it’s a mess, and it’s not as well-made as-” Gavin began, but you quickly shook your head.

“It’s perfect. Perfect Gavin.” You interrupted, “You did all this for me? Why?”

“You say that you look after me because you love me...” he reaffirmed and at your nod he continued, “Well, because I love you, I wanted to show you, in the best way I know how.”

You pulled Gavin close and the two of you rested your foreheads against each other as you calmed down, before Gavin reached back into his back pocket and pulled out a box, and he then clipped a necklace around your neck. Pulling back you lifted it up, the golden gingko leaf catching the light, and the accompanying silver circle pendant, had both your birthdates engraved upon it.

“Gavin you didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to, because as you told me, the purpose of a birthday is the celebrate the person and show how much you love them.”

Gavin had to brace himself as you threw yourself at him, and for the rest of the day you two cuddled on your sofa, feeding each other bites of the birthday cake, that you could say ‘hand on heart’ was the best birthday cake you had ever tasted.

Shaw:

He teased you so much that because you were now an “old lady, you probably couldn’t handle a party anyway.”

“Shaw I’m only two years older than you!” you had pouted, pushing him as he laughed out loud.

However when you told him about the birthday you spent with your father, he froze completely, although Shaw’s relationship with his father was basically non-existent, he could see how much you treasured the memories you had with yours. So, he agreed (pretending to be reluctant) to spend your birthday with you at home.

However, that being said, he does surprisingly put a lot of thought into celebrating his birthday, after all you are his girl, and being the competitive person he is, there is no way he is going to give you a regular old birthday.

He spends months, planning it, and when he saw one of your favourite artists was holding a small-scale concert in a hole-in-the-wall bar just outside Loveland City, you can bet he stayed up all night to snag two tickets for you.

However, that doesn’t stop him from pretending he had forgotten your birthday whenever you “casually” brought it up. Your sad puppy-eyes and pout tugging at his heartstrings but he smirked inwardly knowing how much more exciting the reveal would be on your actual birthday.

“You know we’re coming into (zodiac sign) season.”

“Yeah, real interesting isn’t it?”

“...” you huffed and pouted, cheeks puffing out like a hamster.

“You know if the wind changes, you’ll be stuck with that ugly expression on your face.”

“Shaw!”

When your birthday finally arrived, you woke up sighing, answering messages on social media, a little put out that your friends from high school still remembered your birthday, but your boyfriend didn’t, when you heard a knock on the door.

To your surprise, you opened the door to reveal a smirking Shaw, who then he spun you around and herded you into the bedroom, pulling an outfit out of your closet, teasing you on your more girly and frilly articles, and then pointed at the bathroom telling you to “get dressed already” as he waited for you, he threw himself onto your bed to take a quick nap. Re-emerging, you saw him softly breathing, and you felt a little sorry for him as you knew he had just pulled an all-nighter to write his essay, so you gently woke him up, shaking him and calling in a soft tone.

Waking up Shaw couldn’t help but comment that you “took so long, I fell asleep”, and to be fair he deserved the pillow you smashed into his face.

You were surprised to see that Shaw didn’t have his skateboard with him, and not wanting to give away the surprise he smiled secretively and said you “wouldn’t need it where you were going.” Arriving at the Subway Station Shaw left you at the counter to buy breakfast, whilst he grabbed the tickets, and then he as he walked back, he noticed a couple of guys eyeing you up. As quick as lightning (see what I did there 😉 ), Shaw had an arm locked around your waist, guiding you to the right platform, glaring at the guys as he passed them, throwing in an affectionate “babe” for good measure.

You were bouncing in your seat listening carefully at each stop for the name of the stop and watching Shaw movement’s to hopefully clue you in on what was going on. Finally, Shaw helped you off the train, and it was only when you arrived in the queue you noticed the posters and it all clicked.

“Shaw, you did not.”

“What did you think we were here for, to sightsee?” Ignoring Shaw’s comment, you threw your arms around Shaw’s neck pressing a kiss to his cheek as you giggled excitedly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you called, and highs of Shaw’s cheeks pinked, as his hands rested lightly on your back.

To stroke Shaw’s ego even more, you remained starry-eyed throughout the entire concert, dancing and swaying, singing the lyrics at the top of your lungs, whilst Shaw watched you fondly and bemusedly as your dancing was still as awkward as ever, but you looked like you were having the time of your life, and he remembered what captivated him in the first place, your “weirdness” had always been endearing to him.

As you left and made your way home, you continued to chatter to Shaw the whole way, Shaw remained silent but watched each of the minute expression changes you went through. However, when you stepped out of the Subway Station, a deluge fell down, you frowned when Shaw grabbed your hand and pulled you into the rain.

“Shaw, what are you doing?” you called, shielding your eyes from the downpour.

“What I thought you loved this kind of cheesy romance?” he laughed as he led you into a dance, and you frown soon grew into a smile as Shaw danced you through the heavy downpour, soaking your clothes completely, and you looked fondly at your boyfriend, hoping for many more birthdays containing more spontaneous adventures.

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chaoticbi-cheesecake · 4 years

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Movie Nights and Pillow Forts. (Hournite)

Summary: The team has a movie night and Beth and Rick share a pillow fort.

Warning: None

Categorie: Fluff

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The week had been hectic for the new JSA, fourteen tests collectively, a fitness gram in Beth's gym class, six late assignments for Rick, and sleep deprived Courtney and Yolanda were not having any good times. And that's not even mentioning the ISA and their mysterious plans.

Pat tried to take it easy on them during training, his parental instincts telling him something was wrong.

As they walked into Pit Stop for their training session on Friday, they found the training room to be void of equipment. No half made puppets of the ISA, no punching bags or targets to aim at.

The team gave Pat a questioning look and he explained himself.

"We're gonna try something different. You guys have had a hard week and over exerting yourselves isn't helping anyone out in the long run. So you're gonna take it easy for today."

"Thanks dad," Yolanda and Rick joked.

"So what are we going to do?" Courtney questioned.

"Just some easy team building excercises. You all have to feel just as comfortable being together as you do being apart."

"We do," Beth defended brightly, but shrunk at how everyone stared at her. "at least, I do."

"Yeah, no thanks. Team building excercises? This isn't summer camp and I'm not three." Rick stated.

"Be nice, Pat's just trying to help." Beth chided.

Rick rolled his eyes but complied.

"So what did you have in mind?" Yolanda requested.

"Well, just something easy, hopefully that you'll find fun. Get you guys a little de-stressd."

"Pillow forts!" Beth exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, what?" Rick turned to her.

"Pillow Forts. I never had any friends to make pillow forts or have sleepovers with, but they always seemed super fun to make." she explained brightly, not even realizing the sadness in that statement.

Rick's heart hurt at the underlying weight of the words she didn't even realize was there. He understood what it was like to feel alone. He wanted to reach out and hold her hand but he didn't.

Courtney smiled at the girl and said, "I think that's a great idea, we could build them together as a team-"

"And Chuck could project a movie while we're inside. We could totally have a sleepover." Beth proposed.

"And where are going to get pillows to make the forts, this is a car shop not a mattress firm." Yolanda brought up.

"Pat can go home and get stuff." Courtney offered.

The team looked to Pat, the girls had pleading eyes and Rick looked plain uninterested.

"I don't see why not." Pat said.

Smiles took over the girls' faces and Courtney highfived her friends.

"Ooh, and I could get snacks from my house. Just get on comms and tell me what you guys want." Beth offered. "Of course, if you're willing to drop me off, Mr. Dugan." she said sheepishly.

"Sure, kiddo."

"Yay!"

"Okay, well, let's get going. Court, I'll tell your mom you're staying over at a friend's house, the rest of you call your parents and let them know you'll be out."

"It's fine, my parents probably won't even notice I'm gone." Yolanda grumbled bitterly.

"Same here," Beth chided. "They work at night a lot now that I'm older."

Rick stayed silent, wondering if his uncle would come home at all that night. Not that he'd bother to check on the boy.

"Okay, well be back soon," Beth smiled, grabbing her goggles our of her bag and running out the door to catch up with Pat who had already gone outside.

The three teens stood in silence for a bit before Courtney and Yolanda started looking for good spots to set up their fort.

"Don't forget comms," Courtney reminded before turning hers on.

Yolanda and Rick followed her example and were met with Beth's voice.

"Alright, we're almost at my house, what movie were you guys thinking of watching?"

"Umm, we're not really sure, what can Chuck play?" Courtney replied.

"He can do anything really, oh wait, okay, anything but badly done historical drama or science fiction. He prefers something more accurate."

"But isn't the entire point of both those genes the fact that they're dramatic and fictional?" Rick queried.

"Chuck says some stuff just goes too off the charts. It's more the inaccuracy that irks him. What about something from the 80's, that's always fun. Maybe something like The Breakfast Club, or Heathers." she proposed.

"Nah, not Heathers. That Kurt guy was a real asshole." Rick chided.

Courtney and Yolanda turned to him in confusion, surprised he knew anything about the dark teen drama.

Rick simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, we're at my house, gimme a minute while I look for my keys. Be right back." Beth said before their connection cut out.

"Kurt was an asshole?" Yolanda prodded

"What?" Rick defended. "Beth told me a bit about the movie."

Courtney snickered.

"You shouldn't say profanities around Beth. It would be a shame if her Prince Charming was a bad influence."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Rick interrogated

"Nothing," Courtney shrugged before giving Yolanda a knowing look.

"What?" Rick pushed.

The girls only shook their heads. He was about to say something else when Beth came back online.

"Hey guys, sorry, I kept dropping my keys. What do you guys feel like. There's a ton of chips. And some chocolates. Ooh, I found a huge bag of candy from Halloween. It's still closed!"

"Uh-" Courtney was interrupted.

"Popcorn is a must." Beth added before the sound of something being placed in a bag took over the coms.

"Are you just taking everything?" Yolanda asked.

"Pretty much, yeah." Beth confirmed. "And Pat shouldn't be back for another fifteen minutes so I should have time to grab some pajamas."

"Oh, that's smart. We're just going to be sleeping in our school clothes." Courtney stated.

"Actually, I have some clean gym clothes in my bag, a few shirts and a couple pairs of shorts. You can borrow some." Yolanda supplied.

"What about you, Rick?" Beth spoke.

"It's fine."

"No, come on, we're all gonna have something to wear. I'm sure I can find something, or maybe Pat can get you some clothes."

"It's okay, really."

"Nope, too late, I already have clothes for us."

"How are you so fast?" Courtney wondered aloud.

"I'm magical." Beth joked.

Rick almost said 'yes, you are.' But pushed that thought down to the furthest reaches of his soul.

"Maybe something scary?" Yolanda said.

"I'm not a huge fan of scary movies." Beth replied.

"What about a rom-com?" Courtney offered

"No way." Rick opposed.

"How about Twilight." Courtney said.

"No!" Rick and Yolanda exclaimed in unison.

"Harry Potter?"

"We don't stan JK these days." Beth expressed, earning a nod from Yolanda.

"How about a mystery movie?" Rick proposed for the first time.

"I'm unopposed." Yolanda declared.

"Me too," Courtney agreed.

"Okay, I'll if there's any mysteries Chuck reccomends. He says he likes Clue." Beth provided.

"Sounds good." Courtney replied

"Yeah, sure." Yolanda answered.

" M'kay," Rick added.

"I'll be back, I need to get the rest of my stuff."

"Rest of your stuff," Courtney began. "I thought you had everything, what else are you-"

"Bye guys!"

"-getting?"

Courtney quickly shrugged it off before guiding Yolanda to once again look for a place to set up their pillow fort.

Rick leaned against the table behind him until Pat and Beth got back a bit later.

The short girl came in wheeling a suitcase behind her.

"What do you have in there?" Yolanda was first to question.

"Food, clothes, nail polish, some toiletries, pillows, blankets. Just the basics."

"Isn't Pat already bringing blankets? That might be too many."

"We're making pillow forts, is there ever such a thing as too many blankets?"

"That's fair." Courtney input.

Pat came in, sliding a cardboard box against the floor.

"These are some covers we never unpacked and I have pillows in the car." The man announced.

"This is going to be so much fun." Beth proclaimed, opening her suitcase and pulling out five blankets. Two pillows that had been shoved inside sprung out and we're grabbed by the girl. "So, where are we making these?"

"Court and I decided we'd have a place over here," Yolanda pointed to a corner below the stairs. "And we would tie some of the blankets up and let them hang down and then we could space the sides out with the stools."

"Nice," Beth complimented. "How about you Rick?"

"Umm...I don't really know how to make a pillow fort." He stated plainly.

"Oh, that's okay, I can help you. I read up on it during the ride back."

Rick nodded his head curtly before standing up straight and allowing the girl in front of him to lead the way.

With arms crossed over his chest, the boy listened intently to Beth as she rattled on about all the different ways and places they could put up the fort. He felt strangely giddy at the amount of excitement in the girls voice.

The two settled on a spot next to Courtney and Yolanda, choosing a similar approach to the construction of the fort. Beth ran up the metal stairs and instructed Rick to toss up a blanket. She tied two of the ends around the rails of the walkway and repeated the steps until the fort had four 'walls'.

Beth ran down to Rick, who was tossing pillows inside the fort, taking an excited look at their creation.

"And for some added structure," the girl grabbed two foldable chairs from across the room, dragging them to the fort, placing them inside. She moved one back until it, and the fabric covering it, met Courtney and Yolanda's stool. She then moved the other side approximately the same distance on the side parallel.

Beth emerged from the fort all smiles. Rick embraced the slight smile that made it's way onto his face when he saw her ecstatic expression. She raised her hand to highfive him which he awkwardly returned.

Pat had sat watching the kids build their forts, happy that they were having fun, but stood when he realized it was getting dark.

"Okay, I'm gonna head home. Please, keep everything in one piece. And Court," Pat gave the blonde a pointed look, " the staff comes home with me."

"What?" Courtney, who had built her fort with the help of the staff, asked caught off guard

"Yes. I'm going home and it needs to come with me. It had to go back in its box for the night. I'm glad the two of you..." he struggled to find a word," bonded. But it needs to go back home."

"But Pat," Courtney groaned.

"No 'but pat's, it needs to go back home." he stated softly.

Courtney looked at the glowing stick that levitates next to her. She pouted, but moved her head in Pat's direction, signaling the staff to go with him.

"See you tomorrow," she told it.

"There's a mini fridge and a microwave in my office. Remember, one piece. Night kids, have fun." Pat chided as he walked out the door.

"Goodnight Mr. Dugan." Beth called.

When he drove off, the teens sat in silence before Beth spoke up.

"I'm gonna go heat up some popcorn. There's snacks in my bag and Rick, I brought some clothes for you to change into."

"Thanks." he said as she tossed a large t-shirt and pair of pajama pants in his direction.

Beth went into Pat's office to make to popcorn as Courtney and Yolanda settled into their pillow filled heaven, wrapping themselves in blankets and waiting for Beth to get the movie started.

Rick went in his fort and decided he might as well change into the clothes he was given.

He had just reached for the t-shirt when he heard the fabric pulled back.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Beth cried and turned away when she saw Rick was shirtless.

"It's, fine, what's up?" he asked masking his blush by pulling the shirt over his head.

"Um," Beth flushed. "I was just wondering if you wanted any popcorn. She said shaking the bag in her hand.

"No, I'm good, thanks though."

She simply nodded before uttering,

"Chuck's gonna start the movie soon."

"Kay."

Beth shuffled off to give the girls popcorn. Entering the tent she was greeted by Courtney and Yolanda saying, "Hey," in unison.

"I have popcorn." Beth sang.

"Ooh, yay." Courtney praised.

"Give," Yolanda said, making a grabbing motion with her hand and smiling happily.

Beth gladly complied, handing the bag over to the girls.

"I'm gonna get Chuck to start up the movie. Don't eat all the popcorn without me, I'll be right back."

The two girls nodded, grinning, and opened the popcorn.

Beth left the fort and got her goggles, placing them over her eyes.

"Ready Chuck?"

"Indeed."

"This is going to be great!"

Beth took off the goggles and pointed them at the wall across from her, gently placing the goggles on the floor as the opening credits began projecting on the wall.

She rushed back to the girls' fort and stepped inside to see Courtney trying to throw popcorn into Yolanda's mouth.

"Okay, it's on." Beth announced, loud enough for Rick to hear as well.

The girls moved closer to the opening of the fort and peeled back the opening to watch the movie.

They watched lazily, sometimes shifting to find a better way of sitting. Courtney and Yolanda carried on their own conversation as Beth painted Courtney's nails listening to the movie in the background.

As the girls waited for their nails to dry spoke to eachother lowly as to not disturb Rick next to them.

Beth lightly tapped her nails to see if they were dry and Courtney and Yolanda shared a teasing look.

"Do you think he's lonely over there?" Yolanda asked Courtney, just loud enough for Beth to hear.

"I'm sure he's fine." Courtney continued

"I don't know, maybe someone should check on him?"

The two turned to Beth with a knowing look.

"I'll do it," she offered immediately. "Yeah, it's not right for him to be all alone."

She rose from her position and stepped over pillows to leave the fort. She quietly walked over to his fort, hearing Courtney and Yolanda's quiet giggles behind her.

The front Rick's fort was a little open. Beth walked to the side and pulled the blanket back.

"Knock, knock." Beth spoke

"Hey," he greeted.

"I thought you may be lonely. Well, Court and Yolanda thought, but I wanted to see if you needed company. So I can stay. Only if you want me to of course." she rambled.

"Yeah, sure." Rick responded softly, scooting over and patting the spot next to him. She gladly entered and took her place next to him.

Her legs were crisscrossed and she twiddled her fingers, appreciating the glittery polish on her nails.

Rick turned to her, a smirk on his face.

"Thanks for making this with me," he gestured to the fort around them. "It was...surprisingly fun."

"Told you." Beth gloated, bumping her shoulder to his.

"Yeah, you did." Rick said under his breath as he gazed at her. He admired her eyes, the way the light reflected off of them. Rick inhaled sharply before taking a leap of faith.

He draped his arm across her shoulders to test the waters.

She quickly moved closer and laid her head on his chest. A wide smile graced his face, she didn't notice though, focusing all her energy to prevent the blood rushing to her face. She failed.

They stayed in that position until the movie ended.

Rick was half asleep by the time the credits finished rolling. He was snapped awake by Beth moving from her position and making a move to leave the fort.

"Where are you going?" He whispered.

"I'm gonna change then go to sleep in the girls' tent. And of course say goodnight to Chuck."

"Oh," he responded, trying not to let his disappointment peek through. "Okay. Goodnight."

"Night." she smiled and left the fort.

Rick frowned but perked up just a bit when her heard Beth's sweet voice say goodnight to the goggles. He thought it was adorable how much she cared about the AI in those goggles.

He layed back and tried to fall asleep but soon realized it was much more difficult when Beth wasn't in close proximity. He ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly and tried to build up enough courage to just ask Beth to stay with him that night.

But he quickly found he didn't have to. As if the universe heard him, he saw Beth cautiously lift up the opening of his fort.

She looked sheepish as she met his eyes.

"Courtney and Yolanda are hogging all the space inside. Would it be alright if I could, maybe, stay here. It's up to you." she questioned quickly.

Rick nodded his head as apathetically as he could, when on the inside he was absolutely thrilled.

Beth slowly stepped into their fort. Rick made note of the oversized black t-shirt she wore that fell over her light green pajama pants.

She layed down facing the opposite direction as he did, but bot could still feel the body heat radiating off the back of the other.

"You know the reason Court and Yolanda sent you over here was probably so they could have the tent all to themselves." Rick stated.

Beth thought about it for a minute before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank goodness. I was worried they were getting tired of me. Phew."

"Why would they get tired of you?"

"Everyone does at some point. Even if it's just for a little bit."

"Hey," Rick said darkly. "I'm never gonna get tired of you. Ever. Not even for a little bit. You understand?" He asked with a seriousness yet softness she didn't see often.

She nodded her head, hoping he could understand the gesture even if he wasn't looking at her.

Beth moved back until she made contact with Rick. Their backs were pressed up against eachother and they both found comfort in the warmth of the other.

Beth lay frozen, worried about if Rick was okay with the contact, but her worries were soon relieved when she felt Rick's hand reach for hers.

They interlocked their fingers, still not looking at one another, before they both fell into a peaceful sleep.

...

Rick woke up to light streaming through the covers of the fort and the sound of giggling.

He looked to the source of the noise to see Beth and Yolanda holding the blankets open.

"What?" He asked groggily.

They only giggled more.

That's when he registered the weight that covered half his body. Beth was practically on top of him, her face snuggled in his chest.

Rick's eyes widened and his system was shocked awake. He heard Courtney smack her hand over her mouth to muffled her laugh at the sight of the boy.

"Pat's going to be here in half an hour. We need to take everything down." Yolanda supplied.

Rick nodded his head tiredly and the girls walked away, letting the blankets drop behind them.

Rick gazed down at Beth, angry with himself for liking their position so much. He groaned internally as he tried figuring out how to wake Beth up.

He gently tried to move her off of him, laying her just beside him.

"Beth, you have to wake up." He tried softly, lightly shaking her shoulder.

She groaned, but complied, blinking several times.

"Pat's gonna be here soon, we have to start taking everything down."

Beth frowned.

"But it's Saturday, can't we just stay here for a few more...hours?" She proposed.

Rick chuckled softly at her question but shook his head.

"It's already light out, my uncle probably knows I'm gone." the boy grimaced.

"I wish you could just live with one of us."

"Yeah me too," he whispered.

Beth propped herself up before crawling out of their fort.

Rick followed and saw she was heading up the stairs to untie to blankets. He saw the pout on her face as she undid the knots and watched the sheets fall to the floor.

"You know, maybe we can do this again sometime?" Rick called up, smiling when he saw Beth perk up.

The team worked together to undo everything and neatly organize their pillows and blankets. They all decided to change back into their clothes from the day before, Courtney and Rick returned their borrowed clothes.

Rick helped Beth stuff everything back into her suitcase and they finished just as Pat arrived.

"Hey guys, how was your night, good I hope?" he questioned.

"We had a really great time," Courtney confirmed. "Thanks for coming up with the idea, Beth."

"No problem, I always wanted to do something like this." the girl smiled.

"You guys ready to go?" Pat asked.

"Yeah, we're all set." Yolanda said.

Beth just nodded happily.

"Help me get everything in the back." the man directed.

Once everything was done, the girls began piling into the car.

"Rick, you coming?" Courtney asked.

"Oh, nah, I'm just going to walk home."

"You sure kid," Pat verified.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Aw, okay, talk to you later Rick," Beth came over and gave him a quick hug before retreating into the car.

Pat drove off and Rick waved goodbye to the girls.

The boy turned and made his way home. As he walked, he thought of his interactions with Beth. He couldn't explain the flutter in his stomach when he saw her excited, or how naturally comfortable he felt by her side.

One thing he did know though, was that Beth made him happy. They could do anything from sitting in silence at lunch, to fighting crime, to sleeping in a pillow fort.

One thing was certain, Beth Chapel was a wonder, and Rick was all there for it.

The End.

Okay, that was my second hournite fic, i hope you liked it. I'm super lazy so i didn't edit it, so if there are any errors please let me know. I'm not sure if anyone picked up on the reference I made when Rick said Kurt Kelly was and a-hole. For those who didn't know, Cameron Gellman played Kurt Kelly in a television adaptation of Heather. I just thought it was something funny to throw in there. If you have and comments or criticisms, let me know in the comments. I sound like a YouTuber, lol. I hope everyone has a great day and if anyone has any prompts they'd like to see, let me know. That's all for today💕💕

Sincerely, Tessa.

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Clear The Area - Chapter Eight

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Warning: Language. NSFW. Unprotected sex (be careful guys)

Notes: Apologies this is a little (a lot) longer than planned, but hope you enjoy it!

CHAPTER EIGHT

Chris knew this would more than likely be the last time he would see his friends for a while. The reshoots loomed ever closer, the knot in his stomach was getting tighter, and he was growing more and more unnerved at the prospect of what was lying ahead of him. He was determined to make the most of this night as much as he physically could.

He showered and made himself vaguely presentable, ignoring the navy Chanel sweater and trousers that had arrived earlier that morning and opting instead for a plain white tee and jeans. His favourite red belt made a special appearance. He began regretting his decision to allow his management team to redecorate his pad in order to make it “friendlier on the eye” as soon as he took stock of his open lounge. They’d shifted some of the furniture around, added some fresh flowers and balloons here and there, and taken down the photograph of a family trip to Disney that used to be hanging in the entrance hallway. There was also a distinctly sweet and fragrant smell of freesias wafting through the air. It smelled like Springtime and positivity. He hated it.

Just a few “unfiltered” photographs, they said. Nothing too intrusive of stressful. Now, however, they were looking to cover up the potential fall-out from his fling with Jenny after she’d helpfully announced the day before that she was starting divorce proceedings. Matt had taken to messaging him at half-hour intervals to remind him his house needed to be bustling with as many people as possible even if he didn’t know them all personally. He needed to look carefree, he was instructed, and unbothered by whatever may be going on in somebody else’s private life because it had nothing to do with him, right? Maybe flirt a little bit. Bring out the “big guns” and the Boston “bro” personality his fans loved to see. For God’s sake, just try to look as single as possible.

People weren’t due to start arriving until 7 but it didn’t stop Chris from drinking almost as soon as he had woken up, calling on Scott and a couple of his oldest pals to come and join him for some pre-party beers.

“Woah.” said Gary, walking in closely behind Scott, carrying a crate of Budweiser. He rook one exaggerated sniff of the perfumed air surrounding him. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say we’d come to the wrong place!”

“Are we allowed to touch anything?” joked Scott, mocking him by tip-toeing in past the guys.

“Don’t ask. Just do whatever you like, please. I need it to at least feel like it’s still my home.” Chris scratched his head in disbelief. It looked more like something featured on the ‘gram of a would-be influencer than the home of a 30-something bachelor who had no time for soft furnishings and Feng Shui.

“Bro, it’s your birthday! You could at least look happy about it.”

Chris wasn’t drunk enough to muster much more than a half-smile at his brother at that point but figured a few more beers might encourage him to lighten up. He must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He was about to follow the lads into his kitchen when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. If it was Matt bugging him one more time, he swore he’d throw the phone out of the window.

Unknown 1.09pm

Happy birthday sweetie. Can’t wait to see you again x

“Who’s that?” said Scott as he emerged from the kitchen, beer in hand.

Chris just shook his head. “I have absolutely no idea.”

Gradually as the hours passed by, a steady stream of people started making their presence known. Most parties Chris threw rarely went off as originally organised but he didn’t much care. It was always implied that his downtown apartment had an open-door policy when it came to friends and family turning up unannounced. Hell, many would stay for days at a time and he wouldn’t care. If he was holding a party or a game night, people could just show up whenever they felt like it even if Chris himself wasn’t awake or ready to greet them in person.

The vibe soon started picking up and the music was louder now. Scott had made various playlists and was doing the duty of hosting people better than Chris, who had been glued to his phone on and off for most of the afternoon. More and more of his friends arrived with their partners and Chris would give them a bro-shake but pretty much leave them to it. It was...odd. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he was growing concerned that his brother wasn’t much enjoying his birthday celebrations. The table in the hallway was rife with gifts and cards, and the beer and alcohol levels were not in danger of diminishing any time soon. Chris had gone overboard on catered food but he himself had yet to touch anything. That was a danger sign, Scott thought. Last thing he needed was a drunk and melancholy actor on his hands this earlier in the evening. Thankfully, Chris perked up as soon as he saw his mom and Shanna arrive, and Scott breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hello darling. Happy birthday!” Lisa called out to him and embraced him in a typical motherly hug, all stretched arms and smiles, running her hand under his chin as he pulled away. “How is everything?”

“Yeh, all good. Thanks mom. You look great!” Chris moved in to kiss her on the cheek again before pulling back to allow Scott his turn. “Wow, Shan, I really didn’t think you could make that shade of yellow look even more grotesque but you did it!”

When she was sure Lisa couldn’t see her, Shanna flipped him the bird. Chris feigned offense before wrapping his arm tightly around her shoulders and walking her towards the lounge. “Baby sis, you can’t be mean to me on my birthday.”

“Ugh...I really can’t handle you when I don’t have a drink in my hand.”

“Then let’s fix that!”

Chris shifted past a few friends, all greeting him and patting him on the back as he and his sister moved by. Several faces he didn’t recognise so Matt would be proud of him, he thought. “So, is Sarah travelling separate to you guys?” Chris asked, finally taking one of the wrapped boxed out of his mom’s hands.

“I think so. Do you want these in the fridge or in the pantry for later?” Lisa asked indicating the cupcakes she’d been asked to pick up on the way over.

“Um, just leave them there for now, it’s fine.”

Before he got a chance to speak to his mother again, it was too late. He watched as she was grabbed by Josh and his new girlfriend and started to make her way around her son’s oldest friends, greeting them all as though she hadn’t seen them in years. Shanna reappeared next to him, rifling through the bottles of vodka until she landed on her favourite.

“Is Sarah not coming then?” Chris asked, more concerned this time than no one seemed to know exactly where she was.

“Not if you’re going to continue being a dick to her, she’s not.” Shanna turned around to Chris’s fridge and began perusing the selection of mixers. “Where’s the cranberry juice?”

“It’s inside the door.” He responded. Shanna couldn’t see for looking but finally located the carton of juice and poured a fraction of what she needed into the glass before topping it up with a very generous amount of vodka. “I was kind hoping to apologise to her in person actually. Is she still really upset? She hasn’t answered my texts.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, you were out of like, Chris. But yes, she’ll be here, I’m sure. I think she just had something to do first.”

Chris knew Shanna was hiding something from him. She was a terrible liar.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He grabbed the glass from her hands. “I am not looking after you tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Grandpa. I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” Scott reappeared alongside them, merrier than before and holding a small plate of food for Chris. “Why don’t you ‘mingle’ mingle? Your audience awaits, kind Sir.”

Just as Chris was about to protest, his phone vibrated again in his pocket.

Unknown 9.22pm

I hope you’re having a great time tonight. The party looks amazing! Can’t wait to catch up with you properly x

At some point around 10pm, Chris escaped. He retreated to his little hideout behind a tree that gave him a clear view of his property without the pressure of being spotted by anyone inside. His phone had buzzed a couple more times and he was now sure if was Jenny reaching out to him. She’d been leaving little heart emojis on some photographs that had already appeared online. He felt a little sick and just needed to get away from the crowds, now tipsier than he was, annoyingly. He took the cigarette he’d bunged from a friend and lit it, savouring the feeling. In that moment was possibly the calmest he’d felt all day.

“Who are you hiding from, birthday boy?” Chris knew it would be Scott who would find him eventually.

Chris shrugged. “No one. Just needed the air.”

“Yeh right. Mom knows you smoke by the way. No point hiding it now.” Scott took the cigarette and took a slow drag before handing it back to him. “Zach hates me smoking inside.”

“Is that why you started running?” Chris smirked.

“Running’s healthy. It’s all about balance.” Scott observed his brother for a moment. “What’s going on? You’ve been quiet all day. You’ve only had, what, three beers? That’s not like you.”

Chris shrugged unconvincingly, avoiding eye contact before his phone buzzed again. He quickly dove into his pocket to grab it but shifted uncomfortably when he saw who it was.

“Somebody’s keen.” Scott didn’t need to ask to know who it was. He could read his brother like a book. “Can’t believe she hasn’t got the message by now.” Scott continued to eye him, unsure of what was going through his head. “That’s not what’s got you down, is it? There’s nothing going on, is there?”

Chris glanced at his brother and shook his head. He knew he’d been caught out and at this point he was too tired to deny it. “I still haven’t heard from Sarah. I’ve tried apologising and it’s like she’s just ghosting me or something.”

“Stop being melodramatic. She lives with your sister. She’s not “ghosting” you, you dick.” His attempt to lighten the mood between them fell flat and he realised humour was going to be wasted on Chris this evening. “She’s got a lot on her plate right now, what with Charlotte and work and everything. Just give her a break, OK? It’s a tricky think she’s trying to navigate here.”

“I don’t know about that.” He shook his head slowly, crushing the cigarette under his shoe. “I said she was being ungrateful.”

Scott sighed. “Well, that’ll explain it. Hey, remember when Shan was a teenager and she got all those letters out of the blue?” Chris nodded at the distant memory. “I think the one thing we need to keep in mind here, with Sarah, is that she chose to reach back. She’s doing things her way and no one is forcing her. That’s gotta be a positive, right?”

Sarah felt like an idiot. She had no one to blame but herself. She couldn’t even lean on Shanna for support right now and she didn’t want to disturb Audrey at this hour if she was mid-celebration with Michael. She threw her coat on the stand and stood in the hallway of her apartment, bag swinging low. She kicked off her shoes and took off her tights to feel the coolness of the floor on the soles of her feet. It was a small comfort. The text message was still showing on her phone that was grasped in her hand as if she hadn’t been staring at it for the past three hours.

Charlotte 7.52pm

I’m so sorry. I thought I could do this. Please forgive me.

Sarah had decided to arrive at the venue a little earlier than they’d agreed to meet. She didn’t know what she was planning on doing by deciding that but she just knew she couldn’t sit around the flat any longer, her stomach was tied in knots. She hadn’t eaten much of anything that day but claimed she was saving herself for the extensive catering Chris would no doubt have laid on now that his guest list had multiplied.

She had spent some time getting ready with Shanna and Lisa but left her hair and make-up quite simple figuring she could add to it on the way to the party later on. She didn’t want to make an unfair first impression on Charlotte. She knew she didn’t want to look like she was a party girl but equally so, she didn’t want to appear to have given too much thought to what she was wearing to meet her in the first place. She wanted to remain as casual as possible which was some kind of weird irony given what was taking place.

She managed to make a relatively quiet exit as Lisa was helping zip up the back of Shanna’s jumpsuit telling them she’d be there as soon as she could. They didn’t ask her any questions. She just left and got into the cab that was waiting for her around the corner. A little under fifteen minutes later, she was outside the bar, trying to regulate her breathing. Maybe Charlotte was already inside? Maybe she had had the exact same thought and was having one for courage before they met? That thought made her laugh a little. She opened the door and gave her name to the rep who proceeded to show her to a nice booth in the far corner. Charlotte hadn’t arrived after all but Sarah had a clear eye on the door, as much good as it did her.

She poured herself another glass and wiped at the tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe she had been reduced to crying over someone she had never met. She couldn’t believe she had allowed herself to assume everything would work out despite evidence to the contrary.

Everyone was right. She was a fool.

She heard the door go but couldn’t face seeing Shanna. She swiped at her face as much as she could, trying to remove any and all hints of her crying. Shanna told her once she was jealous of how she could cry without her skin getting all red and blotchy.

She clocked the time and realised it was perhaps a little too early for her to be coming home unless Scott had shoved her into a taxi, which wouldn’t have surprised her. Loud music and a free bar were Shan’s undoing. She composed herself and waiting for Shanna to appear in the doorway, worse for wear, but everything had gone silent. Sarah got up and walked out of the kitchen, not sure what to expect but certainly not expecting to find Chris stood with his back against the foot, keys dangling between his fingers. He seemed smaller somehow.

His expression briefly turned towards guilt when he noticed she had been crying. He made a move towards her before ultimately deciding against it, preferring to remain still in her hallway. He looked awkward which was a feat in itself for someone who always seemed so...cool, she thought. It didn’t last long, though, a steeliness soon returning to his eyes.

“Hey,” said Sarah diffusing the silence. She suddenly became hyper-aware she was in the Chanel dress he’d given her to wear for his birthday party, the party she should have been at hours ago but instead chose to blow off carelessly in favour of meeting somebody who really shouldn’t have mattered. Shit, she thought. She was a terrible friend. “I’m so sorry, Chris. I really don’t know wh-”

“-You know, I could have done with seeing you there, Sarah. It’s been a fucking terrible day, I’ve had my team hounding me over this Jenny bullshit and having my friends around me would have made all the difference.”

“I just,” she wasn’t sure where to go from here. He’d become so cold in the last few moments. She wasn’t really expecting it but knew she’d pushed her luck a little too much this evening. “I had something I needed to do first, and-”

“I don’t ask for much from my family but the one thing I do expect is that they turn up when they say they’re gonna turn up. You understand me? It’s my fuckin’ birthday after all and you couldn’t even manage that.” He moved past her, ignoring the tears now burning at the corners of her eyes.

“Alright Chris, you’ve made your point.” she whispered. The room felt too small and Chris looked like he’d grown a foot out of pure frustration. She just wanted to go to bed and forget this day ever happened or at least get Chris to leave so she could feel pathetic in peace.

She could detect a faint small of tobacco coming from his breath now he was standing closer to her. “What was so important that you couldn’t make it? Must have been amazing to blow us off like that and please don’t tell me it was Greg. I didn’t think you of all people would sack family off for some fuck you’re ambivalent about at best.”

She felt like a scolded child. Actually, no, it felt worse than that. It felt like he was picking at her, trying to get some kind of reaction out of her but what that reaction was, she didn’t know. She took a breath and calmed herself. Her hands were shaking. She was pretty sure he noticed now.

“It wasn’t like that,” she said, as calmly as possible. “I’ve said I’m sorry, Chris. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, OK? Your family and friends were there and I was planning on dropping by.” She pleaded, her tone striving to be a little more even. She figured if she tried reasoning with him instead of pushing back it might allow them both to get out of this unscathed but he just scoffed.

“Dropping by? Well, gee, thank you for making me an afterthought, Sarah. I really appreciate that.”

“It’s not just you that’s had a crap night, OK?” She shouted before reigning herself in. She really didn’t want to fall out with him on top of everything else. “We all have shit to deal with. At least people turned up to see you. They care about you. They didn’t just leave you hanging around, wondering what you’d done wrong.”

Chris looked confused. He signed and placed his hands on his hips, unsure of what his next move would be. “What’s going on?”

She could feel herself tearing up again, her face getting hotter by the second. She hated crying in front of people and it invariably gave her a headache, one she’d most likely fail to overcome before bedtime. “I arranged to meet her this evening. I didn’t want to say anything to anyone until I’d seen her at least once but, um, she didn’t show.”

For once, Chris didn’t have any answers. If he had been thoughtful instead of the selfish asshole he recognised himself to be, he would have known to have shut his goddamn mouth. “Fuck, Sarah. I...I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry.” He took another step closer to her but she made no effort to react towards him. “You don’t deserve this.”

Sarah audibly scoffed. “Well, that’s a maybe. But hey, look, happy birthday! Looks like you were right all along! I’ll make sure to wrap it next time.”

“If I’d have known what you’ve been through today, I would have shut my mouth. You’re one of my best friends and I was just thinking of myself, like always.” He leaned against the doorframe and Sarah recognised how pathetic they both looked in that second.

“What kind of person do you have to be to reject someone twice?” Sarah whispered to herself more than anything. She gently banged her head against the doorframe in thought. She wasn’t looking for a response.

Silence passed between them for what felt like hours. They were good at being quiet around each other, neither feeling the need to dispel energy and not caring what the other was doing but this didn’t feel like those times before. She glanced across the doorway at him but didn’t recognise what was looking back at her so intently. He looked like he’d been suspended in motion and if it wasn’t for her tapping her foot on the wall behind her, she would have thought she had, too. Everything just seemed a little fuzzy now and there was a headache threatening her from behind her eyes.

Before she could move again, Chris had crossed what little space there was between them and went for her, his hands grabbing her face and pulling her into him. It was messy at first, their lips slightly out of line with each other and she couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe. He’d taken the breath straight from her, it felt like. The only thing she could do in that moment was to grab back at his hands that were holding her face but she didn’t feel like pulling them away. Not just yet. For the first time, she had some power over what was happening to her. She was tired of being a good person, being vulnerable for others to use whenever they felt like.

She felt his lips slowly move across hers, calmer now, while she stayed almost still in his grasp. She felt one hand leave her face and reappear on her lower back and he pulled her in to bring her closer. They must have occupied less than a square foot of space stood like this. Everything was silent apart from what Sarah assumed was her heart beating or perhaps that was his? She couldn’t separate them at this point, a perfect fit soon only disturbed by the shrill buzz from someone’s phone in their nearby vicinity.

“Fuck!” Chris whisper-shouted pulling away from her, biting his bottom lip. Sarah scrabbled around to find her bag in the hallway before signing when she saw who it was. She took a breath so as not to give the game away.

“Shan? No, it’s fine, honestly.” Chris could only hear one side of the conversation as she spoke on the phone but could instantly tell from Sarah’s inability to get a sentence out that Shanna was drunk and giving her the third degree. He wanted to grab the phone and smash it against the wall. “No, it’s no problem. Don’t worry, OK? Yes. Yes, I’ll see you in a bit. Alright. Bye, lovely.”

Sarah had turned away from Chris at this point and looked down at the phone in front of her. She pursed her lips, embarrassed that she could still feel him on her. She thought she might have been imagining things but that was definitely his hand gently touching her on her hip where he’d held her just moments ago. She turned around to face him but one look into his blue eyes and she felt like she was going to collapse on the floor. She was pretty sure he could feel her shaking but he kept his grip on her, trying to work out what she was thinking. She just shook her head slowly and in confusion at what transpired and walked out of the kitchen, down the hall to the bathroom hoping to get some privacy and some cold water on her face.

She didn’t get very far. Chris followed her and grabbed her wrist, swinging her back towards him until she crashed against him again, unsteady on her feet. There was no time to think before his lips were on hers again, harder than they were before. He had his arms around her waist and started walking her backwards towards...something, she couldn’t register what.

She briefly resisted his movements but after a few steps or so he made do with the wall next to her bedroom doorway. He pressed her hards against it, his hands now back cupping her face. She could feel how hard he had become with the way he pushed his crotch into her in an attempt to keep her still against him. She knew she didn’t want to break away again, she was tired of fighting and was ready to let it just wash over her. She grabbed at his sweater with both fists and moaned into his kiss.

She shoved him until he felt his back meet the opposite wall. The groan that left him was nothing short of filthy and something inside her snapped when she felt his hands fist in her hair while the other slipped down to grip her ass. She felt him pull up the hem of her dress, his fingers gently skimming the back of her thighs. He grabbed at her just underneath her ass and pulled her against him harder than before until they lost their balance and she ended up on top of him as he slid down the wall and hit the hard wood floor beneath them. They’d have bruises tomorrow but they didn’t care.

He desperately grabbed at the hem of her dress again, this time to feel her soft skin between her thighs. Her skin was so smooth and not to the touch, he couldn’t bear it. She felt like she was on fire. He managed to pull her panties to one side but she felt them rip as she furiously gripped at the belt on his trousers. He worked out pretty quickly what she was trying to do and took over for them both to release himself as quickly as possible. In one move he placed her where he wanted her. He heard her sharp intake of breath and looked up just in time to see the look of pleasure on her face as he entered her, perhaps harder than he had intended to but she didn’t seem to mind.

Her eyes closed. He could see the blush covering her skin and her neck and he reached out to pull her face back to him as he motioned for her to move on top of him. He filled her, thrusting into her as much as he could from this angle and briefly regretted not keeping them up against the wall. He knew it would be over in a matter of seconds at this rate. They were both struggling to feel something. Make something of this godawful day.

He couldn’t take his eyes off the way she was moving. He felt her wavering slightly as he quickly approached his own release, her eyes open now and looking down at him. Their staggered breaths were the only sound filling the space. He was so close and he knew she would be too but he couldn’t ignore the look of fear growing apparent on her face. The glazed look in his eyes felt like electricity coursing through her veins. She didn’t know it could feel as exciting as it did to be encouraged along by him like this, his hands firm on her hips, gliding her up and down, keeping him firmly inside her. She had to look away and she began to move faster, slightly out of rhythm now, scraping her knees against the floor on either side of him, pain that only served to heighten the pleasure.

She could feel him throbbing inside her as his legs began to shake and his breathing quickened. The sound of them both hitting the floor over and over again only served to push her on even more against her better judgement. It was too late to stop now. They would just have to deal with the consequences another time.

He tried to hold off from his own orgasm for as long as possible. He wanted more than anything to see her hit her peak as he held her hips tighter and moved her so she could take him harder. One of her hands pushed back against the wall behind him in order to find purchase and it was this move that ultimately caused them both to hit the point of no return.

He didn’t know who came first but it didn’t matter. After a few moments, their breathing started to even out, their skin showing that unmistakable sheen of sweat that only sex could give. Without thinking, he wrapped one arm around her waist and stroked the strands of hair out of her face. He wanted her to look at him as she continued to get her breathing under control but her eyes were too tightly shut. He look scuffed up from their actions and his pupils were blown wide open. She couldn’t even imagine the state she was in. If he could have found a little strength to speak in that moment, he would have told her she was more beautiful than he’d ever seen her look before. Perhaps wisely, he decided to save that for another time.

Oh fuck.

Sarah’s brain went into overdrive as she gradually came back to reality. Chris was trying to figure out what was going through her mind as he felt her slip off him and shuffle herself to the side, pulling the hem of her dress down in a rather redundant effort to protect her modesty. Her underwear was left wrapped around one ankle as she tried to move onto her knees to stand up. She wiped at her mouth with the side of her hand and in that moment, he thought she might start crying again.

“Fuck.” She rubbed her face with her hands. He didn’t think she meant for him to hear that. It was the last thing he thought he would hear her say. He made a grab for her hand but she avoided his grasp as she stood and, on shaky legs, walked back into the kitchen leaving him ruined on the floor against the wall, shaken in more ways than one.

She couldn’t register her surrounding. She felt like she was about to throw up. How could this have happened? How could she be so stupid?

She held herself as she contemplated all the things she would need to say to him to try and make this better. No words made sense in her mind and those that did, she could barely string together to form coherent sentences. She heard Chris enter the room behind her but he stopped just inside of the doorway seemingly as unable to speak as much as she was. This was bad, she thought. So fucking bad. She felt embarrassed when she eventually clocked his messed-up hair. He looked dazed by the whole thing. No doubt his back would be bearing the brunt of their heavy mistake.

she finally reached his eyes and was met with a shy smile and a look she didn’t quite recognise. Was it pity? Concern? Regret? All of the above most probably, she couldn’t quite tell.

“Sarah,” he whispered, swallowing. “I’m....” He took a couple of steps forwards, holding his hand out to reach her, offering what he thought would be some kind of solace.

“I think you need to get back to your party,” She said calmly, deflecting the situation, tears forming in her eyes.

“Sarah, please, I don’t want...”

“People are going to be wondered where you are, Chris. You should go.”

Chris tried to focus on her face in an attempt to find something there other than the shame she was failing to hide. He wished he could get to her but the space she was putting between them felt wider than the kitchen they were stuck in. Resigned, he bowed his head slowly and turned to leave half expecting, or possibly wanting, her to stop him.

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Milk & Eggs - Seven

Farmer!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1672

Summary: Small Town /Farmer Bucky AU // Reader leaves the city to go live with her grandma. She meets an attractive farmer and, no, they don’t hit it off.

Warnings: usual angst, use of alcohol, silly fluff maybe...

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Bucky noticed you right away, eyes narrowing slightly when he spotted you giggling with Brad. He headed straight to the bar, bartender sending him a beer before he even asked. He pulled himself onto a bar stool and pulled out his phone, scrolling through it as he sipped his beer.

“Brad. That’s Bucky.” You had already told Brad everything there was to tell about Bucky.

“Invite him over here,” he suggested.

You make a face. “Ugh, no. He can’t even talk to me. You know you… you should pretend to be my boyfriend.” Maybe you felt a little bitter.

“That’s a terrible idea. If you were sober, you wouldn’t like it,” Brad shook his head. You pouted up at him. “No way, Y/N. I am a terrible actor.”

“Ugh. I would pretend to be your girlfriend if there… was a girl you wanted to avoid talkin’ to.”

He laughed at your word slurring and your extremely flawed logic, “That isn’t what's happening here. You aren’t trying to avoid him- you like him. And you wanting to be manipulative is just as bad as him being a coward about his feelings.”

You give him giant eye roll. “That’s doesn't even make sense.”

“Right, Y/N. If you say so. Want another drink?”

“Now, THAT makes sense! Yes, please.” You bat your eyes at him and he laughs as he walks away. He stands at the bar right next to Bucky.

Is he-- he is talking to Bucky!

You scowl as they shake hands and both look ever at you. Brad winks and Bucky gives you a small smile. When Brad comes back with your drinks, Bucky follows. It all happens very fast.

“Hey,” He grins at you and scoots into the booth next to you.

“Hello. Bucky.” You give him a half smile and give Brad a glare.

“The horses really loved the fruit you sent them,” he offered, wringing his hands together. “And my bear claws were amazing. As usual.”

“Well, that’s good…”

But it really wasn’t so bad as it turned out. Brad got the conversation going and soon you were all laughing and talking about the stupidest things you’d done under the influence of alcohol. Your story about making obnoxious bird noises through the city streets after a victorious Seahawks game made both Brad and Bucky roar with laughter.

You liked hearing Bucky’s laugh and couldn’t help but stare when he threw his head back. You just couldn’t help it. You could smell his hair. Smelled manly. Your phone buzzed.

Brad: you're staring

You straighten up and blush deeply. You glance over to see Bucky fiddling with a coaster, saying something to Brad about the military. He must’ve not noticed your ogling.

“Anyone up for a game of pool?” Brad offered. You all agreed, picking up your drinks and moving to the pool table. The game begins and you quickly realize that drunk luck does not apply to you when playing pool. Brad’s phone rings and he excuses himself, while Bucky snickers at your lack of form and skill.

“Slick, can I show you how?”

“Please do,” you wave your hand over the pool table. You assumed he was going to show you how on his side of the table. Instead, he walks over and stands behind you. “Oh. Oh. You’re showing me like this.”

“Hold it here. Keep your elbow sharp, there ya go.” His chest was pressed on your back, hands on your hands showing them how to move. His voice is low and soft, just beside your ear. “Spread your leg--uh feet a lil’ wider.” You snicker and he clears his throat. “‘Kay, line up your shot.” You do as he says. “Good. Now, call it and shoot.” You hit the cue ball and you miss, by a lot.

You stand up and turn to face him. “You are a terrible teacher.”

He chuckles, “It takes practice. Let’s try again.” You snort, but turn back around and assume the position from before. He leans back down. You smell his cologne. His hands move slowly over your forearms to your hands and you shiver. “Cold?”

“No. But I am still mad at you for the other day.”

He freezes and starts to pull away. “Oh, well I’ll leave if--”

“Nope. Not until you help me win at pool.” Bucky chuckles, but doesn’t move.

This time you make the shot. “Oh! I did it!” You turn around and hug his neck without thinking. He hesitates for half a second before hugging you back, arms wrapped securely around you. You pulled away first, full on blushing.

“Good for you, slick.” His hands were still resting lightly on your hips and he was looking at your lips. Words weren't forming in your head and you weren’t sure if it was because of Bucky or the booze. You really wanted to kiss him again. You really didn’t want his hands to leave your body. You ignored the little voice that was reminding you that you were still mad at him for running away. “Look about the other day… I—”

“Sorry guys, that was Aaron. He says hi and send his love.” You and Bucky all but jump apart at the sound of Brad’s return. He smirks at you. “You guys having fun?”

Bucky clears his throat. “Yeah. But it’s getting late and uh--”

“Cows don’t milk themselves,” you purse your lips as you glare up at him.

“They do not. I’ll see you around, Y/N. It was great to meet you, man.” He nodded at you and shook Brad’s hand before he paid his tab and left.

“I swear, I need to change my name to Brad the Matchmaker,” Brad tossed you your jacket. “You guys looked quite cozy.”

Tuesday night, Grams made a huge home cooked meal for the three of you. Brad stays until Wednesday around lunch time. You had such a great time with Brad in town, it was hard to say goodbye. He told you to not to give up on Bucky, be his friend first. He promised he’d come back soon and bring Aaron along.

You had just sent Brad on his way when Bucky pulled up in his blue truck.

“Hey, Bucky. You just missed Brad leaving.”

“Too bad. He was a nice guy. How you doin’ today, slick?” He hopped out of the truck with a smile on his face.

You decided to take Brad’s advice and give Bucky a second chance, technically third. “Pretty good. You coming in for coffee?”

His smile grew. “Maybe I am. Oh, I brought back the thermos.” He holds the door open for you before handing you a clean thermos. “Hey Sue! Good to see you.”

Grams came around the counter and hugged him, thanking him profusely again for “saving” you. He just chuckled. “Kids, I need to go pick up some things from the market. Y/N, go ahead and close down the shop, it’s been slow today. Good to see you James.”

The two of you chatted as he sipped his coffee and you closed the store down. In a town this small, everyone knew everyone, so if someone were to come by and need, say, a bear claw, they could just call you or Grams and you’d open the store back up for them. Small town perks.

“Looks like my afternoon just freed up,” you sighed.

Bucky raised his eyebrows. “Looks like it. Whatcha have in mind to do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe go to town,” you shrug.

He sips his coffee some more and fiddles with the handle of the mug. “How are ya in the saddle?”

You blink a couple times as you feel red creep up your neck. There was no way he was insinuating what that sounded like…

“Would you be interested in going horseback riding? I need to get the new horse used to having someone on her back.”

Relief washed over you and you thought your legs were going to give way. “Oh. Oh! Yeah that sounds fun!” You turned quickly to take of your apron so that he wouldn’t see your blush.

Bucky clapped his hands together. “All right then, slick. Go put some shoes on that you don’t mind getting dirty and we’ll head out.”

The two of you shuffle out, you lock the shop door and you sprint upstairs. You shoot Grams a quick text letting her know where you’re running off to. Bucky’s sat on the tailgate of his truck waiting for you when you get back down stairs. He opens the door for you and you climb into his immaculately clean truck. He pulls off and the radio plays the local country station.

“Ew. I hate country music.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Of course you do.” He turns it up.

When you got to his house, he led you to the barn. “Oh, I brought them some carrots.” You pull the carrots out of your bag feeding them to the gentle giants as Bucky saddles them. “Such sweeties,” you coo.

“In addition to practice, that horse needs a name,” he mumbled. “You ready to ride?” You nod enthusiastically, biting the inside of your cheek to stifle the other meaning of his sentence. He motions for you to come over to the new horse. He looks at you expectantly. “Well. Climb on up.” You look at him, confused.

“I need a stool.”

The six foot plus man looked down at you, amused. “Do I look like I have a stool? Here, I’ll help you.” He gave you little warning as he grabbed your waist and hoisted you up as if you were nothing. “Swing your leg over, slick.”

You obeyed, huffing once you were settled. “Coulda gave me a warning, Bucky, jeez.”

He laughed, leading your horse with you on it and Cap to the pasture. Once everyone was through the gate, he pulled himself onto Cap effortlessly. He clicked his tongue and both horses started walking, side by side.

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talesofafangirlwithadvr · 4 years

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February Picks

And just like that another month is coming to a close. I can’t believe how fast it has gone by. I’ve continued watching some favorites from last month and am sad some have come to an end. Meanwhile a bunch of shows came back from their winter hiatus, so it was a lot of fun getting back into their story-lines again.

Be prepared for spoilers once again...

SANDITON

Masterpiece’s Sanditon ended this past Sunday, here in the states, and I am jumping on the campaign that we need a season 2! It can’t end like that with so many open ended story-lines (okay maybe just one or two, but still we deserve more).

Who would have guessed that Esther would become one of my favorite characters in this series and that’s mainly thanks to her well written character development. From the “villain” in episode 1 she grew into so much more and was such a complex character. I really enjoyed watching her story unfold. I am SO HAPPY she married Babington and his speech to her about living side by side, knowing he loves her more and just wants to see her happy. Wow....Goals. I want to see this relationship progress even more (if that’s possible) with a season 2. Speaking of things I want to see: Will Sanditon be rebuilt and how long will it take? Will there be an alternative allowing Sidney to be with Charlotte? Major twist there as their relationship doesn’t end with a happily ever after (very un-Austen like for the main protagonists). When he returned at the end stopping Charlotte’s carriage, I seriously thought he would have said he broke up his engagement, but alas. The previous episode I really wanted them together (thanks to Sidney’s speech to Charlotte when he told her his ex-fiance left and how Charlotte makes him a better person *melts* and of course their dancing scene the episode prior was amazing). In the early parts of the season, while I knew Charlotte and Sidney would be a thing-eventually, I couldn’t help but have a soft spot for Young Stringer’s character and my appreciation never truly left. I felt he was paired well with Charlotte. Such a tragic ending for him. He wanted to better himself (much like the Parker brothers) but after his father’s death he no longer will. Throughout the series, I enjoyed Miss Lambe’s character, but I agree with many reviews that I was reading that her character was kind of dropped at the end. I’m curious what her reaction will be when she finds out about SIdney’s engagement...

Thank you again, Andrew Davies. I was not expecting to like this adaptation so much.

ZOEY’S EXTRAORDINARY PLAYLIST

The best way to describe one of NBC’s latest shows is that I feel happy and in a good mood whenever I finish an episode. (And then I’m immediately upset that I have to wait a week for the next one. I watch them too fast.) I’ve heard many people compare it to Glee and while I could definitely understand that I keep getting drawn back to Abc’s short lived Eli Stone. There Eli (played by Jonny Lee Miller) could hear people around him sing and dance, which helped him solve upcoming law cases. In this show he was experiencing a brain tumor, but so far Zoey seems all clear. Instead, a freak accident while she is getting an MRI scan and listening to music, allows for her to hear people sing (and perform) their innermost feelings. There’s still some logistics to discover like what Zoey looks like when she watches these performances (does she move around or look like she’s just staring into the air. I might be thinking into this too much...I know). We just recently found out that sometimes she can speak to others as they are happening. Each time she hears someone sing she is meant to help them with something in their life. It could be a family member, co worker, friend, or like this past week her boss. While there’s one major problem (that she has to fix), there are often multiple songs in one episode which I really enjoy. The cast is also very strong, both musically and as actors. I can’t wait to see where the rest of the season is headed!

TO ALL THE BOYS P.S. I STILL LOVE YOU

When the first film was released on Netflix about 2 years ago, I was instantly a fan. I was unfamiliar with the book, but quickly added to my TBR list. (My to read list is extremely long, so I still haven’t gotten to it. Story of my life.) I really enjoyed watching Lara Jean experience the results of having her secretive love letters distributed to her past crushes. I was definitely Team Peter and Lara by the end of the film. They were adorable. The sequel was released earlier this month and I kind of forgot about it. It felt like we had been preparing for the sequel for a bit and then I must have been watching too much Disney Plus to miss the trailer. Watching P.S. I still love you, I just missed the original film. There were parts I liked and I was a big fan of John Ambrose (and of course Jordan Fisher because he’s great), but overall I felt like much didn’t happen. Also, Lara and Peter’s relationship kind of bothered me in parts. I understand that for both of them this was the first time they were in this kind of relationship and could feel awkward about certain things (like the Valentine’s singing-gram or writing an original poem). The main part I did like about them was towards the end when he arrived at the retirement home. I don’t say this often, but I have no want to re-watch it any time soon.

VIOLETTA SEASON 1

Speaking of Disney Plus....

In a quick month and a half I have successfully watched ALL 80 episodes of season 1 of Violetta. I feel so accomplished and know the withdrawal will happen very soon. (I just finished last night and I’ve been listening to the music a lot recently). I’m so upset that season 2 has not be released on Disney Plus yet. I thought it would be by now because the streaming service has been up for a good amount of months and this show was so popular around the world. Unfortunately, I have not been lucky with my Google searches for when they’ll release it and no luck with YouTube either (no English caption options). I’ve been hearing that season 2 is really great because season 1 did a nice job of establishing these characters and now we get to see more story-lines. I will miss the students and teachers at the Studio as well the home-life at the Castillo’s house. Throughout 80 episodes it’s understandable to love and hate several characters as you’re with them for a good amount of time. For some people it was a roller coaster, but there were a good amount that I liked pretty consistently. I am a fan of Violetta and Leon and they had some super cute moments. I think it was about episode 35 where I truly felt like connection. When Tomas left the love triangle for a bit I actually grew to like him and would often joke how he never smiled and had a Tomas face. I really liked You Mix and the introduction of Frederico. Some great songs came out of that section like Ven y Canta and Tienes el Talento, but my favorite is definitely Ser Mejor. And of course, I will always have love for Pablo. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m going to miss reading subtitles (I really do feel like I know more Spanish now). Definitely check out this show if you want something drama filled and funny at the same time.

LEGACIES

I know I dedicated a whole post to Chris Wood’s return as Kai Parker on Legacies. (See the article here:https://talesofafangirlwithadvr.tumblr.com/post/190761328673/omg-legacies-2x12) But I still had to include it in this wrap up because once again Legacies is doing a great job this season. I was so excited to see it when it came back from the mid-season hiatus. Since the return of Wood it has gotten more of a TVD vibe than usual, which is great. I haven’t watched the last episode, but have seen a clip of Kai masquerading at the school. I am going to be very interested to see for how long he hangs around and how long it takes for them to discover him AND how Josie handles the evil inside of her.

BROOKLYN NINE NINE

Thank goodness this show got renewed (and picked up from NBC). When it started a couple of weeks ago, I was reminded how much I missed it. I can’t get over that this is already the second season on NBC. As usual the hi-jinks of the Nine Nine have been entertaining to watch. The Jimmy Jab games were great. I loved how Hitchcock was so desperate to win that he was taking Scully’s array of pills. What an ending with Debbie! Did not think she could be capable of that. I can’t wait to see the outcome next episode. I’m so excited for a Santiago-Peralta baby. It was a great episode when they were hiding it from Charles and Adrian returned. I’ve seen the movie Memento and it is great! It was hilarious each time he was like, ‘I don’t know what that is’ and then saying ‘Finding Dory’ solved everything. I am so happy that this show was suggested for me to watch and fill my Office and Parks and Rec void. Whenever a new episode’s on the DVR I can’t wait to watch it.

LEGENDS OF TOMORROW

And last, but certainly not least, DC’s Legends of Tomorrow has once again not disappointed me this season (I know it’s still early, but I’m optimistic). It started at the end of January following the events of Crisis and I liked how this season transitioned with all the changes (the major one being the introduction of Zari’s brother). I am really happy to see her again though and how she is having these flashes of her old life on board the Wave-rider. I can’t wait to see that reveal happen (especially because as of right now only Nate knows the ‘truth’). I love seeing Ava as a permanent part of the Legends crew and as stepping in as Captain when Sara was away. She is a great addition and I like how quirky she is since we first met her. Her and Sara are perfect. I also love Ray and Nora. Nora as a fairy godmother is fantastic. One of my favorite episodes was the one with the 80s dance. Her role in all of that was great and her realization with what she can provide for these kids. I feel like this is going to be the reason Ray leaves the Legends. I remember seeing Brandon Routh’s Instagram Post about leaving the show and this feels like the reason he will. I hope that isn’t for a while though because I am going to miss him a lot.

Until March!

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Fall into Midnight: Chapter Three

A Liam Fanfic, K Rating (suitable for most ages)

Sometimes to move on, you need to go back in the past to get some perspective for your future.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 |

+NOTES+

I have no idea how many chapters there will be in it. I’ll see how it goes.

I started this a while ago and it got re-written so many times so I hope it still makes some sense.

This fic will mostly have romance and a bit of drama and some smut at some point.

I’m always open to suggestions or comments so feel free to leave some.

There will always be a lot of grammatical errors. I apologize for those.

Chapter Three

She stood in front of him silent. He didn’t know what she was thinking right then. Did she not expect him to ask the question knowing damn well that he had been one of these guys? Did she think he had forgotten about it?

Back then, he had never imagined he would get to hook up with a girl like her, but he was just in-between girlfriends and she was single, there was a party and he took his chance and she let him. The next day, they both acted like it was nothing. He never bragged about it to his friend though he often wanted to when they teased him about being inexperienced. To this day, no one knows the truth; that she was his first time.

“I never thought you were a possibility Liam.” She finally answered. “I mean, it’s not like I slept with tons of guys beside Adam, but you were the first one of them, so it felt like the timeline didn’t work for the baby to be yours.”

“Are you saying that so you don’t feel guilty for not telling me or any of these guys?” He asked her. “I mean, let’s be honest here, I don’t know how I would have reacted back then if you had hit me with that news, but I would have wanted to know.”

“No, I’m telling you what I thought back then and I still believe today. Look, aside from Adam, you were the only decent guy I ever hooked up with at that time. If I would have thought for a second there was a possibility that Grace was yours, I would have told you.” She exclaimed.

And he could see it in her eyes how she believed her own words, but the problem was that even if she believed them to be true; they might not have been the reality. He might have fathered a daughter back then and he needed to know. Whether or not he was the father, he just wanted to be sure.

“Rosalie, if I asked you right now to let me take a paternity test to know once in for all, would you let me do it?”

“If it’s what you need, yes.” She sighed. “But you won’t find the answer you think you’ll find. I stand by what I tell you.”

“Unfortunately, your words mean nothing at this point.” He stated.

She didn’t add anything and perhaps it was best. She quickly left after that and he still stood in the middle of the living room feeling like his evening had been nothing like he expected it to be. He began to think that if he had asked the question earlier like he had wanted to, the night would have been cut off much earlier. A part of him was happy that he didn’t because besides that major news, he had enjoyed her company and their random talk.

The only problem now was going to be to get at the bottom of their problem; he needed to know for sure. He still didn’t know what would happen after if the test was to say that he was indeed the father. Because it wasn’t only the question of was he going to get involved or not; the situation itself was complicated since Grace didn’t know any other father than Adam. How can you explain to a child that?

These questions weren’t going to be answered tonight and he needed to clear his head so he headed to bed. Tomorrow he would need to talk to Rosalie even if she ended not wanting to; they needed to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible.

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The next morning, he headed to his neighbour’s house as he promised he would. She was opening up her door when she noticed him, a big smile on her face. Mrs. Parker either didn’t know about what went down the previous night with her granddaughter or she had a great poker face.

“Good morning, Liam! I’m happy to see you are looking a bit better than yesterday.” She told him and it surprised him.

He actually felt crappier because last night kept replaying on his mind and he couldn’t stop thinking about Rosalie which made it harder for him to fall asleep. He even checked online how these paternity tests worked hoping to find a way to do it without Grace being told why she was being tested. It was nearly 5am when he finally fell asleep. He had forced himself out of bed because of his promise to her grandma to help with the garden and he always tried to keep his promise, but his bed was still calling him.

“Thanks. What do need from me this morning?” He asked her.

“Well, Rose has been up early this morning and she’s nearly done with the garden.” She answered him. “Unless you would like to come with us to the Farmer’s market, we could always use a strong man.”

He didn’t really like the idea of being in a crowded place at the moment, but he saw the hopeful look in her eyes so he agreed to go with them.

“That’s wonderful. I’ll just grab my purse. Can you go and tell Rose that we’re going to be leaving soon?” She exclaimed and he nodded.

As she went back inside to grab her purse, he walked towards the backyard where he could now see Rosalie working on the garden. He didn’t know much about gardening so he couldn’t tell whether or not she was close to be done.

“How are you feeling this morning?” He asked her as he arrived next to her.

“Not at my best.” She sighed getting up. “You?”

“Kind of numb.” He answered honestly. “Your grandma sent me to get you so we can go to the Farmer’s market.”

“You really don’t have to come with us you know.” She quickly said getting up. “I mean, I can handle all the carrying and y-”

He grabbed her hand and cut her mid-sentence; “Don’t do this. Don’t avoid me because of what happened last night.”

“Li-... I haven’t wrapped my head around what we said last night.” She exclaimed. “I’m still trying to deal with a lot of stuff right now and as much as I understand your demand, I just can’t deal with this too right this moment.”

He then grabbed both of her hands in his. He wanted to tell her that he wished the night ended differently. He meant every word he said, but he came to the conclusion that she had done what any seventeen years old pregnant girl would do and that would be to take the easiest path. He understood it, but that didn’t mean he was no longer angry with her not even telling him or any of the other guys about it.

“I can understand that, but can we for a few hours just be two friends helping out your grandmother picking up whatever she intends to get there? If I succeeded to enjoy the randomness of our conversation last night when all I wanted was to go back to the subject that shall-not-be-named, I think we can handle a few hours in each other’s presence without making it too awkward.” He told her.

She offered him her first smile and nodded. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he wanted to believe that they could still be friends while dealing with the situation.

“I-I’m just going to clean up.” She finally spoke and he let go of her hands.

He watched her go inside and he took a deep breath. Yesterday he was only thinking about his cancelled wedding and now all he could think about was the possibility that he might have a child. He exchanged a problem for another problem it seemed.

“I didn’t mean that kind of distraction when I asked for one.” He said to himself.

“Ahhh but you asked for one.” He heard from besides him.

He jumped slightly as Mrs. Parker appeared to his side. She linked her arm to his and went on.

“I don’t know what is going on between you and Rose. That stubborn granddaughter of mine won’t speak of it, but I can tell that it pretty much shook her up.” She said to him. “Just promise me you’ll be careful with her.”

“Nothing is going on between me and Rosalie.” He assured her. “We are friends.”

At least, it’s the closest that he can describe their relationship for now.

“Perhaps, but I can tell that something happened. Even if it was not of the romantic kind, it was enough to shake her up. Last time I saw her like this was when her wretch of ex-husband decided to leave her and the kids.” She argued. “So I’m begging you to be careful with her. She’d hate me for babying her, but I know she’s trying to look strong, but she’s starting to break inside.”

He felt like he had just been hit in the stomach at her words. He knew of course that this divorce was hard on her, but hearing this just reminded him just how much their problem was probably the last item on the list of things she will handle or be willing to handle.

“I promise I’ll be careful with her, Mrs. Parker.” He promised the old lady who gave small pats on his hand.

“Now, let’s go to this farmer’s market.”

Rosalie joined them not long after and they all got into her car ready to head to the market. When they arrived, there was already a huge crowd of people and he suddenly felt uneasy knowing he might get recognized.

“Liam, why don’t you keep my grams company?” Rosalie said as she parked the car. “You don’t need to be seen with a girl days after your wedding has been cancelled. Like this, if you do get recognized, they’ll think you’re just being a nice guy.”

“Or think that he’s into much older women now.” Mrs. Parker laughed. “You know he’s just as charming as your grandpa was.”

“Well, don’t flirt too much with Liam.” Rosalie chuckled. “You’d be taking advantage of him in his state.”

“I’m still here you know.” He reminded them as they both laugh even more.

“Okay, let’s go then.”

The three of them exited the car and Liam offered his assistance to eldest of the Parker’s and while Rosalie took off to left; he followed his neighbour to the right. She seemed to know everyone and stopped at every stand to talk. He simply stood next to her and held whatever she handed him while she spoke about anything and everything. He figured that it was actually the reason why Rosalie insisted that he accompanied her. He didn’t really mind thought because it was a nice change to not have the attention on him. If people recognized him, no one said a word.

They were there for about two hours when Mrs. Parker finally felt tired and wished to return home. They walked slowly back to the car where Rosalie was already waiting for them. After helping the older woman to sit, he turned to Rosalie with a knowing smile.

“You knew what she did when she came here. You set me up.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She smirked before getting into the car at her turn.

He chuckled to himself and got in. The ride back was pretty much Mrs. Parker telling Rosalie all the new gossip she learned. Once they got back to their house, he helped them get everything inside and Mrs. Parker insisted that he stayed for lunch.

“Now you two go in the living room or outside while I cook.” She ordered. “And no, I don’t need help Rose. I’m quite capable of cooking on my own.”

Rosalie hadn’t said a word, but her grandma knew her well enough it seemed to know she would argue. He followed her outside and watched as she sat on one of the patio chairs. For a while, both of them were quiet just staring in front of them as if there was something fascinating to watch.

“It’s hard to find a subject to talk about, right?” She finally spoke.

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He replied honestly. “I know you asked for some time, but I also think that getting it out of the way would also improve our friendship you know.”

“Not here. My grams doesn’t know and I do not need her to butt in and tell me what she believes I should do.”

“Because she would agree with me?” He asked her.

“She probably would and Liam, I know your demand is legit, but it’s hard to do such a demand when your kid is at an age to understand what’s happening.” She answered.

“Okay, how about this. You come have dinner with me at my place and we can talk about it? Like this, we are out of earshot from your grandma and we could try to come up with a solution to this problem. I don’t want to make things awkward with your daughter too. I’m sure there are some solutions we can do that wouldn’t clue her in.”

She didn’t say anything, but finally nodded. He could tell that it wasn’t going to be an easy conversation to have, but they needed to have it even if she wasn’t ready to do the testing in the following weeks. They needed to check out their options about this.

+++

Liam was just done with the cooking when he heard the knock. He quickly wiped his hands and went to open the door. Rosalie held a bottle of wine in her hands and handed it to him before Watson attacked her demanding attention and cuddles.

“You’re cooking. I thought that I would at least bring the wine.”

“Thanks. Come on in. I hope fettuccini alfredo is good with you because honestly, I didn’t really know what to do.” He told her as he gave her space to enter the house bringing his dog back inside.

“Sounds good.” She smiled. “It actually smells really good too.”

He went into the kitchen and opened the bottle she brought before pouring them each a glass.

“Anything I can do to help?” She offered.

“No, just sit. I’ll just get the bread out of the oven and everything will be ready.”

As she sat down, he could feel her eyes on him as he got the garlic bread out and put it on a plate. He cut it in pieces before putting it on the table. He quickly served them and finally sat down in front of her. It was still awkward trying to do a casual conversation when they both knew the reason why she was really there, but he didn’t want to rush it either; mostly because he felt that the evening would be cut short once they got on the subject and it was something he didn’t want.

After an hour or so of stuffing themselves, they migrated to the living room with their drinks and sat in the exact same positions they had the previous night. There were no more delays; the time had come to talk about it. He knew he should be the one starting it since he was the one pushing for this, but he was trying to select his words carefully. He didn’t want to bring her defenses up.

“Look, I’ve looked online since I couldn’t really sleep last night. We don’t even have to go to a doctor for it. You can do it from home and you send the swabs afterwards. I mean, we could tell her it’s for a project. We could even get Cora to do it so it doesn’t look too strange or something.” He told her. “I think it would probably make Grace less suspicious about why we are doing it.

“I guess we can do that.” She agreed, but he could tell that she wasn’t a 100% convinced about it.

“I know you don’t think there is a chance that I am the father, but I really need to know for sure. And as I said before and will keep telling you until you believe me, I know you don’t want it to mess with your daughter’s head and that’s why I did some research and thought this was the best way to do it and not raise unnecessary questions.”

“I’m sorry, Liam.” She sighed taking a sip of her drink. “I know you’re being really sweet about the whole situation and I sound like a bitch, but you see how my divorce is fucking me up? It’s worse with Grace. And I saw the light die in her eyes the moment she realized she wouldn’t see her father anymore and if by any chance I’m wrong and you are her father and there comes a time where...”

She didn’t need to finish that sentence and he felt stupid for not realizing what actually concerned her the most. She feared that he would leave too. Yes, there was a big chance that he was not her father if he was to believe Rosalie, but the chances that he was, he wouldn’t do what her ex did. He might not have asked for it, but he would be there.

He took the drink out of her hand and then grabbed both of her hands in his; “I’m not him, Rose. If I am the father, I will be there. Even if you don’t want to tell her right away who I am, I will still be there. I don’t promise that I will be the perfect dad, but I will do my best to be the one they deserve.”

Saying that, he felt that even if Cora was Adam’s, he wouldn’t be able to just ignore the little one who was abandoned by her father as well. He would be there for the both of them in whatever capacity Rosalie needed him to be there.

This thought was quite new to him though; accepting that he might have a child and be willing to take his responsibilities was one thing, but adding another child that wasn’t his was not something he thought about before right now, but it felt right.

“I do believe you mean those words, Liam. I really do, but it’s easier said than done. You might feel entirely different once you know for sure and then you have your career and you’ll want to have a family of your own with the girl you love some day and no matter your willingness to make it work, I fear that she will be cut off.” She stated. “Not intentionally of course, but maybe it will be too much for you to try to make time for all of it and you will slowly push away.”

“Okay, I get your fears, but can we take a step back. I’m not in any way close to be ready to date again let alone get married or start a whole new family. I’m not saying it will be easy to always be there with my career, but even from afar, I’m sure we could work things out.” He argued. “So instead of seeing too far into my future and trying to make predictions of what you believe will happen, can we focus on now and find the answer? After that, we could have a deeper talk about how we will work things out if I am the father.”

She finally looked at him and slowly nodded. He wanted her to believe in him, but he knew that her trust had been broken before and because of it, she was even more scared of the unknown of this situation. He looked at their joined hands and wondered if he should let go, but at the same time, he felt like shouldn’t.

This was a messed up situation, but on the other hand he barely thought about his other problem which was both good and bad; good because the guilt of what he had done wasn’t a constant companion to his thoughts, but bad because he had no idea yet of where he was going from there. Sure, a positive paternity test would probably be a big decision maker for his future, but if not; he would have to decide what he wanted.

“Why do I feel like your thoughts have wandered somewhere else?” She told him taking him out of his thoughts.

“Because they have. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry for that, Liam. You had your own problems before our problem. I mean, isn’t it why you came here to hide from the world?” She asked him.

“Yes and no. I mean, I couldn’t stay in the same house as my ex-girlfriend and I didn’t want to be a burden for anyone else. Staying in London meant that if I went out, I risked bumping into a paparazzi and I’m not sure I would be handling it well. So yes, I’m hiding from the famous side of my life, but I’m not severing any contact with my family and friends.”

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t think you would have more complications coming here though.” She laughed softly.

“I will admit that I thought that I would probably stay inside for like a week before doing anything useful like writing music or you know do some work around the house and maybe get drunk most nights that I wouldn’t feel any guilt, but instead I met your grandma and reconnected with you and you know, I’m pretty happy about that. I think getting wasted wouldn’t have been productive to my problem that isn’t a problem really when you think about it.”

“What do you mean?” She frowned.

“I mean, my career isn’t going anywhere because I cancelled my wedding. My fans won’t all turn on me because I broke Amber’s heart. I mean, my career would only go downhill if suddenly I had no more fans or nothing left to say in my lyrics, but that has nothing to do with whether I got married or not you know. I guess it’s mostly how I’m going to deal with my personal life from now on. I don’t want to be linked to every girl I’m going to talk to because stories will be made and even if it comes with the lifestyle, I’m not really feeling like dealing with those. God knows how easily I can put my foot in my mouth at the worse possible moments so I could and probably would make these situations worse. I guess what I’m saying is that I need to find a way to keep my personal life out of the spotlight and it’s not always an easy task.”

“That is a long explanation, but I guess I understand what you mean.” She exclaimed just as her phone started to ring. “That’s my mom. I have to take it before she calls grams.”

“Would it be so bad if she talked to your grandma?” He chuckled.

“Haven’t you learn how my grandma like to gossip. I do not need her to tell her about what is happening right now.” She sighed a small smile on her face. “Hi mom! What’s up?”

As she listened to what was said on the phone, her whole demeanor changed making him wonder what was going on. He looked up at her face and noticed that the smile he had succeeded to put there was now gone.

“No, I will come and pick them up. It’s no worries, mom. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” She said before hanging up.

“Trouble?”

“Grace had a nightmare and she wants me.” She answered him as she got up quickly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to end out evening so quickly.”

“Never apologize for that. You want me to come with you?” He offered.

She seemed stopped moving as she stared at him; obviously not expecting that. He could see the wheels turning in her head wondering if it was a good idea or not.

“I don’t want to...”

He cut her right there; “I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to. Come on, let’s go get your girls.”

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Remind Her - Lee Know

Word Count: 2,093

Idol: Lee Minho (Lee Know) of Stray Kids

Genre: Smut, Mafia AU kinda, MC is a black female(although I don’t think I describe her that much?), size kink, overstimulation (a lil), Angsty ending

Edited: yes

Based on the song “Remind Her” by Eric Bellinger! Give it a listen!

“I know you been working hard, you been working hard”

Deyjah set her briefcase down, next to a much larger one, indicated someone else was here. She kicked off her heels, rubbing her feet. A noise from upstairs confirmed she wasn’t alone. ‘There’s only one person it could be.’ She thought to herself, smirking. She made her way up the stairs. ‘Called it quits, and he still can’t resist me.’

“You know I been on my job, I been killin' them all”

She made it to her bedroom, in time to watch Minho loosen his tie, setting it on the nightstand.

“Beat me to my own house, did you?” Deyjah asked the man who had his back turned.

“What can I say? The thought of taking you is enough to make any man run red lights.” He said, turning to face her, smirking. He pulled her towards him, running his hands over her ass which was covered by her graphite-colored pencil skirt.

“Take up so much of my time, plus you be on your grind, But I finished early tonight so”

“I’m surprised you have the chance to pry yourself from creating havoc in the city.” She said.

“My men and I protect this city from those that dare run havoc. I thought you knew that.” He kissed the skin behind her ear. “Our schedules never align, anyway. But, I found some time to slip away from the crew, so here I am.”

Lee Minho was notorious for running the mafia that oversaw Deyjah’s town, and the neighboring towns as well. They weren’t a gang, no no. They weren’t into the whole drive by, running up on people business. They simply sold their product and accumulated their funds. It may be 2019, but he made moves like Don Corleone. They were well respected in the neighborhood, everyone from the grandmas to the toddlers loved Minho. Mothers wanted him for their daughters, and fathers wanted their sons in his good graces in hopes he would recruit them. But, that didn’t change the fact that he could be a cold-blooded killer when the time came to be. Those who didn’t pay their tabs or tried to cheat him out of a gram or were found out to be a disloyal customer were met with Minho’s wrath. He never hesitated to send one of his men to resolve the issue. At times, it was personal and Minho sought out to finish the job himself. Despite all of that, Deyjah saw the good in him and when the time came that he asked her out, she agreed. That, of course, was a long time ago. The butterflies and late-night texts had long come and gone. It was evident the attraction was still there, however, because here they were.

“I’ma come through with that reminder, I got it if you need it a reminder”

“You’re right though, I haven’t seen you in a while. Let me refresh your memory.” He reached for her skirt zipper, pulling it down and causing it to pool at her feet. He unbuttoned her blouse, one by one, taking as much time as possible. That too joined the skirt on the floor. Minho let out a low groan as the sight of her matching lavender lingerie, and how it popped against her golden-brown skin. He grabbed her by her thighs, picking her up and placing her lovingly on the bed.

“I miss coming home to this,” Minho said, and he meant it. The arousal in her eyes, the way her body yearned for his touch, her box braids sprawled out against her comforter. He missed it all.

“I’ma remind about that shit that I be doing with my tongue”

He took her mouth into his, moaning at the sensation of her pillowy lips against his. His expert fingers unclasped her bra, revealing the chocolate kisses underneath. His lips made their way down her neck and found purchase in her sun kissed bosom, sucking on her left nipple while he took the right one between his fingers. Deyjah squirmed as his tongue swirled around the hardening bud. Her body was on fire, and he had yet to reach the area she needed him most.

“Minho, please.” She whispered breathlessly.

“Tell me what you want, baby. We aren’t children anymore.”

“I want you to taste how wet you make me.” She bit her lip.

Minho chuckled. “I love that filthy mouth of yours.” He pulled her panties off, noticing the wet patch at the center.

He brought it to his nose, inhaling her arousal. “I think I’m gonna keep these. For when I can’t make it over here.” He said, shoving the delicate into the pocket of his slacks.

“Any excuse to steal from me.” Deyjah rolled her eyes, and Minho laughed again.

“You talk a lot, I should shut you up.” He yanked her to the edge of the bed, making her squeal. He spread her legs, nearly drooling at the sight before him. Her heat was a glistening mess. ‘Like a work of art.’ Minho thought. He stuck his tongue out, giving her cunt a tentative lick until he reached her clit, which he sucked harshly.

Deyjah moaned. “Don’t tease me, Minho.”

The brunette man obeyed, eating her pussy mercilessly. He devoured her as if he were a man in a desert who hadn’t eaten for days. The once quiet room was filled with the obscene slurping noises from Minho’s mouth working wonders and Deyjah screaming profanities into the night.

“Minho, baby. You’re gonna make me cum. Keep sucking my clit, just like that. Your head looks so good between my thighs.” She nestled her fingers into his hair, pulling him as close as humanly possible.

“Mmmm, cum for me, baby. All over my mouth.” He replied, although it was muffled, and all Deyjah could focus on were the vibrations his voice was sending through her body.

“Shit, baby, I’m so close,” Deyjah said, her orgasm rising quickly as heat coursed through her veins like a raging fever. She bucked her hips and lifted her right leg, which was indication to Minho that she was teeter-tottering on the edge. He immediately yanked her leg back down and held her thighs in a death grip, halting any movements. He sucked on her clit vigorously, moving his head back and forth.

“Fuck! Oh my God, I’m cumming. Shit, shit, shit.” Her legs trembled and her eyes rolled back as she rode out her orgasm.

Minho insisted on licking her clean, making her scream out of overstimulation. She groaned, pushing his head away.

“Sensitive?” He asked, teasingly.

“You know I am.”

“I can’t help it, baby. You taste so good.”

“I'ma remind you about that swang”

Deyjah pulled him towards her, bothered he still had all his clothes on. She unbuttoned his dress shirt, tossing it to the floor. She ran her hands across his abs, a feature few people knew existed. She unbuckled his pants and let them fall, his bulge protruding from his boxers. She yanked those down too, his 10-inch cock springing free from the constraint.

“I missed your cock, baby.” She said, pumping it with her hand and getting on her knees.

“Did you? Show me how much you miss it.” He answered, letting out a groan.

Deyjah wasted no time taking him into her mouth, sucking and slobbering on his cock while her free hand massaged his balls.

“C’mon, Deyj. I know you can take me deeper than that. You’ve always taken my length so well. Show me how good of a girl you are.”

Deyjah went deeper, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She pulled her head all the way back, only to take him all again.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good little slut. A good fucking cock whore. You’re so filthy.”

His words only fueled Deyjah’s ministrations, and she picked up the pace, her mouth also giving his balls attention.

“Easy, baby. If you keep going I’m going to embarrass myself.” He chuckled.

He pulled her up into a tight liplock. She could still taste herself on his tongue, and it only made her wetter.

“I'ma remind about my stroke”

“I'ma remind about you that your body never felt this way before”

“I’ve been dying to fuck you all day. Get on the bed. On your knees.”

It was nearly embarrassing how Deyjah scurried onto the bed, but at that point, desperation got the best of her. She bent over and spread her legs.

“You’re so ready for me. You’ve always been.” Minho said, teasing his cock at her entrance.

“Minho, just fuck me already.” She whined.

“Such an eager little slut. I love when you beg.” He slid in, stretching her out, causing them both to moan once he bottomed out.

“You’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight. You take me so well. I fit so well, it’s like you were made for me. I love being inside you. So wet.” He said, pounding into her relentlessly.

“Fuck, Minho, you’re so big. You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Already? Such a needy little slut. You gonna let me cum inside? Huh? Gonna let me fill you up? There’s nothing I’d want more than to see you carrying my child. Show all these other motherfuckers that you’re taken.”

Deyjah grabbed fistfuls of her comforter and she screamed incessantly. “Yes! Fuck! Fill me up. I want to be so full it leaks out. Give it to me, baby. I’m needy, so, so needy.” She whimpered as he found her spot, hitting it with every thrust.

“Minho, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Go head. Cum all over my fucking cock.”

Deyjah’s legs began to shake as her orgasm took over. The contractions of her orgasm triggered Minho’s as his thrusts came to a halt. He groaned one last time as ropes of thick cum were buried deep into Deyjah. Minho fell onto the bed beside Deyjah, exhausted.

The next morning when Deyjah woke, she found Minho getting dressed. She watched in silence as he adjusted his cufflinks.

“Last night was fun.” He said, knowing she was awake without even glancing over. “I’d stay longer, but Jeongin said there was a problem with a supplier.”

“I'ma remind you I'm that nigga, I'ma remind you I'm the one”

“Hmm,” Deyjah replied.

“It could be like this every night if you came back home.”

Deyjah sighed. She was dreading this conversation. “We’ve talked about this, Minho.”

“And we’ll talk about it again. I don’t understand what’s the problem.”

“The problem is that I’m not some little girl anymore, head over heels for some mob leader. I’m a grown woman with her own business. The drugs, the killings, it’s all a risk for my reputation.”

“You know I wouldn’t ever let so much as an ounce of product touch you. Shit, the minute you so much as joked about moving in with me I moved the lab out of the basement and into a remote location! I’ve decreased my involvement with the dirty work almost 50%! You know Hyunjin and Jisung do most of my tasks nowadays. I’ve done all of this and you still won’t accept me.”

“If you are barely doing anything, just leave. Leave the mob completely.”

“I’ve told you time and time again, I can’t do that. This is who I am. My father led this mob. My grandfather led the mob. It’s what I was destined to do. And this is how you met me. I’m a mobster, that’s always going to be who I am. I’m tired of you trying to change me. But, I’m a mobster who loves you. Who would go to war for you. I’d buy you the moon if you asked. You’re the only woman I want. Please, Deyj. Please. I can ensure you, you will always be safe. Come back to me. Be my wife.”

Deyjah met his gaze. “Wife?”

He reached into his briefcase, which he had retrieved from downstairs. He fished out a 42-carat ring and set it on her nightstand.

“It’s there when you find it in your heart to love me again.”

Deyjah watched with a heavy heart as he grabbed his briefcase and stormed out the room. She teared up as she picked up the ring. The engraving read “Forever Minho’s Queen.” She wanted to call out to him, but by then he had slammed the door and she heard his car engine start from down the street.

#stray kids #lee know #minho smut #stray kids smut #lee minho #lee know angst #lee know smut #lee know fanfic

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cajunpotateaux · 4 years

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An open letter to my dad’s side of the family,

I don’t quite really know where to begin.. I could start with the beginning of my life, but I don’t have many memories to recall, but from what I hear y’all have some pretty golden memories of me.. I can’t really start with the early childhood-adolescence either, because it wasn’t enough for any of y’all to worry about, much less the 5-15 year old, (lol?) Okay then, I’ll start there, 2012, sophomore year of high school, the best and my best year, (special thank you to the Badeaux Family.) This is the year that Johnny stopped paying any of the bills he was paying... I remember Gamy filling our fridge, because there was literally only mayo in there... We ended up being evicted, so all 4 of us packed up and moved in with Grandma Cindy and Grandpa Wayne.. Thank you, for opening up your home to us and doing the best you could, I unfortunately did not stay because I preferred to stay at my high-school, but I am glad I didn’t because I could only imagine the responsibility of mediator. BUT like wtf.... I can only imagine how this single of mother of three, teetering in such an abusive relationship must’ve felt gathering her kids up to stay at her EX-HUSBAND’S FATHER’S HOUSE?? And y’all judged the fuck out of her, for the men she talked to and confided in you in, to her whereabouts when she was trying to find a job, and whatever the fuck. Y’all think she wanted to have to do that? You think she was trying to do it for her own benefit?? If your son, would’t have up and left her with 2 fucking kids, do you think she’d be in this position? Or wouldn’t you think all of this was because she needed to take care of the family HER AND JOSHUA started???? DO YOU REALLY THINK IT WAS ONLY HER RESPONSIBILITY?? Okay, whatever it didn’t work out (not surprised) and Mama moves in with Gamy and Gampy, cool, i missed my siblings anyway. Once mama gets back up on her feet again, gets a house (right down the road from kaylyn which saved my life,) and low and behold, guess which motherfucker weasels his way back into our lives’? Oh boy did you guess it! Johnny E. Taylor, made his way back into my moms heart because he was tired of staying on his mama’s sofa, tsk tsk. I’m 15 at this time, 2014, teachers talk to Mrs. Christina Badeaux at this time and tell them how much my attitude and dedication have really taken a downturn, I also started smoking weed this year.

Johnny’s around for a couple of months, but I’m too strong minded at this point.. He can’t abuse us anymore, physically, mentally, nothing. He’s weak and he leaves, but I’m sure he still managed to drain my mom of what he could.. My mom and I had a rough time after he left, I’m sure I could have been a little more sensitive to her “withdrawals” but I was just too damn happy, I was just too damn safe. Once he left, mom and I had some problems.. I can’t recall exactly where they lay, but there were some pretty flamboyant altercations. From there I went into my senior year, the first part of that year was fun, honestly, I was so in lust with that I wasn’t thinking straight, but who could blame her? 2015.. 5 years ago from where I am now, that’s ringer year. That boy I was so in lust with, was cheating on me and breaking up with me every holiday (you’d think I’d realize,) got my first job at Black’s, and basically stopped going to school. I got arresting Mardi Gras night this year, as a 17 year old passenger, with less that .5 gram of weed in my purse and 1 item of paraphernalia, with no identification. AND Y’ALL LET ME PLEAD NO CONTEST, WITH NOT A LAWYER??? You mean to tell me my FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION working grandparents, let their 17 year old granddaughter, walk into a court room with no lawyer... Ok, whatever. I took my lick, sentencing went a little something like this:

Judge: we’ll drop the paraphernalia charge, and your punishment is $800 in fines or 10 days in jail.

Me: Do I have a certain amount of time to pay the fine?

Officer: Yes, we can suspend your license for 30 days and you have 30 days to pay that.

Me: Ok, but I’m a 17 year old senior and I live in Abbeville, and take a bus to and from school or have my mom bring me to work.

Officer: Ok, then I’ll have to book you until you pay, and every day a balance drops off your fine.

Me: uh ok...

I then went to jail for a total of 5 days, of my 10 day sentence, before Gampy came to get me (: He paid my fines, and just reminded me to be sure to pay him back. I could absolutely do that, thank you Gampy. After this, spring break started and after that, I couldn’t deal with the shit of walking into that school after being arrested and gone for almost 3 weeks straight now. I just stopped going. I later on got a call from the school board in April, and they wondered about me, they had faith in me, it felt like, “we don’t even know your father, so we have no preconceived idea of who you’re going to be other than, you’re wonderful school record up until the last couple of months.” They let me finish my classes online, and walk with my class through that rachet ass gym. You should have seen my peers faces (; Only downside was, I no longer had to pay back the $300 left to Gampy as a graduation gift. Now mind you I’m more than happy to have my debts paid, but I’m a little sentimential when it comes to gifts for my achievements and its sucks to look back and my ONLY graduation gift was $300 to a fine.. My dad got out of jail the next day...

I graduated and was determined to get my boyfriend back. So I did, and we moved in together that June. Had a great time, it was nice to get out of Abbeville. August of this year was the worst, but now that I look back was a form of rebirth for my self. The first week of August, just days after paying rent, my boyfriend admits that he doesn’t love me (surprise!) I refuse to move out, until the month is over ( have to wait for my mom to help me move.) We break up, and a couple of days later I get to see Ethan, I didn’t know this, but it would be the last time I’d ever see him. We laughed about him being in room 420, and he tells me happy birthday.. A couple days later it’s my 18th birthday!! Which was super overrated, and my dad got arrested a couple of days later, and Ethan found peace after a long fight. Completely defeated after this month, I moved home and I didn’t finish my probation.

The next couple of months are a blur but also survival mode.. Mom was going to work, and cosmetology school. I was sleeping, watching Andie and Aiden, cleaning the house and trying to figure out what to make for dinner with $6.29 at the dollar store.. I got caught shoplifting at wal-mart, moved in with these 30 year old lesbians, and lost the most important chest, containing birth certificates, letters from my dad, any hs artwork, ALLL my important personals, gone. Forgot in a house, and thrown away. Moved back in with mom, and wasted away on a sofa from November till March, until I called Grandma and Grandpa, asking for help to regain direction in my life, so they offered to move me out to Idaho and do their best. Yay! I moved here thinking of how great of a relationship we could create and how much I could learn, I mean I have so much fun with them on vacation, lol. Grandma, I love you and I thank you for your hardworking genes, but like c’monnnn I’m you’re closest blood, and I’m not just talking miles. I’m talking my existence is literally due part to the being you had. And you don’t even put an effort into knowing me, you think you have me all figured out with everything you’ve heard through grape vines or whatever, bullshit. I’ve been closer to you than I ever been and it doesn’t even feel like it. You’re the only family I have in a great radius and I’ve literally had to create my own at 22 years old without creating the same mistakes as my parents. So give me a round of applause because we all know I deserve it. You were gunna let me get wrapped up in a system just like my father. AND THEN GRANDPA ROY TELLS ME HE’D LIKE TO SMOKE WEED AGAIN AT HIS RETIREMENT PARTY??? that’s really how y’all let that go down, and then have the nerve to make judgement of my life thinking that I may take a path of my father??? To restrict nurturing and love towards me because you can’t control the freedom therefore outcome of my life.. Is it because you feel accountable in some way??? I overcame all odds, and I will destroy the generational muck you’ve left for me.

With that being said, you can deny your accountability, but the way I see it, Josh wasn’t there for Andie and I. My parents created a life the both wanted, and my dad left, leaving ALL responsibility on my mom. Now I definitely know that if the 2 families that make up my father’s side of the family, stepped up the best they could like Gamy and Gampy to fill in the pieces my mom couldn’t, I wholeheartedly believe that Andie and I’s perception of childhood could have been a little lighter. A couple of months ago, Grandpa Roy said a comment while I was working that really shook my world.. We were talking about my mom, as it so causally comes up, saying, “we had to draw the line at buying her a house.” Initially, I laughed it off, because my mom is known of asking a little too much. But as a 22 year old, I couldn’t imagine having a kid, much less another 4 years after that, and then DADDY LEAVES. But I could only imagine, what not having to worry about putting a roof over the children's heads’ could’ve prevented. Maybe my mother would have been more confident to do it all on her own, less dependent on the man that’s abused her kids. I can only imagine.

With that being said, none of this mentions any of Andie’s story, the one who I tried my hardest to protect, but was always the easier victim.

I am thankful for the blood I have received, I believe the strong mentality is what got me through the hardest parts of my life so far. I will continue to look for solace for my childhood Lilly, for she deserves the world.

#diary #openletter #thoughts #prayers #solace

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 5 years

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Better Than This: Forever & For Always (Sebastian Stan x Musician! Reader)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s): Fluff & Middle Finger

Word Count: 1,045

Info: This is day 3 of 7 days of drabbles to celebrate what would have been my Mum’s 60th birthday. Each drabble is based on a song that reminds me of my Mum. Bey @coffeebucko ucko makes an appearance!

Synopsis: At Y/N Grandmother’s birthday party Sebastian has an extra birthday gift and the whole family but Y/N is in on it.

Day 3 - Forever & For Always | Shania Twain

Their morning started at dusk, where they took Ellie their Sheltie, for a walk and on the way back to their apartment they stopped at Starbucks. Once they had shared a shower and they got the okay from Bey to pick them up from their friends place they hit the road to grab Sebastian’s mom Georgeta. They made it to Y/N’s grandparents in Lake George, by noon, beating a few of her family members.

When they got there, Y/N’s grandparents were sitting on the front porch with some of the great-grandkids who played on bikes and scooters. Josephine, Y/N’s grandmother got off the porch swing and meet the group at the car, a huge smile on her as she held little Josie hand in hers. Bey jumped out first hugging their grandmother who laughed before watching as Bey picked up their cousin Josie, talking about getting cookies. After she had greeted the rest of the car, she leads them into the house where Eugene followed behind with the kids tagging along. Soon everyone was spoiling lunch with Grandma's cookies.

By the time it came to Josephine’s birthday dinner there were about 30 bodies in the backyard enjoying the food. Bey sat at the little kid's table with a newspaper hat on their head telling the kids the story of Peter Pan. Sebastian sat beside Y/N on a daybed where along with Ellie and their new sheltie Cerberus, which had been a gift to Sebastian from Josephine and Eugene. Everyone was now slowly relaxing around fire pit Y/N father, Charles and his brother James had built.

“Sebastian, don’t you have another gift for Grams?” Bey waddled over with Josie hanging on one leg while Lulu hung on another, the kids giggling. Y/N looked at Bey like they were crazy, but Sebastian jumped up from the daybed letting Bey take his place while he reached over pulling Y/N up from her spot. Confused she got up while she noticed her family starting to pull their phones out, as Sebastian got down on his right knee.

“Sebba, what are you doing?” Bey giggled to Y/N’s right. An acoustic guitar started strumming from somewhere off in the distance, starting to make the setting suddenly romantic, with the string lights hanging from her grandparent's trees, the fire going.

“Y/N the first day we meet was on the Subway, you sat with your violin case between your legs, maroon cable knit scarf wrapped around your neck and these huge cat ear headphones covering your ears. I remember thinking, ‘God she’s so beautiful.’ Then our eyes met and you smiled, I knew right then and there I had to say something.” Y/N gazed lovingly at Sebastian who was now holding her hands in his as he stared up at her, as her family and his mom watched on.

“You’ve taught me so much since our first date, where you took me to see George Balanchine’s, The NutCracker. We sat in the second ring to the left, where you did what my mother tried to do my whole life. You had me listening to the music, had me seeing and feeling it tell the story. Soon your music became my favorite, I could feel the story you told, it was nothing like I had experienced before.” Y/N wiped a tear from her eye and before returning her hand to Sebastian’s giving him a loving squeeze.

“I don't think I really know what love was till you showed me it. You showed me it in the way you smile at my lame jokes, the way you place butterfly kisses on my cheeks in the morning when I don't want to get out of bed. You showed me what love was in the way you stare at me with compassion, showing me that my voice and opinion truly matters. Most of all you brought me, my mom, also my family into your family. I love it all so much.” Sebastian kissed Y/N’s hands before letting them go, he reached into the pocket of his blue jeans pulling out a blue velvet ring box. Y/N’s hands now covered her mouth.

“Finally the good part!” clapping their hands Bey jumped up and down on the daybed but laughed when Josephine threw a pillow at them.

“Y/N, I know with everything in me that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you with those butterfly kisses and whispers of love. I want to look into your eyes every time I see you and feel at home no matter where we are. Y/N with you be my forever and for always?” Sebastian opened the ring box, there sitting in the middle of white satin was a beautiful ring with moonstone in the middle, three diamonds on top and bottom with crescent moons facing outward on each side, the band had little jewels around it. It was the perfect ring.

“Y/N answer him please, so the poor guy can get off his knee, Lord knows my knees were giving out at his age already.” Y/N’s dad Charles broke the silence that hung in the air, making Sebastian laugh and Y/N.

“You better say yes, it took 8 hours to find that ring, also I don't want to have to split holidays between the two of you. On second thought, that means more presents, Y/N tell him no.” once again Bey found pillows being thrown at themselves, Ellie and Cerberus jumping off the daybed barking.

“Sebastian, I can't think of a better way to spend the rest of my life than with you. Kiss me before my Grandma hits us with her cane.” getting up off the ground Sebastian’s knee popped making him laugh along with the older people before he pecked Y/N on the lips.

“I was honestly looking forward to twice the gifts, now all I have to look forward to is using my noise-canceling headphones tonight,” Bey grumbled as Sebastian placed the engagement ring on Y/N’s finger. Without Josephine and Georgeta seeing both Sebastian and Y/N flipped Bey off with smiles on their face.

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lesbian-deadpool · 6 years

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So Much Better Than It Is Today

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

High school AU, Song fic: Paradise By The Dashboard Light

Words: 5,640

Warnings: A LOT of jump cuts, sexual themes, arguing, swearing, bad decisions, not my best work, a little angst. The ending is kinda fucking stupid. Not proof read.

Request: No. (It’s a challenge)

A/N: So this was for @flatbottomholland s challenge, but with me being, well me. I forgot about it. Cause I’m a hot ass mess. So here it is now. I hope you like it, it's not my best work, but I tried. Its 50′s themed, but with modern values. But not really, It's hard to explain. Just read it, and it should make sense... hopefully... Natasha’s a little OOC, but there's a reason for that. Originally written as FxF, but could totally be read by anyone.

Summary: You swore that you would love her until the end of time.

The cold night air streamed against the cherry red metal of the parked Chevy. Stars littered the black sky, the moon reflecting on the rippling waves.

"Sam did not do that!"

"No, he did. I was there," you said, nodding your head. "He was too busy flirting with the waiter, to notice Bucky drinking his milkshake." you chuckled the scene replaying in your head, acting it out to the best of your abilities for her. "Once he found out, he grabbed Bucky's milkshake. Y'know, to drink his instead. But, Bucky being Bucky, wouldn't let him have it. So they started this tug of war for the milkshake, ending with Sam pulling too hard, and splashing it all over the waiter he had been flirting with... and, so that's how Sam got kicked out of, Jarvis'."

Natasha laughed, "But, what about, Bucky?"

"He went home with the waiter. That's why they're not talking right now."

This caused Natasha's laughter to increase, doubling over in her seat. You following her lead.

"Hey, you know, Steve?" you asked.

"Yeah." she nodded, fully immersed in what you had to say. "The used to be skinny kid, turned jock-artist. What about him?"

"He was the waiter."

Joyous laughter poured from the lone car, parked by the vast lake. The smell of nature, and the sound of crickets leaking through the small crack of the open window.

Settling into easy conversation. You found yourself enjoying her company more than you had ever expected. No longer able to pay attention to what she was saying. Watching her face contort into many different expressions. Liking every single one of them. Thinking how lucky you were to be sat here right now.

(Nine hours ago)

You walked down the semi-crowded halls of your high school. Books in hand, backpack slung over your shoulder. Your eyes staring at your destination in front of you. To say you were nervous about what you were about to do would have been an understatement.

"Hey, Natasha." You got her attention, drawing her away from her friends. Your own watching you like halks from behind you. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure." She shrugged, following you to a clear part of the hall. One where neither your friends nor hers could hear you. "What's up?"

"Umm, so, I was wondering," you started, some of your nerves coming through your voice. Much to your dismay. You coughed, regaining some of your confidence. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? No? Okay then." you replied for her. Turning on your spot, about to walk away from her. When she reached out and grabbed your elbow stopping you, turning you around to face her once again.

"Okay."

"O- Okay?!"

"I would love too," she clarified.

You looked at her like she had just grown another head. "Are you sure? This isn't some kind of joke is it?"

"No. It's not a joke. I really do want to you out with you." She rested her hand on your arm, giving it a comforting squeeze.

You were about to voice you joy, abruptly thinking, "You know I meant it as a date right?"

"Yes. As a date. I want to go out on a date with you," she said slowly.

"Oh, great." You beamed.

"So, when?"

"When what?" you asked, still slightly dazed out. Surprise still coursing through you from her agreeing to go out on a date with you.

"When are we going out on our date?" she chuckled. Her hand, not going unnoticed by you, as it travelled down your arm, grasping onto your hand softly.

"Oh, uh, tonight?"

"What time?"

"I'll uh, pick you up at eight?"

"Perfect, I just have to be home by eleven."

"You will be home by eleven, scouts honour," you promised, giving her a mock salute. Making he laugh. You smiled bright, at the fact that you had managed to make her laugh.

"Good. You can drive me home then?" she stated more than asked. Pulling you along by your hand, towards the exit of the school.

(Now)

You still felt the envy radiating in the air around you. Like you had hours ago as you walked from the school, people glaring at you. Jealous that you had somehow managed to get a date with the Natasha Romanoff.

Your hand gripped the wheel softly. Playing with the leather sewn onto it. You drifted back into the one-sided conversation in front of you. Music playing in the background of the warm car. Gazing happily at the red-head. As she animatedly spoke. And you just knew. You would remember this day for the rest of your life.

***

All of a sudden, you were in the back seat of your car. Slowly stripping each other's clothes from your lustful bodies. The soft lull of music playing in the background. Disrupted by the heavy breathing and panting pouring from both of your mouths.

Words had stopped being spoken a long time ago. Instead replaced by heated touches. Your bodies felt like they had been burned, where your fire hot hands had grazed one another's bodies. Similar to gripping tightly onto a red-hot knife. The burning hurt. But not as much as you craved each other's bodies. The craving hurt so much; you never knew of a pain so good, a feeling so right, like this one right now. You never knew that wanting something so much could cause so much pain. It shocked you to your core how much you liked it.

You pulled against each other. Tugging at the remnants of your clothes, hands caressing skin. Gasping heavily into each other's mouths.

"No no, stop," Natasha ordered, straightening up in her seat.

"Oh?!" You shot back, sitting back in your own seat. "Did... did I do something wrong?"

"No. No, you did nothing wrong. I just have to get home."

You glanced at the clock on your dashboard, as Natasha began putting her clothes back on, beside you. The clock showing the time was 10:40. Where had the time gone? Looking back to the now almost fully dressed girl beside you, you asked, "Are you sure you can't stay out any longer?"

"I'm sure. If I did, my parents would kill me... then you."

You nodded your head in understanding. "Well, then. Let's get you home." You slowly picked your clothes up off the floor and began to pull them on.

"Won't your parents go crazy if you don't get back on time?" Natasha asked as you both hopped out of the car, and into the cold night air. Moving to the front seats. This way being easier than climbing over them like you did when you first tumbled into the back seat.

"No."

"How come?"

"Mother's dead. Farther's off fighting some war. I live with my senile grandparents, that go to bed at Five pm," you listed off.

"Oh, I'm sorry about your mother." Natasha caressed your arm, in a comforting manner.

"It's fine. I didn't know her." At this, Natasha shot you a look of confusion, silently asking you to explain. "She died giving birth to me."

Natasha took a deep breath, debating whether or not she should apologise for your loss again or not. Knowing that it wouldn't help. Watching as you began driving back to her house. Instead, she tried to lighten the mood. "Well, you must be proud of your father."

"I would be if he hadn't abandoned me when I was born and didn't blame me for my mother's death," you replied. "I don't know why I'm telling you all of this."

"You must like me," she tried again, a hopeful smile on her face. Both optimistic that it would lighten the mood, and that you dod in fact like her.

"Must do." You smiled back.

***

"Grams, Gramps!" you called out to your sleeping grandparents. Knowing full well they were both fast asleep, and wouldn't wake up with your yelling. Throwing your key's into the bowl sat on the small table by the door, a small pile of mail stacked up next to it.

You shuffled through the few letters that were addressed to you, as you continued talking. "How was your day? My day was good. Just got back from the date." You walked into the kitchen, ready to eat some leftovers. "You know the one I told you about when I got back from school? The one with the girl I like? Yeah, it went well. Just dropped her off now. We almost had sex. Remind me not to tell you that tomorrow, when you're actually awake."

Laying in bey, belly and brain full. Leftovers filled your stomach. Thoughts crammed into your mind. A smile on your face, as you thought about the previous few hours you had spent with Natasha.

Little did you know, she was doing the exact same thing.

Natasha crept into her house, hoping not to wake her parents. A light flickered on to her side. Startling her, and making her look to her right so fast that she thought she had just given herself whiplash. Her eyes wide with shock, as she looked at her father.

"I'm back on time." She pointed a finger at him.

He chuckled, "You are. I just wanted to know how your date went."

"It went well."

"I can see that," he said, a teasing smile on his face.

She looked at him confused. "What?"

"Your shirt's buttoned up wrong." He nodded to the white shirt she wore, one side longer than the other, thanks to the missed buttons.

"We didn't do anything."

"Really? Because I'm pretty sure you learned how to dress yourself when you were six."

She exhaled harshly, not wanting to have this conversation with him. "We didn't have sex." She bit the bullet.

"I know. We raised you well." Walking up to Natasha, he threw his arm over her shoulder and began leading her up the stairs. "But don't tell your mother." he gestured to her dishevelled appearance. "She'll rip your heart right out. And the poor souls you spent your night with."

"Oh yeah." She nodded.

"So. Do you like them?"

"I do, dad. I really do."

"Good. Remember, don't-"

Natasha stopped, turning her back to her bedroom door. "Don't let them take advantage of me. I know dad."

He smiled. "Good night," he said placing a kiss on his daughter's forehead.

"Night, dad."

Now here she lay, in bed, her thoughts plagued by you.

Glancing over to the side of your beds, you both suddenly felt lonely. Shrugging your blankets further up your bodies. Trying to replace the warmth the other had provided. Slowly falling into a peaceful sleep. Dreaming of your previous date, illuminated by the dashboard light.

***

Over the next few months, it happened again and again. You would go out on dates, sometimes just going out for a drive around town. But you always ended up fooling around. Either in the back of your car, in one of your bedrooms, one of your living rooms. Yours mainly. And once in the school parking lot. Which made your friends, Tony, Bucky, and Sam. Whistle and hoot at you two. That had been two months into your relationship. That's how everyone found out you were actually dating.

During those months, you were barely dressed when you were alone together. But never going any further than fooling around. Which to be honest, you were getting kind of antsy about. You had both talked about having sex, agreeing to wait until the right time. But you were starting to get frustrated with the wait.

You were parked in an empty parking lot. Getting all hot and heavy with Natasha in the back seat of your car.

Your hand started you travel further up her body, aiming for her breasts.

"Alright, stop. Stop. Stop," Natasha said pushing you off of her.

You slammed back into the seat next to her, huffing out a breath. As she shrugged her discarded clothes.

"Don't be like that," she uttered.

"Don't be like what?"

"Like that," she gestured to you. "All moody cause I told you to stop."

"It's not because you told me to stop-"

"Then what is it?"

"It's not because," you started again, your voice hard, causing her to roll her eyes, "You told me to stop. I don't care that you told me to stop, I'm fine with that. I'll stop if you want me to," You sighed. "It's just that I'd like to know if it's ever gonna happen."

"Of course it is."

"Then when? Cause truthily, I'm getting a little impatient. I'm fine with waiting. I'd just like to know."

"When you love me." She pushed her hair over her shoulder, beginning to button up her shirt.

"How do you know I don't? Do you not know how I feel about you? Sometimes I think that my heart's gonna drown out the radio with how fast it's beating."

"That doesn't prove anything," she commented.

"Then how do you expect me to prove it?!"

"Say it." Natasha turned to you, face hard.

"Say what?"

"Say that you love me."

"How do I know you love me?"

"Do not turn this around on me," she scolded, pointing her finger at you.

"You leaned towards her, resting your atm on the back of the seat. "Baby, listen. We've been together for four months. I do live you. And that's why I want to sleep with you. But if you don't want to sleep with me, that's fine. I just wanna make sure we're on the same page here."

"Just take me home," she muttered.

"But, Natasha-"

"Now, Y/N," she demanded.

You huffed, "Fine."

***

Your eyes moved around, taking in Natasha's form in front of you. From your spot sat next to her, in 'Jarvis' Milkshake Emporium'. Watching her plump lips move as she spoke. Your eyes found their way to her red hair, it trailing down over her shoulders. All except for one lone strand of hair. You lifted your arm from where it rested on the back of the pink and white leather seat of your booth. Moving to brush the piece of hair back over her shoulder, your hand coming up to cup her soft cheek.

Natasha cooed, leaning into your touch, her eyes flickering shut. A small hum escaping through her closed lips.

She slowly opened her eyes. Admiration for you pouring out of them. As you rubbed your thumb over the soft skin of her cheek.

"You've gotta stop doing that," she whispered.

"Doing what?"

"Doing things that make me want to kiss you."

"And what's so wrong with that?" you asked leaning in closer to her. "I thought you liked kissing me?"

"I do." She inched closer.

"Then why don't you?" She answered your question with a passionate kiss. Wrapping an arm around your neck pulling herself into you. Sliding a leg over yours, as her free hand came up lightly touching your cheek.

You wrapped your hands around her, tugging her further into you. Leaving hardily any space left between you. You pulled apart leaning your forehead against hers.

"Ahem," a cough spurred you away from your intimate moment with Natasha. Turning around to look at Tony and Rhodey, the two boys sat opposite you. Both of them smirking as you and Natasha wiped your mouths.

"Sorry about that," you cleared your throat.

"Are you sure you don't want us to leave?" Tony smiled mischievously. "Give you two some privacy?"

"You can talk."

You barked out a laugh at Natasha's response. Remembering all the times they had been less than family friendly in front of you.

"Are you folks all finished here?" You looked up to a smiling Steve Rogers. A dish bucket in his arm. Pointing to your empty plates and glasses.

"Um, yeah. Thanks, Steve," you said.

"It's cool. So, you want the bill?"

"Yeah," Rhodey replied, "We really should be heading back."

"Yeah, they need some privacy," you told Steve, who chuckled in response.

Steve hummed, "Good. We don't need Jarvis busting a blood vessel, cause you can't keep it in your pants."

"Hey!" Tony yelled, gesturing an arm towards you and Natasha. "They're the ones who just had a make-out session in front of us."

"And yet, you're so much worse. It's like your sex drive, is a permanently running motor," Steve commented. Turning to walk away with Tony screeching after him.

Three weeks later, you ended up back at the lake you shared your first date. The sun setting low over the forest that surrounded the lake. Leaving a warm glow on everything it touched.

It had never felt like this before. Your kisses were slower than usual but no less heated. If anything they were more desperate than ever before. Your hands held onto her waist, as you hovered above where she lay on the seats. Red hair sprawled out over the cherry red leather below her. Her hands fisted into your work shirt, pulling against it, keeping you as close to her as possible. One of her legs thrown over your side, calf resting on your back.

"God, I love you," you told her, speaking over the low hum of the baseball game coming from your radio. Mouth never leaving hers.

"I love you, too," she whispered back, voice lustful.

You had talked about this. Agreed on it. But you were still hesitant. Just in case it was all swept away once again. After your fight that day two weeks ago, you both had a long discussion about your feelings and what not. She told you that she did want to go all the way with you. And she knew you wanted the same. The only thing holding her back was that she wanted you to love her, which you told her you did. And she loved you too. She was just so unsure of your love for her. She knew how attractive she was, and she knew anybody could lie to her for one night in the sack. It wasn't that she didn't trust you. She did. She merely wasn't interested in setting her heart up for heartbreak. But you had reassured her that she had nothing to worry about. Telling her that you would never purposely break her heart. It meant too much to you, to do that to her. Which lead you two here. In the back seat of your car, like the many other times. This time both in full agreement, that tonight was the night.

Your deep kissing had continued, once you had uttered your love confessions.

Your hands pushed up her shirt, fingertips caressing the soft skin underneath.

"OK, here we go," the commentator spoke. You and Natasha too engulfed in one another to even register his voice. Your hand's travelling around her waist, to hold her lower back. You used your leverage and pulled the lower half of her body into yours. Making her let out a lustful moan into your open mouth.

"There's the windup, and there it is."

Braking away, you panted on each other's lips. Staring intensely into each other's eyes. Your chests rising and falling with your rapid intake of air. Her arms were now reaped around your neck, hands deep into your hair, nails grazing your scalp. Natasha's eyes were dark, so blown out that you could barely see her bright green irises. Your hands slid slowly up her back. Never breaking eye contact, as you reached her bra, swiftly unclasping it. Natasha attached your lips once again, as she pulled your work shirt from your body. Manoeuvring you onto your back so that she was now straddling you. Only breaking your kiss when she reached under her shirt and pulled her bra from her body. Throwing you a mischievous smirk, before pouncing on your lips once again.

"Turning it on now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna try for Second." Your hands slid up Natasha's soft skin, coming to a stop just under her breasts. "He's gonna slide in head first, here he comes, he's out!" She nodded to you that it was okay, unbreaking the kiss. With her nod of approval, you gingerly moved your palms up and cupped her breasts. "No, wait, safe - safe at second base, this kid really makes things happen out there."

Natasha sat up and began slowly unbuttoning her shirt. Leaving it wide open, but still obscuring the majority of her breasts. A groan erupted, from your throat, as you ogled at her. The close to animalistic sound coming from somewhere deep in your stomach. She smirked at you, eyes lustful, as she ran the pad of her thumb over your slightly parted lips. Leaning over, you attached your lips. The kiss on the verge of turning into something faster and more wanting. As Natasha gripped the chest of your T-shirt in her hands, tugging it up and over your head.

You sat up, Natasha still seated in your lap. Your lips unrelenting, as you manoeuvred, so your hand pressed gently into her body. Fingers tickling the top of her stomach. As your hand lingeringly moving down her body, gradually easing its way down to her core.

"He's trying for third, here's the throw." Further and further down your hand went. And with it, the antsier Natasha got for your touch. Her breathing quickening. Her fingers gripped the top of your shoulders, as she moves forwards and backwards slightly. Your hand slipped down the waistline of her pants, making their way into her panties. Lower and lower it went. Natasha threw her head back, letting out a low groan. Before making her way back to your lips, sucking n them with a fiery passion. Your hand inched closer and closer to her entrance. Closer. Closer. And closer still. Before... "It's in the dirt-safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base! He's taking a pretty big lead out there, almost daring him to try and pick him off."

You glanced down Natasha's shining body, as she moaned quietly. Carefully laying her back down in front of you so that you could lean over her. You started peppering kisses over her chest. Trailing them down her body, over her stomach, and to the place you knew would make her scream.

"Base line, the suicide squeeze is on!"

You kissed the only showing skin above her pants, as you began unbuttoning them. Peering up to her, you smirked into her skin. She was melting underneath you, her head thrown back, and panting. You focused again on your task at hand. "Holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!"

"Stop!" Natasha yelled, sitting up abruptly. Causing you to fly back, and into the window, your hands sprawled out, holding onto whatever of the car you could. As fear rippled inside of you, at her sudden outburst.

"What?" you asked, your voice soft, hoping to death that you didn't do something to hurt her.

"I just want to know, before we go any further. Do you love me?"

Ugh, this again. She was like a broken record. "Yes. I love you."

"That's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Will you love me forever? Will you never leave me? Will you marry me?"

"What?!" You looked at her like she had just grown an extra head. "Natasha, we've only been going out for like five months."

"I know that. I'm not asking you to marry me, you idiot. I'm asking will you marry me someday? I have to know."

"I... I don't know."

"See. That's exactly why I've been stopping you all these months."

"You can't just expect me to know if you're the one, Natasha!"

"That's why I want you to wait! So that I can experience this with someone one who wants to spend the rest of their life with me."

"Then why didn't you just say that?!"

"I don't know," she muttered quietly. Buttoning up her clothes.

"What?"

"I said, I don't know!" she yelled, shocking you with her outburst. Turning to you, she glared slightly. "I don't know. I'm just so confused, I know what I want. I want love. True and unconditional love. I'm in two minds." She held out her hands, looking at them. Showing you the two invisible separate sides of her brain. "In one of them, I want to do this with you. I want to do this with you so badly. But in the other. I want to wait. I want to make sure you'll be with me forever. That you'll never leave me. That you'll make me your wife." She looked at you. "But I don't know which to choose."

"That's a lie. You know exactly which one to choose. You can wait. And I accept that. I just wish you didn't lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you! I do want this!"

"Then why don't you?!"

"Because I want you to love me!"

"I do love you!"

"Then prove it!"

"How am I supposed to do that?!"

"Figure it out. I can't give you all the answers. This one you have to find out yourself." And with that, she slammed the door of your car and began her walk back home.

You jumped out of the car, hastily grabbing your work shirt and shrugging it on. Chasing after Natasha.

"Wait, Natasha. Wait." You grabbed her elbow. Causing her to spin on her heal, facing you.

"Tell me."

"What?" you asked shaking your head confused.

"Tell me if you want to be with me for my life."

"Let me think about it."

"Tell me."

"Baby, Let me sleep on it," you practically bagged.

"Yes?! Or no?!"

"Let me sleep on it!" you were both beginning to lose your tempers now.

"I can wait here all night! So, tell me. Yes? Or no?"

"Let me sleep on it!"

"Will you love me forever?!"

"I'll tell you in the morning!" you raged at her.

***

That night you laid in bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Your mind going round and round in circles. You could practically hear the words of your father, his hard voice, ringing through your head.

"Sex-crazed fool, thinks they're in love. Doesn't even know what love is." He would say. "Think of how your mother would react." If he were here right now, he would be barking it at you. Standing tall in his military uniform. Your imagination making him taller than he would be. Which makes sense, cause the last time you had seen him was when you were eight.

But, he wasn't here. And neither was your mother. The only people you had were your grandparents. Who were kind enough to let you live with them, while your father served his country. Too busy to visit you. For ten years he had been too busy.

"If you love her so much, why don't you just tell her?"

Sitting up, startled by the voice by your door. You turned to peer at your grandmother. Who had a small knowing smile on her face.

"Gram? What are you doing awake?"

"I could hear your thoughts. You have a restless mind," she said shuffling over to you, in her nightdress and slippers. Sitting at the edge of your bed. That's what she always said. That she could 'hear your thoughts'. Which was fairly true. She could always tell when something was on your mind.

"I've already told her."

"Then what's the problem?" She raised her hands in bewilderment.

"The problem is," you started, pausing as you tried to find the right words, "I want to take our relationship further-"

"Ahh." She threw her head back. "You want to sleep with her."

"Yeah." You nodded. You were starting to feel uncomfortable now. But you knew she would not leave until you told her what was wrong. "But, she wants proof that I love her."

She hummed at your situation, "I'm sure you'll figure something out."

"Have any suggestions?"

"Nope," she said patting your shoulder, before gripping it using it to help her back onto her feet. "This you have to figure out yourself." And with that, she shuffled back out of your room.

You there your body back, head landing on the soft pillow, muttering, "Thanks for the help, Grams."

***

Here you were again, two weeks later, sitting in your regular booth in Jarvis'.

That's when it hit you. And oh boy, did it hit you. It hit you like a tidal wave. The feeling of utmost love. You were prepared to swear on heaven and hell, every God and goddess that existed, hell even your mothers grave. That you would love this laughing girl in front of you, until the end of time.

"Marry me." It had just fallen out. You shocked yourself when you had said it, mirroring the shock that covered Natasha's face.

"What?"

"Yeah," you affirmed nodding. "Marry me. Why not?"

"Because we're eighteen, and have only been dating for six months," she deadpanned.

"So? My grandparents were seventeen when they got married and they'd only known each other for two weeks. They're still happily married."

Natasha laughed, "You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

You nodded. "I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I promise I will love you until the end of time. And you know I don't break my promises," you tried convincing her, leaning closer to her over the table. "Don't you wanna marry me?"

"Okay." She smiled, her hair moving as she nodded slowly.

"Okay?"

"Okay. Let's get married."

***

That was ten years ago. You remembered the joy it filled you with, the way you had run out of Jarvis' with her and had gotten married to her the next hour. You had both got what you waited for that night, and then started the rest of your life together.

And now here you were, ten years later, regretting everything from that stupid stupid day. If you could turn back time, you would. You had changed over time. So had she. You began slowly falling out of you teenage love. And into resentment. Natasha still loved you, however, just like she did all those years ago. You had thought about getting a divorce, many times in fact. But you had vowed and promised her that you would love her until the end of time, that you would always be there, that you would never break her heart. And you never broke your promises.

So now you were here, in your small suburban house. Waiting for the end of time. So that you could end your time with her.

Maybe things would get better.

Maybe you could try counselling.

Maybe...

(Alternative ending. Ha! Bitch you thought! I need to have happy endings.)

"And, Cut!" Phil Colson, or as everyone called him, Mr C, called out. The group of kids standing on the stage snapping out of their personas. Some walking to their friends, others beginning their descent from the stage. As Mr C continued, "Good job out there! You're gonna knock it outta the ballpark on Wednesday!"

Principle Fury walked up behind him, them starting an animated conversation.

"Hey, Mr C," Clint Barton called out, hopping from the stage. Interrupting His and Fury's conversation. "Can I talk to you about something?"

You took a deep breath and ran a hand through your 50's styled hair, glancing around, from your position on the stage. Eyes glancing at the small group of people in front of you, talking away happily, before your eyes caught the redhead walking from the stage.

"I can't believe he wrote his own play," Tony noted, stuffing his hands into his jacket.

"You gotta admit though, it's not half bad," Steve defended.

"Yeah. Mr C is good at this kinda stuff," Tony agreed.

"Plus this gives us extra credit," Bruce said.

"Yeah, Buck needs that." Steve nodded to a now insulted Bucky.

"Shut your whore mouth, Steve," he replied.

You turned to follow Natasha, hoving to have a quick chat with her, as Wanda walked up to the talking boys.

"I still can't believe Fury said yes to this."

"Said yes?!" Tony asked, "Do you know how happy he was when Mr C asked him if he could do this?"

"Well, that's unexpected," Wanda muttered.

You hopped the last few steps, calling out to Natasha as you did.

"Hey, Nat!" She turned to face you, eyebrows shooting up in a silent question, as to why you stopped her. "Are we still going out tonight?"

"Yeah." She nodded, Pick me up at seven?"

"Definitely."

"Don't be late."

"I wouldn't dream of it," you said continuing to walk with her, out of the auditorium.

Just as you were passing where Mr C, Fury, and Clint were converting excitedly. The small freshman named Peter Parker, who Mr C had recruited to be his assistant, moved from his spot standing awkwardly behind Mr C and had taken a few steps towards you.

"Hey, good job."

"Thanks, kid," You replied, smiling at the awkward boy.

As you walked down the bright hallway, you spotted the two infamous Odinson brothers, bickering by the water dispenser. Also decked out from top to bottom in 50's gear.

"Remember, Mom, said we need to clean our room when we get home," Thor said.

"If I remember correctly. It was just you, who had to clean {your} side of the room."

"Would you please just help me?!"

You snickered at the brothers quarrelling, catching Natasha's attention. She threw you a small smile, taking you by the hand and dragging you from the school.

Well, all in all, you could say that you weren't gonna end up like that play.

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