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bloatedandalone04 · 5 months

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Every Breath You Take

➪the one where it’s the one year anniversary of the rightmart massacre and your boyfriend is hellbent on keeping you safe.

Warnings: spoilers for thanksgiving 2023, angst, fluff, mentions of death, death, mentions of kidnapping, descriptions of death, mentions of blood, swearing, think that is it..?

Word Count: 2k

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“Come on, Ry, please?” You begged as you tugged on your boyfriend’s arm. You were standing outside your high school’s doors as you pleaded with him in hopes he’d actually agree to be part of the parade with you. “Things have been really scary lately and I really want you to be up there with me. It’d make me feel a lot better.”

Ryan sighed as he looked down at you. His eyes searched yours before dipping down to your lips that were curved in a pout. He shook his head as a smile ghosted on his mouth. “It’d really make you feel better? To have me up there with you?” His tone held a hint of teasing to it, but he wasn’t at all making fun of you. Truth be told, he was pretty fucking scared, too, despite him not being part of the RightMart massacre. He didn’t really want to be away from you right now, either, but only because he was terrified to think about what may happen to you if he were to leave you alone for more than a few hours, since you had been in the store at the time of the stampede.

You nod and move closer to him as various students rush around the two of you. “It really would,”

Ryan slipped his hands into your jacket pockets and pulled your body right up against his. “Then I guess I’ll be joining you and your friends on that dumb RightMart float in the parade,” he caved and was helpless to stop the smile from forming on his lips when you grinned up at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He kissed you quickly, his hands sliding up your back as his lips meshed with yours. “And I don’t want you feeling scared, okay? Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here, I promise.”

You smile up at him and gently massage the back of his neck with the tips of your fingers. “You don’t need to protect me, Ryan,” you murmur. “I’m partly responsible for what happened last year, I mean, I was there, I was in the store, I-”

“Y/n,” he cut you off sternly, pulling away so he could look you in the eye. “You had nothing to do with any of it, okay? You weren’t even supposed to be there, you-....This John Carver guy has no reason to go after you, alright? And he won’t. I promise you that.”

“Ryan-”

“I promise, baby,” he reiterated, refusing to break eye contact until you gave him a hesitant nod. “Okay?”

You nod again and move to rest your head against his chest. “Okay,” you agreed. “But I need you to promise me that you won’t do anything reckless in order to protect me or something. The second things go wrong or bad or whatever, we leave, okay? We get the fuck out of there, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt for me, especially since you weren’t even there when things went down at RightMart.”

Ryan kissed the top of your head and ran his hand up and down your back, comforting you wordlessly. “I promise,”

You hold onto the edge of the box you were sitting on as the RightMart float slowly makes its way down the street. Ryan was sitting in front of you but lower down, his legs draped off the side of it. Scuba was in the same position across the float with Jess sitting behind him, also on a box.

Without meaning to, your eyes flicker all over the street, as if the killer would be dumb enough to show up to the parade wearing the John Carver costume and wreak havoc.

You lift your hand and wave at the people of Plymouth, forcing out a fake smile as you acted like everything was okay. Having Ryan so close helped a bit, like you knew it would, but now you felt like you were putting him in danger since you had to stupidly agreed to follow in after Evan and Gabby when they decided they just had to get him a new phone last year and get into RightMart before everyone else.

Sure, you stayed by the back door for most of the time, and the second you saw Mitch’s wife, Amanda, get some of her hair scalped off you were screaming bloody murder as you and Jess held onto each other.

It was then when you wished you had said yes when Ryan had offered to take you to the Thanksgiving party earlier, before you ever walked into that store. You weren’t even together at the time but you were both crushing hard on each other, why didn’t you say yes? You could have prevented yourself from being on the killer’s radar if you had just pushed aside your thoughts and left with him when you had the chance.

Now your life was in danger, and Ryan’s was, too, by default and association.

You drop your hand onto his shoulder as you make eye contact with a man in a John Carver mask, completed with the full pilgrim outfit. Fear fills your body and you squeeze Ryan a bit more, making him look up at you. He and Scuba had ditched the hats so they wouldn’t be obstructing your view, so you were able to clearly meet his eyes. “What? What’s wrong, baby?” His deep voice asked you, dropping his own fake smile and nearly getting out of character completely as he turned towards you.

You look away and at the spot where the John Carver rip-off was standing a few seconds ago, finding him gone. With your heart loud in your ears, you look back down at him with a so clearly forced smile. “Nothing, Ry,” you tried to assure him but you knew he would be able to see right through you. “I just thought I saw him.”

Ryan leaned closer to you and took your hand in his. “I don’t think he’d be dumb enough to show up here,” he was much better at comforting you. “You heard the sheriff’s plan. This will work.”

You nod down at him just as Mitch moves to protest against RightMart. The float comes to a haunt, making your grip on Ryan tighten a bit as you both turn to look at Mitch.

After the deputy pushed him off the road, the float began to move again and you lifted your hand in an embarrassed wave, as did Ryan and the others.

You keep your other one locked in his as you whisper, “I don’t like this,”

Ryan glanced up at you. “We’re fine, babe, really. He won’t do anything with this many people around-” he was cut off when a person dressed in a clown costume cut the head of the person in the turkey mascot clean off.

You let out a surprised scream as the float came to a skidding stop, sending the prop boat you were on sliding forward until it went through the back window of the truck. The sudden stop had Ryan’s hand slipping from yours as he fell off the side of it, as did Scuba.

The sounds of screaming filled your ears as you leaned over the side to check if Ryan was okay. Your head was spinning a bit as you watched him stand back up and grip his forehead with one hand, his other reaching out for you.

You take it and allow him to help you off the side of the float, and it was then when you saw how the front of it went straight through the driver’s face, surely killing him instantly. “Oh, my God,” you gasp out as Ryan pulls you into his side and tries to shield your eyes. You look up at him and notice the large cut he had on his forehead. “You’re bleeding.”

But he wasn’t concerned about it at all. “Come on,” he said as he pulled you away from the chaos. “We need to get out of here.”

You follow him along the street as various clouds of smoke invade your sight. “I can’t see,” you say over the sounds of screams. “Ryan, where are we going? What the fuck is happening?”

“Just hold onto my hand,” he called back as he pulled you through the crowd. “Don’t let go, okay? Whatever you do, don’t let go of me.”

You nod and grip his bicep as he pulls you into the alleyway between two stores. Blue and green smoke still surrounds you as Ryan ditches the pilgrim shirt and you take it from him immediately with your free hand. “Stay still,” you murmur as you wipe away the blood from his face with the shirt, successfully staining it. “He just killed someone, Ryan. He killed that guy right fucking in front of us.”

Ryan gently pushed your hand away and dropped the shirt to the ground, his hands tightly gripping your forearms. “We need to get out of here,” he said sternly, looking over to see if the smoke cleared enough to be able to make out where he was going. “Now.”

“Wait,” you call out as he begins to guide you away from the chaos. “What about Jess? And Scuba? We need to find them.”

Ryan shook his head as he turned to face you. “In this mess? Baby, we can’t see a fucking thing right now. Let’s just get out first then-” he cut himself off when the sound of a siren was heard, which was followed by a cop car speeding past the two of you. “Serve and protect my ass.” He muttered at the fleeing car before he resumed his task of getting you away from this street.

“We can’t leave them,” you tried to say but he wasn’t having it.

You are his top priority at the moment and you have been since the second things became official between the two of you a mere year ago. Actually, maybe even before that. “We can’t worry about them right now,” he mumbled as you and he finally made it to an area that had very little smoke in it. “We have to get the fuck away from all of this first.”

“But, Ryan-”

“But nothing,” he cut you off as he came to a stop, finally giving your arm a break. “We can’t go back for them, okay? Not when he might still be back there somewhere. The police aren’t doing fuckall to keep you guys safe, clearly. I’ll do it myself by getting you away from here.”

He tried to get you to go with him, but the guilt was slowly taking over your body. “They’re our friends, Ry, we can’t just leave without knowing they’re okay,”

“I’m not losing you,” he nearly yelled as he turned back around to face you. You almost bump into him at the abrupt stop but his hands on your biceps steady you instantly. “Someone was just fucking decapitated in broad daylight, Y/n, why the fuck would we go back there? This isn’t a game, he wants everyone involved in that night dead, and that includes you. I’m not losing you, okay? I won’t. Especially not to some prick in a fucking John Carver costume.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears as you looked up at your boyfriend, who was clearly running on pure adrenaline right now. While you desperately wanted to go back and find Jess and Scuba, you knew it was a bad idea when it could be you who gets killed next.

Ryan was just trying to protect you, like he said he would back when things began going down hill. And he was right. Gabby and Evan were already missing, you could be taken, too, at any given second. You needed to get away, save yourselves, first. Then maybe you could help once everything settled down again.

You reach up and grip his white tee as the first of many tears fell from your wide eyes. “Okay,” you weakly agree, taking his hand in yours. “Okay, we need to go.”

Ryan gave you a conflicted smile as he pressed a hard kiss to your forehead and tightened his hold on your hand before leading you even further away from the destroyed parade.

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newwwwusername · 5 months

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Fic title : Stools Aren't Very Expensive

@droptheprompt height difference dialogue prompt : "Can you stop putting everything on the top shelves?!"

Rating : Teen & Up Audiences

Fandom : Thanksgiving (2023 Movie)

Pairing : Scott/Ryan

Additional tags : Height Differences, Fluff, Teasing, Annoyance, Trans Scott (Thanksgiving 2023), Dysphoria, Light-Hearted, Implied/Referenced Drug Use

Word count : 189

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bunnyhugs77 · 4 months

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Daddy Daycare

Pairing: Technician! Jungkook x Teacher's Assistant! Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Part: 1, 2, 3

Series Content: daycare au, suggestive themes, love at first sight? dilf jk, mentions of antidepressants, mint jk and blonde jk, jk cant sleep, sexual themes, he's so whipped, toxic ex, minor baby mama drama, gold diggers, mentions of death, complicated family history, cute kid cameos, reader can't drive, jk is good with his hands, mentions of abusive relationships, so much fluff.

Other Series Content: soft dom! jk, muscle kink, pussy puts his ass to sleep, unprotected sex (just don't), oral sex (f! and m! receiving), brief choking, minor breeding kink, hickeys, brief dom! reader, reader makes him wait, intimate cuddling, praise.

"And the kiss. Oh, Vanessa, the kiss was something else!" You exclaim, helping to set up the Christmas decorations around the class.

It was only the day after Thanksgiving which means the Christmas season was now in full swing. Stepping up on the small stepping stool to hang the green tinsel over the whiteboard.

"It sounds like you had a good night. What's the problem then?" Vanessa sets up the miniature Christmas tree in the corner.

"I did. Everything was going so well. Dare I say perfectly, until his phone was going off non stop from someone named Hanna saying things like 'when am I gonna see you again' and 'I can't stop thinking about our night together'"

Vanessa gasps. "So what did Jungkook say?" You chew on our bottom lip, "He was putting Ryan to bed in the other room, so he wasn't there when I saw those messages pop up." She tsks.

"I tried to tell you. Nothing good comes from dealing with a parent." You sighed heavily, looking out the window at the playground that was covered in a thick white blanket of snow.

"I know, but I couldn't help it. Him and his stupid smile and his pretty eyes." Vanessa hums smugly. "I'm sure Hanna thinks the same thing." You groan. She's right.

"You're right, I shouldn't get involved. She could be the mother of his child for all I know."

"For your own sake. You better pray she's not. Ex's are a royal pain in the-"

"Good Morning." Vanessa interrupts her own words as she greets the parents that walked in.

Crouching near the bookshelf while you organized the fallen books, from the corner of your eye you were able to pick up on the entrance of your minor headache. Not Ryan, of course, his father.

Ryan was just a sweetheart who greeted you with a hug so tight that he'd knocked you out of your crouched position onto your bum. "Ryan! Be careful." You'd never heard Jungkook's voice so stern. You make sure the boy is okay and help him back to his feet before moving your hair back to where it should be.

"Sorry, Ms. Hill." He apologizes with those big brown eyes that he clearly gets from his dad. "It's okay, I'm fine." You reassure with a smile and he runs off.

Jungkook offers you his hand to help you up but you stand on your own, dusting off your jeans with a clearing of your throat. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I promise. I landed on the carpet."

"That's not what I meant." He says.

Taking a quick glance around the classroom, noticing some parents still making their way in and out of the classroom and the kids making their way to their seats. "You know, now really isn't a good time-" About to move out of his way, he steps in front of you.

Instinctively your eyes rolled, trying to remember what Vanessa told you. Not to get involved. "I know you saw the texts. Let me explain." You shake your head, "It's none of my business, there's nothing to explain. You should get going. I wouldn't want you to be late for work."

With that said, you walk away, heading towards the desks where your students waited patiently for instruction.

Jungkook walked out of the daycare that day deflated and unable to think about anything aside from you, and that look in your eyes. Like you were disappointed, as if you had high hopes for him and he let you down.

He thought he could just move past it, maybe even accept that things wouldn't work out between the two of you, but seeing you everyday, smiling with all the other parents and giving him nothing more than a simple head acknowledgement was killing him.

As much as he wanted to explain himself, he didn't want to force himself into your life. He wanted you to want to hear him out, even if that meant the two of you not talking much or at all for a few weeks then he was going to have to be okay with that.

But there were some days he had to physically restrain himself from breaking the no-contact. He remembers the day vividly. It was the first week back from winter break, maybe he was so pent up because he hadn't been able to see you for two weeks or if it was how good you looked in your leggings.

All he knows is that somewhere between that mix and you squatting to pick something from off the ground, for the briefest of seconds he'd caught sight of the strappy black thong that rose over your hips before they were hidden once again under your bottoms.

No one would've noticed it. No one that wasn't mildly obsessed with you that is. He quickly sent Ryan off and left for work. Managing to somehow squeeze in 13 hours of work into an 8 hour shift, he'd overcompensated as a means to distract himself.

"So you guys just haven't talked since you shooed him?" Vanessa asks for clarification, wrapping her scarf securely around her neck, getting ready to head out after offering you a ride which you couldn't object to, weather conditions were worsening as you were entering the heart of winter in the middle of January.

"I didn't shoo him, but I definitely would've handled things differently if I knew he would start avoiding me. I didn't want things to end like this." You explain, digging your hands deep into your pockets the moment the two of you stepped outside. The chilling air blew in your hair and around your earmuffs with determination.

You strapped yourself in passenger seat, "So you didn't actually want things to end?" With your head laying back on the headrest you puffed out a stressed breath, unintentionally making a small circle of condensation on your window. Like a child you drew a little heart in the middle.

"I thought I did, y'know? Wanted to do what you said and stay away, but maybe I got hasty." She hums oddly, making a ominous "Mhm" sound. "What does that mean?" She pulls out of the parking lot slowly, the snow was really falling tonight, laying on the ground in thick increments.

"Nothing." Turning to face her with your body, "No, no. Say it."

"I've been here. You know I've been here, I've been in a very similar position, but I did somehow manage to get a decent outcome, but things could've gotten much worse, not just for the relationship but for his kid at the time. So, I guess what I'm saying is, take this little break to really think about if this is the kind of thing you want to get yourself involved in."

You nodded, sitting with your hands in your lap like an obedient child. Really taking what Vanessa was saying into deep consideration. Deciding to reflect on it for the rest of the car ride to your building.

"What a day." You sigh, as you drop your keys onto the small counter you kept near the door.

The first thing you noticed was how cold it was inside your apartment, as if trying to compete with the flurrying outdoors. "Why is it so cold in here?" You whisper to yourself.

Flicking on the lights, or at least that's what you wanted. "What the--" the switch flies up then down then up again with the tip of your finger as you restlessly try to turn the lights on. "You've got to be joking."

Wrapping yourself tighter into your jacket as you walk through your dark apartment, relying on the sheer memorization of the layout to get you to the bathroom where you tried turning on the tap. Nothing.

The pipes must've frozen. and the snowstorm blew out your power.

This was great news for you, you'd always loved the movie Frozen and now you get to experience it first hand!!

"You've reached the voicemail box of--"

"Fuck you!" You shout at your phone after 5 hours and the twelfth attempt you'd made at calling your landlord. He's always been an asshole but ignoring his tenants when they were freezing to death is an all new low even for him.

You'd managed to wrap yourself in a blanket burrito surrounded by the 4 candles you were able to light before your hands began to freeze. Your body was barely managing to keep warm until you remembered the small cheap space heater you'd bought from a thrift store a few years back.

But it was buried deep in your closet. However, it took you no time to find it as you dug through the mountains of miscellaneous objects and finally pulled it out from the bottom.

Rushing to plug it in with desperation. Then you remembered. There was no power. As badly as you wanted to scream and toss the heater across your dimly lit room, you didn't. Instead you sat quietly in your burrito and began to cry.

What if this was it?

Tomorrow your students would find out their teacher had frozen to death. Were you being dramatic? You weren't even sure. You're not even sure how they would react, but you're sure the parents would be shocked- and Jungkook.

Jungkook.

"Jungkook!" You gasp. Your freezing hands reaching for your phone, trying to type in his number as fast as you could but your joints felt like they were dead locked in place and moved 1 key per minute.

The phone began to ring, and ring,,,

On the other end of the line, Jungkook was also having a pretty rough night. Laying on his bed with his bare stomach facing the ceiling eyes wide open and his brain a never ending circus.

He tried to focus on his breathing, but he couldn't sleep.

He hasn't been able to get a good sleep for a few months now.

Turning on his side he looked at the picture of him and Ryan at his third birthday party. He was so much smaller then. 'I looked so happy' he thinks to himself with a sad smile on his face.

Beginning to wish that Ryan was with him in that moment but he knew it was for the best that he'd dropped him at his parents' for the weekend. He was beginning to enter one of those episodes and he couldn't stop it, no matter how badly he wanted to, no matter how hard he tries to.

Ryan deserved a father who could be happy all the time-- He sits up. Holding his head in his hands, taking deep breaths. Erasing those thoughts- trying to. Slowly letting his vision roam back to his night stand drawer where he kept his pills.

God, was it always going to be like this?

Lifelessly he reached for the handle and pulled it open, his hands blindly reaching for the cylindrical bottle and unscrewing the cap taking the recommended dose before putting it away.

He lays back down with a soft grunt, staring up at the ceiling tumultuously. Resting his hands on his firm core, focusing on the way it rises and falls with every breath, thinking about the day it stops. The day he's no longer sentenced to the time he's currently serving in his own mind-

"I should try to get some sleep" He mumbles to no one in particular.

His eyes shoot open after a mere 3 seconds of being closed. He listens to it ring, ring and ring, not sure he's in the mood to be taking any calls right now.

Though, it may be his parents with an emergency. He finds himself rolling onto his stomach, more than shocked to see your name pop up on his phone.

"Hello?"

"H-Hi! It's me. I'm sorry if I woke you up," Your voice was refreshing, like the first ray of sunshine after a dark and stormy night or the smell of fresh coffee in the morning.

"No, you didn't wake me. What's up?" You weren't sure if you were looking too deep into things but he sounded different. His voice was flatter, none of that familiar bubbly hint to be found in it, then again, It was nearly one in the morning.

"You probably don't remember but you gave me your card, and said if I ever had any technical issues I could give you a call," your teeth were chattering, prompting you to wrap yourself even tighter.

"I remember." How could he forget.

"Yea! Well, my apartment has no power or running water, so its pretty cold over here, and I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks on how to get something to work."

He sits up abruptly. "What?"

"Yeah, my landlord is pretty shitty and hasn't answered my calls, I'm not even sure if maintenance is available or even knows about the situation themselves." You hear some muffling on the other end assuming he'd dropped his phone but it was actually Jungkook rushing to put on a shirt.

"Hello?" you say blankly, wondering if you'd lost connection.

"It's a fucking snowstorm outside. You'll freeze." You laugh, and that stops him in his tracks for a moment, "Oh I know, I'm getting a little taste of that right now actually. Do you by any chance know what the first signs of frostbite are?"

"Send me your address, I'm coming to get you."

"No, Jungkook. I wont let you do that, the roads are terrible." He doesn't respond, or maybe he does, you couldn't hear over the sound of keys jingling.

Clearly it was useless trying to change his mind, and the last thing you'd want is for him to go out of his way for nothing so you sent him your address.

What would usually be 15 minute drive had turned into 40 with the poor weather conditions but it wasn't any more than an hour before you heard knocking on your door.

Still wrapped in your thick blankets you opened it.

"Are you alright? How do you feel?" Jungkook inspects you, taking your hands in his, "You're ice cold." He says, reaching into his jacket pocket and placing his hand warmers in yours. "Keep those, they'll help you warm up." He insists.

"Do you have everything?" You nod while briefly raising your overnight bag. "Okay, let's go."

The drive over was silent, you somehow managed to fit your seatbelt over your jacket and blanket that you couldn't part with. Jungkook periodically looked over to se if you were okay, never actually saying anything but the concern in his eyes was evident with every glance.

The first step inside his place gave you chills, the good kind, finally. Not the ones that left you shaking for warmth. It was so warm, Jungkook took your bag while walking you towards the living room as he turned on the fireplace, suggesting you warm up before doing anything else.

"Here," He hands you a warm mug of hot chamomile with a bit of honey for sweetness. "Thank you, Jungkook. For everything." You say sincerely, afraid you'd be repaying him for all the times he'd saved your ass in this life and the next.

"Don't mention it." Unwilling to accept such a humble response, "No. I'm serious. I disturbed your night, and you dropped everything to help me." He smiles for the first time all night, it was a small one but it was still a smile.

"I told you, already. I wasn't doing anything. I'm actually glad you called, it was nice to get out of my head for a bit." your head tilts unconsciously at that last part. "Nevermind." Checking his watch, it was nearly three in the morning.

"I set up your stuff in my room. It's getting pretty late, you should get some rest." Your eyes were feeling pretty heavy now that he mentioned it, you didn't fight it. Slowly standing from the pile of throw overs you'd buried yourself underneath making your way upstairs.

"Wait." You pause at the first step.

"Where's Ryan?" You should've realized sooner, but what could you say, you were a bit wrapped up earlier. Literally. "He's at his grandparents, probably snoring right now as we speak." You smile.

You'd gotten ready, taking a much needed shower and tying your hair back into two braids so that they would have some soft waves for tomorrow.

You sat cross legged on Jungkook's bed with your MacBook on your lap as you went through some of the classroom picture's you were yet to send to parents from the Winter Wonderland Concert the daycare had put on last week.

"Hey," Your head snaps up to see Jungkook peeking his head through the door, "I just wanted to say Goodnight." He says and you smile, but you'd just come across something you're sure he would love to see.

"Come look at this video of Ryan singing his interpretation of the opera singer we had perform last week." Jungkook sits beside you on the bed with his legs stretched out in front of him.

He paused when he turned to look at you, "What?" Your face is puzzled at his concentrated expression. "I didn't know you wore glasses?" He says and it reminds you that this was the first time he'd seen you with lenses on, or anyone for that matter.

"Yeah, I usually wear contacts-- Look! This is the part," You get distracted as the video begins to play. And somehow one video turns into five and the computer slides off your lap into the gap between the both of you as your head laid against his padded shoulder.

You'd fallen asleep. Slowly Jungkook closes the laptop and places it on the nightstand, even more carefully removing your glasses and placing them on top of the stowed away device.

Letting you down gently until your head hits the pillow, he sneakily begins to slip out of your grasp. "Stay." You say, your eyes closed and body still. Maybe he was hearing things. He shakes it off and begins to step away.

"Please, m'Cold." You mumble into the pillow with your eyes still shut.

"Do you want me to turn up the heat?" He offers like the gentleman he is, for the first time he saw a sign of consciousness as you slightly shake your head. "I want you to stay, please?"

He was nervous. Settling himself under the convers with you, remaining as far as possible and turning off the bedside lamp. Within two minutes his body froze as you'd rolled over from your side until your head was on his chest.

He wonders if you could feel the way his heart was racing.

you could.

"Relax," you quip, half-awake. Oddly enough, that actually does help him to relax, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist for comfort. Feeling your body against his didn't trigger his perversions as he once thought it would.

It felt so much better than that. He felt, comfortable. The way your body radiated a calming heat onto him and reassured him that someone was both physically and emotionally present was just enough to lull him to sleep.

As the night morphed into a radiant sunrise you began to stir in your sleep. Your limbs stretching across the the grey sheets and soft blankets while the tips of your fingers roamed the surface.

Slowly remembering where you were and realizing you were in the bed alone. Though you specifically remember going to sleep with him. When did he get up?

Tugging down the leg of your sweatpants that had rolled up at the ankle at some point during your blissful sleep. Rubbing your eyes as you stepped into the bathroom to brush your teeth before finally following that pleasant scent that was wafting around the house.

"Still avoiding me?" You joke as you laid your eyes on Jungkook's broad back that was facing you as he flipped pancakes. He turns to you with a lopsided smile.

"Avoiding you?" Nodding, letting your hands trace the back of the chair before taking a seat at the island, watching him.

"Yeah, you've been avoiding me since thanksgiving." His brows furrow then raise in a mix of confusion and astonishment. "Me? I have not been avoiding you. I was giving you space."

Bracing your hands down on the countertop you shake your head. "Yes you have. Every day you see me and just leave, not a good morning or anything."

Jungkook flips this battered treat a little harder than he should. "Yeah, because the last time I had tried to talk to you, you made it pretty clear you didn't want to talk, so why would I force it?"

You sigh. Vanessa was right, maybe you did shoo him. "I didn't mean to disregard you so inconsiderately, I was just-- I don't know what I was feeling in that moment, honestly." He turns to face you once again, leaning back on the counter.

"I know, that's why I wanted to explain myself." Your eyes watch his buff chest raise and fall as he takes a deep breath, "My eyes are up here." He points between the two of you, and you felt like you could just fall over and die.

You clear your throat, deciding that you simply couldn't make eye contact with him at all after that!

He notices your embarrassed body language, "Hey, I was just joking, I don't mind your eyes wandering a little." He teases and it somehow made your face even hotter, you were afraid you would burst into flames.

"Just-Just go back to what you were saying." You almost plead as you run a hand through your wavy hair.

Jungkook plates the last pancake on to your elegantly presented plate, before sliding it in front of you. Making a plate for himself he decides to eat standing up in front of you with his plate on the counter you could maintain direct eye contact.

"I met Hana about a year ago at Ryan's old school before we switched here. She's another parent I'd met at one of their events. I was going through a lot of shit back then, so relationships were the furthest thing from my mind but one night about 6 months ago, our kids were away at a summer camp for 2 days; and after a few play dates over the prior months, she'd called me to let me know that Ryan had left one of his toys at her place. So I went to pick it up, but we ended up talking, had a few drinks and one thing led to another and then shit hit the roof." He sighs before taking a bite of his breakfast, which is delicious by the way.

Your head tilted to the side ever so slightly, subconsciously of course but Jungkook took it as an indication to explain. "I made sure it was clear to her it was just a one time thing and she agreed. For the first few weeks I thought we were on the same page, but then she started calling me and leaving these... desperate voicemails. After that I already knew I wouldn't be be bringing Ryan back to that preschool, besides their teachers were terrible." You nod, no longer eating as the story kept you fed and engaged.

"At first I thought she would stop over time, but she didn't. It only got worse, so I finally called her back to let her know she needed to stop but she wanted to have the conversation in person, which sounded reasonable to me at the time, but I should've seen right through it because low and behold, the same mistake was made, once again."

"Wait," You pause him, "So when did you guys hook up the second time?" His eyes look up to the ceiling as though the answer was written on it, "Sometime around the end of August, just a few weeks before school started." The twinge of jealousy that bubbled in your stomach was undeniable but you had no right to be jealous. He literally had no idea you existed at the time.

"And she kept calling your phone all the way until Thanksgiving?" you say with a weird tone, unsure how Jungkook would've let her continue to bother him for so long. Almost with shame he nods,

"I kept saying I would get around to cutting her off once and for all, but I went to a pretty dark place, y'know how life can get sometimes. I didn't care much for anything at all, but when I saw what it had done to us," he gestures between the two of you, "I realized my negligence was driving away people that were important to me, and I didn't want to lose you. So I had ended things with her once and for all shortly after new years. Y'know, wanting to start off the year fresh and shit like that."

You swallow, "I had no idea, you were going through such a hard time." You say almost sadly but maintain the soft smile on your face. A similar one creeping onto his face, "Well then that's good. Means the antidepressants are doing their job." He chuckles and you didn't know whether to laugh along or be concerned.

"It's okay Y/n, you can laugh." You smile, "I-I just don't know what to say. All this time I was thinking I was some kind of home-wrecker or that you were seeing someone else, but to hear you explain what was actually going on makes me feel like such an idiot."

Jungkook scoffs jokingly, "Homewrecker? If Ryan's mother was still in the picture, a 'homewrecker' would be exactly what I would need, and a bullet to the head if I'm being honest." he shakes his head, remembering what he describes as the worst time in his life. Your hand boldly clasps over your mouth stifling a laugh at his dramatic expression.

He laughs, "I'm serious, though." His smile fades, "Those are seven years I can never get back." You flinch at the number, that's almost a decade. Calculations begin to roll around your head autonomously. "So-" You begin to say but he already knew where you were going with this.

"We met at 15, had Ryan at 21 unexpectedly, but no regrets of course, and broke up at 22, thank god." Releasing a calming breath of air as he says that last part, clearly they didn't end on good terms if he feels so at peace every time he mentions her absence.

"But that's enough about me for the day. How's your apartment? Any updates on the power?" You shake your head, digging back into your food, "Hopefully it should be fixed by tonight, I'd hate to over stay my welcome." Jungkook rolls his eyes, "You know I want you here more than anything, and I'm not letting you go back to your place until things are up and running again."

You didn't bother fighting him on it, you knew it would be you fighting a losing battle so you let him have it.

It would be a lie to say that you didn't enjoy your lazy Saturday with Jungkook, the two of you lounged around the house talking the day away. You watched breaking bad and kept saying that you had to stop to do some schedule planning for the kids but you couldn't seem to leave the couch, or his arms. "Just one more episode" becoming a meaningless statement.

He was seriously invested in your stories from your travels in Europe over the summer, expressing how he dreams to visit one day.

Time seemed to have zoomed for the next 3 hours, now bringing you to a dark sky and the crackling fireplace keeping you warm as you played a childish round of truth or drink.

The two of you sat comfortably on the carpet with the game cards stacked neatly on the coffee table which was also responsible for holding your shot glasses.

Your chest was already warm from the consequences of three passed questions while Jungkook only had passed two.

"Your turn," your voice bubbly and excited as you pick up the card for Jungkook, flipping it over to ask him. "What's something you've never told anyone?" He sits there, and you can see he really thinks about it. Glancing back and forth between the shot glass and the card in your hand.

"I'm a millionaire." He says it so casually, with a bit of booze in your brain you begin to die of laughter. "Yeah, me too." You snicker, slwoly beginning to quiet down as you realize he wasn't laughing with you.

"Oh my god, are you being serious?" He shrugs, "I guess so. Remember when I said I was going through a lot of shit a year ago? Well part of that stems from me getting some cryptic ass letter that basically announced the death of some rich guy who claimed to be my biological father and left me his inheritance."

You sit there quietly, "I showed my parents the letter as a gag, expecting to get a good laugh out of it and that turned out to be one of the most depressing conversations I'd ever endured." Jungkook honestly wasn't sure why he was telling you all this, he'd told you things today he never thought he'd share with anyone but there was something that let him feel like he could be open with you.

"So you're telling me, you found out you were adopted and suddenly a millionaire on the same day." A slow nodding of his head was all it took for you to see he clearly wasn't thrilled about it. "I still haven't touched the money, really. Although I did use it to cover my parents' mortgage for the next few years. I don't really know what to do with the rest of it."

A small hum escapes your throat as you ponder, "If you ever feel like it's a burden to you, don't hesitate to just pass it on to me. It'll be hard but I'm sure I could think of something to do with it." His head falls back as his body shakes slightly with his laughter, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Your turn," He says, hands reaching to flip over a card as he reads it out to you. "How many people have you slept with?" He makes a certain face at the card as if he was displeased. "This is a bit invasive, do you want me to pick up another one?" You shrug, "I don't mind answering. It's one."

"Like one this year?" It slips out before he can catch it, and he regrets it, you can tell. "No. Just one person, ever. My ex. I'm not really one to have any sexcapades. I have a rule." You're sure if he had bunny ears, one would flop up in curiosity. "Oh?"

"I never go all the way with someone until at least six months of dating them so I can see that they're all in for the right reasons. hence why only one has made it so far. Everyone else usually thinks they can like persuade me three months in." Suddenly your throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper. "Is that a deal breaker for you?" Intently you watched the way he played with the ring hooped in his bottom lip with a serious expression.

"Are you saying we're dating, Y/n?" A teasing smirk spreads across his lips. You look away, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze on your from a mere foot away. "If that's okay with you-" A gentle hand cups your jaw as he turns you to face him, taking your breath away with a sweet kiss. His lips were as soft as you remembered them to be.

You could feel a certain shift in the kiss, turning from gentle and sweet to something a little deeper. It were as though there were magnets between your bodies, you found yourselves impossibly close to the point Jungkook forced himself to pull away from you, only to welcome you to straddle his hips.

"I'm okay with that." he grins before resuming his passionate attack on your lips.

2:04am

Your glasses were on and your hair was up, that was a sign that it was time for you to finally go to sleep yet here you were. Sitting up at the table with a stack of files you'd brought from your place that you needed to go through.

The border around your eyes were tinted red as you strained to stay up and finish, but you weren't even close.

"You're still up?" Jungkook says softly as he comes down in nothing but his black sweatpants. "I could ask you the same thing." Hardly sparing him a glance as you write down numbers onto the papers.

"You know I don't sleep much ever since I got my prescription. I can get 3-4 hours at night if I'm lucky." You frown, finally looking up at him, proud of yourself for not letting your jaw hit the floor as you patrolled him as he went to fill a glass of water from the fridge.

You knew he had a sleeve of tattoos, it was one of the first things you'd noticed about him, but you had no idea his back had its own art as well. The sleeve of tattoos that creeped over the back of his shoulder as it morphed into the most beautiful pair of inked angel wings that spread out across the expanse of his upper back.

You swallowed, shaking away your filthy thoughts. "What's got you up so late?" He leans over you to get a glimpse at the papers. "Regulatory compliances." It was so cute when he was confused. "Basically I have to cross reference the curriculum with our lesson plans and report that everything we're doing is aligned with the boards' outline." It dawns on him in the form of a soft 'ah'.

"When does this have to be done by?"

"Wednesday," It comes out with a rough tone and exhausted groan, you were clearly stressed. "Okay, Y/n, it's only Sunday. How about you put a pin in it and get some rest, hm?" Warm hands are placed on your shoulders and you nearly fall asleep right there but you shake your head, "I'm fine, I can keep going-" You yawn for what must be the 4th time since Jungkook came down.

"Okay, That's it. Come on, we're going to bed." He closes your files and takes your hand, letting you hop out of the chair and follow him up the steps debatably against your will as you're sure you would've given up no longer than 15 minutes later.

The moment your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light. Jungkook chuckles to himself softly at the thought that you truly tried to argue that you weren't tired.

He slips in beside you, loving the way your body naturally detected him and began to roll over towards him just like you did the night before, slotting yourself into his side. Once again, your warmth and the soft feeling of your heartbeat on his ribcage mixing together, prompting his brain to release enough melatonin until his eyes closed.

"Good news." Is the first thing you say as you walk into the living room at 2pm after your well needed shower. "The power is working again at my place," Jungkook pouts at what he took as bad news, he was not-so-secretly hoping you would be staying a little longer.

"Don't look so sad, you see me literally every day." the dimple in your right cheek making a brief appearance as you smiled, making your way over to him on the couch.

"I know, but I really like having you here." You poke his cheeks that puffed up with his sad expression. "If you want to see me a little longer, then would you be okay with giving me a ride back to my place?"

He scoffs, "It's funny you thought I wasn't going to drop you off in the first place." he leans forward to drop a quick peck to your lips catching you off guard before bouncing up out of his spot, hardly giving you a chance to process.

The two of you making comfortable conversation with small giggles as you begin to put your jackets on, preparing to return you back to your apartment. Tugging your hat on with a firm pull before you picked up your bag and declared that you were ready to go.

Jungkook opened the door, stepping out with you closely behind him. Not sure if your eyes were blinded by the gleaming light that was reflected off the snow or the bright flashes of light emitted from the dozens of paparazzi camped outside the driveway.

Jungkook's name was shouted from various different people as they waved to get his attention as if being outside his front door wasn't alarming enough. Jungkook's face had been covered in disbelief just like yours, but differently he was able to shake it off and maintain his composure.

Taking your hand in a reassuring manner, he continued his path down the steps, whispering to you to keep your head down as you followed behind him. "Is it true that you're the secret son of the late business tycoon Jeon Jaehoon?" The woman holds a microphone to Jungkook, looking for an answer, and she most certainly got one.

"How about you ask me again when I make sure you're all behind bars for trespassing and harassment hm? How does that sound?" The flashes finally stop and some photographers begin to leave, Jungkook doesn't even wait for them all to leave, trusting that he got his point across clearly and makes his way to the drivers seat.

Once the doors closed it was as though you'd trapped in a foot deep layer or tension within it. Jungkook's chest rises slowly, flared nostrils and tensed brows before a slow and agitated exhaled. "It wasn't you right?" He asks.

Your posture straightens as you face him.

"What?"

"Tell me that it's all just a coincidence, Y/n. I tell you about the inheritance last night and suddenly there's paparazzi buzzing outside my house today?" Your head juts back, offended. "Are you implying that I told someone what you told me in confidence last night? Are you being serious right now?"

"I'm paranoid, okay? I'm sorry."

You sigh. As pissed as you wanted to be, you had to see it from his perspective. A swarm of paparazzi showing up less than than 24 hours after he shares the information with the first person outside his family doesn't exactly work in your favour.

"It's fine, I get it. I'd be paranoid too." He starts the car, leaving his now vacated lot behind. "Then who would do this?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

The following day was as hectic as any other day but you loved your job. Working with such big personalities that were bursting out their small bodies.

But you did love the end of the day too, sayin goodbye and mentally preparing for some relaxation when you finally got home. All day you'd be fantasizing about drawing a nice warm bath with eucalyptus and lavender oils.

You thought of it as the perfect way to wind down after a long day. Although seeing Jungkook's face for a few minutes while he picked up Ryan.

"I'm here to pick up my son." You turn around with a smile, to the new and unfamiliar face. She was tall with dark long locks that were curled at the ends, her heels were high and her face was looked like it belonged billboards and magazines.

You were a bit confused, you'd never seen her before, and you're sure you'd remember someone that brought in such a domineering aura the way she did.

"Sure, if you don't mind me asking who you are." You wanted to remain as polite as possible not wanting to offend her.

"I'm Ryan's mother."

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞. ophelia. early twenties. she/they. multi-fandom. horror enthusiast, cozy gamer, swiftie & daughter of cain. here to indulge in my slutty fictional fantasies.

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Chapter Word Count: ~7,400

Total Fic Word Count: ~30,000

Genre: (Wedding) Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, lots of bed sharing and every self indulgent fluffy trope possible.

Warnings: None? Lots of fluff? Occasional cussing? Some suggestive themes, moments, and jokes I guess. No smut or anything!

Disclaimer: I am not Daniel Sharman, and I do not pretend to know how he would act, speak, etc. This is fiction okay, there’s a lot of creative license, and potential to be OOC. Ricky isn’t mentioned because I started writing this before we knew he existed, so apologies for that. Also, if you’re DShar himself, please do us both a favor and don’t read this, okay???? Same if you know him 🙈

Title taken from the song Yellow Lights by Harry Hudson which suits this story quite a bit!

A/N: You thought I'd skip all the possibilities and tropes that come with the holidays?! Of course not. This is the final part to Yellow Lights. Thank you all for making my return to writing and posting so wonderful. I am so, so, grateful. I hope the ending lives up to your expectations. <3

The next month and a half passes by uneventfully. I try not to spend all of my time thinking about how great Rachel's wedding was, and equally try to ignore the wistful feeling Henry’s wedding left me with. Having Daniel be my fake boyfriend in front of my family showed me everything that I’d ever wanted; someone who fit in seamlessly, who loved me for me, with the perfect balance of romance and friendship. Whatever crush I had successfully buried when Daniel and I first met is now achingly hard to avoid. I curse my active imagination and optimism for letting me indulge in the moments of pretend, leaning too comfortably into our façade.

As a result, I don’t talk to Daniel much. He is busy finishing filming his project in London, and I try to focus on my life in LA. I’ve become paranoid that every text I send him is one too many, too annoying, or too bothersome. I figure I can reassess things when Daniel comes home from filming, and try to find my footing in our friendship again.

This seems like a solid plan until I’m on Zoom with my family for Thanksgiving. Since I’ve already flown back once this year for the wedding, and I’m planning to fly back again next month for Christmas, staying put for Thanksgiving was the economical choice. The call is mostly uneventful until the subject of Daniel comes up.

“Where’s that boy?” Aunt Judith crows from her spot at the dining table.

“Hmm?” I ask.

“She means Daniel.” Ryan rolls his eyes, bringing the iPad closer to her.

“Oh! Right.” I try to recover. “He’s still away filming his new project, actually, but I was able to fly out to see him at the end of September for another wedding, actually.”

Aunt Judith frowns. “That’s a long time to not see someone that handsome—” I start to laugh, “Are you sure he’s not cheating on you?”

Oh shit. It’s in this moment that I realize Daniel and I had never “broken up” as far as my family knows. I hear the rest of my family start sputtering in the background.

“Aunt Judith— you can’t just—”

“That’s awful, I—”

“It is kind of a long time, huh?—”

I try to keep a straight face. “Guys! It’s okay. He’s an actor, it comes with the territory. I expected this.”

“So you aren’t sure that he’s not cheating on you?” Ryan frowns.

“That isn’t what I meant, Ry. Daniel and I are fine. We’re really good, actually.”

“Well I certainly hope you’ll be bringing him home for Christmas then.” Aunt Judith huffs.

“It would be nice to see him,” Rachel speaks up for the first time, and her husband Nick nods. “I didn’t get to talk to him a whole lot at the wedding.”

I clear my throat, my mind racing. “You know, we haven’t actually talked about what we’re doing for Christmas yet; I’ll have to see what he’s doing— if he’s going to spend it with his family.”

“But you’re still coming home,” Ryan states.

“Yes, I am still coming home, no matter what.”

Ryan and Rachel’s mom, my auntie Kim speaks up. “I think it’s pretty common for a boyfriend to defer to his girlfriend’s family for the holidays. I mean, Ryan splits the day with Katharine of course, but Nick always came here with Rachel.”

“I hear you, Auntie Kim, but Daniel never gets to see his family so I’m not sure— all I’m saying is I’m not sure. He may very well come, and I will let you all know as soon as I know.” I smile tersely.

“Well hurry up, and find out,” Auntie Kim chastises. “Christmas is only a month away.”

When I hang up with them, it’s 7pm and I’m feeling antsy. How could I have forgotten that my entire family still thought Daniel and I were together? I’m not sure how to get out of this one. Tired of panicking alone in my head, I pick up my phone and dial Daniel before I can talk myself out of it. It rings and rings, and my anxiety that he won’t answer grows with each tone.

Eventually I hear rustling on the other line.

“Lauren?” Daniel’s voice crackles through the phone.

“Hi.”

“Are you alright?”

“What? Uh— yeah, I just needed to talk to you about something—” I glance at the time on my phone. “Oh god, no. What time is it there? I’m so sorry— I didn’t even stop to think about the time difference, I—”

I hear him suppress a yawn. “Lauren. It must be pretty important if you’re calling me AND rambling like this.”

“No, no, it can wait, I’m sorry— uh, go back to bed. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Lauren,” he stops me softly and firmly. “Stop apologizing. What’s going on?”

I sit quietly, feeling like an absolute idiot.

“Lauren, come on. You can tell me.”

“I— we… we never broke up?”

He laughs. “Sorry, what?”

“We never broke up.”

“Am I still asleep, is this a dream?”

“My family still thinks we’re together and they asked me if you’re coming home for Christmas.”

We’re both quiet for a moment.

“Oh.” is all he says.

“I talked to them for Thanksgiving, and they were asking about you. I realized too late that they thought we were still together— because I never told them we broke up. I didn’t think it through this far.”

“Right, I didn’t either.”

My phone starts ringing, telling me Daniel’s trying to FaceTime me.

I accept, and I’m faced with a dark screen.

“Why are we FaceTiming?”

I hear a lamp click on and suddenly Daniel’s face is illuminated as he lays in bed, lines from his pillow still on his face.

“Figured we should at least be able to see each other if you’re going to break up with me in the middle of the night,” he teases.

I shake my head. “Not funny, this is serious, D.”

“I know, I know.”

“If I break up with you, they’re going to yell at me and tell me I’m a stupid idiot.”

Daniel laughs.

“And if you break up with me they’re going to hate you, which means they’ll hate that we managed to ‘stay friends.’ And if it’s mutual…..” I shake my head, thinking. “They’ll think we were lying.”

“Which we were.”

I sigh, “Which we were.”

“So,” Daniel pulls his blanket up higher. “What are our options here?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I called you.”

I watch him stare off into space and reminisce about when I got to see this sleepy Daniel firsthand in Cape Cod.

“I could come for Christmas…” he trails off and I frown.

“That seems like asking a lot. You’ve already given up a lot of your free time this year for me.”

He shrugs into his pillow. “Do you not want me to come for Christmas?”

I pause. “I mean, that isn’t really the issue here. You have to be tired of being in love with me by now.”

He laughs loudly — a stark contrast to the quiet of his room. “Yes, being in love with you is very exhausting.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I’m kidding. Being in love with you is not exhausting. At all.”

I roll my eyes and say nothing. “I don’t think I can bear to break your family’s hearts at Christmas of all times.”

“Man of the year.” I drawl. “What are you supposed to be doing for Christmas? Going home?”

“No, usually I travel somewhere, but I hadn't decided yet.”

I hum in response.

“Kind of leaning towards traveling to Massachusetts now, if I’m honest.”

I look at him incredulously, only to see a playful grin on his face, but I know he’s serious.

“I’m not going to stop you if you really want to come. But I—” I swallow. “Eventually we’re going to need to plan for whatever happens after Christmas.”

He nods. “I know, we will. Let’s just enjoy Christmas together, first.”

I smile. “Okay. We can enjoy it. Together.”

He clears his throat. “I hope I’m not too rusty at this boyfriend performance, it’s been a few months.”

“Daniel Sharman has performance issues… I hope that doesn’t get out to the press.”

His eyes flash. “Bold, for you.”

I shrug. “You walked into that one, baby.”

“Well, you’re lucky you’re cute, darling.”

We look at each other for a moment, and I hope my eyes don’t give away how fond I am for this man who is willing to commit to fake-loving me, and putting up with my family, and who is setting the bar way too high for any actual real relationship I could hope for.

So much for reburying my feelings.

I break eye contact first. “I’ll let you get back to sleep. Sorry again for waking you up.”

“Do Not Disturb doesn’t apply to you, Lauren. Call any time.”

I smile softly. “Sweet dreams, I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

—-

I’m standing in the Boston Logan airport waiting for international arrivals; specifically Daniel’s flight from London. According to the board, his flight landed 15 minutes ago, so he should be coming to the lobby any time now. I bounce on my feet, simultaneously eager and nervous to see Daniel for the first time since parting ways after Henry and Claire’s wedding.

Eventually I see the hat and sunglasses I recognize from a selfie he sent me earlier, and I can feel my heart race. I begin walking towards him, and feel my pace quicken as I get closer. Eventually he sees me too and he’s grinning at me with his signature toothy smile that I missed so much.

When we come into contact I don’t know what the appropriate response is, so I simply grin up at him.

“Hi,” I breathe.

“Hi,” he smiles back, and before I know it he’s closer than he was before and he’s ducking down to kiss me.

It surprises me but I respond quickly, leaning up to meet him.

When it’s over he pulls back just enough to nuzzle his nose with mine.

“Missed you,” he says softly.

“Missed you most.” I smile.

He stands up straight, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder, threading his other hand through mine.

I can’t see his eyes, but I assume he must be looking around when he speaks.

“Oh, are you by yourself?”

The question catches me off guard.

“Yeah— well, Ryan’s in the car, circling so he wouldn’t have to pay for parking,” I roll my eyes.

He nods, “Sorry, then—“ he makes an inconclusive gesture. “Suppose I didn’t need to kiss you quite yet.”

My stomach drops and I smile tightly, “That’s okay— better safe than sorry. I get it.”

He tugs on my hand pulling me into a hug.

“I did miss you, though.”

“And I still missed you most.” I tease.

Daniel shakes his head, but doesn’t argue, pulling back from me and reaching for his suitcase with his freehand.

“Let’s get this show on the road.”

—-

I bring Daniel upstairs to show him around, and so he can put his suitcase in my room.

“Welcome to my childhood bedroom,” I announce, opening the door and leading Daniel inside.

“Wow, where little Lauren grew up,” Daniel teases looking around. When I first arrived home yesterday, I was quick to tidy up, and hide anything that was too embarrassing, but my room is more or less the exact same as I had left it when I was 18 and moving to college.

I nod. “Yes, many secrets to my backstory can be discovered in here.”

Daniel laughs.

Ryan appears in my doorway leaning against the doorframe.

“Just so you know, Daniel, my bedroom is on the other side of this wall,” he nods to his right. “I can hear everything that happens in here. The walls are thin.”

I frown, blushing, “Ew, Ryan.”

Daniel just laughs and smirks, “Got it, bro.”

I look at him incredulously, “Don’t encourage him.”

The two share a look and shrug, seemingly equally enjoying my discomfort.

“Dinner’s ready!” Auntie Kim calls up to us.

I use that as my cue, brushing past both of them to go downstairs, leaving their laughter behind me.

—-

After Christmas Eve dinner, Katharine stops by and the four of us decide to watch the classic, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I’m the last to arrive in the living room, and when I enter I immediately notice that Ryan is cuddled up with Katharine, and sprawled out over the entire couch, leaving Daniel sitting in the only other seat— the armchair.

I narrow my eyes at them, “Are you guys for real?”

Ryan looks at us and hums innocently, “What?”

“You took the entire couch.”

I see Katharine bite her lip in amusement, as Ryan shrugs.

“I assumed you guys would cuddle anyway. Can you not share the armchair?”

Daniel intervenes, “Of course we can. C’mon Laur.”

He pats his lap. I hesitate briefly before nestling into his lap, tucking my head into his neck.

“Am I crushing you?” I whisper.

“Not at all, you’re keeping me warm.”

I huff a laugh as he puts the blanket over us and Ryan starts the movie. The steady rise and fall of his chest brings me a sense of peace and I have to try not to fall asleep, especially when his fingers gently caress my arm and my leg where he’s holding me to him. I exhale, turning further into his neck and nuzzling into him.

“Tickles,” he breathes, just shy of a whisper.

“You smell good,” I tell him, letting my eyes close.

His chuckle reverberates through his body. “Thanks, darling.”

I feel my eyes shut and sleep take over. I start to come to when I hear the ending song come on, and it drifts into whatever dream I’m having.

“She asleep?” I hear Ryan ask.

“Think so,” Daniel answers.

“You need help waking her up?”

“No, I’ve got it, thanks though. Nice seeing you, Katharine.”

I hear footsteps retreat and feel a series of kisses pressed to my shoulder, as Daniel’s long fingers brush hair away from my face.

“Time to wake up, pretty girl. You can go back to sleep once we’re in your bed.”

I shake my head no, clinging to him tighter.

“Like this bed.” I murmur drowsily.

He laughs softly. “Promise we can cuddle there too.”

“Promise?” I ask, peeking one eye open.

“I promise,” he confirms, pressing one more kiss to my shoulder.

I lift my head to look at him, rubbing my eyes.

“There she is,” he smiles gently at me.

I smile back sleepily, the words coming out before I fully think them through.

“Wanna know a secret?”

“Tell me.”

I swallow, letting my gaze flicker down to his mouth for just a moment. “I like cuddling with you.”

“You do, huh?”

I nod.

“Well the feeling’s mutual. Let’s go upstairs and brush our teeth so we can cuddle more in your bed.”

“Okay,” I relent, getting off of him. He stands up after me and I instinctively lace my fingers with his, leading us back upstairs. When we’re brushed and changed, we settle ourselves in bed and I claim my spot tucked into his neck again.

“Sweet dreams,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I echo the sentiment and gently kiss the spot on his neck I’m closest to. His arms tighten around me and I’m falling asleep again.

—-

For once, I wake up before Daniel. He looks peaceful as he sleeps on his stomach, his arm across my waist, face half smushed into the pillow. I turn my head to look at the clock to see it’s about 9:30 and know the others will be waking up soon. I turn back to Daniel and card my fingers gently through his hair. Eventually his breathing changes and his eyes flutter open, still clouded with sleep.

“Merry Christmas,” I whisper, our faces just inches apart.

He pulls himself closer to me, nuzzling into my side and closing his eyes again. “Merry Christmas.”

It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again, voice raspy with sleep. “Is everyone else awake?”

“No, I don’t think so. I haven’t heard anyone up and around… they might be soon. Usually we kind of wander downstairs around 10, and it’s just past 9:30.”

He hums in response.

“You can go back to sleep for a little while if you want,” I offer, still running my fingers through his hair. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to go downstairs.”

I start to think he’s drifted off to sleep again when he opens his eyes and looks at me. “No, I can get up. I want to give you your present.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “I told you not to get me anything; you coming here like this with me— twice— is more than enough.”

He rolls his eyes, detaching himself from me and rolling out of bed. “And look like the asshole who didn’t get his girlfriend anything for Christmas? Not a chance.”

I sit up. “We could’ve lied about it—”

“Lauren,” Daniel looks back at me exasperatedly, leaning over his suitcase. “It’s Christmas. Please just open your present.”

He pulls out a neatly wrapped, thin rectangle and places it in my lap, sitting next to me on the bed.

“Merry Christmas, Laur.”

I carefully unwrap the package to reveal a framed art print, with a circle of stars in the middle; underneath it says “The Night Everything Changed” with the coordinates of what I assume to be Los Angeles. I look up to him with soft eyes, and he gives a one shouldered shrug.

“Saw an ad for this online— where you can get the night sky documented of any night you want, anywhere you want. I thought it would be nice to commemorate this past year, for us…” he trails off, and I hug the frame to my chest.

“Daniel, I love it— Really, really love it. It’s so thoughtful.” I reach out and thread our fingers together. “I’m going to hang this in my room. I want it somewhere I see every day.”

He smiles and squeezes my hand. “I’m glad you like it. I actually wanted to talk to you about something— in relation to this. I—”

We’re interrupted by a light knocking on the door, and we both turn.

“Are you guys awake?” Ryan’s voice calls.

“Yeah, we’ll be out in a sec!” I answer.

I turn back to Daniel who squeezes my hand and moves to get up, but I pull him back.

“They can wait; this is special. I want to hear what you have to say.” I smile at him warmly, but he shakes his head, lifting the back of my hand to kiss it.

“It’s alright, I’d rather wait and tell you when we have more time to talk.”

I frown. “Promise me you won’t forget?”

He laughs. “Trust me, I won’t forget.”

He moves to stand, pulling me up with him to go downstairs, but I stop him, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

“Thank you, D. It means a lot to me.”

He returns my embrace, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

When we pull apart, I take his hand again. “Time for Christmas. Your present is under the tree, by the way.”

Daniel laughs. “A present double-standard.”

I shake my head and lead him out of the room.

—-

I think we’re done with presents when Ryan surprises me, coming over to Daniel and I on the loveseat.

“This is for both of you, kind of.” He hands me a thin, narrow gift.

Daniel looks up, surprised. “Thanks, man. That was thoughtful of you.”

He looks at me, silently asking, did you know about this?, and I shake my head no.

I unwrap the package to find a small frame, with a one hundred dollar bill matted in the middle. I look at Ryan and furrow my eyebrows.

“It's the hundred bucks I said I’d give you if you brought a real date to Rachel’s wedding. Seeing as the same guy is here for Christmas I figured you earned it. Thought I’d frame it— but you can take it out and spend it on a date or something, I don’t care.”

Auntie Kim squints. “Sorry, you told her what?”

I roll my eyes and try to avoid the way my stomach sinks at the reminder of how this all started.

I feel Daniel’s hand on my knee. “Clever, Ryan.”

I look over at him to see him flashing his polite interview smile, and I instantly know he knows exactly what I’m feeling.

Auntie Kim stands and stretches. “I don’t get it, but I’m going to go start breakfast. Your sister and Nick are picking up Judith soon and then they’re coming over. Katharine isn’t coming until dinner, right, Ryan?”

As Ryan confirms, she walks out of the room. Ryan turns back to us. “Mind if I shower first?”

I shake my head no, still lost in my thoughts, and I hear Daniel tell him to go ahead.

We’re left alone and I feel Daniel’s thumb brushing my knee.

“Thank you for my presents.”

“You’re welcome— I’m glad you like them; they don’t beat your present for me though.”

He rolls his eyes and we sit for a moment, the framed hundred dollar bill still in my hands.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

I look at him and shake my head. “I don’t know. Just an odd reminder of how this started, and that it’s going to have to end soon, I guess.”

Daniel frowns. “We haven’t really gotten to talk about that. Why don’t we table that for later— we still have a nice day ahead of us. Those are problems for tomorrow.”

I nod and smile at him, and he pulls me in to kiss my temple, and I hear the click of an iPhone camera. I look up to see Auntie Kim in the doorway.

“Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that the coffee’s on. It was too cute not to capture.”

Daniel stands up, offering me his hand. “Make sure you send me a copy. I’ll have to add it to my collection.”

I chuckle as I stand. “Let me guess; the album is called ‘Cute and Shit.’”

He grins. “How’d you know?”

—-

Christmas flies by. It’s filled with good food, wine, and everyone I love. It’s hours after dinner, and Auntie Kim has already driven Aunt Judith home before going to bed herself.

Ryan, Katharine, Daniel, and I are all still seated around the dining room table playing some kind of team card game, and everyone’s faces are red from laughter and wine.

I can’t help but watch Daniel, who is in some kind of hilarious argument with Ryan over some card he pulled. His eyes shine from the light of the chandelier, and his smile is big and bright, taking over his whole face.

It hits me in this moment that I’ve surpassed unlabeled romantic feelings; I am truly in love with this man. The realization consumes me until Katharine knocks her shoulder into mine giggling.

“Can you believe we love these idiots?”

“Sometimes it’s a hard pill to swallow,” I tease, giggling, catching Daniel’s eye mid-argument. He winks at me and I feel my already red cheeks flush even deeper.

“You two are so cute,” Katharine continues, watching our interaction. She lowers her voice, whispering to me behind her wine glass. “I was kind of worried that when you got a boyfriend he wouldn’t mesh well with our dynamic, ya know? But it kind of feels like Daniel’s always been here.”

Her words vocalize the thoughts that have been ringing in my head all day. “I know what you mean.”

Katharine dramatically clears her throat. “Are you two done? Is it our turn yet?”

—-

We part ways from Ryan and Katharine in the hallway, giggling and shushing each other in the wee hours of the morning. I shut my door behind me and waggle my eyebrows at Daniel.

“Uh oh, there’s trouble,” he teases. “Planning to seduce me?”

I shrug exaggeratedly and he laughs before looking around. “Fuck, where are my sweatpants?”

I giggle. “They’re literally right behind you on the chair.”

“Oh, thanks.” He grabs them before looking at me. “Can I change in here tonight?”

I flush. “Yeah, sure.”

After sharing a room together all this time, this is the first time we’ve changed in front of each other and the thought makes my skin tingle. I make my way over to my dresser, pulling out my own sleep shorts and t-shirt. I wiggle out of my pants and pull on my shorts, glancing over my shoulder to see Daniel, shirtless, adjusting his sweatpants on his hips. My throat runs dry, and I turn around to pull my own shirt over my head, reaching behind me to unclip my bra once it’s on. I bundle my discarded clothes in my hand, walking over to toss them in the hamper. I turn around to find Daniel already looking at me. He’s still shirtless and my eyes drift to his defined chest. He looks down as if noticing for the first time.

“It’s really, uh, hot in here.” He speaks again. “Would it bother you if I slept shirtless?”

I shake my head, mentally screaming. “No, it is warm,” I agree, reaching up to put my hair in a bun on top of my head.

He watches me intently, and I laugh self consciously. “What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about how this was the best Christmas I’ve had in a while.”

My face lights up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I see his grin quirk up, and know something else is coming. “I’d say it was almost perfect.”

“Oh?” I question, finishing my bun. “Go on.”

“We fit in a lot of classic traditions today, but we missed one that I’m quite fond of.”

I look at him, trying to think of what it could be, as he takes a step closer to me.

“There wasn’t any mistletoe.”

I swallow. “There wasn’t.” I pause, my mind racing. Before I can fully think it through I find myself offering, “But we could pretend?”

“Hmm?” He murmurs, taking a step closer to me so he’s right in front of me now. I know he’s giving me a chance to take it back, or make a joke; I’m nervous, but I don’t want to take it back. I just really want to kiss him.

“I’d really like it if you had a perfect Christmas.”

“And you?” He questions softly. “What would make it a perfect Christmas for you?”

Instead of answering him, I reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him for a moment, pulling back to look him in the eyes. His eyes meet mine in some unspoken understanding, and then he’s dipping down to kiss me again.

He kisses me softly, delicately, like all the kisses at the wedding. He pulls back briefly to look at me, as if he still expects me to change my mind. I kiss him again, wanting there to be no doubt in his mind, and he kisses me back with purpose and passion, and I’m caught off guard by the weight of it. I gasp, and Daniel uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling me closer. It reminds me of our very first kiss back on his couch. My arms move around his neck, pulling our bodies flush together.

Daniel pulls away first, but barely, breathing hard, kissing down from my jaw to my neck.

This is definitely new territory for us.

I move my hands to his hair, and he groans at the feeling. I can’t help myself as I sigh breathlessly, a shiver running down my back. He grins against my neck, his teeth scraping at my skin and I moan softly.

“Wait,” I say breathlessly, a thought somehow flitting through my mind. “Earlier, didn’t you say there was something else I should know about my present?”

“I can tell you tomorrow,” he murmurs into my neck between kisses. “It’s time for bed.” He tugs me down onto the bed so I’m underneath him, resuming his kisses on my neck.

“This doesn't seem like going to sleep to me,” I tease.

“It is, shhhh, you’re dreaming.”

“That I’d believe,” I laugh, and Daniel smirks, moving so we're eye to eye again.

“Dream about me often?”

“Shhh.” I pull him closer, turning his words back on him. “You’re dreaming, go back to bed.”

“Happily,” he murmurs, kissing me again.

I bring my hands down to his bare shoulders, feeling his warm, toned skin against my fingertips. I gently drag my nails down his chest to his stomach, and I feel his muscles clench at my touch. I can’t help but smirk to myself as he pulls away to rest his forehead on my shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath. I bring my nails around his back, tracing up his taut muscles and across his shoulder blades.

I feel one of his hands come down, pushing my shirt up, his mouth pressing hot kisses to my abdomen. His nose takes over pushing my shirt up, exploring every new inch revealed with his mouth, his hand now running over my thigh, fingers squeezing occasionally, slowly climbing higher. As his hand reaches the bottom of my shorts, he lightly tugs at the fabric. He pauses, his blue eyes tentatively peering up at me.

“Can I…?” He looks nervous, like I’ll reject him. As if I have ever rejected him, or could ever manage to deny him. I’m not even entirely sure what he’s asking but I find myself nodding quickly. As he goes to tug my shorts down we hear a bang on the wall we share with Ryan followed by a crash, a “Shhhh” and a “Shit.”

We both startle and look over toward the wall, before looking back at each other and laughing softly.

“Ugh, I don’t want to know,” I say, shaking my head.

“You probably, definitely don’t.” He smiles at me before pulling his hand off my shorts, and my shirt back down, letting his fingers trace along the waistband of my shorts before he clears his throat. “We should, uh, get some sleep.”

I blink at the abrupt change in mood before nodding awkwardly. “Okay, sure.”

He rolls off of me, and I reach over to shut the lamp off. I’m hesitant to cuddle up to him, unsure if what just happened changed something between us, but I’m relieved when I feel his arm wrap around me the way it always does. Neither of us say anything, and I try not to think about the last few minutes, the firmness of his body behind mine, or the way my body’s buzzing— closing my eyes to try and get some rest.

—-

The next two days with my family go pretty much the same way as Christmas did. Daniel gets on swimmingly with everyone, and my heart aches every time I realize that once the holidays are over, our charade is going to come to an end—a permanent end— this time. I try to ignore that thought and enjoy my time, basking in the coupley moments in front of my family, and leaning into every touch we share.

I never get a chance to ask about my Christmas present; the time never feels right, and Daniel doesn’t bring it up either. Nothing happens between us like Christmas night; when bedtime rolls around we change in the bathroom and go straight to bed. We cuddle, but there’s no after-dark kisses or wandering hands. I wonder if Daniel feels as self-conscious about that night as I do; if he does, he doesn’t show it.

—-

We’re in my room packing to go back to LA in an effort to try to beat the inevitable New Year’s rush at the airport.

“I need to find something to wrap this in so it doesn’t break in my luggage,” I frown, holding up Daniel’s present. “It’s my new prized possession— nothing can happen to it.”

Daniel looks over and laughs. “Want me to wrap it in my sweatpants? That's what I did on the way here.”

“Okay, thank you.” I pad across the floor and pass him the frame, our fingers brushing in the process.

“Of course.” His lips quirk up as he carefully arranges the frame in his suitcase.

A moment passes, and I wonder if now is a good time to ask about my present .

“Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask—“

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you—“

We both stop mid-sentence and Daniel laughs, “Sorry what were you saying?”

I shake my head, courage gone. “No— sorry, go ahead.”

He looks at me curiously but continues, “Henry texted me; he and Claire invited us to their New Year’s Eve party. They’re having it in LA this year.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Us? They want me to go?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, Claire apparently requested your presence specifically.”

“Oh, that’s nice of her. I usually stay in for New Year’s.”

“It could be fun— if you aren’t sick of me yet,” Daniel teases.

“Ha!" I laugh, "If you aren’t sick of me yet, more like.” I shake my head. “And don’t mind sharing your friends with me.”

“They’re basically your friends now, too,” he argues.

“I’m not sure one wedding constitutes that, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“You should come.”

I stop and look at him.

“I’ll call a car and pick you up on the way.”

When I hesitate, he softens his voice. “Please come.”

I swallow, “Okay.”

I’m not a big party person, but I also know I don’t have it in my heart to deny him, especially after everything he’s done for me.

He grins. “Really?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ll go.”

“Cool, I’ll, uh, let them know we’re coming.”

I bite my lip to suppress my smile and start planning my outfit in my head.

—-

When we arrive at Claire and Henry’s house on New Year’s Eve, I try not to gawk at the size. It’s massive and sits high on one of the tallest hills in LA, away from the noise of the city.

The first person to spot us as we walk in is, unfortunately, Eleanor. I’d hoped she was in London, and away from us, but alas.

“Daniel!” she squeals, throwing her arms around him. “I was so hoping you’d be here.”

“Hi, El,” he placates her with a strained smile. “You remember Lauren?” He gestures back to me.

“Laura?” she asks, disinterested.

“Lauren,” I correct, forcing myself to smile. “Nice to see you again.”

“Eleanor,” Daniel intervenes. “Could you point us in the direction of Henry and Claire, perhaps?”

She frowns, but quickly covers it up. “They were in the kitchen last I checked— we have just got to catch up later.”

“We will!” He agrees graciously. “Let us get a drink, and I’m sure we'll have plenty of time to talk later.”

Daniel puts a hand on my back, guiding me forward and into another room, which turns out to be the kitchen. He’s immediately drawn into a series of bro hugs and handshakes by Henry and some of his other friends.

“Lauren! I’m so glad you came!” I turn to find Claire by a table of beverages.

“Claire! So nice to see you, thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for coming,” she says, pulling me into a quick hug. “I told Daniel he just had to bring you.”

I laugh. “He told me you were quite persistent— I usually have a low key New Year’s at home, but this is a fun change of pace.”

“Can I get you a drink?” She asks, already reaching for a bottle of champagne.

“Sure, thank you.” I catch Daniel’s eye across the room; he’s being clapped on the back and led out of the kitchen. I smile reassuringly, hoping to communicate that I’m fine here. He seems to understand, as he smiles back and nods before turning back to his friends.

Claire giggles, bringing my attention back to her.

“You look at him with such heart eyes, it’s cute.”

I try to keep my face from panicking. “Sorry?” She laughs like my reaction is the funniest thing in the world. “Oh don’t worry, he looks at you just the same, so you’re fine.”

I chuckle nervously. “I think maybe you’ve got the wrong impression—”

She shrugs like we’re talking about something commonplace, like the weather.

“Maybe, it’s possible... but I don’t think so. Now come! There’s some other girls I’d love for you to meet.”

—-

I spend a good portion of the night talking with Claire and her friends. They’re all very kind to me, but eventually I excuse myself to get some air out on the balcony.

I’m looking up at the sky — it’s dark, dotted with faint stars and a distant passing plane — when I hear somebody come out and join me. As they settle next to me against the railing I immediately know who it is just by how comfortable I feel.

“Whatcha doin out here, LaurLaur? The New Year’s only a few minutes away.”

I grin at him. “Just getting some air and admiring the stars. From up here you can actually see them.”

He hums, looking up with me.

“It reminds me of a certain piece of art a certain someone got me for Christmas.”

He chuckles. “I’m glad you like it so much.”

“It was very thoughtful…. I wonder if any of the stars are in the same places as they were that night.”

“Which night?”

“The night everything changed. Your birthday.”

Daniel leans against the railing facing me, and looks like he’s about to say something before he changes his mind.

Eventually he speaks again. “Things are going to change again soon, right? You said you’re sure about the break up?”

I swallow, scoffing my shoe against the balcony floor.

“I mean, we still need to figure it out, but you can’t keep fake dating me forever. That isn’t fair to you.”

He smiles wistfully. “It’s not like there was anyone else I was trying to date.”

“I’m a lucky girl,” I lament, and Daniel blushes and shakes his head. “It’s a real shame we’re over, though," I jest, trying to lighten the mood. "I’ve never gotten to kiss anyone at midnight.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Never?”

“Nope,” I pop the p and look down at my feet.

“Well.” He clears his throat conspiratorially. “We can agree not to bring our fake relationship into the New Year if you want, but if the kiss starts before midnight, I think we’d get by on a technicality...”

I laugh. “You really want Eleanor to hate me, don’t you?”

He grins cheekily and shakes his head. “Nah, I think I saw her latched onto some other poor bugger inside. We’re in the clear.”

I roll my eyes, looking back up at the sky. I feel his finger trace my arm, gently using my elbow to turn my attention back towards him.

His voice is softer now, “It’s up to you, but there’s no one else I’d rather kiss at midnight.”

I look into his eyes and realize he’s being sincere. My heart’s beating out of my chest. Yes, I want to kiss him, but I want it to mean something. I keep giving in because I know one day this is all going to go away, and I’ll be left with just my memories and heartache.

He must see some hesitance in my eyes, because he’s taking a step back.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine. Really.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Not trying to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

I shake my head. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just…” I trail off, looking over the balcony, trying to swallow my feelings, which have manifested as anxious tears in my eyes. I feel a tear escape, and I hastily reach up to wipe it away.

“Hey,” Daniel says gently. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” I let out a watery laugh. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m…”

I feel his steady stare, and I come to terms with the fact that I’ve really gotten myself into a mess that I can’t just smooth over. I’m going to have to tell him.

I take a minute to compose myself, and Daniel stays quiet giving me time to put my words together as I look anywhere but at him.

“I do want to kiss you, D,” I start slowly, trying to keep my voice steady, “but I can’t if it’s just another part of our fake relationship.”

He tugs me closer by hand, gently, so I have no choice but to look at him. I swallow the lump in my throat. “I… know this wasn’t supposed to be real. But it has been, for me.”

He shakes his head and squeezes my hand. “So then stop trying to break up with me.”

I blink at him, and he continues.

“The night everything changed— your star map— I wasn’t referencing the story we told your family about my birthday.” Daniel looks at me long and hard like I’m missing something totally obvious. “It’s actually the stars from a night a month or so later.”

A month or two— Oh. OH.

“The night Ryan FaceTimed me?” I whisper, afraid to be wrong.

He takes my other hand in his, lacing our fingers together. “Listen— Fuck. I’m in love with you, Lauren.” He looks at me so intensely and my head is spinning. “I love you, and I’m in love with you.”

“What?” I ask dumbly.

He licks his lips. “A wise woman once said to me, you don’t confess to ‘kind of like someone’ when you’ve already been friends as long as we have.”

I stare at him for a second, my cheeks burning. “Well your friend sounds pretty smart.” I swallow. “Because I love you, too.”

He laughs, relief flooding his features. He pulls me to his chest, crushing me and squeezing the air out of my lungs. Eventually he pulls back, hands cupping my face.

He grins and shakes his head. “She is smart, so, so smart, but I don’t want to be her friend anymore.”

“What do you mean?” My brows furrow in confusion, worried that somehow I’ve misread this whole interaction, my relief quickly being replaced by panic.

“Well.” He steps forward, keeping our faces incredibly close. “I’m hoping she agrees to be my very real girlfriend— that is, if she doesn’t break up with me first.”

I hear everyone inside start the countdown to midnight. I’m still looking into Daniel’s eyes in disbelief, my hands clinging to the front of his shirt.

When the countdown hits one, I’ve finally found the words I want to say.

“Happy New Year, boyfriend.”

He’s grinning as he kisses me, and I am too. It’s not our most elegant kiss, a mess of teeth and giggles, and whispered “I love you”s. We never stray too far from each other’s lips, kissing again and again like we can’t get enough— and maybe we can’t.

Eventually, we calm down a bit, and when we kiss this time it’s all-consuming, sucking the air out of my lungs. It feels like my love is fizzling to the top of my skin, and I feel it. ‘It’ being every indescribable emotion in our kisses this past year, but this time I know what it is: true, unadulterated, uninhibited love. I am in love with my best friend, who is now my boyfriend, and I don’t care who knows it— as long as he does.

His fingers press bruisingly into my hips before he pulls back just enough to look at me.

“Can we go home?” He whispers sheepishly, brushing some hair out of my face tenderly. “I’m kind of tired of sharing you with the public.”

I huff a laugh. “I know exactly what you mean.” I lean forward to kiss him one last time before pulling back to lace our fingers together, squeezing tightly. “Please— take me home, D.”

I don’t have to tell him twice.

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tagged: @rogershoe @heyrowena @yunsh-17 @trenko-heart @dylxnshxrmxn

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered - Part 3

Signed, Sealed, Delivered - Part 3 Namjoon x Reader Author: Admin Mo Summary: When your soulmate tattoo finally shows up, an address, you figure it couldn’t hurt to send a letter, right? Warnings: Some swears, soulmate fluff Word Count: 2.2k

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, Epilogue

It took Namjoon a long time to finally take a picture he was proud enough of to send all the way to America. The real trick, he discovered, was taking one that was vague enough to conceal his identity for a little longer, but not so vague that (Y/N) would feel like he was catfishing her. It was an awkward balance, but by use of a hat and some casual clothes on a busy Seoul street, he took a picture he was satisfied with.

As soon as he got it printed, he set to work writing his letter. Sitting down at his desk with his favorite travel mug full of coffee, Namjoon opened his now sticker-covered binder and flipped through the dozen or so letters you had sent him. Each one had been slipped into a plastic page protector to guard them from his clumsy ways. He couldn’t imagine the tragedy losing even one of them would be.

“Dear (Y/N),

It’s going to take a little while for this letter to get to you. I think I ran into the same problem you did, finding the courage to finally show myself to you. As you can see, I wasn’t able to gather enough of it, but this is me.

On another note, I’ve been trying to put words together for days to try to attempt to describe to you just how beautiful you are. I can’t even begin to figure out how I can capture in words the wave of warmth I get every time I look at my first and (so far) only picture of you. You look so happy in it, really genuinely happy and candid and I can’t help but wish I had been on the other end of the camera that took it.

Thank you so, so much for the stickers. I have them scattered all over my binder, and they really did help make it more colorful. As for Christmas presents, I would be more than happy with a rock. I’m sure you’d pick a great one. Seriously though, surprise me. I trust your judgement.

Also, how is it that one (1) week into Nanowrimo you already have 17,000 words??? What the fuck? How am I supposed to compete with that? As you’ve probably seen, my graph is not nearly as impressive as yours, but I’m not giving up yet. I was a little busy at work this week, so I fell a bit behind, but I actually kind of like my novel so far. I was afraid I wouldn’t. It’s not perfect, and I know that, but it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever written.

I have something to confess to you. I went back and watched over some of Friends again and...I surrender. I think, looking back on it with everything you said in mind, Ross really is kind of an asshole. Now I’m upset Rachel didn’t end up with Joey instead. I don’t think I told you this, but I got to go to the Friends set once for a tour sort of thing. It was really neat. I got to sit on the couch in the coffee shop. Sorry, that was random.

(Y/N), I hope you know I would LOVE to watch your film project. I’m sure it’s not trash, but you know what they say, we are our own worst critics. But if it makes you feel better, I will totally watch it and see if I can find anything. I’m glad you think my advice is good. Sometimes I’m not sure, but if it helps you, I must be doing something right.

You said you want to know the little things about me. For starters, I have my ears pierced. I heard that’s not as common for guys in the states, but it’s pretty common here. I’m not really a fan of seafood, but I love crabs, just not eating them. I have a younger sister. I don’t get to see her very often, but I miss her a lot. She’s about your age, actually. I like to think you’d get along.

I want to know the little things about you, too; anything you can think of. Also, riddle me this: what is a real American Thanksgiving like? I’ve always wondered.

-Namjoon”

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Another long evening spent in the library passed and you still didn’t feel any better about your film project. The one you’d worked on with Ryan and Jacob turned out great, and your grades had been better than any of you had expected. Your solo film project, however...No matter how you edited it together, what transitions you used, or what music you layered underneath it, it still felt wrong in ways you couldn’t explain, and even worse, you couldn’t figure out how to fix it.

It was dark outside, the dead of night, and at this time of year, of course there were little flurries of snow drifting down. It wasn’t quite cold enough for them to stick yet, but it was getting close, and soon, you were sure your campus would look like a marshmallow winter wonderland.

You trudged all the way back to your dorm building, boots crunching in the leaves scattered about the sidewalk. You almost didn’t give your mailbox a second glance on your way through the lobby. Almost. Sighing, you walked over and unlocked your box, which had been empty for a little over a week now. Every day you checked and it was empty, you felt like something in you was wrong, like something had shifted out of place. Fortunately, when you opened it this time, that was not the case.

Mood shifting instantaneously, you grabbed the envelope and raced up the stairs, moving like someone had lit a fire under your ass. You knew, well, hoped, that inside this envelope would be the first look at Namjoon. He’d promised he’d send you a picture, and if he had chickened out, you would just have to fly across the world to kick his ass. It wasn’t like you didn’t know where he lived.

You snuck into your dorm carefully, discovering after you were inside the door that your roommate’s bed was empty, luckily. She must have been out partying. Good for you, you could click on your reading light without feeling guilty about it. So you did, plopping down in front of your desk, flicking on the little light, and tearing the thin layer of envelope that stood between you and your first picture of your soulmate.

You pulled the note out, the paper gently cradling something much more precious. With shaking fingers, you opened it and finally looked at him. Namjoon. He had a red beanie covering up his head, a black jacket layered on top of a white shirt, his beige shorts doing nothing to hide his long, long legs. There was sun shining in his face, making his tan skin glisten, and a hand rose to shield his eyes from the light, fingers long and covered in shining rings. And there, on one of his handsome cheeks, a very prominent dimple was poking in.

Holy shit. Holy. Shit. What had you ever done to make the universe reward you like this? This was your man? This? This man? Your man? Something wasn’t adding up. Your brain was failing you, not quite registering the reality that this beautiful nerd was YOUR beautiful nerd.

You read over Namjoon’s note, brain still fuzzy from the picture sitting on your desk innocently, as though it hadn’t just shattered your entire brain. Your hands were shaking when you set down the note, taping the picture to the wall beside your work station. It might keep you motivated when you needed to write papers. Or maybe it would distract you to the point of no return. You weren’t sure, but that didn’t stop you from sticking it right there anyway before uncapping a pen and trying your best to write back to him.

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“Dear Namjoon,

What the fuck. What. The. Fuck. Okay, listen here buddy, I don’t understand how a human being can be that radiant. Your smile, your DIMPLES, your face...you literally glow?? Are you even human?? Did the universe send me an angel instead?? I don’t get it. My brain is mush. I can’t even think about anything except your handsome ass. Not fair, sir.

It’s cute you think I’m beautiful, even though we both know you are Olive Garden and I’m the leftover spaghetti that got run over in the parking lot. I still appreciate it, though. It did make me smile.

You know what didn’t make me smile, though? Namjoon. What the fuck. Do you want. For Christmas. I’m not getting you a rock, although the temptation is overwhelming now. Are there any American artists or authors you really like? I know ordering them in overseas can’t be cheap, but I could hit up Barnes & Noble and find you something.

I am so proud of you for your feeble attempt to beat me at Nanowrimo, but I warned you I have a lot of free time and I type really fast. Also, I’ve been planning my novel for three months, so that probably helps. It makes me happy to check your cute little chart every day. It’s adorable. No, but really, you’re doing really well for your first time and I love to watch your progress. I’m sure it’s going to be a bestseller someday.

Also, I TOLD YOU! I told you Ross wasn’t good for her! Ha! Fight me! Okay, but don’t really fight me though because you look like you’re tall and though I’m angry, I am also very small. Touring the set sounds cool! I bet that was really neat! I’ll have to add it to my bucket list.

Against my better judgement, I’m sending you my trash film project. It is very much trash. Please don’t sugar coat it. I need to know how bad it is so I can fix it before the end of the semester. But I really do appreciate you sacrificing your ears and eyeballs for me. How romantic.

The fact that you have your ears pierced doesn’t surprise me too much, but it does make you even hotter, which is not fair at all. Jesus, give me a break! It’s adorable that you love crabs, and I’m sure your sister and I would be best friends. If she’s anything like you, I’m sure we’d get along.

As for the little things about me...I love Back to the Future. I’ve seen those movies like seventy times and I still can’t get over them. I have this locket I wear and I never go anywhere without it. You can probably see it in my Wonder Woman picture. I have a black cat named Binx, but he’s at home, so I miss him a ton when I’m at school. I also have a little sibling, but mine is my brother and he is an idiot. I do miss him, though. He’s going to school in Boston, so I never get to see him.

To answer your question, American Thanksgiving is odd. The day starts out (in my house, at least) with the Macy’s Parade and then the dog show immediately after. Then, Dad enlists my help in the kitchen, even though I have no idea what I’m doing. Family starts arriving around four and then we have dinner and say what we’re thankful for. It’s pretty basic, but I guess you wouldn’t know given that it’s an American holiday. I think they celebrate it in Canada too, actually. Anyway…

Good luck catching up to me in Nanowrimo. You’re going to need it,

-(Y/N)”

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When the envelope finally arrived for him after a long few days of waiting for it, Namjoon, as had been his habit of doing, leapt and bounded to his room to read it in solitude, away from his six well-meaning but inevitably noisy brothers.

It was chunkier this time that it had been the last time, meaning only one thing: you had sent him your film project. He opened the envelope with his usual care and slid the note, and the treasure hiding inside of it, out carefully. The letter was wrapped around a flash drive, a handful of autumn-themed stickers, and another smaller note.

“WARNING: THE FILM PROJECT CAPTURED ON THIS FLASH DRIVE IS TRASH NOT MEANT FOR HUMAN VIEWING. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.”

He chuckled to himself. There was no way it could be that bad. On the back of the little warning, there was another note.

“P.S. YES, NAMJOON, IT IS THAT BAD.”

Namjoon picked up the innocent little flash drive and plugged it into his computer, letting it think for a second before clicking on its icon on the screen. The player filled his desktop and he took a breath, staring at the play button that was waiting for him, practically calling his name.

Maybe he should read her letter first. Yeah, that would probably be best. Namjoon read over the words she’d written carefully, unable to keep a dopey smile off of his face. This girl thought he was handsome. More than that, she thought he was an angel. God, his heart was racing. What had he done to deserve this girl? How could he ever thank the universe for sending her to him?

Once he’d read the entire thing, still grinning like an idiot, he let his mouse hover over the play button before he finally let himself click on it.

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allthefilmsiveseenforfree · 5 years

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Pokemon: Detective Pikachu

I know about 7% about Pokemon. I’m one of those fake Pokemon girls you were so worried about who doesn’t know anything about the mythology but instead is showing up at this movie to hear Ryan Reynolds and watch this adorable little yellow fluff ball walk around in a deerstalker (seriously, look at how cute he is!). Cut me some slack, though, I’m not quite that superficial and I usually demand a little bit more than just something cute to look at. Did this deliver anything more? Well...

It really did. It definitely skews towards a younger audience than I was expecting given the trailers, but it’s still a pretty wondrous and touching story that owes most of its credit to a central performance by Ryan Reynolds and an eye-poppingly dazzling depiction of a world in which humans and Pokemon live together in harmony.

Basically, Tim (Justice Smith) gets news that his dad, a cop, has been killed. When Tim goes to his dad’s apartment to look around, he finds 1) clues that point to foul play and 2) the cutest little yellow fuzzy dude you ever did see. With Pikachu’s help, Tim tries to solve the mystery of his dad’s disappearance and uncovers a much deeper conspiracy that goes right to the top of the people in charge of Ryme City.

Some thoughts:

They include a Ryme City exposition video that is probably unnecessary but was actually quite helpful for the uninitiated like me.

Ryme City is honestly one of the best settings I’ve seen on film all year. I love its grimy neon aesthetic, and the complete synergy of the humans and Pokemon living in tandem. It’s like Blade Runner with Muppets. I’m obsessed.

What a weird and fun Angels With Filthier Souls cameo in Tim’s dad’s apartment.

I know this isn’t news but...Pikachu is so fucking cute. Like I want to claw my own face off he’s so cute. I never got it before, not in middle school, not at every arcade I ever went to that featured plush toys, not during the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade. I fucking get it now.

I’m confused about the normal human/Pokemon relationship though. Since they can’t actually communicate with each other, is it just like a relationship with a pet? I mean, I get it. I literally spend at least 10 minutes of each day kissing my dog’s face and telling him that he’s a perfect angel baby who has never done anything wrong in his life. But what do the Pokemon get from this arrangement? Evolutionarily speaking, there’s a reason humankind and dogs teamed up. Do the Pokemon just like humans that much?

Also, sure wish someone had told me before I went in that Ditto is a thing that exists and its the most terrifying Pokemon I’ve ever seen.

Did I Cry? Shockingly (and I kind of mean this), no. While there’s some solid kid/dad dynamics at play, and that’s normally my kryptonite, the emotional core just wasn’t really that intense for me here. The strength of the film is definitely in its aesthetic and the wonder of seeing all the Pokemon living alongside humans fully integrated.

You know who did cry though? Tim. Tim cries a lot. And I honestly feel like that’s really refreshing for a movie that’s predominantly for kids featuring a young adult man in the lead role. Especially a young black man! He’s going through a lot of shit with the loss of his dad, and meeting a talking Pokemon, and trying to find his dad’s killer. There’s a lot of emotion to work through, and Tim allows himself to be vulnerable and really feel it. Tim is a great lead character, and I hope we see more leading men like him in kids’ movies.

I do wish there had been some more thoughtfulness about the villain and the relationship being portrayed to disability though. This seems like a pretty gross and harmful treatment of a topic that effects millions of people, and if there had been even one person involved with this script who had a physical or mental disability, I bet that arc wouldn’t have come across the way it did.

Overall, this is a pretty delightful film, full of dazzling visuals and a lot of wonder and heart. For those who are huge Pokemon fans, I’m sure there’s even more joy to be had in just seeing these creatures fully realized on the big screen, but even for the uninitiated, it’s a pretty fun trip.

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cozymaples · 4 months

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ryan; who gets a little too out of hand at the local bar. ryan, who begs the guy whose been hitting on you to do it ‘one more time.’

ryan, who beats him bloody, being carried out of the bar by the new deputy, who spits at the ground and cusses under his breath about ryan being a ‘fucking idiot’.

ryan who eats your pussy when you get home; knuckles still bloody as they brush along your thighs, crimson catching on any patch of flesh he bumps against.

ryan who holds you tight to his body as he fucks into you from behind, kissing along your neck and relentlessly whispering against the shell of your ear that he would’ve done it all again.

#yeah…..yeah #ryan thanksgiving one shot #ryan thanksgiving oneshot #maple writes ryan!#ryan thanksgiving smut #ryan thanksgiving x reader #ryan thanksgiving movie #ryan thanksgiving #milo manheim x reader fluff #milo manheim x reader smut #milo manheim one shot #milo manheim moodboard #milo manheim fluff #milo manheim oneshot #milo manheim imagine #milo manheim smut #milo manheim x reader #milo manheim

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bangbangchanie · 5 years

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A Thankful Thanksgiving~Lee Taeyong

Summary: You're from America and around the holidays you get homesick so Taeyong makes his best version of Thanksgiving for you.

Pairing: Lee Taeyong × Reader

Warning: Feeling homesick, and freak fluff with some crying idk Taeyong literally makes a Thanksgiving feast for you and the NCT family cause you're sad soo

Halloween had passed, and the pictures of your little sister and cousins flooded your screen. Witches and zombies, even one of your aunt's sons had dressed up like Taeyong from the Cherry Bomb video. It made you chuckle with tears filling your eyes.

You had moved to Korea to live with your boyfriend six months ago, and this first Fourth Of July was hard, not peeking out your window and see the sparkles of fireworks, the smell of the barbecue as family friends stopped by. But it the feeling passed, Johnny and Taeyong distracting you by taking you to the street fair. So when October suddenly came, and the realization that the next three months would be tough. Your heart began to tear at the seams.

Missing doing your sister's makeup, helping her with customs. Missing your families annually pumpkin carving party, and the throwing the seeds at each other while watching for the knives. The sound of your father greeting the small kids with laughter and comments that's made them and their parents laugh. Missing the feeling of your joy as you sister showed you the different candies, stealing them.

You never knew missing Halloween could hurt so much. Yes, you enjoyed seeing Chenle dressing as Pennywise, seeing Jungwoo and Jaehyung as Jack and Rose. New Halloween traditions being introduced as you watched them dance for the fans. Taeyong falling into your arms afterward as he giggled into your neck.

So when the week before Thanksgiving came along it was no surprise that your heart seemed to tug again. Your mood falling, shifting and Taeyong noticed this time around. You somewhat blank stare as they spoke of the upcoming repackaged Regular album, Simon Says being hummed around your apartment as the seventeen boys came in out. He knew something was up when Jisung would rest his head on your thigh and your hand would stay crossed over your chest. So he did the one thing he did when he didn't know how to help.

He called your mother.

His broken English made it hard to get his point across, but he knew she would help the best she could and the one thing she could think of was Thanksgiving. The holiday you loved, a day where you cooked, ate and hanged out with family. So he asked how to make the said meal, and he swears he could hear the smile in her voice as she told him. His eyes watching the words of the food he needed. And the plan was soon in motion, thee other agreeing on celebrating the holiday if it meant your mood could possibly flip around.

Thanksgiving says slowly came around the corner, and Johnny and he had convinced you to take the Dreamies out to go shopping for Chenle’s birthday. The now seventeen-year-old jumping around you as he wrapped his hands around your arm. Jaemin laughing as he laced your fingers swinging them as he spoke of a Ryan plushie he wanted.

"Noona are you okay?" Jaemin asked when he noticed you had bearly replied to the boy. Your eyes cast to the ground.

"I'll be fine, just homesick that's all." You said giving him a soft smile as he nodded his hand squeezing yours as you saw Mark smiling at you.

"Y/n Noona!" He said stopping where he was as the three of you caught up with him. "Ready to head back to your apartment? I think we have everything." You gave him a soft smile as you began to walk back, the bags of some snacks and drink in everyone's hands, as you reached your building.

Soon you were outside your apartment door, your eyes shut as you took a breath in. The smell of your mother stuffing wrapped in around you making you confused as you unlocked the door. The sound of laughter and the smell only described as home and Thanksgiving has spread out your one-bedroom apartment. The warmth of the oven heating the house as the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special playing on the T.V. You quickly kick your shoes off as you rush into the kitchen.

There stood the all eleven missing members, Taeyong slicing at two Turkeys, his eyes sparkling as Kun helps out. Dips, and snacks spread across the spear counter, one that you recognize from your family, and others from your boyfriend.

"Baby? Why are you crying?" You hear Taeyong as he lifted his head, you reach up and press a finger to your cheek, the feeling of tears made you shrug as you watch him wipe his hand on a rag, and move towards you Jungwoo moving in his place. His arm soon wrapping around you. His nose nuzzling against the side of your neck. "Please don't cry."

"I can't help it, you just... you just made me so happy." You mumbled chuckling as you pull away and cup his cheeks. "You literally are celebrating a holiday you don't usually do and you clearly called my mom." You mumbled with a smile as his ear begin to turn a red color making Yutas chuckle.

"You're making him blush," Yuta says dipping a chip into the salsa. You chuckle as you lean up and press your lips to his.

"I love you...I love all of you guys." You say making them smile as Johnny moved to stand next to you.

"I haven't celebrated Thanksgiving in a while so it's a bit weird." He says with a soft laugh making you smile as you pull him into a hug.

"I can't believe you guys are doing this. For me." Taeyong moved behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist, as your head fell onto his shoulder.

"Dinners ready!" Kun called out making you laugh as the kids came running in. Taeyong pauses them with his hands.

"Don't we give thanks?" He asked you making you look at him with a large smile and a nod. "Okay well, I'm thankful for the fans. The opportunities are given to us this past year. How much we've grown, and how much we'll grow. I'm thankful for Y/n willing to move here and sticking by my side. I'm thankful for your crazy kids." He said with a smile making you gi e his hand resting on you hip a squeeze.

"I'm so thankful for you guys, I'm so happy I fell in love with you." You said looking to Taeyong his eyes closing as he listened to your voice. "I'm thankful for life, and those who come in I'm. I'm thankful..thankful for this family and I cant wait to see where we grow...Let's eat!" You watch all the boy jumps into the line your body still resting against Taeyong as he huffs.

"They're making a mess."

"Eh, let's be thankful how much of a clean freak you are." You giggle as he pulls back and lightly glares at you. "Oh, baby." You whisper turning in his arms as you reach and push your lips back to his. "I love you..thank you so much for all of this."

"I love you too....and I do anything for you."

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newwwwusername · 5 months

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Fic title : This Weight Around You Will Keep You Safe

@comfortember 2023 prompt : Blankets

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : Thanksgiving (2023 Movie)

Pairing : Ryan/Jessica

Additional tags : Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Jessica Has PTSD (Thanksgiving 2023), Gift Giving, Weighted Blankets, Blankets, Good Significant Other Ryan (Thanksgiving 2023), Past Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Jessica Needs a Hug (Thanksgiving 2023), Trauma, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort

Word count : 213

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic challenge #fanfic prompts #comfortember 2023 #comfortember day 24 #thanksgiving #thanksgiving 2023 #ryan x jessica #jessica x ryan #ptsd

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ao3feed-mavin · 4 years

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The Saturday Before Thanksgiving

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35rJgI5

by futureboy

Here’s a red letter day in the history of romance - November 23rd, 2019.

[Or, for once, Ryan surprises Jeremy.]

Words: 1678, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Romance Awareness Month (August 2017)

Fandoms: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ryan Haywood, Jeremy Dooley, Original Child Character(s)

Relationships: Jeremy Dooley/Ryan Haywood

Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family, Dating

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35rJgI5

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Mavin #Ragehappy #MichaelxGavin #Michael/Gavin #Roosterteeth #Achievement Hu

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simplywlde-blog · 5 years

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worlds collide part III ; ryliv

continued from here date; thanksgiving weekend location; Ryan’s NYC home Warnings: fluff, a lot of fluff Plot: Because the recipe for a perfect yet unexpected Thanksgiving weekend includes long talks, heavy flirting, sex, naps and a lot of humor (as expected). Characters: Olivia wilde and Ryan Reynolds ( @rynreynolds )

Liv: The dim light coming from the nearest window in Ryan's room woke her up, god for how long had she slept? But it still seemed early. She turned to look at the alarm clock in the night stand. It marked 6:50am. Stupid biological clock, the actress thought. Slowly, she turned to the side and saw Ryan still fast asleep, gosh he was something. She couldn't help to bite her lip for a few seconds while her eyes still laid on him, before she carefully stood up from the bed and the first thing she did was of course, put on Ryan's favorite Deadpool shirt before she made her way out of the bedroom and reached the kitchen. "Hm pancakes? waffles? bacon?-- waffles and bacon?" Yes, that sounds better she said to herself as she began to look for everything she needed to prepare breakfast, trying to make minimal sounds, being careful not to wake him up.

Ryan: His own biological clock woke him up about thirty minutes later, and his eyes opened slowly. He rubbed them both and looked over to where Liv would have been but he saw her gone. He got out of bed and walked to his drawer to pull out a pair of sweats and put them on. He decided to leave a shirt off and he figured that she was downstairs. Ryan began to walk out of his room and he smelled the delicious food, and he knew now that she was down there. He smiled and walked down the staircase, to see her just as he thought downstairs. He let out a giant gasp, loud enough for her to hear. "Is that..." He stepped closer to her and smirked. "Is that my chimichanga Deadpool shirt? How dare you." He wrapped his arms around her slim waist and pulled her close, kissing her lips. "Whatever you are doing here it smells amazing." He kissed her again and ran his fingers through her hair gently.

Liv: As soon as she heard the loud gasp, she immediately winced and almost drop a plate. Olivia quickly turned around and smacked his arm gently. "You big idiot, you scared the living shit out of me." The girl laughed and shook her head from side to side as she wrapped her arms around Ryan's neck and leaned into his kiss, wasting no time to respond to it. "This IS your chimichanga Deadpool shirt-- or actully my shirt now... what are you going to do about it?" She challenged as she leaned back slightly enough to look up at him, with an eyebrow raised and her signature lopsided smirk in position. "We're having waffles, --- the real ones not the frozen shit, bacon, and fruit salad. I need a proper breakfast before I do my walk of shame, you know." She said with a soft chuckle as she grabbed a strawberry, gracing his lips with it, as if she was offering it to him, only to pop the entire thing in her mouth, proceeding to lick her fingers. "Yumm."

Ryan: He was ready to eat the strawberry, but when she pulled away and ate it herself he couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. "Steal my shirt, and now this. I feel bullied." He joked and kissed her lips quicker than before, turning to look at the said food that was being prepared. "It looks amazing, and smells better. This kitchen hasn't been used since I cooked meth here with Bryan Cranston." He rested his back on the island in the middle of the kitchen, now getting a strawberry for himself and popping it into his mouth. He shook his head. "Hey, you aren't doing any walk of shame here. You are staying with me. I mean, if you wanted to of course." He reached out for her to attempt and pull her close once again. "I have my body and a walk in shower to offer. Sold?"

Liv: "You're a big guy, you'll survive." Olivia said nonchalantly as she continued with her task at hand. The food was done already, so she was serving it nicely in both plates. His following comment bringing her to roll her eyes playfully, followed by a chuckle under her breath. This man was completely and absolutely insane, and that's exactly the reason why she was so attracted to him in the first place. She couldn't help to smile when he pulled her close, wrapping her arms around his torso and looking up at the ceiling after she heard his offer, in an attempt to seem thoughtful. "Hmm -- don't know." She said turning back to look at him again. "What else do you got?" She responded, keeping the most serious expression she could manage. Which didn't last long when she ended up laughing and leaning in to place a chaste kiss on his lips. "I'm kidding.. absolutely sold." She continued, kissing him once more, with a little more passion this time.

Ryan: He returned the passion in the kiss when their lips locked, holding her back tight. He really couldn't get enough of her lips, and i am sure it showed when he just kissed her every chance he got. "Yes!" He gave a fist pump and laughed, reaching down to grab her hand and locked fingers with her. He moved after towards the plates that she had set up and set up place mats for them both and grabbing some silverware. He opened the fridge and leaned down to see some choices he had. " I really need to go grocery shopping. I have orange juice. Does that sound good?" He looked up to her as he was still leaned down.

Liv grabbed his face between both of her hands "You." She said before she pecked his lips once. "Are." she pecked him twice. "Cute." She did it a third time allowing for the kiss to linger there a little longer, her hand resting on his chest as a small sigh escaped from her nose. Was this real? Was this fantasy? She didn't know, and honestly she didn't want to, because she was enjoying and living in the moment too much to even think about another thing. "Orange juice sounds perfect." She commented, licking her lips after reading too much between the lines. "You're going grocery shopping?" She began, as she took a seat in one of the kitchen stools in front of the island. "Does that mean you're planning on staying in New York a little longer?" She questioned, while she placed both elbows on the counter and rested her chin in the palms on her hand like a hopeful child, looking at him from under her long eyelashes.

Ryan: "Maybe. I might have a reason to stay." He smiled and poured her a glass, doing the same for his glass and put the carton back into the fridge. He took the opportunity the lean in and lock lips with her once again, his hand rising up to cup her face. He pulled back to just join her with taking a seat and kept his eyes on her. He grabbed his fork and began to eat the food Liv prepared, making some faces that showed how much he was enjoying it. "Okay you're hired. You can stay and cook for me from now on." He nodded and laughed a tad, his hand reached across the table and rubbed over hers. "I am glad you are here, Liv. What do you want to do? I figured we could curl up on the couch and watch all of my movies, or have hot steamy sex and then curl up on the couch and watch my movies." He took another bite without changing his expression to try and stay serious, but laughed and brought the fork from his mouth in a slow manner.

Liv: "Yeah, and what reason is that?" The actress inquired with a raised brow. She didn't touch her food at first, nibbling on her lower lip watching Ryan take the first bite to see if he had liked it or not. She had always been the biggest perfectionist there was, and of course that also included cooking. So when it showed that he had in fact liked the breakfast the blonde smirked mostly to herself, and cut a piece of her waffle, guiding it to her mouth. "I wouldn't get used to the cooking if I were you, I only do it for special people.. and you're kinda special, you're almost reaching special status-- but we'll see." She said with a smile as she linked their fingers for a moment. It was as if she was incapable of touching him, or kissing him whenever they were together. "I have a better idea... how about we curl up on the couch, have hot steamy sex and watch all of MY movies? I like that, I think it could work actually." She nodded firmly before leaning over the table to steal a quick kiss from his lips, before she returned to her food.

Ryan: He returned the kiss without any hesitation, and smiled. He laughed before he took another bite of the food, raising his eyebrows and moving his head left to right to show that he was thinking about it. "I don't know. I see we both agree on the steamy sex, so that is a done deal. We can just see what happens with the movie thing. If we end up watching Deadpool thirty times then we just go with it." He smirked and took more bites, almost finished already. The food was too good, and he ate it quickly because. Ryan rose from the stool and placed his plate in the sink, rinsing it down and turned back to her. He walked behind her as she sat and moved hair to one side so he could kiss her neck. His arms wrapped around her from behind, and he kissed up her jaw until his lips were locked with hers.

Liv was finishing eating the last piece of her waffle when she, out of nowhere, felt Ryan's arms around her followed by his lips on her neck, which immediately cause her to shiver and close her eyes, just enjoying the pleasurable senstion. "Shit.. you're going to be the death of me." Olivia said with eyes closed, a soft sound escaping from the back of her throat when his lips started to get closer and closer until they eventually reached her own. She turned around on the spinning stool, still sitting down she wrapped her legs around him and leaned up a little to have better access to his lips, immediately sliding her tongue inside his mouth. Her hands now pressed on his bare back, tracing with her fingertips the still fresh scratching marks she had left on him the night before.

Ryan: "The old lady two houses down will be the death of me. She gives me really nasty looks." He kissed her deeply and slide his tongue into her mouth too. His hands touched her legs when they wrapped around and he moved higher and higher up. His lips moved to the side of her jaw, lips connected and kissed up to her ear. His hands moved from where they were on her legs to hook underneath and pick her up in his arms. He walked the short distance from the kitchen to the couch and he placed her on the large tan piece of furniture. He joined her, lifting her legs to sit down on that spot and shortly after placed her legs back down on his lap. He rubbed up and down her soft skin, locking eyes with her beautiful ones. "Are you real? This seems like a odd question but you are beautiful, a good cook, put up with my shit, and amazing at sex. So again I ask are you real, or were you created in a lab and sent here to study me?"

Liv: a smile quickly appeared on her face when he picked her up.. again, as if she weighted nothing. Her chin was resting on his shoulder while he walked the small distance from the kitchen to the living room. She laid back on the couch, her head resting in one of the cushions while her legs were on his lap. His question had her laughing softly, but instead of answering it, she simply closed her eyes enjoying the sensation of his hands running up and down her tanned legs. After what it seemed like a minute, she opened her eyes and looked at him, with the full intensity of her piercing turquoise eyes. "You had to ruin everything, didn't you?" She sighed dramatically, running a hand through her messy hair, looking at her surroundings for a second before she turned to look at him. "This wasn't the way you were supposed to find out! I was created in a lab, my creator sent me here to seduce you and steal all your secrets, but now that you know the truth... there's only one thing I can do--" She said as she stood up from the couch, and moved to his lap, straddling him with her knees on each side of him. She placed a hand on his chest and leaned in to press her lips against his ear before she whispered, "Now I have to kill you."

Ryan: "Gosh I have always wanted to do it with a robot. My dreams are coming true." He slid his hands up her sides, moving the shirt up a tad to touch her bare skin. He closed the gap between them and locked lips with her for a heated kiss that lasted a good amount until he pulled back. "In all seriousness though, I missed this. I missed you and everything about you. I just feel like I can be myself around you." He locked lips with her once he finished his sentence and kissed her with more passion than before and a bit of tongue. His hands roamed from her sides to her ass, squeezing it and leaning back into the couch to look up to her. The way her hair fell into her face, but still looked perfect drove him crazy and face to face was always where he could see her true beauty. Even though he had an okay track record with the opposite sex, he felt like she was truly out of his league. "You do things to me you know that?"

Liv completely gave into the kiss, every single kiss she shared with him was different than the last. It made her feel things that she hadn't in what it felt like ages. She could feel how much he wanted her, and it was as much as she wanted him.. all of him, every aspect that made him who he was. She pulled back slightly enough to look at him while he spoke, and as always, his words never failed to bring a smile to her face -- a smile that would only show up in his presence. One that was reserved especially for him. Olivia began to touch his lower lip with the pad of her thumb, while her eyes were on his the entire time. "Guess what? I missed /you/, and your ridiculous ideas, your stupid lips that I can't get enough of, I missed the way you touch me, I missed the way you look at me -- but most of all? I missed this" she placed a hand over his beating heart. "You have one of the biggest hearts and kindest souls I've ever met.. and I'm going to stop being gross now." She chuckled and hid her face against one side of his neck for a moment, rubbing her nose against his neck before she pulled back right after hearing his words. "No, I actually didn't know that." She said honestly, as she placed both hands on the back of his head and started grabbing his hair gently. "What do I do to you?" Olivia's voice was nothing but a soft whisper.

Ryan: He just stared into her green eyes as she spoke, and her words could only bring a smile to his lips. Also his heart dropped and he pushed hair back behind her ear. "Everything." He said to answer her last question, and he locked lips with her deeply. He breathed out and thought of what he would say, because her last comments had made him truly lost for words. Something she had been doing a lot lately. "Close your eyes for a moment, will you." He waited until she did so, and reached down to grab something. "You are the most beautiful thing I've seen, and you make me smile like a school girl. My heart skips a beat when you'e around. You can open them, Liv." He leaned in and kissed his Hugh Jackman mask cut out as he held it up. "Will you give us a moment, Liv? We need some privacy." He laughed and placed the mask on her. "Seriously, you mean to much to me. I don't know what's going on, and I don't want to ruin everything to what are we talk." He made air quotes with his fingers. "I just know my feelings for you are really strong." He lifted the mask on her and kissed her lips.

Liv: "I have a feeling I'll regret this.. but fine, I'll close my eyes." The actress said with a soft chuckle and did as she was told. His following words had her laughing now, even when he was being.. romantic? Ryan still had that sense of humor that was something that had always characterized him. When he gave the green light to open her eyes and saw Hugh Jackman's face there, a loud laugh came out of her, "You're ridiculous, I hope you're aware of that." She said as she kept laughing and allowed him to place the mask on her. "Do I look more attractive to you now?" She said with humor in her voice as she tilted her head to the side. But then, just that easily, her laughter stopped and instead a smile took over. God, he was so capable of making her feel a thousand emotions in just a short amount of time. When he removed the mask, she pressed her forehead against his and grabbed his face in both hands. "You don't know what you're saying." She said referring to his last comment, her forehead was still pressed against his when she exhaled.

Ryan: " I normally don't know what I am saying, but this time I do. I have so many feelings for you, and not just in the simple way. I mean I find myself wanting to be around you all the time, and even when you mentioned doing the walk of shame and leaving my heart dropped because I didn't know when I would see you again. You got me all messed up, Wilde." He laughed and locked lips with her, lingering his lips on hers. "In the best way possible though." He held her around her waist tightly, and placed his head on her chest. He looked up to her, then kissed her again with just a little more passion. He slid his hand down her arm to her hand, rubbing her fingers and lacing his with hers. "So what movie of mine are we going to watch first? Green Lantern is my choice. The commentary version only though so you can hear me say how much audiences are going to enjoy this and mention a sequel. Oh how I was so wrong." His free hand rested on her waist, sliding up to her bare skin.

Liv: Before she could even reply to his words, she was surprised by yet another kiss -- which she was definitely not complaining. She was becoming addicted to his lips, his taste and his very presence. The actress tightened her grip on his hair, as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue exploring his mouth, tasting him and enjoying every single second. "You drive me crazy." Was all she could respond before her lips were on his again, it was as if she was incapable of keeping her hands to herself when he was around. "Can I ask you something?" The blonde inquired, looking down at him and poking the tip of his nose. "Those feelings... did they ever go away after we broke up?" She knew that it was a hard question, but she had always been the straightforward time, and she was dying to know. "How about we watch a movie in which you didn't fall in love with your ex-wife?" She suggested with a soft chuckle as she got off from his lap and went to sit next to him, cuddling up against his side. "I don't know, maybe Third Person? I have pretty great sex with Liam Neeson in that one."

Ryan: "A Liam Neeson sex scene? Sold." He laughed and put an arm around her to hold her tightly, and went back to her previous question. He didn't need to think about it, because he knew the answer right when she asked it. "No. They never went away for me. I think I just had to try and push them down because I didn't know if I would ever see you again, or if you even wanted to ever see me again. When I saw you though here, or ran into you all the feelings came flooding back." He nodded and ran his fingers through the ends of her blonde hair. He kissed the side of her head. "Like you said before, it was passion and just a lot of intensity when we got together. I think I know why though because we fell hard and we were both in just a weird place then. I know speaking for myself, I am in a much better place and I just see things clearly about what's important and what I want. You, being important and what I want." He smiled and turned his body to face her. "What do you feel?"

Liv grabbed his hand, placing it on her thigh where she began to draw aimless patterns on the back while she listened to the words that were being spoken. And if she could be honest with herself, it scared her the fact that just like him her feelings for him had never gone away. But yet she couldn't help the smile that he never failed to put on her face, it was as if it was a habit of his, one that he had surely developed over the years. "What do I feel?" She repeated his question, and looked up at the ceiling as a nervous chuckle came out of her parted lips. "Such a simple yet complicated question." She began to say, keeping her eyes on the tv even when it was off. "I feel like I'm also in a better place, it took a lot of fucking up to eventually get where I am, because that's how you grow... but when it comes to you? I feel like it makes sense, probably not the best choice of words, but I feel like I want to be around, all the time. I feel like I want to fuck your brains out and also make sure you're well taken care of and .. feed you." She chuckled. "I feel like you understand me in ways not many do, I feel this electricity and my heart racing when you kiss me.. I feel warm and wanted, and safe, and so beautiful because god.. the way you look at me, it's how I want to be looked at, every single day -- if that makes sense."

Ryan: He felt so many emotions, just from the words that was speaking now. He both smiled and gave a look of gratitude to her with being so honest with him. It was one thing that they were great at since the beginning, and that was being honest with one another. He took a moment to take everything in, and he breathed out. "I want to look at you this way every single day, and remind you how beautiful you are inside and out and to tell you how much I admire you. I want to make you laugh and smile as much as I can, because your smile in so contagious and deserves to be on you every second." He turned his body to be in front of her, and kissed her quicker than he normally had been to speak again. " I want to go back to one thing you said. Fuck my brains out... Let's focus on that." He laughed and rubbed her thigh where she had placed his hand, touching her skin and locked eyes with her stunning ones.

Liv: After listening to his words, Olivia smirked and bit on her lower lip. Honestly, wondering if all of this was just a mere product of her imagination but she doubted that her subconscious would do such a tremendous just at reminding her how good his words and lips felt. It felt like a dream, but this was happening.. and it was happening to /her/ "Is this the part where you propose? Because I'm at least expecting a ring pop.. and if you don't have a ring pop I /guess/ I can settle for a Hershey bar... no wait, make two Hershey bars." Olivia joked as she grabbed his face and instead of kissing him, she simply tugged on his lower lip, a little harder than necessary, then she proceeded to suck on the very same place she had bitten. She let go of his lip and leaned back, laughing at his following comment, while shaking her head from side to side. "Of course, that's the part payed more attention to." She smirked once again, closing her eyes, enjoying the way his hand felt on her thigh.

Ryan: "You aren't supposed to guess if I am proposing! Now I can't propose, and I have to wait." He shook his head and smirked, kissing her defined cheekbones and jawline. He leaned down to kiss the bare skin on her thigh, looking back up to her. "I really hope these Hershey bars aren't metaphors for actual rings because I don't know if i can afford two rings. Disney bought out Fox, so Deadpool might be PG-13 now. They might fire me and cast Zac Efron for the role and take out the cursing. It's not looking good for me, Liv. Could you support me if I was jobless?" He kissed once more on her thigh, tilting his head to now have his lips planted to her inner thigh.

Liv: "I don't know why girls are so obsessed with Zac Efron, I honestly don't find him that attractive.." She began to say but her words trailed off the moment she began to feel his lips on her thigh, which was definitely distracting and it was almost making it hard for her to form coherent words. "Whaaat? There wouldn't be a Deadpool without cursing and definitely not without you." She said with a soft chuckle, her eyes looking down, following every movement he was making. "Don't worry, I'll be your sugar mama, but that means you'd have to be completely and absolutely devoted to me." The girl stated as a smirk graced her features. "You seriously want me to fall under your spell, don't you?" She closed her eyes now that his lips were on her inner thigh, bringing a wave of electricity down her spine.

Ryan: "I will be so devoted to you. You'll have to say you're going to the store, but sit in the car just to have a break from me. That's how much attention I will give you Liv." He kissed the same spot just once more and got back into position where he was and wrapped arms around her. He really couldn't keep his hands or lips off her, and he could admit that. "Okay, we have to be using the most of this weekend before we have to go back to the dreaded real world. What are some things you want to do for fun? Tell me, and we'll do them. Anything at all." He raised an eyebrow and locked eyes once he asked, grabbing her hand and placing it in his lap. He held her hand and rubbed it with his own. "Just not recreating the strap on scene from Deadpool, because last time you pretended to not hear my safe word. I know you heard me too." He laughed.

Liv: "I honestly, love the sound of that -- and I don't think I'll be escaping from you anytime soon. I'm addicted to you, and to your very presence." Olivia admitted, and it surprised her by how nonchalantly she had said it. When it cames to feelings she had always been a little guarded, a little silent but it was as if a gate had been open by him because now? She couldn't stop. "I want you to be devoted to me." She scooted closer to him and place an open mouth kiss on his jawline. Before she pulled back and began to trace her index finger up and down his neck. "How do you feel about hickies?" She wondered out loud, with honest curiosity. "Whaaat? No strap on? Ugh you're no fun." She said with a soft chuckle. "Honestly? It might sound cheesy as fuck but I just want to be where you are, wanna go to the carnival? good, i'm in. wanna go to the movies and make out like horny teenagers? Count me in. Wanna stay here just the two of us? No need to convince me. I just want you."

Ryan: Hickies? If they are from you then I am really into it. Anything with you I am into it if I am being honest." He placed a hand on her thigh to rest there, rubbing a bit and squeezing her leg gently. He planted a kiss of his own on her defined jawline and locked eyes with her. "Those all sound really fun. All three maybe? Tonight seems like a nice night to just stay in the two of us though." He pulled her onto his lap and just pulled her close, kissing on her face and kissed the side of her head. The fact that a few nights ago he was here alone, and now he had the person who his heart had feelings for in his arms. He would have never thought. "I am so glad I stalked you and made us meet, Liv." He laughed and whispered in her ear, kissing her ear after and down the side of her neck.

Liv: "Yeah?" She began to to say as she ran her fingertips down his neck, "Because, as you can probably remember I like to leave little reminders of me on people.. as well as mark my territory." She said with a small smirk, leaning in to press a hard kiss on his lips that ended up making a smooching sound. "A lot like those scratch marks you have on your back from last night." She smiled, innocently as she shrugged her shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck when he pulled her to him. "Staying in sounds perfect, besides -- I don't have clothes to go out. I've been leaving out of your t-shirts because someone wouldn't let me go." She said with a soft chuckle running her thumb across his lower lip. "I knew it! I knew you had stalked me." She joked, closing her eyes when his lips met with her neck. "But at least I have a hot stalker."

Ryan: "Leave your mark, Liv. Anyway you want. Just don't brand me, I don't think I am into it." He smiled and placed his lips more on her neck, then moved to her lips to give an equally hard kiss as she just did before. He laughed and looked down to her shirt. "It does look better on you, but I think it would look better off." He smirked and pulled on the end of the shirt a tad. "Okay, but since you made me breakfast I am making you lunch. No arguing. Now would you like a pb & j or cereal? That is the extent of my cooking." He laughed and reached around to her back, giving her firm ass a few pats. "Maybe you stalked me, and knew I was going to be at that store. You know who I truly blame for us meeting there? The universe. That sob wanted us to meet to see what would happen, but jokes on the universe because it's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time."

Liv: "So I have your permission to mark you all over? Because I'm particularly excited about that." Olivia said with a small smirk, tilting her head to the side to give Ryan more room to work on her neck before their lips met again. She was particularly thorough with this kiss, it was softer than the one before. Her lips were moving slowly over his, she was drinking him in, creating a memory she wouldn't erase in her mind. "Told you it looked better on me.. and maybe you can take it off later." She mumbled against his lips before she pulled back and raised her brows at the lunch menu. "I have a better idea!" she said dramatically. "How about we order pizza? You can't go wrong with pizza." Olivia stated with a soft chuckle. "Babe, you wish." As she said the words she poked the tip of his nose and smile. "The only person I'd stalk is Angelina Jolie, I'm a little obsessed with her... secret's out." She breathed out, smiling immediately when he began to talk about the universe. "You're one romantic bastard when you want to be, and the worst part? Is that it makes me melt, /you're/ the best thing that has happened to me in a really long time."

Ryan: "My body is ready, beautiful." He laughed and stood up, retrieving his phone from the table and looking up the nearest pizza parlor. He sat back down next to her, his head buried down into his phone as he looked for the place that sounded best. He looked up once she spoke and he laughed. "Angelina Jolie. That is a good choice. She is worth stalking I would say." He ordered the food from his phone, and set it down to give his attention hundred percent back to her. "I ordered us a large pepperoni pizza. Is that okay?" He laid down in her lap, looking up to her and smiling. "When I want to be? I would like to think I am a romantic all the time. You just bring it out of me I guess, baby." He grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek.

Liv: "When I was younger I wanted to be exactly like her." Olivia commented with a small smile as she began to play and stroke Ryan's hair right after he laid down on her lap. "I think she was a big inspiration for my work in Haiti, you should come with me some day. I'm part of Artists for Peace and Justice and we opened the first free high school there back in 2010. You can even go as Deadpool." The actress said with a soft chuckle as she leaned down to kiss his temple. "I do think you've been very romantic, so I can complain.. baby huh? I like it when you call me that." The corner of her mouth curled up, while her hands kept playing with his hair. "Can I tell you a secret?" Her voice was almost like a soft whisper. "I'm really really reallyyy.. into you, so don't do anything stupid."

Ryan: "Do you? Okay I'm going to keep that in mind. I like when you call me babe." He looked up and smiled with his eyes locked to her green stunning eyes. He nodded and mimicked writing something down into a notebook. "Don't do anything stupid. Got that. When I was younger I wanted to be like Angelina Jolie too. I would love to go there with you. I want to be anywhere you are." He grabbed her hand and rubbed it with both of his hands. "That honestly sounds like a lot of fun, and I will make sure it's the authentic suit so we can surprise everyone and give them what they deserve. The suit is really hot, so if I stop talking mid sentence I fainted in the suit. Just slap me in the back of the head and I'll wake up."

Liv: "Yeah?" Olivia said with a small smile as she continued to play with his hair, looking down at him. "I also like to call you babe, my babe." She made sure to add a specia emphasis on the last two words. Olivia didn't know how all of this had happened, she was now lost in him and that right there brought back memories from when they were together. Their relationship had always been.. intense both in a good way and a bad way, filled with passion and devotion for each other. But they were younger, less experienced so something told her that this time it could be different - a good difference. "I think you should wear the suit to bed someday, just so I can strip it off, really slowly.." as she said the words her index finger began to run down his chest all while her eyes were glued to his.

Ryan: "I like the sound of that." He nodded and kept his eyes locked to hers, returning the touch as well but up her arm and down her side. He seemed to be smiling this entire weekend, and didn't even realize that there was just a permanent smile on his face due to her. He carefully placed both hands on her face and pulled her closer to him so he could lock lips with her. He adjusted himself so he would be laying on his back, and kissed her more as he pulled her on top of him. There was few people who had ever made his heart beat fast like this, and she now had did it more than anyone. "Okay, I really think I am addicted to kissing you now. I know i had joked about it, but I think it's a problem. I just need to kiss you." He looked up to meet her eyes and shook his head in awe. "You're going to be hearing this a lot, but you're so beautiful."

Liv couldn't help the playful laugh that escaped from her lips when he laid on his back and pull her on top of him. Olivia immediately slid her tongue inside his mouth, as she deepened their kiss. Her right hand going to one side of his neck and her left hand was running up and down his forearm, feeling the hard muscle from his biceps. She knew she could be like that all day without getting tired, in fact she craved to be like that with him. She craved his touch, she craved the taste of his lips, the way she would feel the warmth radiating from his skin. She wanted him, all of him - all day, everyday. "Who says you can't kiss me all the time you want? I shouldn't be encouraging your addiction but it's becoming similar to mine.. so..." She paused to peck his lips. Hard. Before she continued. "My lips are yours, lucky you." Olivia said, and couldn't help the now shy smile that was presenting on her face after hearing his compliment and instead of looking at him, she looked at her surroundings. She wasn't good with compliments. She thought she was pretty, yes, but even to this day she still didn't know how to respond whenever someone would compliment her so instead she used her usual answer, "You're just biased."

Ryan: "That's true, but it doesn't take away the fact how beautiful you are." He smiled and kept eyes up, running a hand through her hair and rubbing her cheek with this thumb. "I think I am going to shower before the food gets here, and put on some clothes. Even though I know you like looking at my body." He laughed and sat up, locking lips with her. "Do you want to take a shower, or need anything at all babe?" He picked up his phone to check the estimated time. "Twenty minutes. Take a picture with me." He sat back down next to her, holding the phone up in front of them and smiled for a camera like he had done so many times. This smile was genuine though, because the person next to him made him happy. He kissed her cheek and hit the button to take th picture.

Liv: "You're so freaking cute, did you know that?" Olivia said with the biggest smile on her face. It was amazing how things could change in just a blink of an eye, but this time it had been for the better. The universe had paired her up once again with someone she truly cared for, and maybe the first time wasn't the right time for them and things could be different now. "A picture? Gosh, I look horrible but okay." She said with a soft chuckle as she posed with him for the picture. Right after he took it, she stood up from the couch and crossed her arms over her chest, "You're going to take a shower without me?" Olivia inquired, pouting out her lower lip.

Ryan: "You could never look horrible." He looked at the photo that was taken and smiled, showing her before he saved it into his photos. He hoped that it was the first of many photos and memories he would make with her now. New memories, because he had many from before with her too. "I did know that." He smirked and stood up, wrapping his arms around her. "I was going to invite, but I didn't want to lead off with it. Join me?" He locked lips with her and uncrossed her arms to take hold of her hand. He moved up the stairs with her and back into the room that they had previously spent the night. "Just don't make fun of my rubber ducks, please."

Liv: "Look at that, you didn't make a ridiculous face when taking a photo!" Olivia teased with a soft laugh as she grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his cheek. "You're so freaking hot, how on earth did I get so lucky? I don't know how you even look my way." She spoke her thoughts out loud as she rested her forehead against his, just enjoying the closeness of their bodies for a little while before she smiled when he took a hold of her hand and began to lead her up the stairs. "You're such a big liar, you didn't want to share your time with your rubber ducks with me." Olivia muttered with chuckle as she sat in the edge of the bed. "Can we take a bubble bath? I just want to relax with you."

Ryan: "Are you serious? Have you seen yourself? You're so out of my league. People are going to ask what I have on you that is making you be with me." He pulled out two towels for them and folded them on the bathroom counter that was connected to his room. He stepped back into the room and took a seat next to her on the bed. He placed his hand on her leg. "I want to share all my time with you. A bubble bath sounds perfect. I got some bath bombs for a gift about two years ago, and I haven't used them. Do those expire? I don't want our skin to deteriorate and end up looking like I look in Deadpool." He laughed and locked eyes with her green stunning eyes. "You would still look beautiful though. A face I could sit on. That's a line from the movie!" He hid his head into her neck.

Liv: As always, Olivia couldn't help to laugh at Ryan's comment, it was as if it was physically impossible for her not to laugh or smile in the man's presence. That was the extent of his effect on her. "You're right, I'm out of your league... in fact, I should get going right now. Do you think Gosling is available?" She joked, trying to keep a serious expression that didn't last long before she wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her lips against his. "I'm kidding." She muttered against his lips. "There's no one else I'd rather be with." She planted another kiss on his lips before she pulled back and went to the bathroom. "Well if that happens you're lucky I kinda love your avocad face." The blonde said with a chuckle as she began to fill the tub, proceeding to hop on the sink, taking a sit while she waited. "You're such a nerd, and I love it." She smirked.

Ryan: Ryan stepped between her legs as she sat on the sink and smiled up to her. "Gosling can't take you too. Nobody else besides Hugh Jackman, because you know I would be okay if you left me for him. I would understand." He laughed and kissed down her arm, lifting the Deadpool shirt that she had been wearing and kissed her stomach. Since soon the clothes would be off soon for the bath, he thought he would help her and remove the shirt from her body. He ran his hands along her perfect body and kissed her torso. "I really thought this was just going to be another regular Thanksgiving, but it turned out to be the best one I have had in a really long time. He kissed her and ran this thumb along her jawline, beginning to untie his sweats so he can remove them and get into the bath.

Liv: Immediately wrapped her legs around Ryan's waist the moment he came close to her, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Lucky for you, I don't want anyone that isn't you. I want you, you weirdo, always-- all the time." She said as she brought him even closer, her lips found their way to his, grabbing his lower lip possessively, enjoying every taste she got of him. At this point she knew she was pretty much addicted to his kisses and everything that made up who he was. Eagerly, the actress lifted her arms so Ryan could remove /her/ shirt, leaving almost naked, just wearing her panties. A playful laugh escaping from her, his scruff feeling ticklish everytime he would kiss her torso. "Stopppp, you're making me laugh too much!" The actress said as she playfully pulled away but quickly grabbed his wrist to pull him in for another kiss. "Ditto." She said with a smirk. "You are making this weekend the best one I've had in a really really long time." She commented, biting his lip when he began to undress himself. "What a view." She said with a smirk.

Ryan: looked into the mirror at himself nodding his head. "Agreed." He laughed and ran his hands up and down her legs, locking lips with her and then removing his briefs which was the last piece of clothing on his body. He stepped into the tub and leaned all the way back to make room for her, feeling really relaxed in the warm water. He sighed out and ran wet hands through his hair. " I haven't taken a bath in a really long time, so this was a good suggestion." He sunk further into the water and leaned his head back. "I was wondering something, Liv. What happened once we decided to split the first time? I mean where did you go? I know we didn't keep in touch too much, so I don't know if you stayed in the city or came here right away. We had mutual friends, so I would always ask about you. They would just say they didn't know. I don't think they wanted to get involved." He gathered bubbles in his hands, trying to make a bubble beard.

Liv: it didn't take long for the blonde to follow him inside the tub, she got comfortable between his legs and leaned back against his chest, closing his eyes. Loving the way the warm water felt combined with the heat that was radiating from his body, being right there in his arms felt like being in absolute heaven. She later opened her eyes slowly, as she listened to his question, to which she nibbled in the inside of her cheek for a moment, gathering her thoughts together before she would reply to him. "When we broke up, I went to stay a couple of months in Ireland with my grandparents. I wasn't in my best shape, and I just needed to get away and find myself. Sometime later, I moved back to New York and I was invited to an SNL after party, I still remember feeling a little lost. I was literally just standing in the middle of the dance floor with people dancing around me, when out of nowhere Jason approached me and said, "Whatever you're looking for, you don't need it." and he turned around and left. Just like that, we didn't talk until he texted me the next month, we started dating. He proposed, we had the first kid, then the second came along, and then things were.. simply not the same, so we called off the engagement, and i haven't had anything serious since then" The actress explained with a slight shrugging of her shoulders.

Ryan: "You think she could pick me up a milkshake? If she's just on the way of course." He laughed and stood too from the tub, reaching into the water and pulling the plug to drain the water. "No just kidding, don't ask her to do that." He grabbed the second towel and wrapped it around his body after he dried off all the wetness. He tied it around his waist and made hi way back into the room. He grabbed his phone from the bed and looked at the time. "Perfect timing because pizza is almost here. I am going to put on some clothes before I give the delivery driver a tip. Literally." He dropped the towel and began to put on clothes. "Babe, can you look up when the Christmas event starts?"

Liv: The moment he got out of the tub, Olivia leaned against the skin just enjoying the view. "How are you so fucking hot? Is not even fair." She said as she walked towards him after he had finish drying himself. She placed a hand on his hard chest and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, allowing her lips to linger there for a rather long moment before she pulled back and allowing him to put on some clothes. "That I can do." She said with a small smile as she walked towards Ryan's closet to pick yet another one of his Deadpool shirts to put it on. "I should start a collection of these." She smirked before she walked to the bed, laying on her stomach to check on her phone what she was asked.

Ryan: "Not my maximum effort shirt! Okay, just be careful with it. Please don't spill pizza sauce on it." He moved to the bed and pecked her lips, rubbing her back. He heard the doorbell that echoed through the home and he put on a tank top. "I'm going to go pay and I'll bring it back up here. We can eat up here in bed like high school kids that have the house to themselves." Ryan moved down the staircase and towards the door, opening it to pay. He laughed at the reaction to the delivery driver, and most of the time a picture was asked but not this time. He paid and made the way back to the room where she was. "Special delivery." He sat the box down with two paper plates.

#worlds collide #p: ryan

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