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So it goes: Chapter 18 - MI x fem!OC

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Summary: Nothing was going as Maggie thought it will be. Everything was actually going wrong, but a little visit makes things better, even if for a while.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Fluff all around, angst because I don’t know how to write anything else, swearing and some smut at the end.

Word count: 9k

A/N: I feel like I say this every single time, but this.is.long. Keeping it short hi to all the new crazy people here. You’re really crazy for spending your time reading this, but it means the world to me. Also, you’ll kind of hate me for this one, even if a little less than you hated me with the previous chapter. I would love if you let me know what do you think it’s gonna happen next with M&M. Okay, thanks for the likes and the love and enjoy!

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Chapter 18 - You in everything.

If the idea of taking a break from the relationship with Michael was supposed to give Maggie some peace of mind, then the idea was failing miserably. Almost two months into it and it wasn’t really helping, but Maggie was trying. Heaven knew she was really trying, but it felt like the universe had another plan. She was trying to go back to her usual and normal routine, but it felt like someone else’s life. Her desk felt like it wasn’t hers to the point that the first day she was back at work, she had to lock herself in the bathroom during lunch break and cry like a baby for a good half minute. It felt weird to work from her desk and not in some hotel room or even the hospitality. It was weird to dress up for more than just one or two days for a meeting and not be in her regular clothes or barefoot in front of her tablet or computer. It felt weird knowing Michael wasn’t going to show up out of nowhere to kiss her head and tell her his opinion on whatever she was designing. It even felt weird to be working in the normal time zone and no in some other country's one. It felt weird being there, knowing she had nowhere to go. There was no London, no Monaco, or other place to go. There was no plane trip to look forward to and no suitcase to pack, so she felt nothing but weird and empty. It was weird and Maggie didn’t like it at all.

She was trying -or at least trying- to focus on everything that wasn’t Michael, but somehow, he was always in the back of her mind. The pictures in her office were still there, so she kept seeing his face every single day. The same thing happened with the pictures on her phone, computer, and tablet. She didn’t have the heart to change her lock-screens or home-screens to put anything that wasn’t him on, so she saw him practically every second. There was no place, landscape or anything more beautiful than his big smile, his shinny eyes and the wrinkles around his eyes when he smiled, so there was really no point in changing the pictures. It was useless even when it was eating her alive slowly. Much of the same happened around her old bedroom and her new apartment. When Maggie went back to Dublin, she wasn’t planning to move at all, but as the days came by, she realized she needed to do it. She didn’t have any problems living with her parents, but she realized she needed a place on her own. She needed a home on her own because she didn’t have one. For Maggie, her home was a mix of places, and people which was fine, but when she went back to Dublin it felt weird at the same time. Home was her parents’ apartment where she was living when she was in Dublin from time to time. It was also Jas and Daniel’s houses and apartments, and then it was Lily’s place, and it was her grandparents' apartment. It was any place in the world she was traveling with her family and any hotel room she was sharing with Michael. Then it was Michael’s apartment. Michael, the sweetest man on earth who gave her the keys to his home so she could also make it hers. That was their plan and they knew it was gonna happen someday, but meanwhile Maggie needed to know what it was like to be on her own. Home was never a place, but now she needed one where she could settle completely and decorate entirely. After years of having her things scattered all over the place and in different countries, Maggie needed her own little space, even if for some time. What she wasn’t expecting was for her grandparents to fix her issue. Maggie was really thinking about saving money and then renting some studio or a one-room apartment, but they changed her plans. Esme and André decided to move to Jas’ old room and leave the apartment to Maggie. Aoife said it was David’s idea to bring her parents to live with them, David said it was Esme’s idea, and Jas’ was acting like she had no clue who had the original idea, but Maggie cried like a baby when André and Esme told her. They said it was perfectly fine and understandable she needed a place of her own. They said she needed to focus, but most importantly, that she needed to find who she really was before she and Michael gave it another try to their relationship. Maggie cried like a baby when it happened and then she hugged her grandparents for what it felt like forever, but it didn’t feel like it was long enough. Maggie was happy, and excited, but on the inside, she was nothing but a big mess. It didn’t matter if she got new furniture or if she put some beautiful paper on the wall; everything made her think about Michael. He was in everything, from her clothes to her pens, music, and the things that were decorating her place. The Valentine’s roses were there, the cacti were right under the windows of the living room, the sheets smelled like lavender for the bed spray that he got her to help her sleep, the clothes she stole from him were on her closet, the golden necklace with the M was still around her neck and even the tattoo on her arm was a constant reminder of them. Maggie was really trying to focus on her, but there was nothing in that apartment that didn’t scream his name. There was not a single thing she didn’t buy thinking if he was going to like it. Maggie was trying to make it work for her and during the day it almost worked, but the worst part always came at night. Coming home to an empty apartment was harder than she expected. At the beginning it wasn’t that bad because she had too many things to do. She needed to organize everything, so that kept her mind busy. But as things started to get in place around the apartment, her head started to get messier. At first the bed didn’t fell that big simply because she was so tired that she would fall asleep as soon as she was done organizing things, but as time passed, it somehow became bigger and bigger. When she came back to Dublin, she used to cry herself to sleep every single night. She felt terrible and missed Michael so much that everything hurt, then the crying stopped because she would fall asleep before she would have time to think about it, but one day the tears came back. Going to bed alone was terrible. Not having Michael to tell her to stop looking at her phone before bed was weird. Not seeing him with his glasses and his Kindle sitting in bed felt wrong. But nothing was as bad as not being able to snuggle by his side, using his chest as her personal pillow, having his arms around her body and turning around at night to kiss him before going back to sleep. At some point she thought she was done with the crying. Maggie thought there were no more tears, but one night right after one phone call with Michael, it all came back to her. He called as part of their twice-a-week calls to catch up; it was partially to let Maggie know they were already in Mexico and to ask how she was, but after that update they ended up talking about everything but that, exactly like they did every single time. It was fine, it was all fine, and she was giggling at all his silly jokes because nobody ever made her laugh and smile as Michael did, but the issue came when the call ended. The silence came and she had no idea what to do except hug a pillow and cry herself to sleep just like the first days without Michael around. She knew it wasn’t a break-up; she knew Michael still loved her, and she knew it was a matter of time for them to go back together, but it wasn’t easy. Not when she was so used to being with him almost every weekend, or when they always had an exact date to see each other again. Things didn’t become easier when his birthday came. They barely got to talk because it was race day. They just texted and she promised to call him later, but with the time difference it didn’t happen and she felt terrible. She missed him and the hole she was feeling in her chest wasn’t going anywhere.

She missed Michael so much that she thought it was all a dream when she opened the door that Monday afternoon. She opened the door and there he was, Michael Italiano in the flesh. And there it was Maggie, asking herself again, how could someone be so beautiful and how she could be so stupid and so broken. Plus, she was wearing his hoodie, because some things never change. She was a mess, just changed from her work clothes to a pair of leggings, a shirt and his hoodie, her makeup all gone and her hair in a messy bun. She knew Michael had seen her like that before, he had seen her worse than that, but that wasn’t how Maggie wanted him to see her after two months. No when he looked perfect. Because that was exactly how she had to describe it: perfect. “Hi sweetheart” he smiled, breaking the silence as Maggie was still trying to process what was happening. She was frozen, still holding the door half open as her jaw was hanging because she just couldn’t believe it. He was there. Michael was there. “What are you doing here?” Maggie finally asked, trying to make sense of what was happening while asking the most obvious but the most stupid question that ever existed. If Maggie said she wasn’t expecting him to be there every single time someone knocked at her door or every time the doorbell rang, she would be lying. Even when she knew he was in another country, she was wishing it was him; but it never happened, not until that day. “I would like to say I’m here because I love Dublin, which I do because it's a beautiful place, but let's be honest, I’m not a fan of the shitty weather. So, yeah, I clearly came to see you” Michael shrugged, still waiting for Maggie to let him come in. When she didn’t move from the door, he spoke again. “I mean, if you’re not busy or if you don’t have company” “I just- Damn, sorry, come in. I-I... Fuck” she rambled, trying to find the words to say, but instead she just moved to a side to finally let him walk in. After Maggie closed the door behind them, she still wasn’t really reacting. Michael was supposed to be in Qatar, back in London or flying from one day to the other. He never said a thing about going there; neither did Daniel or Jas. Maggie was planning to call them as soon as she could to ask why the hell they hadn’t said a thing to her, but that could wait. Every single thing in the universe could wait, and all Maggie could do was look at him. Michael was looking at the living room, and she was just looking at his back, considering pinching herself to believe what was happening. He looked happy to see the apartment. He looked beautiful even with the short hours of sleep she could figure he had, and she was absolutely tongue-tied, so he was the one to speak. “So, this is the new cav- What the bloody hell happened to your hand, Margaret?” Michael asked when he turned around and saw the wristband on her left hand. Maggie was so distracted looking at him that she completely forgot about it and it was impossible to hide it or deny she had anything, but at least she could try to change the story. “I fell walking” she lied, hiding her hand on the sleeve of her hoodie. “Bullshit. I know you; I know you’re lying. What happened?” he insisted, leaving his jacket and the bag he was carrying right over the coffee table. She didn’t move away from Michael as he moved the sleeve up to look at her hand and inspect it. She also couldn’t keep dying or keep lying because he knew it was all a big lie, so she just made the version short and simple. “I was putting on my helmet, some stupid dude didn’t see me as he was going on reverse with his car; he pushed me and Belle and we fall on the floor. That’s it” she finally explained. Maggie didn’t want to admit what happened because she knew Michael hated her Vespa. Every single time Maggie was in Dublin he would get extra worried because he knew she would go around driving. No matter how much Maggie insisted that she was careful, no matter how much she insisted she was fine, Michael was always extra worried. Even when Maggie decided to call her Belle, Michael still hated it. She was planning to keep the little incident a secret that nobody needed to know, but Michael coming to visit changed all her plans. “That goddamn Vespa. I should have thrown that thing into the ocean the first chance I had," he exclaimed, looking from her arm to her face. Maggie didn’t need to read minds to know he was absolutely pissed. It was all over his face and especially on the frown that was there, and all Maggie wanted to do was kiss it away. "I’m fine, Mike. And Belle is fine too, even if you don’t care cause you hate her. It’s just a cracked wrist, so the doctor said I'll live” she joked, but when he didn’t smile, she poked his cheek with her index finger trying to make him let loose. “C’mon, don’t be grumpy. Are you going to tell me what are you doing here?” “The boss told me to get the day off as my birthday present and his wonderful lady told me that she had everything under control for the day, so here I am. But I guess you ain’t that happy to see me cause I haven’t seen you in two bloody months, but I don’t get one single hug. You forgot about me that fast, Margaret?” Michael asked, finally a little smirk appearing on his face as he looked down at her with those shinny eyes that she loved so much. “Fuck, no. I’m sorry! Come here, you crazy Australian” she stated, and as soon as Michael let her arm go, she was hugging him. She could never forget his hugs; she couldn’t do it, not even in a million years, but for some reason it was better than she remembered. He was warm and smelled as perfect as always. As soon as she felt his arms around her body, it was like a breeze of fresh air came to her lungs and Maggie took a chance to take a deep breath and let it go. It was like being home for a long time. It was the first time she really let it go after those two long months of holding it up. “It's so good to see you” she whispered against his shoulder. “It's good to see you too, sweetheart. It's been a really long minute” he murmured, practically hiding his face in the crook of her neck. They stayed like that until Maggie let him go, not because she wanted to, but because she knew that with their height difference his back was probably uncomfortable. When they weren’t on their weird break, it was as simple as Michael lifting Maggie in his arms to be able to hug more comfortably, but now things were different. When he moved his arms from around her waist, she automatically missed the feeling, but she didn’t do a thing. Instead, she looked up at him as he spoke again. “How are you?”

“I’m okay” she shrugged, and again, that was a lie. “I’ve known you for three years, and I know when you’re lying. I also know when you don’t want to talk about something, so I’ll drop it for now. Just know I’m here if you wanna get it out of your head” “I know, but I’m really glad to see you, so let’s leave it for another day” Maggie nodded and smiled at Michael, but she instantly change the subject. “What’s in the bag, by the way?” Maggie wondered, pointing with her head to the bag that Michael had left over the table. “Open it” he insisted, and Maggie did as he said. She wasn’t expecting to find at least ten small perfectly arranged containers with food. Food that somehow, she could recognize Michael made. She could recognize his food with eyes closed, so she knew, but before she could ask why, he kept talking. “Its food for you to freeze and actually have decent meals in your refrigerator. I know if I open it now there’s gonna be beer, Coke, wine, some leftovers from some takeout. And I’m sure that if I open any door in the kitchen there’s gonna be a lifetime supply of noodles, so I made that this morning” “Are you kidding me, right?” she wondered, thinking it was a joke, but she could see in his face that it wasn’t. Not only did he have to be the best lover and boyfriend; he also had to be the best friend and human being in the entire universe. “No, Mags, I’m not kidding. Look, you’re the most wonderful woman in this world, and no, you can’t fight me. I’ll die on that path, because you are the best” Michael affirmed, pointing right at her before she could complain. “But let's be honest, cooking ain’t your thing. And it's perfectly fine, because I don’t think it would be fair to the rest of the world if you also cooked. Besides, I love cooking for you, so all good” he finished explaining and shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. Maggie was astonished. She was still standing right beside the table, perfect container with vegetables, and who knows what else in her hand, looking straight at Michael, who looked nothing but please for what he did. He was right there in the middle of the living room, arms crossed in his chest, and he looked so perfect that Maggie wanted to run and kiss him for the rest of the month. She wanted to kiss him for the rest of her life, but she did nothing except look at him. “You seriously came all the way here to cloudy, rainy Dublin and you spent your morning cooking for me? After your birthday? Really?” she wondered again, trying to comprehend what was happening. She was really trying to comprehend that Michael did that for her, but her brain wasn’t really functioning. “In the middle I had lunch with your grandparents, but yeah, pretty much” Michael shrugged again, like it was nothing. It took Maggie a second to leave everything and go straight to hug him again. This time she didn’t even bother to place her arms around her arms around his neck; she just hugged his waist and stayed with her head resting against his chest. That’s everything she needed and all she could think about was thanking him, but knowing Michael, Maggie knew it was enough. “Goddamn, you’re out of your mind” “Maybe I am” he stated, placing his arms around her body and kissing the top of her head and stroking her head carefully. “Okay, I might be out of my mind, but I’m seeing a cat coming from the hallway and jumping to the couch” And that was her clue to let him go and turn around because she needed to give some explanation. “You’re not crazy, there’s a cat on the couch” Maggie nodded, not really knowing what to say as she looked at the blonde, longhaired car trying to get comfortable on Maggie’s beloved velvet dark green shell sofa. “Her name is Elizabeth, by the way. She’s two years old. She loves naps, humans, and cuddles. Also, her favorite is when someone scratches her head”

“Do we have a cat now? Why you didn’t you tell me a thing?” Michael questioned as he walked to the couch, kneeling right in front of Elizabeth to scratch her head. Just like Maggie said, the cat started to move her head closer to Michael’s hand looking absolutely pleased with the pettings she was receiving. On the other side, Maggie was trying to not die for the image of the man she loved scratching her new pet, and for the fact that Michael said ‘we’. There still was a ‘we’ and she felt like somehow a weight came out of her shoulders. “We do” Maggie affirmed, smiling slightly to herself. “And I’m sorry, but I had no time to tell you. It happened too fast and it was just yesterday. Besides, I know you’re a dog person and, in my defense, I thought you were busy or in Qatar on a plane on the way to London” “We’ll talk about this later” he responded as he sent her a look. Maggie knew he wasn’t mad for the whole ‘I adopted a cat without you knowing’ but more for the fact that she thought he was too busy to care about her. “Hi Elizabeth. Hi, sweetheart” he greeted the blond animal, still scratching her, all while Elizabeth wagged her fluffy tail. “Wow, you can start picking another nickname, old man!” Maggie interrupted as she heard his words. It was more than ridiculous to act like that for Michael calling a cat with her nickname, but it was an automatic response and she couldn’t even help it. “The old man thing was absolutely unnecessary and uncalled. Right, Liz? Yes, it was. You really are a cute cuddly thing, ain’t you? Yes, you’re a cutie. I’m Michael, by the way. I’m your-” Michael suddenly stopped, clearly thinking of the next word to use, but clearly, he couldn’t come up with any. “Yeah, we’ll figure that out later. Where did you get her?” he asked Maggie, who was still dealing with how adorable he looked sitting on the floor, talking to Elizabeth as if she was a baby. There was something absolutely hilarious about seeing such a huge man acting like that and how he was acting like he didn’t whisper ‘I guess I’m your dad’ to Elizabeth, completely ignoring the fact that Maggie heard him. “Remember Amy? My friend from work?” she asked, and when Michael nodded, she kept talking. “Well, you know she had a baby, but turns out the baby was allergic to cats and she had to give Liz away. She basically talked me into taking her because Liz already knew me, so here we are. Besides, my therapist told me about getting a pet and Liz is an actual sunshine potato couch, so I couldn’t say no” she explained, giving him the short version of the story.

“She’s all soft, she loves naps, cuddles, getting her head scratched, and she clearly loves me so it's like a cat version of you” “Now you mentioned it, how’s it going with your therapist?” “It was good. I mean, she gave me the idea to adopt a pet but then shit went wrong” Maggie started as she sat right beside Elizabeth on the sofa. “Last time I saw her she told me ‘Maybe you don’t really love Michael’. I was like ‘What are you talking about?’ because I thought maybe she wanted to say something different, but her answer was ‘Maybe you don’t love each other, but you have chemistry and big sexual attraction’. My answer was ‘Maybe I should really get a new therapist’ so I’m looking for a new one” “Good. You definitely don’t need her. I never heard of anything as ridiculous as that” “Imagine my face when I hear it” Maggie agreed, looking from Elizabeth to Michael. “I still can’t believe you came all the way from Qatar after your birthday” she whispered, not being able to hold herself and moving her hand to stroke his cheek. “I couldn’t spend it with you and heaven knows there’s no one else I'd rather spend my birthday with, so here I am with my favorite girl. And our new kid” he smiled, placing his hand over hers and moving his face enough to kiss her palm. “Damn, it's really good to see your face, Italiano” she insisted, and it wasn’t the last time that day that Maggie was going to say it. “Are you staying for dinner? We can make a late dinner celebration. Even if I’m absolutely pissed cause I sent your present to London because I thought you were going to be there” Maggie spent months secretly planning his present. She spent months thinking about finally making the perfect illustration for that white wall that he had in his living room. She spent months working on it, designing it, and finally printing it and framing it. She was absolutely proud of it. She was always more than hard on herself with everything, but especially with her job, so she wanted it to be perfect and somehow it was. Maggie also knew Michael loved all her work and even the silly little doodles that she made on every single piece of paper she could put her hands on –and sometimes even on his arms–, so he was going to like it. If he kept in a box every single draw he made for him, no matter how small it was, then he was going to like it and put it on the wall, but this time she loved it too. What wasn’t in her plans, was Michael ruining her plan in some sort of way. She planned everything so he would receive it exactly that Monday, but now it wasn’t going to happen for the next couple of days. “I don’t need presents, especially not from you. And I guess I’m staying. We’re having noodles?” he joked, which made Maggie pinch his cheek with her fingers. “Go to hell” she smiled, hitting his cheek with one finger as she finally let his face go. “Wanna get pizza? We can open some beers and call it a home warming and birthday party. Cmon, grumpy, y’know I love pizza. Don’t blame me or my Italian soul” Maggie insisted because she could see the frown on his face and how his brain was probably thinking ‘I spent my morning cooking for her and now she wants a bloody pizza’. “You’re the least Irish and most Italian girl in the world” “That’s probably cause I spent the last couple years surrounded by half-Italian dudes, e sai che è vero, cara mia” she affirmed with the proudest grin on her face because her Italian wasn’t as bad as she thought it was. “Yeah, I’ve been practicing again. I know this guy and his dad is Italian, so I gotta be on the level” “You’re ridiculous” Michael smiled back at her, grabbing her hand and kissing it again. “And you’re insane. I’m gonna go make tea so we can catch up. You both get comfy and used to each other” she stated, ruffling Elizabeth and Michael’s hair, one with each hand, even if she had to deal with the wristband on her left arm. The tea was a very silly excuse to get away for a minute and breathe something that wasn’t his cologne. Even with that, Maggie went to the kitchen with a smile on her face. There was something about the little touches and the way he was still saying her nickname that made her feel dizzy. It was like coming and going, never too close, but never too far. It was like a mouse and a cat, but in this case, nobody knew who was who. Maggie liked to be the cat, but how she loved to be the mouse. They didn’t say a thing as she boiled the water. Maggie was trying to focus on the music playing on the back and how Michael was talking softly to Elizabeth to ignore how badly she wanted to be finally caught by him. She did everything in her power to calm down and not run to him, even if it was extremely hard. The only thing she had to focus on was the simple assignment of getting the cups and tea bags ready as she sang softly, but Michael interrupted her speaking from the living room. “This is for baby Ric, right? Damn, when I say you’re the most talented woman in the world, I’m not joking, Margaret. This is absolutely beautiful”

“You mean the paintings? Yeah, they’re for her room. Actually, it’s for whichever room she’s gonna have” she explained. She knew Michael was looking at the three canvas she had left on the table. She was still working on them, but two of them were almost finished. Maggie didn’t want to do something typical baby pink, so she went with some pink, but also with the future parents’ favorite colors. In them there wasn’t the typical baby figures but a very cool and colorful representation of their family and the things they loved, so her niece would always remember where she came from and what made her family so amazing. The paintings were going to be a surprise for Jas and Daniel at Christmas, but she was so excited that she doubted her willpower to hide them for another month. “I’m just too excited to meet her. And spoiling her it's our duty as godparents” Maggie answered back from the kitchen, putting water inside the cups as she spoke. “You mean to spoil the hell out of her even if she isn’t born yet?” She couldn’t help but laugh as she walked back to the living room with both cups in her hands, one carefully held with the fingers of her left hand. They both were more than ready and planning from day one on how to spoil their future goddaughter, so Michael already knew the answer. “Absolutely” she smiled, leaving the cups over the coffee table. As soon as Maggie sat, her eyes got caught in the way Michael was scratching his waist, making Maggie suddenly forget about the topic they were talking about. “I bet you regret getting that thing on my birthday” she pointed at his arm. She wasn’t talking about the watch on his wrist; she was talking about the small tattoo on it. She had the same one in the exact same place because they got it on her birthday. They both drunk, Cam’s boyfriend was a tattoo artist and it was just a simple equation. It started as a joke, but when Maggie realized, they were drawing a small heart for each other. All her friends were pretty much drunk; the one who was more sober was Daniel because he was in the middle of racing season, and then Michael was the next one for the same reason. Maggie didn’t even realize she was getting tattooed as they kissed while it happened. She was sitting on his boyfriend’s lap while he was grabbing a handful of her hair and holding her tight with his hands, keeping her in place, even if Maggie wasn’t planning to move. She didn’t even feel the needle on her arm as Michael’s hands moved over her, but especially when their lips and tongues moved together as if nobody was there. Same thing happened when Michael got tattooed, but that time she was the one grabbing every part of him she could reach as they kept making out. The little heart was her favorite tattoo so far, not only because Michael drew it for her, but because of the moment. It was her party, her friends were there, everyone was happy, and the man she loved was kissing there, so everything was in peace in the world. The next morning it was absolutely hilarious to wake up hangover, naked and tattooed, and they swore to never say a thing to their future children about that night, but they were absolutely happy. But for the last two months that little tattoo hiding in her skin was another reminder of her love for and with Michael. It was one of the things that kept her going, but it was also one of the things that hurt the most.

“Not even a bit. We were drunk, but it was good fun. I mean, how many times can I wake up naked in bed, with a terrible hangover and a heart tattooed on my wrist?” he asked while looking down at his wrist after moving down his watch, just enough to see the ink on his skin. “Depends” Maggie joked, but she knew she wouldn’t do that without anyone but him. “When are you flying back to London?” she suddenly asked, with a pinch of curiosity and fear coming from inside her as she drank a sip of her tea to pretend she was okay. She didn’t want to know, but she had to. “Tomorrow morning” She needed to know, but it hurt. “What time do you leave tomorrow?” That was gonna hurt even more. “I left my suitcases at DR and Jas’s place, so I’ve to pick it up from there first, and then I gotta be at the airport at 8, so I’m leaving really early” Michael explained, doing as Maggie and drinking from his cup. The most complicated thing was how they both were assuming Michael wasn’t going to go anywhere that night. She didn’t want him to go, but she also knew if he stayed all their plans were gonna disappear out of the windows. They had a pact about trying to not kiss or have sex until they went back together. It was supposed to be part of the rules of their time apart, but knowing them it was a matter of time for that pact to be ruined. There was no need to spend the night under the same roof and nothing was happening between them. Maggie promised herself to at least try, but it was going to be a long, complicated night. “I’m driving you there” Maggie affirmed, not even thinking about it twice, neither thinking about the consequences or their history with airports. “No, sweetheart, there’s no need. I’m leaving way before you wake up” he insisted. “Doesn’t matter. I can drive you there and then go to work. I can take dad’s car because your suitcases don’t fit in Belle” Maggie kept pushing, but then the realization hit her and her heart broke a bit. “Oh. You don’t want me to take you, don’t you?” “It’s not that, Maggie”

Then the tea cups were left and forgotten on the coffee table. She knew it was silly, but it took her just a couple of words to want to run and hide. It took her a second to start panicking out of nothing. Maggie knew he didn’t mean that, but she couldn’t help to feel her heart even heavier as it started to race like crazy. She also felt her breathing getting accelerated, so she took a deep breath to calm down, but it was almost useless. It was useless, so she invited the first lie that came to her mind to run away from there, even if just for a second. “I-I’m gonna… I gotta- I’m going to the kitchen to get something to eat” she stuttered, scratching the back of her head. “Baby, it's not that” he started to explain, but she didn’t even wait for it. Maggie got up from the couch with a jump, but before she could go away, Michael grabbed her healthy wrist. “Hey, don’t run away from me, c’mon” he practically begged, looking up at her with the biggest puppy eyes. Of course it worked.

Then something in the air changed. For some reason Maggie walked closer to him, but she wasn’t expecting anything. She just stood there with Michael’s hand still wrapped carefully around her wrist. They just looked at each other as his thumb stroked her skin, fingertip moving right over the small heart on her skin. They didn’t say a thing, but it was kind of magical how the silence was never uncomfortable between them. Not even in the worst and most complicated moments it was uncomfortable because they just loved to be in each other’s company. It was like that from the beginning, and it was still like that, even when they were something without a name. Just when Maggie was thinking about something to say, Michael moved. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to hide his head right under her hoodie. If she had been wearing one of her hoodies he wouldn’t have fit, but considering that was his, it was big enough for him to get his head and shoulders there. It was a ridiculous scene, but Maggie couldn’t blame him because that’s exactly what she wanted to do.

She had no idea for how long they stayed like that, her hands scratching his head and stroking his back over the piece of cloth as his head rested against her body, arms firmly around to body to keep her in place so it was impossible for her to run. She wasn’t going to, but he made sure it was really impossible. Maggie gave him time, not wanting to ruin his little bubble. She knew how, uncountable times, that little bubble was what kept them going, but as Michael hid against her body, she couldn’t help but break the silence. “Come out of there and talk to me? I’m the one who always freaks out for small things, remember?” Maggie asked in a whisper, trying to sound as soft as possible, not wanting to push him if he wanted to stay there. She thought he wasn’t going to get out for a long while, but he actually did. His hair was a beautiful messy thing that she automatically tried to fix and put back in place as she smiled sweetly at him. After that she didn’t move her hands away, and neither did he. Michael stroked slowly and carefully her lower back, clearly being careful of not overstepping any boundaries with his fingers, while Maggie moved her fingers over his cheeks and jaw, internally fighting with herself and the urgency of kissing him. There was nothing she wanted more than to kiss him, to put a smile back on his face, but she did nothing as Michael talked.

“Once I leave, I won’t see you for months. I don’t even know when I’ll see you again, and I hate that. I don’t want that” he finally admitted, puppy eyes shining as he looked up at her. Even after two months Michael was still looking at Maggie as if she was the one who hung the stars in the sky for him, which only made her want to kiss him more. “Hey, Olivia is gonna be born at the end of January or beginning of February, so that’s a deadline. We’ll see each other there, maybe even sooner” she cooed him, knowing the last part was probably a big lie. “I’ll be in Perth, sweetheart” he remembered, knowing perfectly fine that thanks to restrictions Maggie couldn’t go. Not even Jas could, so Daniel was staying, but Michael and Blake were leaving. “I know. And that’s why you won’t be thinking about me. You’ll be busy spending time with your family and friends. You’ll be playing golf and not getting tanned on the coolest beaches that exist. God, I wish I could do that” she smiled, cupping his cheeks carefully between her hands. “Maybe next year?” “Maybe next year” And there was nothing than Maggie wanted more than to see that happen. “You still make me nervous, y’know? Every time I see you, I get all these butterflies in my stomach. It's been three years since we met and it doesn’t go away. The butterflies are still there and it just gets worse when you look at me” Michael confessed out of nowhere, making her legs her like jelly in no time. Michael never said that. He never said anything about Maggie making him nervous, not when they were sleeping together, not when they were dating. He was always so calm and composed that she never imagined that. Maggie always saw him as a huge, wonderful, strong, beautiful man who was scared of almost anything, but who would do anything to protect the people he loved, and especially her. He was just so big compared to her that Maggie never imagined her small person making him nervous. She couldn’t comprehend how it happened, but she totally understood. The butterflies in her stomach where still there every time she saw him. With time she managed to control them and got used to the crazy feeling, but they were always there. They were always there, even at that moment. “You’re the most wonderful man in the world. It's been three damn years since we met and I still think that. That’s one of the reasons why I’m a selfish bastard and I asked you to wait for me”

“You’re not selfish, Mags. I’m waiting for you because I want to and because I love you. We talked about it more than once. Things didn’t change, so don’t say that” Michael insisted, moving his hands from her lower back to her hips. It was a normal thing for him to move his hands over her sides. It was absolutely normal for him to let his fingers wonder from her hips to her ribs, and she knew it was an automatic movement, but it took the air out of her lungs, both in the good and the bad way. “Shit, forget to tell you about it” Maggie hissed, which made Michael move his hands back to her waist. “You hit your ribs with the Vespa too?” he asked as his face became full of concern. “What? No. It's this” Maggie explained, lifting her hoodie and shirt up. Just like she didn’t tell him about Elizabeth or her wrist, she didn’t tell him about her new tattoo. Three days earlier she decided to continue the flowers on her ribs, making some more on the underside of her breast and her sternum. They were bigger than the ones on the side of her ribs and were exactly twenty-five, just like the ones from Valentine's Day. Maggie knew Michael wasn’t counting at all. He was with his jaw hanging, eyes glued to the still fresh ink as Maggie held her clothes up enough to cover her breast. It was stupid, considering he knew her naked body probably better than she did, but she knew that doing it was going to be a one-way trip. “Holy shit. Can I?” he asked for permission, fingers waiting for her approval to touch it. When Maggie nodded, she left to take a shaky breath thanks to the touch of his fingertips moving against her body. “It's beautiful. You’re absolutely beautiful. You’re absolutely beautiful” he murmured, running his fingers carefully over the flowers. Maggie had no idea why, but she moved. Her brain was absolutely drunk by the feeling of Michael touching her body again, that she didn’t think about what she was really doing until it was done; then it was too late. It was one simple move that changed everything. Instead of sitting over both his legs like she would normally do, Maggie took the very bad and unconscious decision to sit on just his right one. It was one simple move that made Michael get his leg between hers. Suddenly he had his tight against the place Maggie was dying him to be for the last two months. “It’s up to you if you wanna move” Michael murmured, holding her in his arms tentatively, probably ready to let her go if she wanted to.

To say Maggie was petrified was an understatement. After two long, terrible months, his lips were ghosting over hers and Maggie practically forgot how to breathe. “I’m not gonna do anything if you don’t want to” “I want you, sweetheart. I’ll always do”

Just like their first time together in Vegas, Maggie answered his questions with actions. She started to move slowly, with Michael guiding the movements of her hips slowly to not rush things while the friction and pressure against her clit sent shivers all around her body. Even with the layers of clothes between them, Maggie was in heaven. She was slowly building a pace as Michael looked at her to see when they had found the perfect one. And when they did it was pure magic. Nothing felt as good as him, not her hands, not her toys. Nothing was as good as feeling Michael against her body, even if she was just riding his tight. He turned her into a mess of moans in no time. He was holding her so tightly that Maggie was convinced he could break her at any second. Maggie couldn’t care less if Michael did it because she knew that if he did it, he was also the only one who could put the pieces back together. She wanted him to break her so he could put her back together with hugs and kisses. That night Maggie thought she knew what desperation was. She thought they both knew it. She remembered those nights hiding in hotel rooms after weeks or months of not seeing each other. She remembered how it felt like they were back on square one again and again, practically playing hide and seek to catch the other. She remembered the feeling of finally ending the games was and how wonderful it was to catch each other, desperate to be together and ripping each other’s clothes. This time it was more of the same, but she was desperate to get some relive, knowing after that she could finally get what she really wanted. She just needed to cum to finally be able to rip if clothes off. Then she moved faster and harder. She wanted to rip his clothes off, but also beg him to do the same with hers so he could finally fuck her against the first surface they could fine, but she couldn’t speak. The whimpers and moans were the only thing that were coming from her mouth, followed but only his name, and occasionally, some more begging. She was also the one who grabbed his right hand, but didn’t say a thing as she placed it on her breast. Michael knew perfectly what to do, so he made her moan even more as he started to play with her hard nipples. But as Maggie moved forwards and backwards again and again, she realized they hadn’t kissed yet. She imagined it was because Michael liked it when she begged for it, but this was more than torture. But more than that, for some reason it seemed like both of them were scared of going for it first and taking the first step. She knew it couldn’t be because one of them was terrified of doing it wrong; it was simply because they knew they had to let each other go, and there was nothing more terrifying and harder than that. It was hard back in the day when they had no idea they were in love, so now it was just worse. With all the things that were happening, she knew it was gonna be worse to get away from him after a kiss than an orgasm, so Maggie just waited. But what a fucking tease he was. “Fuck, baby, love when the neighbors know my name because of you” he smiled, grabbing a handful of her hair as she kept moving, distracting Maggie from her thoughts with kisses all around her neck. “Not fair. You don’t live here. I’m the one who’s gonna get in trouble after this" Maggie was able to say between moans, hands holding onto him, feeling like her life was depending on it. “Don’t live here yet” he clarified, and then Maggie had what she wanted. Yet. Michael said ‘yet’ and Maggie wanted to yell, but out of happiness. Riding his leg was a wonderful feeling, but there was nothing compared to kissing him after two months. She knew how it was, how it felt and how it tasted, but somehow it felt like a not-so-old memory. Somehow it felt like their first kiss all over again, but this time knowing how it was and what to expect. It wasn’t like the other times when they knew it was going to happen soon or later in some part of the weekend; this time she wasn’t expecting him there, but she wouldn’t change a thing. Not the feeling of kissing him again like the first time, even if it was nothing like that crazy night in Vegas. That kiss felt like the first one they should have given each other way before that. It felt like the one they didn’t have on the airplane. It was soft, but so needy and loving and raw at the same time. It was so amazing that Maggie almost forgot to keep moving. Almost.

His kisses, his hands holding and playing with her, and the constant praising and encouraging words were all Maggie needed to reach her orgasm and damn, how it hit her. She was sure she left marks all around his back for her nails scratching as she held him. She felt pathetic for finishing so damn fast and in his leg, but at the same time she couldn’t care less. “That was so damn good to see. You’re seriously the most beautiful thing in this world, sweetheart” Michael affirmed, holding her tightly as she came back, all while covering her in kisses. He knew perfectly fine that she loved that, so that’s exactly what he did until Maggie was able to think again. “Are you sure you gotta go back tomorrow?? I can call your boss and tell him to give you an extra day” she asked, still out of air and trying to compose herself. When Michael squeezed her tighter against his body was when Maggie knew he was going to say no. He never said a thing, but she could imagine it was like a way for him to make sure she wasn’t going to go away. “I have too. I’ve got work, baby” “I could always make you lose your flight. Payback for London” she insisted, going to his neck to place kisses in every inch she could find. It wasn’t going to work, but it was worth trying. “Don’t ask twice, sweetheart” “Then can I take you to the airport? Please? I’ll behave. I won’t cry” she begged, but the ‘no tears’ promise was a big lie. At some point she was going to cry like a baby. It happened every single time one of them was going away from each other. Maggie always teared up, even if they were going to be away from each other for two weeks. She couldn’t help it for some reason and thought it was gonna get better with time, but it never did.

“It's not that, sweetheart. I just don’t trust myself. I know I’ll try every single thing to ask you to come with me and that’s not what you need, so I rather leave when you’re still asleep. No risk of stupid questions. That way I can convince myself to keep the question for the next time I see you” Michael explained, moving her hair away from her face and stroking her face as if she was a precious thing made of crystal.

“When I saw you’re a smart man, this is what I mean, Italiano. You’re the smart one in this relationship” Maggie stated, stealing a short, loving kiss. Maggie hated how much sense it made. She hated having to agree, but it was the best option. “I really like your place, by the way” he confessed out of nowhere, looking around the living room that was full of their pictures, especially on one of the shelves of the library. Everything was full of them around there. “I mean, you helped me pick up the wallpaper so…” Maggie shrugged, ignoring the wetness between her legs. “I know what you’re thinking, yknow?” she asked, running her fingers through his short hair. “And what am I thinking?” he asked back, moving her impossibly closer to his body, even if they were already chest against chest. “You wish it was our place” she guessed. By the way he raised his eyebrows, she hit right on the spot. If they weren’t on a break because of her, that would be their place. That could have been their place, but Maggie was a mess. All that should have been theirs, but it wasn’t and it hurt, so she knew it was hurting Michael, too. “It will be one day” he affirmed hopefully, kissing her just once before he kept talking. “Meanwhile, it’s my girlfriend’s place. And right now I’m gonna take you to make a tour around the apartment cause I need to see your room and that new tattoo from way closer” My girlfriend. She couldn’t help but giggle as Michael got up from the couch, carrying her like it was nothing. She couldn’t help but giggle even more as he made silly comments about how much he liked the place and the renovation she did. But behind the giggles and smiles, Maggie couldn’t stop thinking that her apartment was never going to be a home, no if Michael wasn’t there. After all, and like the song said ‘a house is not a home’, not if they weren’t together.

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dobbiamo-capire · 2 years

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Just a little something about myself that no one’s going to read so I won’t be a total stranger on this site

✨ online I go by Loki bc for me it’s gender neutral, I don’t mind ‘girl’ or other feminine nouns since my biggest issues are with written italian (infatti usate il troncato o l’asterisco se volete parlarmi in italiano grz)

✨I follow F1 since FOREVER but I still remember races from 2012 so that’s the year I usually say when I started watching F1 seriously. But I watched it in person only once in 2013, since then I was very unlucky until Imola this year (and I was unlucky but in a different way sigh)

✨Love Ferrari (duh), hate Red Bull, but I don’t actually hate any driver of the current grid. That may change when they’re going to say something bad about Ferrari, but rn no one is in my hate list (some of then were lol)

✨also watching Moto GP, but I care more about my babies in Moto3 than the master class, I have il santino di Migno with me every day, unfortunately there’s no ticket to watch only the Moto3 race or I would have watched a lot of races in person (another sad thing). Unpopular italian opinion: I love more the non-VR-46 drivers like Bastianini or Foggia but I still appreciate them

✨I started with tv series’ fandoms, I did conventions and I stopped just before the pandemic. I’m still a Marvel fan (even when they k*lled Loki) and I’m so desperate about the Teen Wolf film, they should have kept it buried and forgotten

✨I’m a stereotypical italian🇮🇹: eat pasta almost every day, pizza every week, mandolino never, love my nation only when we play against another nations, talk with my hands A LOT (once I had to make a video for my international friends just to explain HOW MUCH I move my hands and I couldn’t stop it), every crime against italian food should be illegal

#personal loki

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backyard-alchemist · 10 months

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The Chicken List

NB: when mentioned, "Farmer" is Mathias. Last updated: September 11, 2023.

2022

"Coffee Girls"

[Espresso • Female]

Black Jersey Giant

Lays a large egg, in a medium brown matte color. Sometimes has a pinkish purple bloom but rarely speckled.

Has a single/straight comb and had a fleshier, larger size as a pullet compared to the others. She walks tall.

The boss hen of the Black Jersey Giants. She is not bossy or a bully, but she is decisive.

Is not interested in humans. Would rather eat treats on the ground than in a hand.

Has good evasion and foraging skills. Great mother.

[Macchiato • Female]

Black Jersey Giant.

Lays a large egg, in a medium-light brown color. Sometimes has a dusty bloom.

Has a single comb, a large deep body, and meatier type compared to the others. She is low to the ground.

She is incredibly, so very, absent minded. She pecks at the ground and forgets where the flock is. Bless her heart.

Loves treats and is easily caught. Trusts handlers to lead her, but neutral towards humans otherwise.

Fantastic forager. Would lose to Darwin in the wild.

[Italiano • Female]

Black Jersey Giant

Lays a large, light-brown narrow egg, sometimes with a chalky bloom. Often speckled.

Has a single comb, as a pullet had a skinny body type. Fast metabolism.

So food motivated it's not funny. Easily becomes a rooster's favorite because of this.

Can be lured with treats but prefers Chip's tidbitting. Will calm down after being caught and enjoy lap time.

Great forager, great evasive skills. Unfortunately does not stand up to a roo.

[Frappe • Female]

Buff Orpington.

Lays a large, light brown/tan egg, sometimes with light speckles or calcium spots.

Has a single comb, had an average body type for a pullet. Slow growing, somewhat small for her breed.

Loves people. Will be up under Farmer if given the chance; however, this means she's not as social with her flockmates.

Great temperament, and very handleable. Stands up to roos, even of her own breed.

[Charles Entertainment Chicken • Male]

Buff Orpington.

Harvested on July 24, 2022 (20wks even). Single comb, average body type for a cockerel. Slow growing and had more feathers than meat at 20wks. Thin skinned.

Escape artist. Liked to challenge humans, but didn't see them as a threat. Easily herded by Farmer.

Poor rooster instincts at 20wks. Did not tidbit for the girls' attention nor did he lead well. Poor mounting ability.

Fickle and flighty temperament. Awkward. Little to no fight and might've left "his" hens if it came to fisticuffs.

"Grain Squad"

[SurvivorChip • Male]

Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana).

Single × Pea comb, slightly larger than average as chick and cockerel. Mostly black down with white spots.

HAND-RAISED. The only surviving chick out of four in the brooder. Challenges humans as a result.

Great rooster instincts. Tidbits, treads, and protects hens well. Sick evasive maneuvers. Possibly over-sensitive to "threats."

At least one copy of the feathered leg, ear feather, neck feather, and blue egg genes.

2023

"Flower Power"

[Hollyhock • Female]

Barnyard mix 01

Black Jersey Giant × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Incubator/Test Tube baby - June 21, 2023.

First to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Ear muffs, a beard, and feathered legs. Will be culled from breeding if not otherwise exceptional.

Relatively calm disposition.

[Aster • Male]

Barnyard mix 03

Black Jersey Giant × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Incubator/Test Tube baby - June 21, 2023.

Second to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Feathered legs. Will be culled from breeding if not otherwise exceptional.

Displays.... Boy behavior, yet is more reserved than his brothers.

[Indigo • Female]

Barnyard mix 02

Black Jersey Giant × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Incubator/Test Tube baby - June 21, 2023.

The third to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Ear muffs and feathered legs. Will be culled from breeding if not otherwise exceptional.

Sweet. Is often content to sit in Farmer's hands.

[Hawthorn • Male]

Barnyard mix 04

Buff Orpington × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Incubator/Test Tube baby - June 21, 2023.

Fourth and final chick to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Ear muffs, a beard, and feathered legs. Will be culled from breeding if not otherwise exceptional.

The most socialized because he's a family favorite.

Supposedly, Frappe's daughters should have dark dorsal patterns and light underbellies (countershading). The sons should remain light.

[Maple • Female]

Barnyard mix 05

Buff Orpington × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Espresso's baby; hatched roughly around June 28, 2023.

Presumably the first to hatch. Comb is not yet apparent.

Clean legs. Coloration is ideal.

Clever and avoids Farmer when able. Swift enough to evade getting her 1 week photograph.

[Sycamore • Male]

Barnyard mix 06

Buff Orpington × Olive Egger (Marans × Ameraucana)

Espresso's baby; hatched roughly around June 28, 2023.

Presumably the second to hatch; the smallest of the chicks. Comb is not yet apparent.

Clean legs, though will not likely be the better of Chip's sons.

Fearful of the environment, yet adventuresome and somewhat trusting of Farmer.

Supposedly, Frappe's sons should remain light except for a few black feathers scattered about.

#backyard alchemist #original post #faq #gallus gallus domesticus #chickens #backyard chickens #chicken keeping #farming #the chicken list #the milfland chickens #the coffee girls #the grain squad #flower power chickens

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ao3feed-fyozai · 10 months

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Sinner

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PJReFlh

by pomelvi

Tutto ebbe inizio con gli orologi. Smisero di funzionare. Si immobolozzarono. Dazai sa che il tempo esiste comunque. Lo sa. Ma in qualche modo, è finito prigioniero del russo le cui mani portano morte a tutti se non coloro che la bramano, e non sa come ci è arrivato.

Fyodor dice che è perché è la sua realtà; Dazai non gli crede. Ma più tempo Fyodor trascorre a tirare fuori emozioni che Dazai non ha mai provato prima, più si dimentica chi era e chi dovrebbe essere: un peccatore, soggetto alla punizione che Fyodor porta.

...E proprio quando inizia ad arrendersi, qualcosa di strano accade al russo.

Oppure, Dazai è l'hobby contorto di Fyodor finchè Fyodor inizia a provare qualcosa per errore.

Leggi a tuo rischio e pericolo. ⚠️Include descrizioni estreme e grafiche di traumi, violenza, stupro e abuso psicologico.⚠️ (Ma con un finale soddisfacente, promesso)

Words: 3757, Chapters: 1/39, Language: Italiano

Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), (past relationship)

Additional Tags: Inspired by Killing Stalking, Dazai-Typical Suicide References (Bungou Stray Dogs), Choking, breath play, Violent Sex, Abuse, Abusive Relationships, Top Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Hurt Eventual Comfort, Slow Burn, Captivity, Rape, Rape Recovery, Graphic Description, Dazai is Fyodor's prisoner and he's being mind-fucked, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Psychological Torture, Pain, Self-Hatred, Trauma, Angst, Self-Harm, disturbing imagery, Dazai Osamu is a Mess (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fyodor Dostoyevsky-centric (Bungou Stray Dogs), Explicit Sexual Content, Touch-Starved, mention of anemia, Fyodor Dostoyevsky Being an Asshole (Bungou Stray Dogs), ADA and Port Mafia cameos, References to Canon, Psychopathology & Sociopathy, psychopathic behavior, Suicidal Thoughts, Dazai-Typical Suicide Attempts (Bungou Stray Dogs), Suicide Attempt, Stockholm Syndrome, crippling, ADA cameos, Port Mafia cameos, Whump, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Eventual Happy Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PJReFlh

#fyozai #bungou stray dogs #ao3fyozai #ao3feed #fanfic

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thedisneychef · 11 months

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Indulge in a Classic Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake

I have a confession to make. I don’t eat peanut butter. I don’t eat sandwiches. I don’t eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. When I first heard about this shake, I got queasy. Try as I might, no part of this sounded good. But it is a signature drink, I had the authentic recipe, so I suppose that obligated me to try it. It was painfully easy to make and I was willing to tackle it with an open mind… And I have to say, when all was said and done, this was actually pretty darn good. More Delicious Recipes You Will Love: - Patriot Punch – Liberty Tree Tavern - Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie Recipes – Disney Cruise Lines - Penne Alla Vodka – Mama Melrose’s Ristorante Italiano It was more of a peanut butter flavor then a PB and J, but still the fear that I had that it’d be this nasty jumble of yuck was completely unfounded. I will say though, if I were to do it again (and who am I kidding, I probably will), I’d up the jelly to 4 tablespoons (or 1/4 cup) for just a bit more jelly flavor. I’d also ditch the blender and go for my handy, dandy hand blender. Honestly, when I was making it I knew that I should have used it, but I think the excitement of rediscovering that I actually owned a blender made me throw caution and good sense to the wind. The other observation I heard was that maybe slightly less peanut butter may make it taste slightly better… The nice thing with shakes is that its so easy to tinker with the basic recipe that you can make something for every taste with little-to-no effort. Conclusion In conclusion, the Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake is a delicious and unique twist on a classic childhood favorite. This indulgent milkshake is made with creamy vanilla ice cream, smooth peanut butter, and sweet jelly, resulting in a perfect blend of flavors that is sure to delight your taste buds. Whether you're a fan of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or simply looking for a fun and nostalgic treat, this milkshake is definitely worth a try. The Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake is a perfect treat for a hot summer day, and it's a great way to cool off and indulge in something sweet and satisfying. With its perfect balance of flavors and textures, this milkshake is sure to become a favorite in your dessert rotation. So, if you're looking for a fun and delicious way to satisfy your sweet tooth, be sure to give the Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake a try. In addition to the delicious food and recipes, Disney World is also known for its unique dining experiences, such as character dining and themed restaurants. Whether you want to have breakfast with Mickey Mouse, dine in a replica of a sci-fi drive-in theater at Hollywood Studios, or enjoy a meal with an ocean view at the Coral Reef Restaurant in Epcot, there's something for everyone. And with the help of Recipes Today and the How to Make category, you can even recreate some of these magical dining experiences in your own home. So why not start planning your next Disney-inspired meal or dining experience today? Read the full article

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Hi!! I hope you're doing super well ❤❤ I had this in my mind for a very long time but I was nervous to ask, but now I've got the guts to ask you this! (obviously if you want and can do ;v;) Holly has an italian mother so she can speak italian like (Y/N). They're talking about Jotaro (in italian) in his presence and he's very confused about their conversation but also curious lolol. I'm italian and I thought that this might be a cute fluff oneshot :D Keep up the fantastic work! Luv u ❤❤❤❤❤

REQUEST: Hi!! I hope you're doing super well ❤❤ I had this in my mind for a very long time but I was nervous to ask, but now I've got the guts to ask you this! (obviously if you want and can do ;v;) Holly has an italian mother so she can speak italian like (Y/N). They're talking about Jotaro (in italian) in his presence and he's very confused about their conversation but also curious lolol. I'm italian and I thought that this might be a cute fluff oneshot :D Keep up the fantastic work! Luv u ❤❤❤❤❤

Hello!! I’m sorry this took so long, it’s such a good idea and I never had the inspiration to portray it as it deserved to so I hope you enjoy this (i also used female pronouns, let me know if i should change it for you!) also I used google translate spanish - italian i hope i didn't mess something up heheh thank u so much for requesting this and your encouragement, ti amo!!

Warnings: none, female pronouns, translations at the end.

Jotaro Kujo x Fem! reader

ITALIAN ROOTS

This was not the first time (Y/N) met Holly, they met some months beforehand but it was such a rushed meeting that they barely were able to say “nice to meet you” to each other because of Jotaro’s busy schedule but now it was the first time they actually had the opportunity to sit down and talk. Sitting at the dining table Holly asked a million questions while (Y/N) had a million answers for her, even Jotaro was surprised at how well they were getting along.

He wasn’t paying attention to the conversation but he believed that even if he was he wouldn’t even be part of it anyway. (Y/N) glanced a few times in his direction before continuing with the conversation with Holly who had the biggest smile a woman could have.

Jotaro looked at his phone in his hand and read a few text messages from work, nothing really important. Suddenly Holly gasped and he was quick to turn his attention to whatever made her react like that, (Y/N) had a big smile on her face and Holly looked surprised as she held onto her arms.

“Impossibile, parlo anche italiano!”

He was officially off the hook of the conversation, they were talking in a whole other language now! Jotaro stared at them like they were crazy until he remembered, (Y/N) was italian. They started talking like old friends again, Holly thought for a moment before some sentences but (Y/N) was quick to answer back and what Jotaro thought was helping her with some forgotten words.

Now, Jotaro couldn’t care less about whatever they talked about in whatever language they wanted to do it but the moment they started to talk while looking at him and then giggling messed with his head, were they talking about him?

“Jotaro è l'uomo più bello che abbia mai incontrato.” (Y/N) said looking at him and blushing while Holly clapped her hands together with the biggest smile in her face

“Assomiglia a suo padre!” his mother was quick to add.

Jotaro knew very few Italian words, were they talking about him? He raised a brow and decided to ask, he couldn’t just sit there while they talked about him without knowing what exactly they were saying. Before he could get a word out his mother stood up saying something about dinner being ready and rushing to the kitchen. For a moment the couple was left alone and Jotaro took the opportunity.

“What was that all about?” he asked (Y/N)

“You didn’t tell me your grandmother was italian” she was quick to answer back with a smile “She got really excited about me being italian, she’s really sweet”

“I didn’t think it was relevant” he shrugged “I heard my name”

(Y/N) blushed but didn’t give him an answer and that didn’t help the fact that he wanted to know what the hell they were saying about him

“It wasn’t anything bad tesoro” she said reassuringly and even laughed “Just girl talk”

Jotaro gave her a serious look before breaking a tiny smile, he couldn’t deny it was endearing how well they were getting along and if it meant talking in Italian then maybe he should call grandma Suzi Q and ask her about it.

After that Holly came back carrying dinner for everyone and sat down, the three of them started eating and talking in between, this time in a language Jotaro could take part of the conversation.

Translations

Impossibile, parlo anche italiano! - Impossible, I also speak Italian!

Jotaro è l'uomo più bello che abbia mai incontrato. - Jotaro is the most handsome man I've ever met.

Assomiglia a suo padre! - He looks like his father!

#jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo x you #jotaro x you #jotaro imagine #jotaro fanfiction #jotaro ff #jotaro oneshot #jotaro headcanons #jotaro hc #jotaro part 4 #jojo part 4 #jotaro part 3 #female reader #female pronouns

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headinthestaticsky · 3 years

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The Dusk Calls for me: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 12

AUTHORS NOTES: None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephanie Meyer.

We’re heading into the Finale of book 1 folks... I have so many ideas for book 2... it’s going to be great. Hopefully!

“You get ready, you get all dressed up

To go nowhere in particular Back to work or the coffee shop Doesn't matter 'cause it's enough To be young and in love.”

Love by, Lana Del Rey

Bella was finally going to meet the Cullens officially. All day before I had left to go down there she paced, looking like she was going to be sick. All of the Cullens were cooking Italian for Bella. The only person who I was worried about was Rosalie. She was furious at Edward for even dating her, and when he went public with her... it set her over the edge. Emmett was chopping up lettuce and other vegetables for her while Rosalie begrudgingly held a bowl for him to put it in. I was sitting in the living room with Jasper, he was concentrated on reading some books. It was always entertaining to watch vampires read so quickly.

“Is she even Italian?” Rosalie asked.

“Her name is Bella, Rose... she has to be.” Emmett replied.

“Emmett... you thought I was french just because my name is Fleur. That food was really good though... not like I am complaining. I said.

“Okay I admit I messed up there but, I have to be right about this one.”

“Whatever you say Em.”

“Shut it short-stack.”

“At least I don’t hit my head through small doorways.”

He glared at me jokingly and then rolled his eyes.

“Rose, tell her to stop bullying me.”

“I’m sorry I can’t do that... it’s too funny to listen to.” Rosalie said.

“Ugh, I feel betrayed.” Emmett said, his hands going toward his un-beating heart.”

Rosalie smiled, it was soon dropped though. She must’ve kept thinking about Bella.

“She better eat this.”

“Don’t want to sound gluttonous here but... I was totally eat if she doesn’t.... it’s her lose.”

“Stop trying to make me laugh.”

“I will never stop my attempts to make you laugh.”

“Woo, get a whiff of that, here comes the human!” Rosalie said in a sing-songy voice.

Esme smiled widely, she quickly wiped her hands before making her way over to Bella.

“Bella, we’re making Italiano for you.”

“Bella, this is my Esme my mother for all intents and purposes.”

Emmett raised his hand and waved at Bella with a knife in it. Bella and Esme exchanged a bit of Italian.

“Hello again Bella, hope you’re well.” Jasper said.

“Hey, Jasper... hope you’re well too.”

“You’ve given us an excuse to use the kitchen again. We usual make meals for your sister when she stays over.” Carlisle said.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Esme added.

I could see a nervous look on Bella’s face, I probably should’ve told her they would cook for her.

“Y-yeah absolutely.”

“She already ate.” Edward said, a tinge of attitude in his voice.

Rosalie stood there, anger was all of her face. She smashed the bowl she was holding in her hand.

“Pull back Edward, you’re throwing her to the wolves!” I thought.

“Damn Rose... remind me not to piss you off again.” I said.

She had to bite down a smile.

“Perfect...” She said.

“It’s just because... I know you guys don’t eat. I didn’t want to put you into any trouble.”

“Of course, that is very considerate of you.” Esme comforted.

“Just ignore Rosalie, I do.” Edward said.

“Yeah, let’s just keep pretending that this isn’t dangerous for all of us.”

“Look, I would never tell anybody about you guys... Besides, Fleur knows and you trust her.”

“It’s because I pick up a good energy from her... I know I can trust her with anything I tell her. She’s not a backstabber, she’s told me some of the stuff you’ve done. I’m sorry but, it made me sick the way you use to treat her. I hated seeing how upset she got telling the things you and your mother said to her”

My eyes widened before looking down at my legs... maybe me being here just reminded them of some of the things I told them. I wasn’t being much help to Bella right now. Jasper sensing my nerves rising, calmed them down. My uncomfortable mood slowly simmering down.

“Rosalie, stop... don’t worry Bella, she knows you wouldn’t say anything about us to anyone.” Carlisle said.

“Well, the problem not is, you two have gone public now so...”

“Emmett.” Esme interrupted.”

“No, she should know. The entire family could get implicated if this ends badly.”

“Badly, as in... I would become the meal.”

All of the Cullens in the house except for Rosalie and Esme started to laugh. I heard a few thumps before I saw Alice and Dean enter the room.

“Hi, Bella... I’m Alice.” Alice jogged toward Bella, giving her a hug.

“Hi.”

“Gosh, you do smell good.”

“Alice what’re you.”

“Don’t worry... Bella and I are going to be great friends.”

Dean looked like he was struggling to say something. I could tell he was uncomfortable to be around Bella right now.

“It-it’s a p-pleasure to meet you.” He said.

“Don’t mind Dean, he and Jasper are our newest vegetarians.”

“It’s okay Dean, you won’t hurt her.”

The expression on Edward’s face made me want to laugh.

“Okay well, I’m going to show her around the house.”

“Okay.” Bella mumbled.

“I’ll see you soon.” Alice said.

“Okay.” Bella said again.

“So cute!” Esme gushed.

“I know!” Alice said in agreement.

“I think that went well.” Carlisle added.

“Rose, clean this up... now.” Esme said.

I leaned back into the couch, sinking into it. Jasper put his arm around my shoulder. “What an interesting visit.” I thought to myself.

Another day came and went by, Bella and I were on our way to the diner. It had been so long since I had been down there. I was in the passengers seat of her truck. I thought since we were going to the same place, we should probably drive in the same vehicle... During out drive she started talking about how Edward had been watching her sleep for months.

“Are you serious Bella? That’s kinda creepy.”

“I’m sure you have Jasper in your room with you at night.”

“Yeah but, he always asks me before he goes in there. We plan stuff like that out... He should be coming later tonight actually.”

“Okay... you have a point there.”

When we arrived at the diner and got out of the truck Mike approached us...

“Hey, you and Cullen huh? I don’t like it... I mean he looked at you like you’re something to eat.”

Bella and I looked at each other and smirked... he had no idea how correct he was in that statement. We walked past him and entered the dinner, dad was already waiting for us.

“Hey I hope you two don’t mind I ordered food for you guys already. I got you Bells a Spinach Salad and I got you a burger Fleur.”

“Yeah that sounds good.” I said.

“Good picks dad. Even though, you should get a salad like me next time... cut back the steak.” Bella said.

“Hey, I’m as healthy as a horse.”

"Hey , Chief, the boys want to know... did you find anything by Queets river today?" The waitress asked.

"Yeah, we found a bare human footprint... but it looks like whoever it is is headed east... the Kisap County Sheriff is gonna take over from here."

"Okay, I hope whoever it is... they get them fast." The waitress then walked away, a group of men started talking within there group.

I turned around hearing something outside, Mike was doing something to a poor bush outside. I nudged Bella, trying to get her attention.

“Hey, someone’s flagging you outside.”

“It seems that Newton boys got a big smile for you.” Dad added.

Bella looked, and then turned back around, her face looked horrified.

“You can join them if you want.” I said smirking.

“Shut up you jerk... Mike is a good buddy though.” She said back.

Dad face flushed slightly... as if what he was going to say next was embarrassing.

“W-what about any other of the yahoo’s in town?”

“Dad... we aren’t going to talk about boys are we?” Bella said, her face starting to turn red too.”

“I guess not... with you at least.... How is everything going with you and Jasper, Fleur?”

I looked up confused, how did conversation about Bella’s relationships get turn into one about mine.

“It’s going well.”

“Good, I noticed you’ve been spending a lot more time with him lately. That car ride you took was a long one.”

“Oh yeah we drove out for a while... we looked at the stars... it was really nice. He told me I seemed stress and just decided to take me somewhere.” I said, I looked down at my hands while smiling.

Dad seeing this smiled too.

“I always liked that boy, you got yourself I good one.”

“I know I do.” I said finally looking up at him.

“I was only bringing up boys with you Bella because... I feel like I leave you alone too much.”

“I don’t mind being alone dad, I’m like you in that way.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Timeskip: Later that night.

I was in my room, thinking about what dad had said earlier... He found a bare human footprint in the woods. Could it of been the same footprint of the woman who’s body I seemed to be suck in during my dreams? Or could it of been someone else entirely? The wind from my open window got harsher for a second, I then heard a familiar soft thud on my floor. I turned my head, locking my eyes with his.

“What’s going on in that head of yours love?” Jasper asked

“Just thinking of something my dad said earlier...”

“What is it?”

“My dad said he found a bare human footprint down at Queets river today... He said it was heading east. Have you guys found anything yet?”

“No, we haven’t found anything, it’s starting to get frustrating. Have you had anymore dreams about those vampires?”

“Nope... if it is them though, I have a feeling that print was just a trap to throw them off course.”

“I do too... hey, my family and I plan on playing baseball tomorrow, since Edward is inviting Bella... I thought you could come too.”

“Yes, I would love too, watching Emmett climb and crash into things is my favorite part of the game. That and all those tricks you do with the bat.”

“It’s a plan then, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” I pecked his lips before getting comfortable in my bed, I was still a human... I needed some sleep. I laid there, Jasper behind me holding close.

“Tomorrow is going to be a fun day.” I thought to myself, before drifting off to sleep.

#jasper hale x oc #jasper hale #rosalie hale #jasper hale x reader #edward cullen #alice cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #carlisle cullen #bella swan #twilight #twilight saga

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thirstyandbeautiful · 3 years

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Can’t Make a Hoe a Househusband, Pt. 2 Fuckboy!Michael AU

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Seven

Chapter Six: Here for a Good Time, Maybe a Long Time

The morning after and how everything changes. There might not be a label, and you might’ve figured out absolutely nothing, but you had all the happiness, and Michael, in the palm of your hand.

You got all the way to the hotel elevator before you kicked off your shoes and carried them in your hands. Barefoot in the hallway of your hotel floor, you hadn’t felt so weightless in months. Your humming echoed in your ears a soft melody that gentle carried along the pristine white walls, and whereas you probably should have and would have been distracted by your own disgust in your lack of shoes in a public place, you were still in your own world and happily dragged your feet against the corridor’s plush carpet.

The memory of waking up in Michael’s arms filled the space in the front of your mind. It was as though your eyes glazed over, the sensations of your body dulled to the sleepy droll you remembered rising in. The warmth of his skin pressed to yours, the gentle brush of his breath against your shoulder blade, the beat of his chest against your spine.

This whole time you’d been convinced that the feeling that haunted you was dread, but it wasn’t. It was want. It was the gentle spark that you had felt inside every time you had been with Michael. It had done nothing but grow inside of you, and no matter what you had tried to smother it with, it roared like a forest fire inside you now.

It was pure want.

But not the want you were used to. This was not a primal want, a want that could be satiated between your legs. This was a want that was met with the feeling of Michael’s fingers laced through yours, a want that was met with the gentle aura he exuded when he was just as content as you were.

A want to hold on to your happiness.

I should’ve just stayed, you pouted. He was the boss, after all, you joked in your head as you fished through his backpack for your keycard, he could definitely get out of a day of work.

You shook your head as you waited for the beep to push the door open, and floated into your suite. You’d gotten halfway down the small corridor that connected the doorway with the rest of the living area when you saw a shadow move in front of you.

“Jesus Christ!” You yelped, clutching your chest as you came face to face with your best friend, “How the fuck...”

Your friend sat very posh in all white at the small table in the parlor room. She looked at you over her glass of champagne, unbothered by your outburst. Her lips pursed around the rim of the glass as the bubbles disappeared between them. In front of her sat a plate of a half eaten burger on very fine China.

“Oh, should I have called?” She mocked you, “I did, you know, but clearly you were elsewhere.” She made a point to look you up and down.

You felt your face scrunch, “How did you get in?”

“Told the front desk I was you and I lost my key.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped the backpack beside the wall. What the fuck is security for in this goddamn city?

You ignored her laughter as you settled into your temporary home. You pressed your hand to your hip as you leaned on it and nodded towards her little set up, “Made yourself comfy, huh?” It was hard not to laugh at the way she looked sitting there eating her post birthday night meal.

“The room service is excellent.” She gushed as she bit into her burger, “I actually had to ask for the burger to be a bit greasy.”

You pulled the chair across from her out from under the table and plopped down. Your hands quickly fell to your lap so you could pull down Michael’s sweatshirt from where it had ridden up.

“I’ve finally figured it out, you’ve just been using me for my food.” you teased.

“Not like you’re paying.” She shrugged.

“What?”

“Receptionist,” she paused as she took another bite, “said the whole stay is courtesy of Mr. Italiano.” she winked at you, “Don’t know which one, but yeah.”

Your jaw dropped, “You’re not serious.”

“I am so serious.”

You groaned before you dropped your hands and faced your whole body toward her, “As serious as your perfectly executed plan from last night?”

“What plan?” She asked innocently as she grabbed her glass off the table.

“You having Michael just-so-happen to show up.”

“Oh,” she nodded as she drank, “that was Danny’s idea, not mine.”

You studied her as she looked away from you. Your eyes narrowed as her gaze stayed fixed on the table, but her cheeks glowed a pretty pink.

“How did that happen?” You leaned forward on to the table, placing your head in your palm as you rested your elbow on the table.

“What?”

You called your friend by name as she avoided your look.

“What?” She repeated.

You sighed her name and leaned back to cross your arms over your chest.

“We met at a bar, a few weeks after you left.” She finally admitted, speaking so quickly you almost missed what she’d said.

Your eyes bulged out of your head, but before you could open your mouth, she held up her hand.

“Yes, yes, yes. I know. To be fair, it took us a while to realize how we were connected. And even then, it took Daniel like an hour to spit out this mystery question one day. Big mystery question that ended up being him asking if a picture I had on Instagram was indeed with you. You were fucking tagged in it, this man- I swear...” She took a breath as she refocused herself, “I mean, at that point, the big reveal kinda just had us accepting that we were just pawns to this big old game of fate and we both agreed to get your asses locked in a room together.”

Your mouth dropped open, “So this has been-”

“Months in the making, yup.” She giggled, “It’s been a good few months.” she nodded to herself as she poured more champagne.

“Wait-” you look at her before you gasp and a huge smile stretched across your face, “you’re fucking him!”

“Duh,” she laughed, “you made Aussies sound like quite fun, I wanted to try one out for myself.”

You both laughed together for a few minutes, each of you spurring the other back into hysterics when the other finally caught their breath.

“Is it good?” you whispered loudly.

“So good.” she gushed, “I get it. I totally get it now.” You laughed as she made the sign of the cross on herself, “So satisfying,” she grinned, “he has energy, like, all the time.”

You howled with laughter, “You horny teens.” you joked.

“Oh please,” she scoffed, “you and Michael literally can’t be in the same room without fucking.”

You laughed and covered your eyes with your hands as your cheeks heated.

“I am really sorry I left!” you yelled through your laughter, “Can I make it up to you?”

“I’m telling you, Daniel made up for everything.” she winked at you, “Buttttt, since you’re offering, there was a cool new club that opened while you’ve been gone.” You flinched at the way she expressed your move, “We could go there.”

You nodded and shook away the ugly feeling that Germany made you develop, “Yeah, yeah, let’s go.”

“Alright.” she clapped her hands together, “It’ll be even more fun than last night!” she happily added.

Last night...

You felt yourself frown, but forced yourself to clear your throat to get your friend’s attention, “Look, about last night-“

“Nope.” She held her hand up as she cut you off with her mouth full.

“But-“

“Nah uh.” She wiped her chin when some juice dripped down it.

You threw your hand up in the air, “I’m-“

“No!”

“sorry!” You yelled over her.

She dropped the quarter left of her burger back on to the plate and wiped her mouth with the huge linen napkin she had been given, “Fuck’s sake.” she mumbled.

Even with the heavy roll of her eyes, you could see the faint smile on her face. She may have never asked for it, and maybe she really didn’t feel she needed it, but you felt she deserved the apology. Her tactics to soften your heavy conscious didn’t make you feel any lighter, but they were cute and appreciated.

“I abandoned you on your birthday.” You quietly admitted, “Everyone was there for you, and I was supposed to be too.”

“Babe, did you see how many people were there? All the stuff you added to the party on such last minute, you think I didn’t notice it all?” She scoffed, “I was well entertained and now I want to be entertained this morning so you better tell me all about the epic makeup sex you two finally had to have had.”

You looked up at the ceiling and gave into the smile that had been awkwardly pulling at your face all morning.

“Maybe.”

There was a beat of silence before she pushed, “So you fucked.”

You snorted before you shook your head. There was no point in denying it. Sex was a pretty fundamental pillar in your relationship with Michael, after all. Really, you had sex to thank for having him in your life.

“You fucked, finally,” your friend groaned before she leaned forward with a bit of a mean, teasing smile, “was it like coming home, was-”

“Yes.” you instantly responded.

“What?”

“Yeah,” you blinked your watery eyes still at the ceiling, “it was everything I’ve missed.”

Your friend reached across the table and took your hand in hers. Squeezing it, a genuine smile graced her features, “M’so happy for you.”

You laughed before softly mumbling, “Me too.” Placing your hand over hers so her hand was between your own, you gently explained, “I still feel terrible about it though. It was selfish to leave and I should’ve been an adult.”

“Babe,” she pushed her plate aside, “with everything you’ve put yourself through, it is what it is.” she paused for a moment before she added, “If I were you, I don’t know if I would’ve came back at all.”

“I ran out of there like an idiot.” You let go of her hand and sunk into your seat.

“You were scared.” She softly replied, “I would’ve been too. I mean, obviously the two of you have a long way to go, but I’m glad you’re at least mending each other.”

“But-” you groaned in frustration, “I was supposed to mend myself in Germany.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” she countered, “you were mending half of yourself shut, and telling yourself you were whole.”

You dropped your chin to look at her. She was tracing lines into the table cloth, deep in thought. When she finally did share her thought, she didn’t look at you once.

“You know, when I was in college, I took this class on classical mythology, and I don’t think I ever told you this, but I wrote my final paper on soulmates.”

You were shocked. You had thought she’d hated her schooling- she was always late with assignments and had to be given prompts for papers if there were any hope of them getting given in on time, or at all.

“There was this belief,” she continued, “that in the beginning of time, soulmates were created as a single body, but the power of two souls united in every way was threatening to the Gods, so Zeus split them. Thee god of gods damned us all into scouring the Earth looking for our other halves.

I wrote the second part of the paper about how that makes so much sense, how literature across the times have proven how we all search so tirelessly, some of us for our whole lives, for someone who gets us. For someone who we don’t need or want, but someone who just exists with us, completes us.

And our loneliness, that’s just scar tissue- subconscious proof to us all that there’s an end to that pain, that theirs someone whose scars fit perfectly with our own, that there’s someone for us, just waiting for us to find them.

And- well, there was a lot more in between but the ending was about how that drives our will, our power, our lives, and how we can’t give up our search.”

You wiped your eyes before you weakly asked, “Did you get an A?”

Your friend chuckled, “The teacher gave me a C+ and wrote ‘Naive!’ across the last page.”

“What a dick.” The both of you smiled tearfully at each other, “Thank you.” you whispered across the table.

Michael had been in a good mood all morning, so it hadn’t surprised him in the least when he’d realized by midday how far ahead schedule he was, how he was basically prepping for a year down the road. He’d actually gotten work that he had been denied a permit for applying too early.

Which led to a serious reflection on just how he had been working for the past few months, and that all led to a strong feeling of disgust and a shrug as he grabbed his shit and left to go home.

When he’d stepped outside his door, his assistant had raised her head and looked at him over the top of her screen.

“Can I help you, Michael?”

“No, no,” Michael waved his hand at her, “I’m gonna head home for the day.”

She nodded, but didn’t add anything. In the silence, Michael stepped forward to recapture her attention.

“If you want, you can head out too,” the shock on her face gave Michael conflicted feelings, “Have a good weekend.”

She mumbled a reply, and by the time Michael closed the door behind him, he could hear the frantic rummaging of his assistant looking to escape just as quickly as he had.

That was another thing he was putting hard work in for: building his professional relationships.

For so long, he’d ran in and out of the office and never spoke to anyone. It had been a dreadful and anxiety inducing walk through the building to his office. He figured all his coworkers knew who they thought he was, and in his petulant way, figured that if they wanted to know the real him they’d come around.

They never had.

He was just the person at work that everyone ignored when they did see him. And it had remained an unspoken thing, but then you had picked up on it immediately and instantly pushed about the unfairness of it.

After you had left, the words you’d spoken that night rattled around in his head. He’s not sure if he’d ever tell you but they did.

“There’s no man like him.”

“He always says what he means, and does what he feels.”

“He’s authentic, and truthful, and funny.”

“You have a very charming and genuine son, and anyone who thinks otherwise is wrong.”

If he had to pinpoint any night as the night his feelings and thoughts about you shifted to an emotional land of no return, it would be that night.

But, of course, those weren’t the only words of yours that took up space in his brain. There was the whole thing about being spoon fed by his family since birth. So he’d thrown himself into work, into proving to everyone, and the memory of you, that he was just as good as all the accomplishments and reputation his family had, and better than any of the bad.

Judging by the fact that there was a handful of people who had acknowledged him on the way out of the building, his efforts weren’t wasted.

Things are going well for once.

He took a deep breath of the crisp air as he finally looked up at the blue sky and started his work home. With how beautiful a day it was, he was regretful that he hadn’t left sooner, or came in at all this morning.

This morning, fuck, I should’ve just stayed home, he thought, could’ve stayed with her. He bit his lip as he regretted the decision to even go to work. He definitely could’ve skipped.

He shook his head at himself as he unlocked his front door and entered his home. Making a beeline for his bedroom, he quickly shucked off his clothes and changed into comfier, everyday clothes. It always felt so much better than his suits.

Getting comfortable on the couch, Michael scrolled to the phone number of the one person who owed him a conversation.

“Hello?” Daniel’s timid voice almost made him laugh.

“Hey mate,” he answered enthusiastically, “what’s going on, what are you doing?”

“I’m at the garage.” He answered plainly, lulling them into a silence that dragged for a beat or two.

Michael snickered, “Wanna come over and have a chat then?”

“It’s not to move a dead body?”

“What?”

“Nothing, coming, coming.” Daniel rushed off the phone.

Michael chuckled to himself and wiped his eyes as he leaned back against the soft cushions. Daniel was a strange one, but he was his best friend.

Pushing himself off the couch, he walked to his balcony door and slid the glass open. He left it open, thinking there was a good chance he’d hear Daniel when he knocked.

He could always just call, Michael thought as he lounged in the sun and put his sunglasses on.

This is why I love this city, you thought as you smoothed your dress down your body.

Your friend had shared the brilliant idea of shopping after she had called out of work. “It’s my best friend’s final days home,” she’d cooed, “I gotta enjoy it.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say anything as she dragged you into town after you’d had a quick nap while she finished her meal. You’d ended up going to a small boutique not far from your hotel. You already owned multiple dresses from there, but they were all sitting in a box in your apartment in Germany.

The dressing room was spacious, and there was a counter to put your things on as you shimmied the dress you’d chosen up your body. You watched your body in the mirror, the way it moved as the dress glided up it. Michael hadn’t left a mark on you, but just looking at yourself, knowing that he’d been all over every inch you saw in your reflection made you stand up just a bit taller.

“Wow,” your friends jaw dropped when you pushed the curtain aside, “that dress looks amazing on you.”

You looked down at yourself, the dark gold of the geometrically cut and designed dress hugged your body and made you glitter in the light. It was a sparkly, yet simple dress. You figured you could probably easily dress it up or down. A perfect clubbing dress for tonight.

“Thanks!” You chirped as you looked down at your heels that were strappy but not too tall, “This is good for the place you have in mind?”

She nodded her head at you, “Oh yeah, it is.” she looked you up and down, “Is Michael the jealous type?”

“Kinda,” you laughed, “he’s not exactly the sharing type.”

“You don’t say.” She joked, “Bet he’d love that dress,” she wiggled her eyebrows at you, “and all the men that are gonna ogle you in it.”

“Tonight’s not for him, it’s for us.” you told her as you looked at your reflection again, “Besides, I don’t want to relive how he was last time a guy got too friendly at a party.”

“Bet you’d like to relive the after.” She looked up from her phone and grinned at your heated face, “Maybe it can be a night for both of us.” When you tilted your head at her, she grinned and leaned back against the cushions, “I don’t think you should invite him,” she clarified, “but, I think it’s about time he does some of the chasing. Don’t you?”

Your lips twisted as she deviously smiled at you and wiggled her eyebrows.

“This is definitely just so you can get Daniel.” you deadpanned.

“Maybe,” she shrugged, “but if I wanted him I’d just text him myself.”

“You’re the one talking about men doing the chasing.”

She didn’t look up from her phone, “Do your bestie a favor and tell your dick to bring my dick tonight, thank you.”

You both looked at each other and laughed.

When Michael woke up, he felt like he’d stepped into an alternate universe. He hadn’t realized how tired he felt until he started catching up on his sleep lately. Checking his phone, he cursed as he noticed missed texts and calls from Daniel. He’d slept for only an hour, but he hadn’t meant to at all.

When he stepped into his kitchen, he heard a muffled melody and followed it to his door. When he pulled it open, he came face to face with Daniel sitting in the hallway listening to music.

“Oh, hey! Finally decide to let me in, huh?” Daniel pushed himself to his feet and ignored Michael’s apology as he brushed past him and into the apartment, “You’re lucky a new album was let out last night and I hadn’t heard it yet.”

“You listened to a whole album?”

“It’s been like an hour or two, yeah.”

Michael sighed, “You didn’t have to wait.”

“Figured I’d owed you.” That nervous smile of Daniel’s crept on to his face, “Figured we’d have this conversation on your time. Garage can manage without me.” He giggled, “Probably manages better with just Blake there.”

Michael shook his head as he pushed a beer across the table to Daniel. They sat across from each other and took a swig before they visibly leveled with each other.

“So?”

“So what are you two gonna do from here?” Daniel grinned, reversing the conversation around on Michael.

“What did you do last night?”

“What did you do last night?” Daniel countered again.

“We’re back together,” Michael replied before he took another sip of his beer, “for now.”

“Good for you, cheers.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Michael downplayed his own happiness, but the blush on his cheeks gave him away.

“You happy? You gonna keep her this time?”

Picking his phone back up from the table, Michael opened up his thread with you and texted you.

what are you doing tonight?

Babe: going out with friends

He chuckled and looked down at his screen, thinking up a response when Daniel interrupted.

“Hello?”

“I’m gonna try my best to keep her.” Michael told him simply, “I let her get away before, not this time. I know how she feels, and she knows how I feel.”

“How do you feel?” Daniel pressed as Michael stayed silent as Daniel smiled across from him, “You love her.”

“Shut up.” He growled as he answered your text.

without me?

Babe: without you yup too bad

don’t be cruel baby

“Ohhhhh,” he cooed, “you are in love.”

“Love is for children.” He scoffed, hating how he could feel his cheeks burning, “What about you and her friend!”

“Oh, she’s a blast, let me tell you- but right now, you and love, mate, wow, oh wow.”

“Get out of my house.”

“It’s an apartment.”

“I’ll chuck you off the balcony myself.”

Daniel scoffed, “We both know I’m faster than you.”

He squealed when Michael swiped for him, but the smaller Australian easily moved out of the way and skipped backwards away from Michael.

“So, are you gonna tell her?” Daniel hummed and wiggled his eyebrows, “Oh, Mikey boy, you’re all grown up.” He spurred Michael on as the two men began to circle each other.

“Fuck off.” Michael laughed.

Just as the two men were sizing each other up and were about to tackle each other, Michael’s phone rang.

“That her?” Daniel grinned.

“I don’t know.” Michael bit out, hoping it was.

You’d changed back into your own street clothes and left the boutique with your new dress folded into a bad that dangled from your arm.

“Go on.” your friend encouraged as she leaned against the fence of one of the nearby stores.

You looked away and moved down the side street while you lifted your phone and found Michael’s number. As you waited for the ringer to pick up, the annoying yet exciting sensation of butterflies filled your tummy. They seemed to be multiplying these days, and while it should’ve grossed you out- it didn’t.

Not one bit.

“Hello?”

A smile pulled at your lips at the sound of his voice, “Hey you.”

You bit your lip as you waited to hear Michael’s voice. There was a bit of ruffling on the other end before he answered.

“Hi.”

You squinted for a moment at the odd tone in his voice, “I-“ you paused your thought at the sound of a lot of movement, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, m’here.” Michael mumbled, slightly out of breath.

“What are you-“

Then you heard it, the extremely obvious sound of smacking lips, a sound you hadn’t heard since grade school.

“Come on, Daniel!” Michael groaned as a crash was heard, Daniel’s maniacal laughter and blame heard clear as day.

“Ah, I see.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your own giggles. With crossed your arms, you listened to the men scuffle on the other side. It sounded like Michael was being chased, or Daniel. You weren’t sure. But it was entertaining to listen to, and the mental image of Daniel chasing Michael making kissing faces like a child was hilarious.

“Do you want me to call back later?” You offered.

“No, hold on- can you shut the fuck up, mate?”

You laughed out loud at the way Michael chastised Daniel.

“Hamster on speed.” You reiterated as you laughed to yourself, your laughter only getting louder when you heard Daniel squawk ‘what!’ from the other side of the line.

All the sudden, there was a flurry of sounds until a loud slam silenced it all, followed by the click of a lock.

Michael heavily sighed, “Okay, what were you saying?”

“What the fuck was that?” you laughed.

“Vermin problem, I’m tending to it.” He joked, “Where are you?”

You crossed one of your legs in front of the other, leaning your weight on your hip, “Ah just out and about,”

“Alone?”

“No, but right now I am. I was thinking about some of the things we talked about.”

“Like what?”

“Like us,” you paused before adding, “you and me, us.”

Michael chuckled, “Is that an invitation to come over?”

“Not tonight.” you replied, pressing your lips together to stop a laugh when you heard the sound he made, “I told you, I have a thing with my friends, you know, the friends you dragged me-”

“You ran.”

“that you dragged me from, we’re going out tonight to make up for it.”

“Where?”

“Oh no, no, no.” you grinned as you teased him, he was falling into your trap beautifully, “You are not popping up on me.”

“Oh, darling,” Michael purred, “you gonna make me come find you?”

“If you can.”

“You know I like a challenge.”

“I’m counting on it.” You told him as you leaned against the brick wall in the alley.

Michael’s voice lowered and almost made you tremble had you not been in public, “Do you wanna know what I’m gonna do when I catch you?”

“Whatever you want.”

You could hear the way Michael was almost panting like you were, and pulled your phone from your ear so you could quickly press the red button on your screen.

You huffed a laugh when his reaction popped up in your imagination. Pressing your phone to your chest, you felt the patter of your heartbeat and took a deep breath. You leaned your head back gently so not to bump it, before you let out one last deep breath and checked your Lock Screen.

Michael: See you soon

“Ohhh,” your friend cooed from her place as you emerged from the side street, “you are getting fucked tonight.”

You barked a laugh, “Do you want me to tell him to bring Daniel?”

She rolled her eyes, before looking back at you, “Fine.”

You laughed harder at her reaction, but quieted down when you noticed the way she was looking at you.

She seemed to contemplate her question before finally spitting it out, “Have you told him about your flight?”

You motioned for her to follow you down the street as you pulled the door to the coffee shop closed behind you. “Not yet,” you admitted, “gotta tell him in a way that isn’t gonna make him freak out.”

Please bring Daniel with you

Michael: For your friend?

For my friend :)

“Just tell him you’re going back to tie up loose ends.”

“Haven’t really gotten around to it.” you laughed, “But it’ll be fine, I’ll tell him when I see him.”

You both chatted on line, about where you were going and all the fun moments your friend had had without you. It turned your stomach, but you told yourself not to get jealousy, not to feel left out.

How could you be left out when you were in another country?

Pushing your own feelings aside, you watched as your friend typed a caption for her story about going to the club tonight, complete with a picture of the bags of your purchases. You leaned your on her shoulder happily, but then gasped when you saw how she tagged you and the location you were going to.

“I can’t believe you’d do that after I just dared Michael to try and find us.” You whined.

“If they even notice it,” Your friend laughed, “I’m just giving them some help.”

“Daniel or Michael?” you narrowed your eyes.

“Both?”

The club was amazing, and huge.

The lights were bright, and made the room glow. It was different in that you could actually see the faces around you easily. There were lights that shined from under the tile floor, and the strobe lights that glowed across the room were different colors.

It lit up the whole room into an ethereal funhouse.

“This place is so cool!” you yelled over the music to your friend.

She happily nodded as she danced with you, her face relaxed and giddy from the shots you’d watch her take. You had only had one drink, and preferred to keep it that way if you were going to give Michael a run for his money.

She giggled and pointed over your head, obnoxiously but playfully aiming for whatever was behind you. When you glanced over your head, you saw Daniel on a balcony, looking down from the lower level. He was pointing back at her, the two of them in a funny imaginary stand off. You turned back to your friend as she jokingly dropped her arm.

“Alright, my turn to ditch you, babe.” she kissed you on the cheek as she put her arms around you in a sloppy hug.

“Use protection!” you yelled as she let go of you.

As she parted the crowd, you giggled as you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You were being watched, you could feel it. Daniel had been alone on that balcony, but that didn’t mean he had been alone the whole time. You glanced around the upper level, but didn’t see anyone looking over the railing.

Enjoying the music, you decided that maybe it would be more fun to just let yourself get caught. Throwing your hands over your head, you swayed to the music and let it lead you. You immersed yourself in your own little world and danced amongst the masses of people around you.

You’d been so wound up that you yelped when a pair of hands squeezed your hips and tugged you back. You gasped as you thudded against a solid body, a body that you would’ve known anywhere.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

You giggled and melted back into the warm, wide chest of your lover as his arms wound around your waist. Michael kissed your shoulder as he held you against him. Shaking your shoulders, you squeezed his arms and snuggled back against him.

“Bad boy.” You purred over your shoulder, “Michael!” You yelped when the hot wet of his tongue swiped at your neck.

“Mmmm,” he grumbled into your ear as he switched his weight back and forth between his feet behind you, “love when you scream my name.”

You rolled your eyes as you felt your nipples harden under your dress. You were really regretting the dress you had worn, it was too tight and shiny for your nipples not to end up aching against the material. Michael’s hands dragged up to your ribs and you whimpered when they squeezed the flesh of your ribs under your breasts. You were a little disappointed and a lot surprised that he was behaving in public.

You turned your head as you reached behind, holding the back of his neck as you looked at him from over your shoulder, “Will you dance with me?”

Michael grabbed your arm and spun you around until you were flush against him. Tilting your head the way he wanted with a single hand on your chin, he kissed you so gently, the sound in the room seemed to melt away.

She was definitely on to something with this idea of just fucking this night. I bet her and Dan are already gone.

You leaned back and stepped back from him, holding his hand in yours before you turned over your shoulder and disappeared into the crowd.

You pressed between people and moved quickly. It was lucky that there were so many straps on the shoes you bought because they were definitely helping you balance so you could give Michael a chase he deserved.

While you childishly ducked behind bars and pushed between people, you couldn’t see such a commotion going on behind you. Which both terrified and exhilarated you. Cause Michael was most definitely game, and was doing this to put you on edge. He didn’t want you to see him coming.

No, Michael may not chase often, but when he chased- he did it as he wanted.

You giggled to yourself as you snuck around a side booth and into a small hallway that read ‘EXIT’ in neon green over the entrance of it.

Fuck it, you thought recklessly, and walked calmly down it.

When you reached the door at the end, that glowed the same neon green around the frame as it was at the beginning of the hallway, you went to turn the circular knob and panicked.

Cause it was locked, the stupid little old knob was locked and you were in a dead end hallway.

You looked over your shoulder and squealed when you saw a familiar silhouette at the end. It was all very fun, and very creepy and you were so turned on. You desperately jingled the handle and tried pushing on the door. Your laughter got louder as the footfalls behind you got closer.

With a loud growl, Michael spun you around and pinned you between his body and the door, When you lifted your head, you could see his face from the way the light reflected off of it. He was smiling, and a bit out of breath.

“Did I almost lose you?” you asked happily.

“I’ll always find you.”

You pressed your hands to his chest as you pushed up on him to touch your mouth to his. You followed the row of buttons down his chest teasingly. He moaned into your mouth, spurring you on. Hungrily, you held the sides of his neck and jaw between your hands, and pushed your body against his. His fists clenched the material of your dress as he pulled you tighter against him. You gasped into his mouth as he pressed his hips to yours, letting you feel how quickly he hardened for you.

“Lets get out of here.” you mumbled breathlessly against his lips.

He nodded and pulled you behind him. Taking the door knob in his large hand, he twisted it as he pushed his shoulder against it. You desperately tried to not make a sound when the door easily gave and opened to the outside air with a ‘pop’.

Pulling you out the door, you shivered at the feeling of the crisp air against your tights clad legs. All too quickly you were filled with the familiar warmth that came from Michael’s smile as he looked at you and pulled you closer. He walked backwards, kissing you as he pulled you away from the lights and into the darkness of the far corner of the buildings.

His hand rested on your cheek before it fell to your neck, gently holding it while his other hand dropped to your ass.

Too hot to do anything but focus on him, both of your hands went to his pants. Curling your fingers into his waistband, you popped open the button of his black jeans and pulled on his zipper.

“Needy girl.” He rasped as he pulled your hair to get to your throat.

You moaned high pitched and pretty for him as he brushed the soft skin of your neck with his teeth before sucking on it. He pulled on the skin as he sucked, locking the suction as his tongue lapped at the skin.

That’ll leave a mark.

You shoved his hands back and dropped to your knees, putting your tights covered knees on top of his blue suede shoes. The material was the perfect cushion, and he couldn’t escape your mouth if he was stuck under your knees.

Leaning forward a bit, Michael braced his hands against the brick wall behind you. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was around, but his sight was cut off when your naughty hand wrapped around his dick. Squeezing his eyes shut, his head snapped back forward and his chin dropped. He opened his eyes just as you grinned up at him like the cock drunk girl he knew.

“Pretty baby, suck it.”

You smiled at him before you leaned in and sucked your lips around the tip of him. You swirled your tongue around him wetly before taking a few more inches, filling your mouth with the warmth of his length as his heartbeat fell into it.

His member twitched and jerked against the roof of your mouth with every well placed lick and suck. You happily hummed when his tip reached the back of your throat, vibrating it.

“Fuck, that mouth.” Michael groaned over you.

You looked up at him, catching his gaze right as you leaned forward and back. Taking his expression seriously, you rocked yourself on your heels to let him fuck your mouth. He moaned and whimpered, a smile pulling at his lips as he leaned his head against the wall.

“So fucking perfect.” He growled before his hands found their way into your hair, “Can I, darling? Let me fuck your throat, nice and fast so you can get yours, just wanna cum down that pretty throat.” He was rambling, muttering through his pleasure.

You reached up and squeezed his wrists, halting your rocking as you planted yourself to the ground the way you had when you first went down.

“Fuck yes.” He groaned as he quickly fisted your hair and began snapping his hips forward.

He fucked your face as tears welled in your eyes, the abrupt feeling of his thick tip pushing in and out of your throat made it burn so good. You pressed your hands into his thighs, squeezing the muscles and making him moan louder. You could feel the muscles of his hips and thighs contracting as he fucked your face and reacted to the pleasure you gave him.

“You’re so good, darling.” He bit out, “Can I cum down your throat baby?”

You sat up straighter and tapped on his thigh enthusiastically as he pressed his hips up and sealed your lips around the hilt of him.

The pulse of his cum unloading from his cock vibrated along your lips as he came. You couldn’t taste him, but the feeling of him cumming down your throat made you rub your thighs together.

Above you, Michael was a mess. He leaned against the wall, panting as he looked around and twitched in your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He muttered as he ran his hand through his hair, “Get up here, Princess.”

You happily responded to the new pet name and slowly removed him from your mouth, breaking the sweet suction that kept him inside of you gently. When you bounced to your feet, he leaned in and kissed you, his hands shoving himself back into his pants and buttoning them as he licked into your mouth. He chased the taste of himself and moaned when he got traces of it.

So possessive, you felt lightheaded but in a gorgeously delirious way.

Breaking your lip lock, he bopped the tip of his nose against yours, “This dress…” he mumbled as his hand slid down your side, “It’s pretty but it has to go.”

You both chuckled before melting into each other again. You pressed your body to his and whined into his mouth. You moaned when his hand slapped your ass and pulled you closer to his half hard lap.

Pushing on your hips, he pinned you to the wall and crowded you against it. You could only see him, the sensual smell of his cologne lingered in the air with the smell of his sex. You could’ve stuck your tongue out and tasted him.

“Touch me.” You whined.

He grinned as he groped your chest. His hands squeezed your tits before they dragged down your body. Rubbing over your hips, he squeezed your ass in the palms of his hand before bringing them back over the front of your thighs.

Michael’s breath brushed against your cheek as he spoke hushed and rushed, “M’gonna rip-“

His words died as his wandering hands finally hit skin. Without warning he pulled the skirt of your dress completely up and groaned as you whimpered from the cold air hitting your upper thighs that weren’t covered.

You loved thigh highs, and from the reaction from Michael, he did too.

“Fuck, always trying to kill me, aye?”

As usual, Michael surprised you by stepping back and letting your dress fall back into place. Holding his hand out to you, you took it without hesitation and let him pull you under his arm as he steered you both back to the street.

“Why-“

Michael shushed you and turned his head like he was looking behind you, his nose brushed against your hair, “Cause the things I wanna do to you aren’t fit for an alley way fuck.”

You grinned the whole way to your hotel.

The incessant buzzing near your head woke you the next morning. With a groan, you reached out and grabbed your phone. The warmth behind you moved, and you snuggled back with a happy, sleepy smile as Michael’s arms pulled you back into his arms.

You pressed a hand to his forearm as he rumbled and pressed his lips to your shoulder. When his forehead pressed to the top of your shoulder where his lips had just been, his breathing evened back out.

Careful not to jostle your sleeping lover, you lifted your screen to a list of notifications that expanded when your Face ID kicked in. You ignored the Instagram notifications and opened your text thread with your bestie. Which had 14 text messages.

omg pls wake tf up

get off the dick for two minutes you will not be disappointed

GIRL HAVE U SEEN THIS

i am screaming these people are leeches

but you both look so hot together????

i thought you said that his dad blocks pictures?

DOES THIS MEAN DAD APPROVES?

just click the link ffs

PLS WAKE UPPPPPP

You scrolled down the rest of the messages and clicked on first link she sent, and was brought to a tabloid site. Your whole body tightened as your mouth dropped open.

‘Back Again! Monaco’s hottest bachelor off the market as his love returns to stake her claim in a very public way.’

Underneath the headline was a slideshow of pictures from last night. They ranged from innocent, and cute looking, from the moment he found you, to much less innocent. They’d even gotten a picture of the two of you by the back door.

You zoomed so it took up your whole screen. Even in your heels, you were pushed on your toes, your arms around his neck as his hands pressed to each side of you, his arms wrapped around your waist.

Your mouths were pressed together.

“That’s a nice one.” Michael grumbled from behind you, startling you, “But I prefer the real thing.”

You giggled as he rolled you on to your back and pressed your mouths together.

#w #hoe fairy #mi #cmhh2 #cant make a hoe a househusband #don’t forget to like and tell me what you think #where will we go from here???

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Crossfire | KTH

~summary: The night your life blew up sent you on a collision course with the campus bad boy, Kim Taehyung. Though you were well aware of his reputation, it was his doorstep you ran to when you were bleeding with nowhere to go.

~word count: 2.3k

~gang!au, mafia!au, college!au, angst, fluff, action, strangers to lovers, friends to lovers

Warnings: swearing, drugs, injury, mentions of death and fights (warnings apply to each part individually, please read them)

~a/n: a smaller, slice-of-life update this week, maybe definitely inspired by lockdown! I hope you guys like this, as the next update will be longer and bring more drAma...

Taehyung must be superhuman. How he had managed to go to sleep with only a few hours left before college and still be awake and gone in time, eluded you.

You, on the other hand, were still tired as you tried to convince your body to crawl away from the warm covers long after the sun had risen. Not that you had anywhere to be. Once again, Taehyung had left food and water right beside you, and even the painkillers you took yesterday.

Groaning, you let your head fall back onto the pillow.

You inhaled deeply through your nose, then finally sat up, eyes still shut. Familiar pain lanced through your side at the movement, making you grit your teeth. At least your eyes were forced open in order to grab a pill.

Next, you figured there was no use lying in bed all day. Open the curtains which were still drawn. Great. What next?

As if in answer, your stomach growled a bit, so you sat back down to eat.

What next?

Teeth. Shit, you hadn’t cleaned your teeth in over a day now.

With dim hope, you made your way to the bathroom, but to your surprise, an unopened toothbrush sat by the sink.

Unfortunately, the surprise of a toothbrush turned out to be the biggest excitement of the day until Taehyung came back home. By that time, you had given in to lying down, mapping out the blemishes on the bedroom ceiling, so the moment you heard voices, you sprung up.

Peering around the door first, you saw Taehyung waving at someone on his doorstep. You waited until they had left and the door closed behind him to come down the stairs.

“Hey.”

You followed Tae through to the living room where he dropped his bag carelessly beside the sofa, reminding you unwillingly of days when you were younger, waiting up when your dad was late home and latching onto him straight away.

So you hung back, chewing your lip without realising.

“How’s college?” you asked his back as he went to the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” he said, coming back around the corner with a drink, “nearly fell asleep in Professor Han’s lecture though.”

“You still take his class? I dropped that the minute I could,” you chuckled.

“I think you made the right decision,” the corners of his mouth turned up even as he took a sip. For a moment he savoured the drink, then lowered it.

“They’re talking about you.”

“They are?” you took a step forward as he nodded, but he quickly held up a hand.

“Hey, curtains,” he reminded you, then tossed his head behind him, “you should come round to the kitchen.”

A glance behind you revealed wide open curtains, so you sped out of sight and down the hall, meeting him where he now leant against the island.

“Did you really think they wouldn’t notice you going missing?”

“Well, I guess not,” you shrugged, “them knowing, is it… bad?”

“Bad? No,” he grinned, “I’m still going to hide you.”

“Thanks,” you smiled back, then, “have you… has Jungkook, you know…?”

“Oh, um,” Taehyung’s grin faded, telling you all you needed to know, “that was him at the door, but he hasn’t had the chance to look for him yet. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Staring at your hands, you mentally cursed yourself. Clearly the time you spent doing nothing had got to you, to make you so impatient.

“Hey, look at this,” Tae was suddenly smiling again, and you watched as he raised the now empty bottle like a dart in his hand before shooting it off towards the bin, where it bounced from the rim with a hollow clunk.

Unable to help the laugh that burst from you, you collected it from the floor.

“My turn!”

Taehyung laughed and stepped aside while you lined up your shot, but just as the bottle left your hand, he pushed your arm and sent it careering off into the wall.

“Hey!” you elbowed him as he creased in laughter.

The next thing you knew, he was running around the island towards the fallen bottle. Realising this, you took off too, shouting after him, but were too late to wrestle it from his arms.

“You cheated! Let me try again!”

Your shouts were in vain as he easily held off your flailing body and dropped the bottle into the bin at last, then proceeded to do a victory lap. Scoffing, you stuck your leg out to trip him up as he reached you again.

“Sorry, sorry,” he lied as he got his breath back between laughs, “draw?”

“No, you win,” you rolled your eyes, “what should be your prize? I could cook tonight?”

His eyes lit up, grin still wide as ever, and accepted your offer.

Really, cooking wasn’t a punishment for you. After the most boring day on earth, you were happy to be doing something with purpose, and it came with the bonus of treating Taehyung for taking you in.

Later, once you had stored in your memory the cupboard where he kept the pans, and where the salt was, you finally sat down to eat- on top of the counter.

Still being light outside, you both agreed you couldn’t sit in the living room due to the open curtains, and this had led to your current state. Your knees were touching as you both sat cross-legged facing each other to eat from the bowls in your hands. Unfazed, Taehyung was wolfing it down in enormous bites, but you hoped that meant it met his approval.

“I have to go out again,” Taehyung spoke, causing your heart to sink, “the food was really good, by the way.”

Jumping down from the countertop, he looked up at you.

“Want me to get anything while I’m out?”

“Oh, no, no,” you assured him automatically.

However, this made him stop, turning back to you fully.

“Really? I don’t mind getting anything. You pretty much live here now so you don’t have to be polite.”

You furrowed your brows, mind instantly going blank as you tried to think.

“Maybe a book?”

“Sure,” he nodded, then his eyes widened, “wait, should I get you two? Five? What have you been doing all day without a phone or going out?”

“It was okay,” you tried, but quickly conceded, “okay, I was sort of bored out of my mind but-“

“Okay, I am definitely getting books. What’s your favourite food? We can have it tomorrow,” he suggested.

“I love anything with chocolate,” you smiled, “and I like most things, but… Italian?”

He smiled back at you just as his phone buzzed aggressively against the counter.

“Oh, shit…” he muttered as he turned it over, “I really need to-“

But he was in the hallway by then.

You fell asleep waiting for Taehyung to get back. Honestly, cooking had tired you out, as embarrassing as it was. Earlier you had found yourself needing to pause and catch your breath a few times while making dinner, but you supposed that was a minor side effect of being stabbed. It could have been much worse.

Washing up had been the final straw, after which you promised yourself you would find the energy to go and find the red pills after a short lie down.

A promise easily broken.

When Taehyung found you, you were sort of sitting, half slumped, against the headboard. As he shook you, sleep was reluctant to let go.

Therefore, by the next morning, you didn’t even remember seeing the boy. It barely crossed your mind that your clothes had changed and you were under the duvet. You were excited about the books, though.

Of course you hadn’t had time to give Taehyung any detail on what books you enjoyed, but anything was better than nothing, so after breakfast you began to read. It seemed he had been to the library at college given the stamps on the inside cover, but it was never open late and Taehyung had left in the evening yesterday.

Strangely, you didn’t feel too strongly about him having potentially broken into the place. Wow, your life really had got boring fast if even crime now counted as excitement. But if only you could go with him, break in somewhere for an adventure-

You shook yourself.

There was a small stack of books, non-fiction (being from a college library) and ranging from art to music to fashion.

Today, you didn’t run to Taehyung like a small child when he got back. Despite being later home than the previous day, he actually had to knock on the bedroom door to shake you away from the book you had almost finished.

“Oh sorry, hi!”

“Evening,” he smirked, stepping into the room to reveal a bag in his hand.

“Is that-!” you gasped at the smell wafting from it, and he grinned.

“Italiano,” he faked an accent, making a chef’s kiss with his free hand.

Practically bounding from the bed, you eagerly joined him on the kitchen counter again.

“I am so full,” you groaned after the last bite of pizza was gone.

“Really?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, really! I just ate that whole thing!”

“That’s a shame…” he looked at you, amusement lingering at the edges of his mouth, “I guess I’ll have to have this by myself then.”

Your eyes grew huge as he leaned over to a drawer, pulling out an enormous chocolate bar. Paying no mind to your staring, he opened it and took a large bite, eyebrows drawing together in pleasure.

“Hey, wait-“

“I thought you were full?” you could barely make out his voice around the mouthful of chocolate.

“Can’t I have just a bit?”

“I don’t want you to be sick-“

Just then, you lost patience and took a swipe at the chocolate, but were easily evaded.

“Tae-“

Another bite.

Almost growling in frustration, you lunged forward, but he swiftly slid off the counter and took off down the hall, waving the bar over his head.

You had no choice but to give chase.

Taking the stairs two at a time, you caught up to him in the bedroom doorway and wasted no time in tackling him, throwing your arms around his waist.

“Hah! I win!”

You yanked the chocolate from his grasp and were raising it to your mouth at last when you saw his face.

As if he had burnt you, you shot up, taking your weight off him. All humour had suddenly gone from his expression, though an unconvincing smile appeared as he sat up, a hand hovering over his ribs.

“You won,” he laughed. But you weren’t having it.

His smile fell rapidly when you didn’t respond. Something was wrong.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?”

“No, it wasn’t you,” he looked down at the floor.

Lowering yourself to sit opposite him, you fixed him with a stare.

“Taehyung…”

“There was another attack tonight. Shinhyuk took someone out in one of our bars this side of town.”

“Wait… took someone out? You mean he actually-“

A grave nod.

“And… and you-?”

“I was there with Jin and Hoseok to collect something. Then, next thing, the bar goes into chaos, people saying we couldn’t get out. Shinhyuk caught a big dealer of ours as he was leaving, and shut the place down for… I dunno, dramatic effect? But we got in a fight with the men on the door to get outside…”

“Shit,” you breathed, “I’m so sorry, can I do anything?”

“It’s just bruised,” he shrugged, standing at last, “now eat your chocolate.”

For once, you were awake early enough to see Taehyung leave, his bruised knuckles lingering on the door before finally it clicked shut.

Two books later he came home.

Although you had sworn not to go downstairs after last time, you had been thirsty enough to risk it today. Being out of breath after just one set of stairs was worrying, but found the red pills you had forgotten about in the kitchen as you filled up your drink. Gulping one down, you hoped missing a couple wouldn’t affect you.

Then your fears came true.

A click heralded the opening of the door, and you were instantly moving out of sight. Pressed against the wall by the side door of the house, you prepared to open it and run if you had to, though you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep going for long.

“Y/N’s upstairs, I’ll just tell her I’m back-“

Your eyes closed as you let yourself breathe again.

“Uh, Taehyung,” you spoke, making yourself known in the doorway.

He stood on the lowest step, Jimin and Namjoon standing behind him in the hall.

Hastily, you apologised and passed them to go back upstairs, complete with your glass of water. It became clear soon after that an important discussion was being had, their voices sounding serious even though you could barely understand them from up here. Luckily, it was easy enough to make a guess as to their topic of conversation.

“He’s fighting a war with no opposition right now! He’ll steamroller us if we don’t do anything,” Namjoon’s voice was rising, and now that your book lay discarded beside you, you couldn’t help but hear. Perhaps it was against your better judgement, but the situation was relevant to you, and besides, you needed some drama to liven up your boring life hiding away.

“But Jungkookie told us he might already be in danger,” Jimin fired back.

A loaded pause.

“You know I wouldn’t put him in harms’ way. Never question that – I would do anything to protect every one of you. But that’s exactly why we need to do something.”

Taehyung’s voice cut in here, lower in volume, shepherding the conversation away from your prying ears.

“We need a plan.”

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So it goes: Chapter 4 - MI x fem!OC

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Summary: One sunny morning in Perth, Maggie discovers that she wasn't as good at goodbyes as she thought she was.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: +18, swearing, smut, fluff, angst and tears are finally here, kiddos.

Word count: 6.4k

A/N: Tears and sadness are finally here, kids. Get ready for an emotional rollercoaster coming your way. I’m really happy you’re enjoying this little craziness. Thanks for the love and the feedback and enjoy!

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Chapter 4 - Dancing with our hands tied.

There was a whole mess of clothes and things all around the bed, but nothing compared to the mess Maggie had in her head. That was the representation of her life at the moment: a complete and absolute mess that Maggie had no idea how to fix. It was a complete disaster and she had no idea what to do or where to start. Much to her dislike, the day of going back home arrived after the holidays and she wasn’t ready. It was the first time in her life that she didn’t want to go back home and it felt weird. At least she was glad nobody was in the house that morning as she had to deal with her mixed emotions. Jas and Danny had to go out to see his parents and they said they could stay to help, but Maggie insisted it was fine. She had things to do and didn't need a nanny, and especially not two, no matter how much she loved them. 

Maggie took a deep breath and one by one she started to put her clothes in the empty suitcase. It was fine, and she was dealing with it as best as she could until she saw it. It was like someone punched her in the stomach when she grabbed the shiny black dress she wore for New Year’s Eve. The eternal reminder of the ‘I’m yours and you’re mine so fuck the rest’ that none of them mentioned after it. After a whole week, that conversation was still living rent-free in her mind, especially at night when she lay down on the same bed where it happened.  They decided to keep it casual for some days to calm the waters. After the whole demonstration of affection on New Year’s Eve, it was better to keep it calm. Somehow everyone believed in the whole ‘Maggie drank too much and she was feeling sick, so I stayed with her till she fell asleep’, or at least that’s what Michael said to her. She said she was feeling like crap to keep the façade, but they wanted to cover their tracks. What Maggie never thought was that they wouldn’t be able to talk.  She wanted to talk to him. They knew they had to, but it seemed like an impossible task. Every single time they thought they had a minute alone, someone magically appeared, some phone ringed or something happened. For days all they could do was smile at each other practically from afar. They got some secret touches that didn’t last more than a second. Fingers brushing as they passed behind each other, Michael carefully touching her waist or kissing her head so fast that he disappeared before she could even realize. She couldn’t complain about the bad timing. The lack of time wasn’t really nobody’s fault. Those were the counted weeks where Michael could be home and do whatever he wanted. She had free time, but he had a life there. He had a job, a family, friends, and a life. A life that didn’t include Maggie, no matter how it hurt her to think about it. A life that included her in the way she really wanted.

That’s how a week later they still haven’t spoken even if Maggie was leaving. That’s what was eating her alive and had her awake night after night. She didn’t want to leave without having that conversation, but at the same time she was terrified of bringing up the subject. She wanted to ask if he meant what he said that night. She wanted to tell him that she meant every word and that it wasn’t the alcohol talking. Maggie wanted to tell him too many things, but she was terrified. A soft knock on the door brought her back to earth and Maggie dropped the dress to go open it. She was sure it was her sister or Daniel that went back without her realizing. It wouldn’t be the first time she didn’t heard the car thanks to the music blasting on her phone and her mind being lost somewhere. Maggie was absolutely sure it was them, so she opened the door without even looking and walked back to the bed. “You’re back this early?” she asked with her back at the door as she folded one of her shirts. When Maggie got no answer, she turned again and saw Michael leaning on the door, arms crossed and a smile on his face, which was enough to make her nervous automatically. “Hey, I had no idea you were coming. What are you doing here? I thought it was your free day. I mean, it’s Sunday” she rambled, speaking fast and placing her hair behind her ears. Suddenly she had no idea what to do, what to say, or even how to breathe. “It's my free day. I just came to say goodbye to a friend who is leaving” he explained as the cocky smirk just grew on his face.  ‘Friend’. Great.

“Oh. Ouch, but okay” Maggie whispered, feeling the burn of the world doing damage to her mind, heart and soul. She knew they weren’t together and that Michael didn’t owe her anything, but after that party it just hit different to hear that. “It's a joke” Michael smiled, walking to her and kissing her forehead. “But I seriously came to see you and give you a hug before you go” Maggie shrugged, not even looking at him as she tried to erase the feeling from her body and the knot from her stomach. “Well, I can accept a hug from a friend”. Payback.

“And I deserve that. You need some help with this?” he asked, pointing to the suitcase as he sat in an empty corner of the bed, right beside where Maggie was standing.  Her first response was to shake her head. It was stupid, but she didn’t want to see Michael packing her stuff. Packing them was hard enough, but seeing Michael was going to be worse. It was like seeing him send her away. “I know you are kind of professional at this, but its good, don’t worry” Maggie smiled trying to hide how she was really feeling.

Maggie should have known better, he was going to ignore her and help anyway, so he folded one of her shirts and handed it to Maggie. He was going to help, even if that meant giving her one thing. “Excited to go home?” Michael wondered. Maggie took the shirt and thought about it for a second. She didn’t get surprised when she couldn’t find in her head a clear answer to it. She knew the logical answer was a happy yes, but she shrugged as she spoke. “I guess” she breathed, placing the purple piece of cloth inside the suitcase.  “I guess?” Michael repeated.  “I mean, I miss home and all that, and I swear I like my job, but I’m gonna miss the sun and the whole doing nothing all day” she explained. It was the most neutral answer she could give of as her brain was yelling ‘I’m gonna miss you’, but she just couldn’t say it.  “Yeah, I get it. It's a strange mix. You wanna stay but you wanna go”. “A girl can’t be fully happy and have everything, I guess” Maggie smiled sadly, avoiding the knot that suddenly formed in her throat. Between that and the one in her stomach, she had no idea how she was able to breathe and talk.

Maggie knew Michael had noticed something, because as soon as those words left her mouth, he dropped the pair of jeans he was folding and stroked her arm. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, you know that, right?” Michael asked smiling at her. Maggie nodded and smiled back at him, but didn’t say a word. She tried focusing on the music still playing on her phone but even the lyrics of the song made her think of him. It sounded made for them. It sounded about them and she hated. The ‘I wanted to be your girl with your hands on my skin’ kept resonating and she hated it. She hated it as much as she hated leaving, and as much a she hated to see that black dress right in front of her. She hated it as much as she hated the whole situation. She felt like a coward. Maggie promised herself that she was going to talk to him as soon as they had a minute alone, but there she was, scared like a little kid. Maggie felt all intimidated like that first night she saw Michael. She felt like the night when she couldn’t stop thinking about how big and handsome he was and how small she felt beside him. She felt again like she was in front of the most handsome man in the world who she thought was never going to look at her. Somehow now it was worse because he actually looked at her, but every was too hard.

“I thought I was good at goodbyes and then I met you. Now I just fucking hate them” Maggie whispered out of nowhere, folding the dress and putting it in the back of the suitcase so she didn’t have to see it for much longer.  Maggie wasn’t lying when she said to her it really wasn’t hard to say goodbye to people, not even when she was a kid. When her grandparents on her dad’s side died when she was a kid, when Lily moved to London for work years ago, when her sister decided to leave and travel the world with Daniel, it was all somehow normal. It was the natural course of life. She always saw it as a normal thing for people to come and go, but the day she met Michael something changed.  “I’m gonna sound like a book and I know you hate that, but it’s not a goodbye. It's not like we’re not gonna keep seeing each other. I know I’ll see you in March” Michael remembered her. After what it felt like an eternity, he grabbed her hand, made her leave the shorts that she was holding, and made her stand between his legs to have her whole attention. “I’ll try to make it to the first race. But you let me know if you go to visit Dublin with the Ricciardos some weekend. Or if you wanna sneak on your own” she smiled at him as she placed both hands on his shoulders.

As Michael placed his hands on her waist and made her move closer to him, Maggie somehow felt the nerves slowly wash away from her body. She knew it was in part thanks to his thumbs stroking her hips, but also thanks to his smile. “I’m sure I will. You let me know if you go to London” “You’ll find out if I go, don’t worry. And stop making it sound like I hate books. I love books” Maggie affirmed, pinching his cheek and scratching his jaw and head with her fingers. “You just hate motivational quotes. I know. But you can handle them when they come from me and I know that too” Michael spoke, placing a kiss on her palm and leaning on her right hand.  

“Of course you know. Sometimes it’s annoying to deal with a male version of Hermione Granger” she joked, placing a kiss on his forehead. Maggie left it there because she knew there was no way to stop herself if her lips touched his.  Maggie tried to escape from him and go back to packing. She needed to go back to packing before things got out of hands, but as she started walking away Michael grabbed her arm. “That makes you a female version of Ron?” Michael asked, making her sit down on his legs and rounding her waist with his arm again. She wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, and she knew it. “There’s not that many redheads back there as people think, y’know? It's weird how people associate ginger and Ireland. About 10% of the Irish population has red hair and that’s the highest incidence in the world” she explained, resting her head against him. “And then I’m Hermione?” Michael laughed, placing a kiss on his forehead.  “You kind of are. But you also are like a human Aussie sunshine. And I’m like a grumpy little gnome. We were made to break” she shrugged, closing her eyes. Even if for just a second she just wanted to be there, to hold him, to miss herself in his warmth and the smell of his skin and his cologne and the feeling of his arms around her. Maggie hated to admit it, but she wasn’t joking when she said they were meant to break. She knew perfectly fine and from the beginning her thing with Michael wasn’t meant to be. Not because they didn’t want to, but because it was nearly impossible. More than anything she wished they were as lucky as Daniel and Jas were, but they weren’t them. Michael wasn’t Danny, and no matter how much the Irish sister looked alike, Maggie wasn’t Jas. Everyone said it was some kind of a miracle for them to meet. It was a miracle they were in the same place at the same time when Jas wasn’t even supposed to be in Monaco that weekend. It was a miracle that Jas wasn’t working at the time and how they managed to make everything work from day one. Everything about them seemed like a weird fairytale, and it was completely opposite to what Michael and Maggie had. While Jas could drop everything to go travel the world with Daniel, Maggie had a nine to five, five days a week job. It was a miracle, the fact that they could run into each other once a month for the last four months, but it wasn’t a thing that would happen always. What happened between Jas and Daniel was a miracle, while what happened between Michael and Maggie was an accident that ended up covered in a sheet of lies. They were meant to break because they weren’t meant to happen at all, but at least she wanted to enjoy those little stolen moments.

“I wonder if you’re more a gnome or a leprechaun. But I guess leprechaun, because you’re Irish” Michael wondered with the most serious tone, even if they were having the most ridiculous joke, totally unaware of what was happening in Maggie’s mind. “Does they like the sun light?”  Maggie couldn’t help but smile at his question. He was trying to light up the mood and she couldn’t be more thankful for it. “For what I know, they love gold coins, shamrocks, rainbows and anything green, but I guess they do. I mean, you need sun light for rainbows and to make shamrocks grow” Maggie explained, snuggling a bit closer to him. “Do you know the legend says if a human gets to catch one, then the leprechaun will grant you three wishes, or even give you his pot of gold?”  Before Maggie could think and before he answered, Michael started to place kisses all over her face and his arm tightened around her waist. If he was trying to make her smile and forget about what was about to happen later, it totally worked. “I already catch one, where are my wishes?” “I think you caught a failed one, sorry” she laughed, kissing his nose as she looked at him when Michael finally stopped. “I got the leprechaun, I don’t need the wishes or the pot of gold” Michael admitted, placing his head on her neck as he kissed her skin slowly a couple times.  They stayed there in absolute silence for a couple of minutes more, and suddenly something in the air changed. The atmosphere around them shifted. All those laughs and smiles got silent and all she could hear was their steady breaths and the music on her phone. She could feel Michael somehow trying to make himself smaller so his big body would fit in her arms as she hugged him. She had no idea how they did it, but they did. They made it work like perfect pieces fitting together without effort. There was no possible way to get closer to each other, but they tried. They held tight and then some as Maggie kissed his forehead and Michael kept kissing her shoulder and neck again and again.  “I don’t wanna go back” Maggie murmured, moving her hand to scratch his short hair on the back of his head. She finally had the courage to admit it, but it made her feel worse because there was nothing they could really do about it. Michael took a deep breath and squeezed her waist. He didn’t have to say anything for her to know he was overthinking. It was exactly the same thing he did when Maggie asked what they were going to do if someone found them together back on New Year’s Eve. “I know you don’t and I don’t want you to go either, but you have to. You have to and I can’t ask you to stay no matter how badly I want to” Michael admitted.  

It took everything in her to not kiss him, but especially to not cry and ignore the knot in her stomach and throat. “Can you say it again? I mean, that everything’s gonna be alright?” Maggie practically begged, needing to hear him say it, even if it was a lie. A lie was exactly what she needed at that moment.   Michael looked up from her neck and straight into her eyes, and Maggie melted. She melted like every single time he was in front of her. Like every time she saw him and every time they kissed or touched. “Everything's gonna be alright. You’ll see” he murmured, stroking her cheek with his thumb in such a careful way that it felt like he was scared of her breaking or disappearing in his hands. 

“How’s that thing you Aussies say? She’ll be apples?” she asked, leaning into his hand. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the warm feeling of his skin against her. “Yes, exactly that. She’ll be apples” he affirmed, kissing her forehead as he kept talking. “You haven’t been sleeping much, right?”. Maggie opened her eyes at the question and looked at him. She didn’t tell anyone about it. She didn’t want anybody worrying about her, so she kept her lack of sleep issue to herself. At least she was convinced she did. “I just know. I know you a bit” he explained, kissing her forehead and her frown. “You’re terrible. You’re seriously something else” she smiled, not even trying to ask how he figured it out. “If all those goddamn self-help books were as cute at you, I swear to God…” Maggie whispered, placing her forehead against his as she fought the urgency and absolutely need of kissing him until next Christmas. Maybe for the next four years and then some.

There it was again on his face that goddamn smirk that made her get her knees weak. He knew he had her in his hands. “You would read them, then?” “Depends. If they have pictures, I might even check them out” Maggie said it in the most serious tone she could find, but she just started giggling a second later because she just couldn’t with him and his perfect smile.  “I’ll see if I find one with cute pictures for you” Michael promised and closed his own deal with a peak on her lips. After days and days and days of just kisses anywhere but on each other’s lips, that felt like heaven. If felt right and wonderful. It felt like home. “Can you wait here? I gotta grab something from the car” he asked out of nowhere, not even giving Maggie chance to kiss him again. “You have a book with pictures for me?” Maggie asked as she got up from his lap. He smiled at her and run through the door without saying a word to her. She had no idea how she was going to make it to leave and go back home if it felt wrong leave his side for a minute. She felt cold the second he walked away from her, even if they were in the middle of the Australian summer. She felt lonely and hated every single second of it. Maggie had time to put just two things in the suitcase before Michael was back, but this time he came with a gift wrapped in green paper and a little golden ribbon over it. “I was going to give it to you for Christmas but I don’t know, I regret it. But this morning I saw it and I said ‘fuck it’ so there you go” he explained, giving Maggie the small package and sitting back on the bed.  Sitting on his lap was automatic. She could have sat at any other place, but after crossing again the line of kisses and being all over each other, the bed didn’t seem like a good option. Besides, his lap was always way more comfortable than any bed. “You really got me a self-help book after you got me a Kindle for Christmas?” Maggie smiled as she opened carefully the package that had in fact been the size and form of a book. On Christmas morning, Maggie opened a package wrapped exactly the one she had in her hand at that moment. She knew it was his the second she saw it but then she opened the little card that said ‘I know you like turning pages and the smell of books, but give this a try? It’s easier for traveling and your shoulders and back will be happy if you do’. When she read it, she just confirmed it was his, which only made her smile like a happy girl. “It's not a book, it's a journal” Michael announced as Maggie looked at the back of it. “I know you’re not into that kind of things, but I don’t know, maybe you can give it a go” “I love it. And it has an M and its green. I love green and gold” she exclaimed as she looked at it, running her fingers over the cover. She was never one of those kinds of people to write in a diary, but she loved everything about that journal. The leather was such a beautiful green tone and she absolutely loved the golden letter on it. It was everything she would have chosen for herself if she ever picked one. The fact that Michael got it for her made Maggie just love it even more. “I know you do” he shrugged with the biggest smile on his face as Maggie opened to give it a look.  “Oh! You wrote something for me. Can I read it?” she asked all excited as soon as she saw there was a little note written for her on the second page. As soon as Michael nodded, she opened it again to read it out loud. “‘For the grumpiest and most beautiful girl in the world. Thanks for always putting a smile on my face and for being a sunshine who makes my days brighter. I wouldn’t change you for the world, sweetheart. Your favorite boy, coach and Aussie, Mike’”. She wasn’t even done when the tears appeared in her eyes. She was expecting anything, but that. She didn’t need that at such a moment when she was dying to stay, but she loved it almost as much as she loved him. “I hate you. You weren’t supposed to make me cry” she murmured, holding the journal against her chest with one hand and hitting Michael softly on the chest because she was doing a wonderful job holding her tears, and he ruined it.

As soon as one of her tears touched her cheek, Michael was cleaning them with his fingers, trying in vain to dry her face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you cry. But now if you wanna tell someone how much you hate me or miss me, you can put it down there” “I was doing a wonderful job keeping it together and you do this. I should kill you” Maggie cried softly, leaving the journal to a side to place her arms around his neck again. “Thank you, babe. I really, really love it. I promise I’ll give it a try. Or maybe I’ll end up like a twelve-year-old kid writing our names inside a heart. Glitter pen and all”. It was a joke, but it wasn’t that much of a joke. “Oh God, I wanna see that. Send me a picture if that happens” he laughed, kissing her neck as he stroked her back.  “It's my diary, I won’t show you. Its personal” she joked, stroking his cheek as Michael looked back at her with an offended face. “Don’t play offended with me. I’m your leprechaun, remember? I still can grant you your wishes”  “I wanna use one of my wishes” Michael suddenly said, using his hand to move a strand of her hair behind her ear.  “I thought you didn’t need any wishes but okay, go ahead and I’ll see what I can do” she smiled, holding his hand to kiss his knuckles.  “I want a kiss” he announced, making Maggie smile as she hadn’t done it in days.  Maggie didn’t answer his request, at least not with words. Instead, she placed her hands on his neck and gave him a peak. She knew he didn’t mean that when he said a kiss, but she wanted to take it slow and enjoy it as much as possible. Maggie wanted to enjoy the last moment they had alone, especially because she never knew if those were going to be the last ones. She kissed him softly, stroking his jaw with her thumbs as carefully and softly as possible, because this time she felt like he was going to break or disappear between her hands.

They pressed their lips together again and again in the most loving and caring way, but as the seconds passed the desperation and the urgency started to take over. They always knew their minutes together were counted; that’s why everything always was fast and rushed, but this time was different. They were desperate to kiss each other and be in each other’s arms because as long as they knew it was the last time. The longing to be there with him was so big that Maggie had no idea what to do except keep kissing him because she couldn’t get enough. Without breaking their kiss, Maggie accommodated herself on his lap, placing both legs on his sides and her hands on his waist to have him as close as possible. All she could think about in that moment was how his hands were holding her in place, one pressed against her ass and the other one on the back of her neck. All she could feel was his hard body against hers, his tongue moving in perfect sync with hers; his soft lips kissing her untiringly; his fingers moving slowly to stay under her shirt, and his smell intoxicating her. They never kissed like that. Never with such adoration and passion and need. They never had such a need of not letting go and Maggie had no idea what to do. Her brain absolutely turned off the second Michael bit her lower lip. The moan that left her lips was accompanied with the perfect movement of her hips against his and Maggie was absolutely gone. “Please… Please fuck me, babe” she begged against her lips, pulling his shirt to take it off. She was so hopeless that couldn’t even focus to do that, so Michael ended up doing it for her.  “But your things…” he tried to say but Maggie just interrupted him with another kiss as Michael took her shirt off in a swift move, dropping it on the floor with his.  “I don’t care. Throw them to the floor or leave them there, but please fuck me” she breathed, kissing his neck and jaw.

None of them took the time to throw her things off the bed or even move them away. There was no time since they had no idea when Jas and Daniel were coming back. The only moment when they moved away from each other was when Maggie got up to take off the rest of her clothes as Michael took off his at the same time. It was fast and messy as them, but as soon as they were back with each other it was like being home again. Just like on New Year’s Eve, Maggie didn’t take the time to adjust to him, just lined him against her entrance and moved down slowly, making him go as deep as possible as both of them moaned for the feeling of being together. Maggie couldn’t count with both hands how many times they were in the same situation. She couldn’t count how many times she had been over him and riding him like it was their last day on Earth, but something was different that morning. The way they were holding and looking at each other was different, and she had no idea what it was or how to describe it. All Maggie knew was it was gonna make their goodbye harder and the knock on her stomach and throat bigger. She wanted to convince herself it was the morning light, but his eyes were shining brighter than ever as he looked at her. He held her waist tighter as he guided her movements backward and forward with one hand as the other pinched her nipple, making her moan even louder. Maggie wanted to say so many things to him but she decided it was going to be worse, so she pressed her lips against his to keep herself quiet. The desperation they had was louder than any words they could say. It was all in the tight grip of their fingers, on the way their hips thrusted harder every time, on the way their lips touched, the way their eyes couldn’t look away from each other for long time. Everything they needed to know and more was on the way they moaned each other’s name again and again and again.

Everything was there, but it was especially shown in the way Michael did everything she asked for. If Maggie asked for him to hold her tighter, he would do if; if she asked to touch her anywhere, he would do it in the most perfect way; if she asked for a kiss, he would kiss her with everything he had; if she asked for him to go harder or faster, he would just go for it. Michael would do anything Maggie asked, especially when she asked him to cum inside her. She didn’t have to say it twice, but first he took care of her, kissing her neck and chest as his fingers moved precisely against her clit. Michael held her tighter as she came back from her high and when she was ready again, he went back to slam their hips together. Nobody ever made her moan like he did that morning. Nobody every kissed or touched her like he did that morning. Adobe all, nobody ever fucked her like Michael did that morning. It was even completely different to all the previous times they were together and she loved every single second of it. Maggie couldn’t even remember a time when she heard Michael moaning her name like that, dropping praise after praise, not really caring about the noise they were making. She wanted to ask him to say again that he was hers, but she was too scared to bring up the subject, so instead she asked for something simpler. “Look at me. Please, look at me” she begged as Michael was kissing her neck. They were holding onto each other’s backs and heads, fingers tangled and tugging into each other’s hair. She had no idea how he did it, but he hold his orgasm until he was sure he had built her second one. He used every single trick he had and every single one of her weak spots to make her cum again. He didn’t stop until her legs gave up and then he automatically finished after her as they looked straight at each other’s eyes. They rode out their highs, but this time together, moving every time slower until they stopped and it was just their bodies joined together as they kissed and hugged as sweetly as possible. If there was any spot on Maggie’s face, neck or shoulders or chest that wasn’t kissed, Michael took care of it. If there was any part of her body he hadn’t touched, he also took care of it. He stroked every inch of skin and kissed her until they got their breath back and until Maggie was a mess of smiles and giggles that made him smile and giggle too. 

“What was that?” Maggie murmured as she ran her fingers around his back and his short hair.  “That was me giving you something to write in your new journal” he joked against her lips, which only made her smile wider.  “I thought that was your way to tell me you were going to miss me” she joked, kissing his nose and lips. “That too. And it was also me giving you a reason to miss me, even if just a bit” he confessed between kisses that were as soft as when they started some minutes ago.   Maggie was left speechless again and she lost count of how many times it happened that morning. She stayed looking at him, trying to memorize again every single thing about him. From the exact brown tone of his eyes and how they seemed lighter on the sun, and the cute wrinkles around his eyes, and how his whole face lightened up when he smiled, to where his freckles were and how his skin felt against hers and how his laugh always resonated around the room and in her ears.  She was so lost on him that she didn’t even ask him the first time he spoke to her. “Maggie? Are you there?” Michael asked, stroking her cheek as she zoned back. 

“Yes, sorry. I just… Nothing” she regretted, giving him a kiss as long as possible, knowing they had to let go and put on their clothes back on. For a second she thought about telling Michael what was on her mind, but she knew it was bad timing. If they couldn’t talk about it, maybe it was for a reason. Maybe it was a way for the universe to tell them it was bad timing. Maybe it was a way to tell them they shouldn’t be together at all. If they couldn’t speak in days, there must be a reason, so Maggie decided to stay in his arms as long as she could and just enjoy the feeling of being there. “Thanks for this. It was more than I could ever ask and wish for” she confessed, resting her forehead against his.  “Since when do we thank each other?” he asked, but all he got as an answer was a shrug of her shoulders and a tiny smile.  “I’ll go to the bathroom, and I’ll be back in a second, okay?” she stated, giving him one last kiss. Michael nodded and helped her as she got up and like every time, Maggie hated to move away from him.  She disappeared into the bathroom and came back some minutes later to find a not even half-dressed Michael trying to fold her things, the same mess of things they had moved away in the middle of the bed. He turned around when he heard her footsteps on the floor and hugged her naked body, bringing her closer and giving her a soft peak. Maggie wanted to stop the time. She wanted to stay in that room forever, or at least for some extra hours and get lost again and again in his lips, but they had a deadline. People was going to be back at the farm and she had a plane to take. They had lives even if they were trying to avoid it.

They helped to redress each other between kisses and smiles. Michael took his good time helping Maggie put her panties back on as he kissed her legs on the way up and then he did the same thing with her shorts. When they finished with all their clothes and they looked like rather normal people again, Maggie just couldn’t help but go and kiss him again. On their mornings together they were never like that. They never had the time, they were always running, sneaking around and acting like friends who didn’t spend the night together. They would steal a kiss or two saying again how they shouldn’t do that again, but ended up laughing because they knew it was pure bullshit. None of that happened that morning and somehow, she was thankful it didn’t.  “Are you sure I can’t drive you to the airport? We can invent something up” Michael asked, one hand glued to her waist and the other one to her neck.  “We talked about it. I’ll be fine. Just don’t worry about me” Maggie insisted, but looking at his puppy eyes, she hated to say no. He asked before to let her do it, but Maggie said no simply because she couldn’t handle a goodbye in a public place when she could barely see him leave the farm. “Help me finish with this?” she asked, pointing to the clothes and the suitcase with her head.  “Sure” he nodded and gave her one last peak before letting her go. 

“Can you make me a smoothie after that? I’m gonna miss them because nobody makes them like you” Maggie smiled, not even believing herself for what she just asked, but she didn’t regret it as she saw Michael smiling and his face lighting up.  “I’ll guess I’ll have to go to Dublin and fix that problem from time to time” he shrugged, kissing her forehead as they finally started to pack. At least this time she packed, but it was between kisses.

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